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salaciousdoll · 11 months

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･˳ . ⋆ 1-900-PaintJob ･˳ . ⋆

In which Toji has the hots for you while he paints your walls

· · · ♡ Featuring Painter! Toji Fushiguro x Chubby!Fem!reader with guest appearances of Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Choso,and Hiromi · · ♡

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: Smut, pussy eating, sloppy pussy eating at that, spit, voyeurism( FaceTime call on projector), cowgirl riding, heavy and long dick Toji, admiring Toji( at you), body worship( heavy, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talking, fingering, body painting with fingers during sex, do not try this with a stranger in real life( wrap up sweeties), fucking on first time meeting( I know, I know, but you’re neighbors), reader mind is fucked while you’re getting fucked, mention of brain d*** but not literally, dickmatized and pussy drunk, hints at chubby reader, black reader but not explicit, pet names( princess, baby doll, doll, baby, etc.), small age gap, if I miss something let me know

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word count: 4.6k

18+, Minors do not interact

Ps: I’m gonna post this one last time, hopefully it ends up in the tags without the label warning. Anyways happy birthday to me!!!

Sitting on the white window seal with a large triple case- equal lit window in front of you casting a beautiful abstract of the neighbors house and apartments in your neighborhood.

You were watching your neighbor from across the street pulling out weeds from the dirt of nature. He was eye candy for sure, that’s why you always pretended to write in your diary whenever he comes out of his house. Sometimes he would be talking with his other buff/ fit friends while pulling out weeds or planting for his girlfriend. She was a ray of sunshine but a devil in disguise or so you heard. You haven’t seen her ever since you met her for the first time when you moved in. You two didn’t plan on hanging out or getting to know one another after your encounter with one another. Too busy, on her side. Your side was because you could feel the negative energy oozing off her and made no room for her in your life. Him and his other friends/ girl-friends were a different story.

One of them was someone you had your eagle eye on from the first time you saw him. Ever since you saw his white, skin tight shirt clinging to his body with a pair of black joggers and comfortable shoes; you knew you had to get him inside of your house. Luckily weeks later, when you were watering your plants you saw him come out the house a few doors down from you to walk across the street to Satoru’s house. You wanted him to laugh in your ear the way he was laughing at Suguru and Satoru’s jokes and playful bantering whilst sharing a few beers with him.

Once you were done with watering your grass and plants you turned your water off and took your empty bucket to go back in the house when you heard your name being yelled as you walked onto your porch. You turned around to see Satoru waving at you with a big smile on his plush, pink lips, “ Hi hi, {reader}, see you’re watering your plants, gotta keep them fresh for me to steal huh? Your flowers are mighty beautiful..”

You rolled your eyes and waved at him, “ Hell no, not for you so don’t even try it, anyways hello everyone, I’m going back in the house so see you gentlemen later.” Geto smiled and waved at you while Nanami smiled a little at hearing your voice. He always looked at you whenever you came out the house, he thought he was the only one who stared at you until he saw Toji Fushiguro eyeing you nonstop, even while you watered the plants.

“ That’s { reader}, she just moved here 5 weeks ago, so be nice to her alright.”, Geto says with a tight lipped smile. Choso took a sip of his beer and cleared his throat, “ How do you know when she moved in? I must say it's very Creepy considering you don’t even live over here at all.” Geto rolled his eyes and pointed to Gojo, “ because of him, dumbass. After all, he’s her neighbor, although, I’m surprised Toji hasn’t made a move even after only staying a few door dow-” Geto eyebrows furrowed and he was gonna ask where Toji left to when he got his answer when he felt his head being turned by Gojo to your house. He opened his mouth once he noticed Toji standing at your door having a conversation with you. Closing his mouth, he chuckled prior to saying, “ Nevermind then. He beat us all, huh?”

You, on the other hand, heard your doorbell ring and told the person on the other side to hold on. Once you answered you were so surprised to see your girl crush in front of you, smirking as well, “ Hello, pretty, my name is Toji Fushiguro. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Hope we get to be well acquainted with one another.” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles making your legs almost give up on you especially with the calm but sexy look in his pretty green eyes.

You didn’t even want to take your hand away as you introduced yourself back to him, ending with “ I hope we get well acquainted as well, sir.” He tsk, shaking his head sequentially, “ No, what did I say my name was?” You raised your eyebrows at the dominance oozing from his voice but answered him anyway, “ Toji, Toji Fushiguro, why? What happened? Do you have a low memory or something?” He chuckled as he still held your hand in his, mild sweat was all you felt on your hand as you looked at him with a tilted head in wonder of what he was chuckling at. “ No, no, doll. Don’t have low memory just making sure you know it so you can learn to not call me sir, makes me feel older than I already am.”

You couldn’t help but to giggle at his words because normally you would tell a man to fuck off already, he’s an exception. For now. Instead you stared at his shirt, noticing a little yellow stain that looked like paint. Automatically getting a scandalous idea inside your pretty brain, “ Say do you paint, Mister Toji?” Completely change the direction of the conversation because you don't need to be reminded that you are attracted to the older male even if you’re in your early 20s right now. The way you tilted your head to the side after you asked the question made his dick jump because he was one step closer to having you against the wall of your house. He smiled at you, “ Yes, here and there, for the cash or what not. why do you ask, little one?”

You mentally rolled your eyes at his last two words because you were in no shape or form little but you’ll proceed, “Good. How much does it cost to paint my living room in two days? Or you don't do house calls?” His eyes widened a little prior to him answering you without thinking, “ oh yeah I take house calls for a price but for you… On the house, take this as a housewarming gift from me to you. Besides honey, I’m not working on a boss time because I make my own time, therefore you’re on. In two days, I will see you soon, my favorite doll.” You smiled as he walked backwards off the porch while hanging onto your banister to help guide him down the stairs in case he doesn’t make a fool of himself in front of his doll. You.

You, however, waved at him and the others, “ Great, I’ll get the paint and other supplies, all you need to do is show up, mister Toji.” You walked back into the house with a smirk on your pretty face, you got him.

Now you were still sitting on your window seal, still looking at the now empty porch of Satoru Gojo’s house when the doorbell rang. You looked at your phone for the time and smiled— right on time. You fixed yourself up a little before answering the door with a small smile on your face, “ Welcome, Toji. Come on in.” Toji had in a tight white v neck shirt that showed some of his chest that made your mouth watery. As he walked past you he greeted you with a smirk and nod of his head. You stared at his back and ass as he walked in front of you taking in the way he wore his blue Jean painting overalls, thankfully just in his lower body, with black boots, he looked so perfect for this job and you almost believed he dressed like this on purpose.

You wore too into your head when you heard a throat being cleared startling you a little since it was silent at first, “ Don’t get too distracted, doll. I need to know how you want me to paint and where to start, don’t I?” He was teasing you and he loved the little fidgeting you were doing right now to his teasing. You gathered yourself and pointed to the side of you as you walked further into your spacious living room with only a covered couch and ladder inside of it.

He sat his extra tools down and looked at color paint you brought with his hands on his hips, the hips you so badly wanted to wrap your legs around as he dug inside of your pu-, “ Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to stop spacing out if you want time to be at least half way done, alright.” You nodded your head and put on your serious face, “ I apologize for my unprofessionalism, after all this is still business. Anyways, I really want this side to be a plain { c/y/c}, while behind the couch have the marble color thingy going on.” You pointed to the walls as you explained. When you lifted your hand, your shirt showed a little of your tummy, he so badly wanted to hold in his hands as he sucked on your pussy, and your thighs from the skort you wore gave him the adrenaline he hadn’t felt in a long time while painting for someone.

“ What ‘ marble color thingy’ you are referring to? I need a little example, doll.”, he said while crossing his arms over his chest making his muscles flex like he wanted to pop out the shirt. Is this his hoe shirt or something? You almost wanted to laugh at your mind for asking that question but thought against it because it’ll make you look crazy. You tried hard to think of an example and tapped your feet making him laugh at your frustration and stumbling over words “ um, you know, marble counters.” Or his favorite “ You know, um…” you didn’t even finish the sentence seeing as another laugh of his cut you off, “ I know what it is, princess, just messing with you.”

You rolled your eyes and began to help him by taking the top off the paint and setting your brush along with the long stick that attached to the roller brush down, “ There you go, if you need me I’ll be sitting on the window seal listening to my headphones. If you don’t mind me being in here with you of course.” He shrugged and asked you a question, “ You think you could turn on some music for me, don’t wanna listen to the sound of paint hitting the walls all day, hurt my ears, you wouldn’t want anything to happen to my ears now would ya’?” You thought about it and shook your head no before getting up to bring down your radio.

Once you finally brought down your little hello kitty radio seconds later, he smiled at the speaker prior to shaking his head and grabbing it from your hands, “ I’ll make jokes about this radio later, but right now I need you to sit your pretty ass down and enjoy yourself or you could watch me paint, doesn’t matter to me.” You almost tripped from him talking to you like that but gladly caught yourself— looking to see if he caught you and luckily he didn’t. He’s too busy pouring the paint in the paint tray.

Hours later, he seems to be getting slower and you knew he needed a break as you now witnessed him with respiration dropping down his body, shirt clinging to his skin as the product of sweating a lot. You turned on the AC and fan but he’s still sweating which means he’s working too hard. You got distracted by his back muscles moving back and forth as he painted on top of the ladder now. Your playlist was getting lost in your ear as you analyzed his build even more. He had a back tattoo from what you could see and you honestly wanted to see it. Just in luck, he turned to you catching you off guard, “ can you hear me? If so, nod your head.” You nodded your head because you could only hear him because your music was low and high.

Wiping his forehead with his arm, “ Good, do you mind if I take my shirt off, I’m still hot and can’t take it anymore.” You paused and looked at him with your lips pursed out. Your head nodded slightly disagreeing with your thoughts. You watched as he dropped the paintbrush on the tray afore taking his shirt off so slowly, basically stripping for you. You eyed his 6 or maybe 8 pack you couldn’t count because you were trailing your eyes to his man-boobs and almost clench your thighs at how big they were.

You were only snapped out of your day dream when you heard his deep groan, which only caused your eyes to widen at hearing what you heard. Maybe it was a floozy until you heard him talking, “ You keep looking at me like that there’s no telling where this paint will land when I’m fucking you against this very wall.” You turned away just to look right back at him with low eyes, “ yeah, um, I’ll go get that strawberry lemonade for you, hold on.” He chuckled because he didn’t know if it was because you thought he was thirsty or because he was thirsty for something else. Someone else really: you.

You walked to the kitchen as he climbed off the ladder. He watched you walk away and that ate at your conscious— while you were too busy thinking about how you looked from the back, he was moving the ladder to the side before laying down a big paper. He was gonna get you anyway it goes.

You grabbed the glass cups out of your white cabinet, putting ice in it followed by strawberry lemonade out of your pitcher. You grabbed lemon and cut them up just to play a slice on the side of the glasses. You weren’t even thinking straight right now because all you wanted is his dick down your throat. And you kept thinking about the ways you were gonna do it on your way back. You needed some dick right now in your life anyways, he’s the perfect man to get some from. You were gonna slut and trick him out because after this. Your new sugar daddy if you say.

You brought the cold glasses in and saw him sitting on the window seal with his legs cocked open, he looked so relaxed and you didn’t want to interrupt him but damn if you do, damn if you don’t. His shirt was still off and sweat glands were rolling down his chest and abs. His nipples were a mixture of pink and light brown and you were so in love with the way they looked that you couldn’t stop staring which made him smirk, “ Come on, pretty. You’re leaving my throat dry right now.” You snapped your eyes to his eyes and smiled a little prior to giving him his juice. When you did he smoothly pulled your wrist and made you stumble in between his legs, panicking about wasting the drinks.

You placed your lemonade down and gave him a stern look, well tried. It was just you trying to look mad and it failed because all he was thinking about was how pretty and hot you looked and that you did even through thick and thin. “ What is your problem, T?”

Toji took a big gulp of his drink afore placing it down and wrapping his arms around your hips, “ T? I like it, is that the nickname you chose to moan for me, hmm? Yeah, you make sure you moan it loud and clear, yeah?” You were so turned on right now that you made a hint that you wanted a kiss by looking at his lips, he chuckled and leaned up to kiss you on the lips. The kiss is slow and sensual. Your lips collided against each other in a heated makeout session. You didn’t even realize him reaching to dip his fingers in the paint beside him. He strategically used the fingers he’s not going to finger you with to dip inside the paint.

The paint was something that just came to mind right now, so he brought his actions to life when the paint trailed on your arm as you deepened the kiss with one arm around his shoulder. Sitting down on top of him, you felt his thick bulge right on the outline of your pussy as soon as you sat down too. Fuck he was huge and fucking thick. You couldn’t wait to fuck him and you made it known when you dipped your own fingers in paint— trailing your finger on his chest and then nipples making his body shudder from the coldness of the paint on his nipples.

You broke the heated kiss and smiled down at him with both hands on your chest. “ You’re mine after this, you know. So think real hard before you take the next step, baby doll. Wouldn’t want you to jump onto death row blindly.” You chuckled, “ I want to fuck, you’re the perfect slut of a man to fuck right now.” His eyes widened as he watched you take off your shirt revealing a pretty bra he so badly wanted to inhale. He was so obsessed with you that he’d wanna sniff any undergarment you had right now and you knew that, so you slowly teased him by taking the bra off slowly. Toji has been obsessed with you since he got the chance to see you move in, you didn’t notice him but he noticed you.

Toji’s mouth watered when your tits dropped from your bra, they were so pretty, the size of them adding on to his new fascination. Toji kissed you again, he kissed all the way down to your chest, “ These are fucking beautiful, want them wrapped around my cock but I’ll save that for later.” You whimpered at his dirty words as his hand without the paint tapped your thighs telling you to take off your pj bottoms and you did just that when you got off him.

Toji reached his hands to the hand of your panties— slipping his, free of paint, fingers inside of your panties rubbing your pussy as you hovered over him. It was a little difficult for him so he ripped your panties with his other hand leaving you completely bare for him. He finally got full access to your beautiful pussy and he almost gulped up spit just to spit it back on your pussy, claiming it for the men that’s watching on the other side of the FaceTime call he sat up while you were in the kitchen. He hid his phone well but what he didn’t know is that you knew you were being recorded and didn’t care at the moment especially when he’s literally eye level with your pussy.

He rubbed getting little whimpers from you as you gripped his shoulder in want and need, “ Please… T, I can’t anymore, fuck me, finger me, idc, I just need something inside of me.” Your voice was so pretty moaning out for him like this. You were already driving him mad and he loved it. You were wiggling around until he held onto your love handles/hips. He spit on your pussy with a loud sound of the spitting before licking all over your pussy with his spit. You gripped his hair with one hand whilst his tongue was flicking in circles around your puffy clit. You granted him access with one hand opening your pussy to his liking so he could see and lick everything.

He looked up at you with hazy, green eyes— still licking your pussy while you placed one leg beside him on the window seal, “ your fucking pussy, fuck~” he couldn’t even get his words out because he was too busy trying to devour your entire pussy in his mouth, which was literally impossible for anyone. You tasted so so delicious to him and he wasn’t about to let any of them on the phone fuck you. You were a moaning mess when you were close to your edge and you could tell he was enjoying himself because of the spit coasting your inner thighs, labia, and clit.

His spit was dripping and his face was dripping with your juices combined with his spit, “ Shit~ to-ji, I’m cumin, I can’t hold on.” And you couldn’t physically and figuratively because your legs were starting to shake. Toji didn’t care though because he was too busy shaking his head back and forth creating more motion in your clitoris, “ Aaah fuck, m’cummin, pl-please I’m cummin.” You gripped his shoulders so hard that you could practically crush them and yet he still wouldn’t care. He was gonna wear you out today before going back to painting.

You threw your head back when his groans and moans hit your pussy creating vibrations, “ Cum fwrh mew” you couldn’t exactly make out his words because his tongue was move in a wiggle motion on the inside of your pussy, so his words were impediment to understand but once he felt you clench onto his tongue— letting go onto his face. Your body shook as you came and he wasted no time catching every last drop of cum.

He sucked on your clit one last time making you stumble onto his lap, hovering a little whilst your legs were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. He looked at you licking his lips all the while taking off his shoes and overalls along with his undergarment— leaving him in black socks only, “ Sit on it.” Your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled you down not caring how much of your weight you got on him, he could handle it. Meanwhile, none of them can do it like he can. He always chased after girls your size, why? He just likes women like you. You could say he was a chubby chaser but his dick doesn’t discriminate against any bodies, petite, skinny, thick, no ass, ass, no titties, titties, he doesn’t care. He just has a record with women like you.

You took his hard dick into your hand, stroking him up and down, “ How badly do you want this Toji?” He looked at you with a smile on his face illuminating his beautiful features, “ I could show you and say it, I wanted this ever since I saw you hop out that little uhaul truck and I was sitting on my porch playing with my kids.” Your eyes widened and you smiled, “ How is little Megumi and tsukii doing?”

He chuckled before whispering a faint fuck because you were still stroking him, meanwhile you were unaware of what you were doing because of the conversation, “ kinda hard to talk about them when you stroking my dick like that?” You nervously laughed, “ oh right, I apologize that actually is wrong, I just wanna know how badly you wanted me and we got off track, now that I know, let me show you how bad I want you.” He was surprised at your words but more surprised at the feeling of his tip being swallowed by your wet pussy, “ Fu-uh-ck!!, you haven’t even taken me full, yet you have me groaning like a bitch.” You let out a faint giggle which turned into a moan as you slowly and carefully took him inside of you. As you slid down his cock, he stretched you out causing you to tightly squeeze your eyes from the pain. Your pussy was clenching him like she never wanted to let him go and that cussed him to hiss, “ Loosen up f’me, princess.”

You took a deep breath prior to slamming down on his dick when you got half of him inside. Both of you moaned very loudly as Gojo, Choso, Geto, Nanami, and now Hiromi's eyes widened when they viewed the projector his phone was connected to, luckily Gojo was a smart and strategic pervert. “ she did it, she actually took all of him inside of her.”

Meanwhile, Toji gripped your ass and curled up into you as you bounced up and down on his cock creating vibrations and movement with your body and his balls in one. “ Shit! T, please continue to fuck me like this, mmph.” He reached one hand to dip his fingers in the paint, just to put it over your chest, tummy, and getting more to trace your rolls. “ You’re so- so fucking, ahh… pretty taking my dick inside of you right now. You’re my little, Nghh~. You have me fumbling my words, sweetheart.” He gropped your tits with paint on his fingers and your ass with his other set of fingers— still fucking into you like a maniac. For an older guy, he’s got a lot of strength and stamina.

“ You’re my little masterpiece of art, fuck~ you keep clenching me I’m gonna.”, He moaned as he was now leaning back against the blinds on your window, denting them a bit, but you didn’t care. You were too brain dead out of words to even say anything. Your brain was nothing but fuzzy bubbles floating around, “ T’? It’s… it’s too much. Nnhh.” He noticed your spaced out look as you peered down at him and rubbed your clit with his thumb to get you back to him, “ Hold on a little bit longer baby, don’t space out on me yet, we’re gonna cum together.”

You nodded your head with a vicious lip bite as you moved your hips back and forth tired from bouncing up and down on his dick. Your juices were all over his cock, even dripping down his balls and inner thighs. That’s how much you enjoyed his dick inside of you. You never felt like this. You lost focus on the world and it’s just him now and you beat believe his ass feels the same because he forgot about them watching because all he was thinking about was you.

Your body started to shake as he began rolling his hips, “ Toji! I feel it, m’gonna squirt. Uhhh!” You squirted all over yourself and his pelvis. He stopped a bit to let you squirt before getting the idea to move inside of you again causing you to squirt more on his pelvis and lower stomach. You weren’t doing anything but shouting out little pleas and repeating over and over again how you have to cum.

Toji lifted you up with your legs on his arms, fucking into you like a pirate who haven’t had pussy or found any gold yet, “ Fuck, fuck, that’s it baby. Cum for me, cum all over your dick baby.” His words and the snapping of his dick moving in and out of you had you cummin’ in no time. You were about to scream loud but he placed a kiss in your lips silencing yours and his scream with a muffle to replace it. Your bodies was shaking against each other as sweat engulfed both of your bodies like you two were in a steam room.

This was the sex you missed and needed, but nobody did it like him. Toji was still rolling his hips while slowly walking back to the window seal that was a bench if you ask yourself. His butt hit the cold surface causing him to hiss especially when your pussy walls were shaping around his dick, “ Your pussy is shaping and getting used to my cock now, doll. Hope you’re ready because we’re taking this upstairs, they’ll have to hear from a distance.” He huffed and smirked down at you, kissing your forehead, chubby cheeks, and lips fore’ taking you upstairs bridle style, still having some strength in him even after cumming inside of your sweet pussy. You were gonna have to take the pill later, he wouldn’t mind giving you a baby because it was already set that he’s gonna make you his and his woman only.

From that point on, you got fucked any and everywhere in your bedroom. Your holes were being filled to the brim by him and you loved every second of it.

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stop-talking · 28 days

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Mike & Abby Easter Headcannons

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• Mike always hides eggs for her. Without fail. Every year. He probably enjoys hiding them more than she enjoys finding them, honestly.

• He's super annoying about not just TELLING her where one is when she can't find it, he'll just go "warmer..." or "colder...!" until she gets fed up and throws empty plastic eggshells at him.

• Abby knows the Easter bunny isn't real. She's not dumb. But it's a fun tradition, and she's willing to play pretend for as long as Mike is.

• Mike never busy himself any Easter candy. He "doesn't need the extra calories". Yet every year without fail, he ends up bumming Abby for candy, stealing a chocolate here and there. (She acts annoyed, but secretly doesn't mind sharing.)

• The first time Mike showed Abby the "draw with white crayon on an egg before dyeing it and the dye won't stick there" trick, she thought he was magic. Now, she draws a doodle on every single egg before dunking it in the colored water. Mike always makes comments on how they look "too good to eat," then eats one before they're even done dying them anyways.

• Once he forgot where he hid one of the hard boiled eggs... until it stank up the front porch. He nearly gagged when he found it two weeks later, tucked into an old flowerpot.

• Easter is like, the one time a year Mike drags Abby to church... If only for the giant egg hunt they host. He definitely has some kind of religious guilt from not going more often, but he's just too busy and tired. (He used to use Abby as an excuse, since she refused to sit still when she was younger. Now that she's older, he could go, but just doesn't care to. Neither does Abby.)

• (Post-movie) He and Abby happened to run into someone dressed as the Easter bunny outside of, like Walmart. And it just so happened to be a YELLOW bunny. Mike jumped two feet in the air and nearly pissed himself, and Abby just laughed at him. The guy in the costume thought it was hilarious to see a grown man so scared of a bunny, and the high-five he gave Abby made Mike just want to punch him. He didn't, thankfully.

How Mike would treat his 💙partner💙 on Easter:

(slight NSFW warning)

• He'd definitely make you an Easter basket. Nothing super fancy or expensive, he spends most of his budget on Abby. But he'd make sure you feel included and appreciated.

• Your basket would include: Your favorite candy, a pack of gum, something related to one of your hobbies, (ex: guitar pick, yarn, nail polish, colored pencils, etc), a cheesy hand-written note, a few plastic eggs with candy, a small stuffed animal, and a savory snack, like chips or pretzels. He's attentive, and knows what you prefer.

• Depending on how long you've been dating, he might even throw in something a little raunchy... like a pack of flavored condoms, lube, or a "toy". More as a gift to himself than you.

• He'd absolutely let you spend Easter with him and Abby, but wouldn't pressure you if you wanted to be with your family. If YOU invited HIM to spend the day with YOUR family, though? He'd fucking melt. ESPECIALLY if they were warm and welcoming to him. It'd make him cry like a baby to see Abby getting along with the other kids.

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Happy Easter to those who celebrate!! I thought about writing a whole fic on this but just don't have time. If anyone wants to steal these ideas, be my guest. Love y'all!! 💖

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imeverywoman420 · 8 months

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ppl are not cartoon villains so even “bad” people, ur abusive parent or spouse or a serial killer etc can have a lot of genuine normal moments where they’re not being manipulative or evil. And those moments make you question yourself even more. But really they’re not going above and beyond with these “nice” moments, they don’t make up for the abuse.

Simply put- its not really that this person is complex and hot and cold and secretly has a heart. Its just that they’re not a cartoon villain 100% invested in being evil. They dont walk around kicking puppies and stealing candy from babies.

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froggibus · 1 year

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In celebration of that shimada brothers 'let's have a baby' how about a shimada brothers + reaper headcannons of how they would be as parents?

How They Are As A Father - Shimadas + Reaper

Genre: headcanons + fluff!

Word Count: 600 (like 200ish each)

CW: mentions of S*jiro, lots of fluff, christmas + halloween tropes, genji is a soccer mom and you can't change my mind

this was such a cute idea and im glad i could bring it to life for you anon! i hope you enjoy <3

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Hanzo

strives to be better than his father

very overprotective of you + the baby when your first child is born

calms down over time tho

would do anything for his child

definitely reads them a bedtime story every night (bonus points if he makes it up)

he loves to play outside with them—rain or shine

would teach them self defense

also would give them the option when they’re older if they want to learn to shoot a bow/use a sword

if they want to do a different activity instead? he still tries to be supportive

films everything

also for some reason i picture him making scrapbooks??

volunteers to be a parent supervisor on all of the field trips

and knows every single one of their teachers

he would definitely go up to the door to trick or treat with them too

and christmas?

you have to stop him from buying the whole toy store

still they end up with way more gifts than originally intended

would make a big deal of Santa coming

like would set up a whole scene after they go to bed—reindeer tracks and everything

also he’s an excellent gift wrapper

would have a distinct wrapping style for himself, Santa etc

10/10 father he loves his kid(s) so much

Genji

also tries to be better than their father

tries to be firm but always caves

definitely the type to accidentally swear/do something he’s not supposed to in front of the kids

“I’ll buy you ice cream if you don’t tell mommy”

they end up getting lots of ice cream

worries sometimes that they’ll be embarrassed that he’s a cyborg so you have to comfort him sometimes

i feel like he would sing them to sleep every night??

is extra about everything

he’s on the PTA and bakes cookies for every event

Halloween? he’s coordinating everyone’s costumes

would definitely use “dad tax” as an excuse to steal some of their candy afterwards tho

also he dresses up as Santa to put gifts under the tree

“babe, the kids have been asleep for hours, you don’t have to wear the costume” “but what if they wake up”

also definitely is a part of the carpool + always talks about ‘that bitch Karen’

Reaper

he would be a great father

definitely very sleepy and always takes naps with the kids

is the type to patrol their room if they complain about monsters under the bed

somehow knows exactly what to do too

you’re kind of jealous of it actually

until you see how close he is with them and how cute it is

doesn’t initially want to volunteer for anything at their school/extracurriculars

cannot resist puppy dog eyes though and gets roped into it anyway

the “idk ask your mom” type

plays with the kids for hours

they will literally be using this man as a jungle gym and he doesn’t even flinch

carries them to bed when they fall asleep in weird places

if some kid was bullying them at school, he would definitely have some strong words for them

“kick them in the shins” “gabriel!”

not a big fan of Halloween but will hold their hands if they get scared

also insists they wear a coat and even when they refuse carries it the whole night for when they inevitable get cold

loves to play in the snow with your kids

absolute snowball fight master

holds them up so they can decorate the top of the tree

helps them write letters to Santa + gives them letters back covered in white glitter and candy cane stickers

he’s so soft

would move heaven and hell for his kids

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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years

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Sweet (Billy Hargrove x AFAB!Reader)

*Plus Size and POC Friendly; No use of Y/N*

Based off of this blurb:

Word Count: 3,799 (oof)

Summary: Billy and Reader are best friends. Best friends with benefits…and feelings and that makes Billy very jealous.

Warnings: Mean!Billy, Dom!Billy, Possessive!Billy, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it besties!), Choking (sexually), Fingering, Name-Calling, One Face Slap, One Pussy Slap, Honestly This Is Just Fucking Filthy, Every Part Of This Is A Warning

*Only description of reader is that she is shorter than Billy*

Please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings I should include!

18+, MINORS DNI

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It was late, her entire house dark except for the yellow glow seen through her window. Her parents had long since retired to their room neighboring her own. Bruce Springsteen’s album, The River, was playing softly in the background and her finger tapped along to the beat of Hungry Heart on the worn, hardcover of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. She mindlessly chewed on a Cow Tail, the sweet candy hanging out of her mouth as she went to turn the page.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

Her head snapped up toward her window, startled. Her heartbeat slowed once she realized it was Billy.

Billy Hargrove and she had an…unusual dynamic one could say. Definitely more than just friends with benefits and feelings were without a doubt involved but nothing official. Billy’s life was too complicated, the stress of a relationship not one he wanted to add to the equation. And she understood. Well, she understood to a certain extent. Billy told her very little and she never pried or pushed. Of course she wasn’t stupid. She put the pieces together like his relationship with his dad. She accepted what was and what he was willing to give. It was one of the things he lo- no, liked, about her. He refused to use that word, especially in regards to her. They had a good thing going and why would he want to ruin that? She was constant and stable and after everything he clung to that. She was his anchor.

Billy couldn’t help but find her startled expression absolutely adorable. Her eyes big and wide, lips slightly parted and candy hanging out, and fuck, his thoughts quickly became much more sinful. It was too easy to picture something much thicker stretching her mouth. Her eyes looking up at him, instead of straight on through her window, and welled up with tears, wetting her lashes and running down her face. He clenched his jaw, making his hard expression more intense.

She pulled the Cow Tail out of her mouth and set it on the wrapper on her nightstand along with her book. She stood up and her lacy little nightgown tickled the tops of her thighs as she quickly walked to her window, sliding the pane up.

Silently Billy climbed in, towering over her. She shivered, goosebumps erupting on her skin. She didn’t know if it was from the cool night air or Billy’s intimidating frame as his pretty baby blues bore deep into her eyes. He looked tightly wound, wild.

“Billy?” She breathed out but before she could continue his firm hand came to rest around the column of her throat and with big steps he pushed her back, her stumbling until her back hit the wall with a thud. She quickly looked to her wall that separated her and her parents rooms.

“Why did you give him your number?” He hissed out. It was a demand not a question.

“Wha-who?” She floundered, his scent and his warm, firm hand on her neck made her dizzy. He squeezed a little tighter and that seemed to jog her memory.

“Oh! He-,“ she swallowed and wet her lips with her tongue. Her eyes fluttered up to look at him.

“He wants me to tutor him. Help him with an English paper.” She explained but his gaze didn’t soften. He slid his hand further up her neck, right below her jaw, so her head was tilted up and back, exposing her throat.

Billy crowded over her, leaning down so she could feel his hot breath against her ear.

“He was eye fucking you.” Venom spewed out of his strawberry lips. No one attempted anything romantically with her since Billy came to town. There was an unspoken claim. Unfortunately this shithead either didn’t care or had a death wish.

“And that doesn’t work for me.” He growled and the sound sent shockwaves straight to her core. A whimper escaped past her lips.

“What do you- Are we- I-,” she couldn’t form a coherent question, all jumbled and buzzing like bees. He was so warm, smelled so good, was so firm, and oh! He’s so hard.

“My sweet, dumb baby. Do I need to spell it out for you?” His tone was condescending. Her thighs clenched together to relieve the ache. Billy released a huff through his nose and used his right foot to kick apart her legs. He brought his knee to the juncture between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating as he teasingly brought his lower thigh forwards and backwards. Billy pressed himself against her stomach and she could feel his own arousal, hot, thick, and throbbing through his jeans. She gasped at the feeling. He pulled his head back to stare down at her in her blissed out state.

“I’ve barely even touched you, sweetheart. You’re already so gone. No one could ever make you feel like this. You know that, don’t you, baby?” She doesn’t think she’s ever been this wet. She could hear her slick as he rubbed her with his thigh. All she could do is let out a pathetic whine and nod. Not satisfied, he brought his free hand up and lightly smacked her cheek. Not enough to hurt her, but just to make it slightly sting and get her attention. Her eyes snapped open wide and a soft moan slipped past her lips.

“Don’t. You.” He all but commanded.

“Yes. Yes, only you make me feel this good.” She mumbled out. It made Billy warm with pride. A sweet, pretty thing all his, completely devoted.

“Yeah, ‘cause you belong to me. You’re my girl. Mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.” He smashed his lips to hers and quickly shoved his tongue into her velvet mouth.

She tasted sweet. She’s sweet. She’s sweet, and warm, and soft, and the complete opposite of everything he was. But you know what they say about opposites? They attract and Billy was all but wielded to her. You would have to pry her from his cold, dead hands and even then, he would rise from the grave. Not even ‘til death do us part. She was his forever and although he didn’t want to admit it, he was hers forever. She owned him just as much, maybe even more, than he owned her.

Billy trailed kisses down her neck, harshly sucking and biting marks, letting everyone know she was taken. He usually left them under her clothes, where no one could see but his jealously became a wildfire. They all had to know.

She gasped loudly when he bit down hard where her neck met her shoulder. He soothes the marks with his tongue and trailed the wet muscle to the front of her neck, between her collarbones. He lavished his mouth up the center of her throat to her chin and followed the path up her jaw to her earlobe where he suckled on the fleshy bit. He released it with a pop but kept his mouth next to her ear.

“Be quiet. You wouldn’t want mommy and daddy waking up to their precious, darling girl moaning like the slut she is.” Oh he’s so mean but it made her even wetter. She’s sure she stained his jeans with her juices.

“No, sir.” She breathed out.

“Good girl.” He brought his leg down and took a step back. Oh yeah, there was definitely a puddle in her panties.

“Look at the mess you made.” Her eyes trailed down and sure enough, a large spot, shining in the low light, stared back at her. She looked back up at him, cheeks heating at her desperation. Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Well, aren’t you going to be a good little slut and clean it up?” He backed up to the center of her room, standing in the middle of her rug. She vigorously nodded her head and took a step forward.

He brought his hands to his hips in a stance that radiated domination and he narrowed his eyes at her. She stopped.

“Crawl.” His voice was low and gravely. She could feel her wetness seap down her thighs as she got to her hands and knees. They made eye contact and slowly, she crawled across the hard wood of her bedroom floor and then finally across half of the rug.

Billy was smug. He knew she would never let anyone do this to her, speak to her that way. His erection was straining uncomfortably against the metal zipper of his pants but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when heaven personified was kneeling in front of him, looking up with glazed eyes and tongue running over her bottom lip.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned forward, her tongue flat and wide as she licked up her own arousal from bottom to top. She moaned softly and brought her face away to look up at him, a string of her juices connecting her bottom lip to his pants. Billy’s beautiful blue eyes were almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, clouded with lust. She went back to lapping up her mess, eyes half lidded.

When all that was left was wetness from her tongue, Billy tangled a hand in her hair and yanked her head back. Her lips were red and swollen from the roughness of his jeans. Fuck, she looked so pretty like this. So fucked out and he had barely touched her.

He brought his hand back out of her hair and pushed on her shoulders, making her land on the pastel rug. He quickly followed her, settling in between her legs and once again let his tongue invade her mouth. She went to wrap her arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer but before she could even reach his broad shoulders Billy had her hands pinned above her head in an iron grip.

“Be. Good.” He gritted out In between kisses. He pulled one hand away, taking both of her wrists into his large palm. He hiked one of her soft thighs over his hip and brought his fingers down to play with her through her panties. A loud squelch could be heard and he broke the kiss to look at his now soaked fingers glistening in the low light. She held her breath as she looked at him.

Without hesitation, he shoved his fingers into his mouth and sucked. So sweet. His sweet girl. Her thighs closed around his hips and a moan escaped her. His eyes flashed down at her.

“What did I say?” He ordered.

“T’a be good. ‘M sorry sir.” Came stammering out of her mouth. Billy set his jaw and exhaled through his nose like a raging bull. Without saying another word he released her hands and grabbed her by the backs of her knees, bending them back until he was able to take both of her ankles in one hand while the other grabbed her panties by the crotch and yanked them off of her legs leaving her on full display. The cold night air from the still open window chilled her dripping core. He dropped her ankles so they fell on either side of him. She opened her mouth but Billy shoved her sopping, ruined panties into her mouth, her wetness filling her tongue and nose. It was so filthy, so dirty, and she loved every minute of it. A smack against her pussy brought her out of her head.

“Now shut up.” Billy went back to playing with her now exposed cunt, running his fingers up and down her slit, gathering the surplus of her arousal and bringing

it up to her swollen clit. She whimpered as softly as she could and bit her underwear, the wetness gushing from it and her eyes rolled back, swallowing it down.

Once Billy grew bored of her clit, he traced his fingers down to her hole, slipping his middle digit in. He had to bite back a moan of his own. How could she be this wet and still this tight? Her pussy sucking his finger further in until it’s entirety was encased in her warm walls. In an agonizingly slow pace, he began thrusting, taking his finger all the way out, swirling it slightly around her entrance and then plunging it back in. Her fingers dug into the plush carpet and she clenched her teeth down into the wet fabric to keep from crying out.

Billy added a second finger and started thrusting faster. She really hoped the faint background music covered the embarrassingly wet sounds of her cunt. He scissored his fingers against her walls in an attempt to stretch her out. It felt so good, so wet. Her pussy tingled at the sensation and her saliva was running out of the corners of her mouth. He curled his fingers upward and her eyes rolled back again. She was completely delirious with pleasure. Again, Billy added another finger and began thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could. The force causing her back to rub against the carpet, making it burn. It only added to the sensation. He was so good, making her feel so good. How could she possibly want anyone else. And then he curled his fingers again and immediately found the spongy spot that brought her to new heights. He could feel her clenching around him.

“You close, baby? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me? All for me?” He grunted out. She looked at him and tears welled in her eyes and she nodded. It felt good, too good, so good. And then Billy took his thumb and rubbed harsh circles on her clit. She exploded. Her walls clenching down on his finger and stars flickered across her vision. Her body convulsed and she let out a low moan.

Displeased with the continued sounds he glared down and harshly rolled one of her nipples between his fingers through the thin fabric of her nightie. She made a startled noise and he ripped her panties out of her mouth.

“‘’M sorry sir! ‘M trying. You just make me feel so good. Can’t help it. Please don’t stop!” She cried out, tears running down her cheeks. He thought about choking her on his cock but the last rational part of him knew it was already risky enough with her parents in the next room and although there was music playing, it could only drown out so much.

“You’re so lucky I’m so good to you, princess. Keep disobeying me and I’m still gonna give you my cock. What do you say?” He unbuckled his belt.

“Thank you, sir.” She panted out and before she knew it, he had flipped her over and put her onto all fours. She could hear his belt slide out of their loops in a quick whoosh and then it was around her mouth. A ‘mmm!’ Sounded at the back of her throat.

“You didn’t think I’d let it slide? Are you already fucked stupid? You’ve only just had my fingers.” He goes to buckle the belt behind her head, careful not to get any hair tangled in the buckle. She opened her mouth all the way to show her obedience and she felt him slide the buckle into place. He turned her 90° to the left where she had a mirror propped against the wall. She looked fucking wrecked.

Huge, dark bruises scattered down her neck and shoulders, tear tracks ran from her eyes, her lips were raw, chapped, red, and swollen, stretched around leather, drool still running down the corners of her mouth. She was so far gone. Her only thoughts were of Billy.

Billy. Billy. Billy. Billy. Billy.

She stared at him through the mirror. His own eyes were crazed, wild. He whipped off his jacket and white tshirt that was now wet with sweat. His chest heaved and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free. He looked down to see his angry, red and swollen dick, dripping precum from his tip onto the rug. He could feel his heartbeat in it every time it throbbed. Billy looked back in the mirror and made eye contact with her. He took her in, completely ruined by him, for him. And that thought alone sent him off the deep end.

He rubbed himself up and down against her slick and when he couldn’t take the waiting anymore, he roughly shoved it into her weeping cunt. The force took her arms out and she fell face first against the carpet. His pace was brutal and unforgiving, immediately punching her cervix. She bit down on the leather and turned her face sideways on the rug. A whimper escaped again.

“Can’t even help yourself can you? Look at you!” He hissed as low as he could. Billy buried his hand in her hair again and forced her to look at herself in the mirror.

It was too good. Too much. The feeling of his big, thick cock deep and stretching her pussy, the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against the drenched skin of her upper thighs, the burn from the carpet on her knees, she couldn’t help but let out a cry at a particularly deep and angled thrust against her g-spot. Billy’s big hand slapped over her mouth, clamping down to silence her as best as he could. His other hand wrapped around her waist and brought her up flush against his chest.

“Look at you. Fucking filthy slut. Just for me. All for me. No one will ever see you like this. No one could ever make you feel like this. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Each thrust punctuating each point. He was unraveling as she clung to him, as she squeezed him. He was so close and so was she.

Billy let her go as she fell forward and he unbuckled his belt before bringing her back up to him. He turned her face so he could sloppily kiss her and trailed more down the other side of her neck. One free hand went down to rub her clit. Now that her mouth was no longer filled she babbled mindlessly.

“’M yours. All yours. Only yours. Only want’a be yours. Fuck. Y’make me feel so good. Never felt this good b’for.” She slurred.

“Fuck, sweetheart. ‘M gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard you’ll feel me inside you for days. Y’uh gonna come too. Can feel it. Squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Fuck, I love you.” And then they both came. Her wetness came squirting out, further soaking his lower abdomen and jeans. She kept coming and coming, milking every last drop from him. He fell forward, catching them both before he crushed her, continuing to rut inside her. They laid there quietly, Stolen Car playing and heavy breathing all that can be heard.

Billy slowly, carefully pulled his softening cock from her and she whimpered at the feeling. He quickly tucked himself back into his underwear and cracked open her bedroom door to make sure her parents door was closed and their lights turned off. He heard faint snoring and let out a sigh of relief. He was surprised but didn’t question it.

He swiftly walked over to her and picked her up. Cradling her as he silently snuck into the bathroom a little down the hall. Billy gently sat her down on the counter, the cold tile soothing her sensitive pussy and she sighed, head fell back against the mirror. He grabbed a clean towel and washcloth from the linen cabinet and wet the smaller towel in warm water. He softly, lovingly cleaned her. She whimpered when it brushed against her clit.

“Was I too rough?” Now with his head clear he looked over her, covered with bruises and handprints. She hummed and cracked her eyes open slightly.

“Liked it. Y’uh always make me feel good.” She sighed out.

“I-,” he paused briefly before continuing, “I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone else.” He murmured quietly, she almost couldn’t hear his confession. He took the towel and started drying her off, keeping his hands busy, his eyes busy. Her hands went up to cover his and waited for him to look her in the eyes. She gave him a soft, angelic smile. A complete flip from how sinful she looked just minutes before.

“I love you too.” He froze, quickly remembering what he admitted in the throes of passion.

“Yeah?” He asked not quite believing someone as sweet, soft, gentle, kind, and countless other adjectives could love someone like him.

“Mmhmm. Y’a wanna be my boyfriend?” The word boyfriend didn’t seem deep enough for what he wanted to be. Maybe soulmate but Billy had his limits with the mushy stuff. He huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah, I wanna be your boyfriend.” She grinned.

“Good. ‘Cause I wanna be your girlfriend.” He smiled back, an actual, genuine smile and picked up the washcloth and lovingly wiped her face with the clean side, and then patted it dry. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and then peppered them over any place they could reach. She giggled and Billy felt his heart swell.

So this is what love feels like. He thinks he could get used to it.

He quietly snuck back into her bedroom, picking up some of the mess they made, closed and locked the window, and rolled up her ruined rug, placing it to the side to be dealt with the next day.

On wobbly legs, she brushed her teeth and used the bathroom before sneaking back into her own room as well. He had set out one of his large tshirts she had stolen and a fresh pair of underwear for her to slip on and he found a pair of his sweatpants, that she also had stolen, and tugged them on. He turned off her music and crawled into bed next to her. She followed suit and cuddled into his side, basking in his warmth and scent.

“I love you.” Her voice sounded slightly muffled against his skin but it made his heart soar just the same.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” And with that, he turned off her lamp and then fell asleep.

Early the next morning they awoke to thudding against her wall and very questionable noises coming from her parents room.

“You don’t think-?” Billy trailed off.

“Probably.” She groaned out and pulled her pillow over her ears.

“Your parents are cruel.” He looked at the clock before doing the same with his own pillow. 5:17. Oh yeah, this was revenge.

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drdemonprince · 1 year

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it is very easy to steal from self checkout heres the strats

shop into a reusable tote bag. ideally a really big honking huge one. do not use a shopping cart or a basket to collect your groceries as you browse the store. put them in the big tote bag

when you get to self check out, do NOT put the tote bag full of groceries on the machine. Keep it hanging off your body and reach into it to pull out items to scan. all the items you scan for purchase you will actually be buying

scan all your large/bulky items until your big honking tote bag of groceries has deflated enough that it looks basically empty to someone standing a few feet away.

complete your transaction, paying for the items you scanned and keeping the rest hiding in the big bag

reload your purchased groceries back into the tote bag along with the groceries you never did scan. if you need to, reposition yourself so the camera on the self-checkout machine cant see inside your "empty" tote bag.

throw your receipt in the bag when youre done reloading your purchased groceries into the tote, and leave casually

this method works best for stealing small or flat items: spices, individual pieces of produce, small cuts of meat that can lie flat at the bottom of the bag, shampoos, vitamins, pill bottles, razor blades, packets of tuna, baby wipes, protein bars, candy bars, etc

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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Hiya!!!! I was wondering if you do peter maximoff smut? 😅😅😅 If you do, I have a request-but if you don't maybe you could make it like Tate or Kyle? <3

I was wondering if you could do something like Peter (if you can) like using his vibrations and going down on the reader(fem!) while making her read her smutty diary entries about him after he read what was in it? :) THANK YOU BESTIE MWAHHH

I Warned You

note: forgive me if this sucks. my emotions have been all over the past few days and i burned the FUCK out of my hand last night.

warnings: sm*t, oral f receiving, peter being a slut, etc

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It was a rather oppressive day, heat-wise. One of those sticky hot, thighs chafing, greasy bangs days. The sun shined down in a hazy way on the neighborhood I lived in. As I sat there in my denim shorts and big t-shirt, I reminisced on the days of summer as a child. How I'd spend them with my best friend, Peter.

He was the first person I met when I moved here. I was two, to be fair, so I don't remember much of it all. He's always been a permanent fixture in my life. Someone who was just...always there.

He lived next door. Just like a cliche movie. We would ride bikes and draw on the ground with sidewalk chalk together. He was my second-grade boyfriend. He decided to ‘ask me out’ on the last day of school. He learned in school how to say 'I love you,' in sign language just before he asked to hold my hand on the playground on that day in June. He signed it any chance he could. When his mom drove us home in her minivan that day, he held up the sign. Our little secret.

That summer was pure childhood bliss. Innocence. We really didn't 'break up,' per se. When we entered the third grade that September it was just mutual that we had crushes on other kids. We still stayed friends. I'd hang out at his house after school every day until my parents got home. When the weather was warm, I'd sit outside on my porch waiting for him after dinner. Then, like clockwork, we'd find something to do.

As we got older our activities changed. He taught me how to skateboard. I taught him how to trespass on the baseball fields that were tucked down a back street in our neighborhood. We'd swing on this old tire swing over the stream that ran through our backyards.

In our sophomore year of high school, he bought an old car with dreams to fix it up. A 1965 Ford Mustang. It was rusty, beat up, and had no engine. The windshield was shattered and the inside wasn't upholstered. The only working part of it was its radio. When I walked out of my front door on the day he brought it home, he slapped it on its hood, proudly declaring, 'I'm gonna take you to prom in this thing, baby!' We sat in the old thing all afternoon listening to the radio.

I had known about his abilities the whole time. I never got into foot races with him as a kid for that reason. He would beat me every time. Peter had it under control, for the most part, but only when he wanted to. He started getting brazen with it as a teenager. He'd take me on these wild adventures where he'd steal things. The first time it was just some candy from a convenience store. By the time he got that damned car, he was stealing entire carburetors. These trips took all of 2 minutes. Just the two of us speeding off to create havoc.

Somewhere along the way I fell in love with him. Or maybe it wasn't even that. I can't remember a time when I didn't love him. It changed, though. I started to feel things toward him I'd never felt before. When he'd hold my head to prevent me from getting whiplash as we were making our hasty escapes from his escapades, I'd find chills would run up my spine.

Our beautiful little romance blossomed once he finally got his Mustang up and running. Not that he needed it, really. He was leagues faster than any car. He just wanted to be able to transport more things. And his new girlfriend. We started dating in junior year. He had just gotten his license and took me on a ride one night. We parked down a backstreet in our town and our lips finally met. At long last, his fast fingers were allowed to explore my body in a way I had never allowed him to before. It was wonderful, awkward, and hungry. Everything a teenage love affair should be.

He ended up taking me to the prom in that car, just as he'd promised. He looked so smart in his little tux. We spent that entire summer simply enraptured with each other. Our hangouts transformed from outdoor antics to being tangled in my bed, fan on max speed, windows open to hear the mourning doves sing outside. I can still smell the fresh summer air and the smell of him combining to make something all-encompassing and intoxicating.

It was the next summer on this very hot day. Peter and I had been dating for a year. He was away, hanging out with his friends or something. I was home alone. I sat there on my porch, diary resting lazily on my lap, staring off at the hanging 'FOR SALE,' sign on my yard in front of me . I switched between twirling my pen in my hands and chewing the end of it, deep in thought.

It was always the deal in my house. As soon as I graduated, as the youngest kid in my family, we'd move away again. My parents weren't happy with the town. They knew I had made my life there, but a deal was a deal. I couldn't imagine a life without Peter.

When the sign went up on my front lawn, I began a diary. I was never a writer. I was horrible at keeping up with writing entries in a tiny book. But knowing my life was about to change, I began scratching down every small detail about my life. My time in this house. My childhood. My life with Peter. It was a passion project. I wanted to document everything so I'd never forget.

Peter interrupted my deep inner turmoil. Well, not exactly him. His loud-ass car pulled up, parking in the driveway next door. He stepped out of the car singing, keys jingling in his hands. Like clockwork, his head turned to see if I was on my porch. Our routine since we were kids. In a flash, he was sitting next to me.

'Hey pretty,' he breathed, kissing me gently on my cheek.

'Hey Peter,' I smiled, looking up at him. Whenever he was near me I couldn't help but get wrapped up in him. Swept away in his deep brown eyes and sea of silver hair. There was a palpable feeling between the two of us. Dancing around the topic of me moving away, even though the signs were all around us, literally. It was a tension that colored every moment of our time together, yet we tried in earnest to ignore it.

'Whatcha got there?' he asked, half-taunting, as he usually did.

'Oh, haha,' I blushed, clapping the book shut and tucking the pen inside. 'It's nothing, just a planner.'

'A planner? Y/L/N, when have you ever been the type to schedule things?' he scoffed. 'Gimme that.' He lunged for the diary. I curled my body up tight into a ball, the book nestled safely between my lap and chest. My arms secured it even further.

'Peter! Stop it! I gotta get my shit together,' I whined. 'Like, plan out packing!'

'Packing for what?' he asked sarcastically, still trying in vain to pry the diary from my grasp. In his desperation, he attempted the only trick he had left to get me to let go. He started tickling my sides. It was a surefire way to piss me off, but also to get me to let go. The diary clattered to the ground as I stood up quickly to get away from his hands tickling me at light speed. He paused for a moment to grab the diary off the ground.

'Hey, thanks!' he exclaimed, taking off in a flash inside my house, leaving only the wind behind to prove he was there.

I clamored inside behind him, calling after him as I stumbled up the stairs. He was already laying on my bed, on his side, reading my diary entries when I got to my room.

‘DON’T read those!’ I panted in vain. ‘They’re so bad!’

‘Oh, these little stories?’ he smirked, looking up only with his eyes. ‘I think they’re pretty good.’

My cheeks burned hot. I stepped into the room and slammed the door shut. He held the book up closer to his face and squinted. ‘Peter, please, I’m warning you,’ I pleaded.

‘His tongue slid into me. All of my insides felt warm and tingly…’ he read out.

‘OH MY GOD NO!’ I rushed over to him, trying to pry my diary out of his hands. I was on the bed on my knees doing what I could to get my embarrassing writing back. He and his super speed, though, had other plans. I gave up after minutes of trying, tired of grabbing at a person that wasn’t even there by the time my hands reached him. He stopped his motion and was right back where he started on my bed.

‘I think I got what I needed,’ he smirked. ‘Let me review the highlights with you…’

He moved quickly, without using his super speed, to lay me down my my back. I didn’t object. He was always gentle with me, careful not to use his speed unless I asked him to. Peter hated anything that took a long time, but with me he always had patience. Well, unless it was taking my clothes off.

Peter worked quickly to get every inch of fabric off my body. His smooth hands rubbed all over my skin as he kissed me passionately. He stopped to pick up the diary that had been discarded to the side on my bed.

‘Let’s see…’ he muttered, pinning my shoulder down with one hand, his legs straddling my lap. ‘He spread my legs slowly…okay I can do that.’

The diary was once again dropped so he could part my thighs. His hot breath hovered over my weeping cunt.

‘Right, right, then the tongue part,’ he reminded himself. He kissed all along the insides of my thighs, eventually making contact with my middle. My toes curled and my breath hitched. I was ready for what he was about to do. He slipped his tongue into me and my eyes rolled back. He flicked his tongue over my clit, making me yelp out.

He separated himself from me to grab my diary again.

‘You’re gonna have to read this next part, Y/N, I’m a little preoccupied here,’ he instructed. He passed the book into my shaking hands. I didn’t even have the energy to protest. I just wanted to feel his warmth within me again. His mouth reconnected with my pussy.

‘H-his abilities came in handy when giving me head,’ I panted. ‘He can do this thing- thi- this thing where he vibrates.’ I could only choke out so much in my pleasure.

I felt him take a few deep breaths before beginning to vibrate at sonic speed. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The first time he did it, I thought I would just about die. He pulled away for a moment.

‘Keep reading,’ he breathed. I whimpered, shaking hands once again opening the diary. He reconnected with my middle again and I let out a loud moan.

‘He kn-knows how to make m-me purr like a kitten. There’s n-nothing like it,’ I sputtered out.

I didn’t have much left in me. He, acting as my own personal vibrator, brought me to my limit. I came with a loud yelp, laughing immediately after. Peter stopped vibrating and laid on top of me, his face meeting mine.

‘You are SUCH a dick, Maximoff,’ I giggled.

‘I thought it was sexy, how you write about me and all,’ Peter shrugged. He peppered kisses all over my face and neck as we both caught our breath. For a fleeting moment, nothing in the world mattered. All we cared about was each other. For a moment, I wasn’t moving away. It was us and us only. ‘You’re a million miles away, beautiful. What’s wrong?’

Snapping out of my trance, I planted a kiss on his lips. ‘Nothing at all, Peter. Just really ready for round two,’ I smirked.

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I really enjoyed this one. Thank you so much for this request! I promise I’ll write more this week. It’s been cray cray on my end.

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #peter maximoff x y/n #evan peters x female reader #evan peters fic #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters oneshot #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff smut

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star-1111 · 1 year

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Grey's Valentine Exchange 2023 <3

~~For @indie-has-fallen~~

I hope you enjoy! <3

[dsmpxgn!reader:valentine'sedition/HC's!]

Dream:

He is DETERMINED to make sure you get absolutely everything you've had your eye on recently

Clothes? Got it.

Jewelry? Already done.

Definitely would get you flowers that reminded him of you

CHOCOLATES!! THE ONES THAT COME IN A HEART SHAPE BOX!!

And if you don't like chocolate, he'll get a BUNCH of your favorite other candies!

Would def wait in line for hours just to get something for you!

If you don't want any gifts, he'll take you out to a nice restaurant, or to see a movie, etc..

I think his pet names for you would be "Baby.." "Sweetheart.." "Honey.." "Babe.."

Sapnap:

Oh. My. Gosh

This man.. would be down hysterical. Down bad. SIMPING!! FOR!! YOU!!

ESPECIALLY ON VALENTINES!!

(Doesn't like to admit it though, bc he's trying to look tough for you ;D)

Matching sweaters, cute and yummy breakfasts, and a WHOLE day of fun!

Anything you want to do or try, he would already be in the car

Like "What are you waiting for? Lets go!"

Even if you just wanna stay home and watch a movie or cuddle, he'd be all for it

I think he'd use like really flirtatious pet names ^^

OMG HE WOULD CALL YOU GREEK PET NAMES HE WOULD DEF CALL YOU HIS APHRODITE OR HIS ADONIS 🥰🥰😭

Punz:

Okay, I feel like he'll be the kind of person that would set everything up, then go bring you there when its all ready

Like a cute picnic, or a café date, or something like that!

He would wear something somewhat formal to try and impress you ^^

He would rehearse a big speech for you, something like "dear y/n, i love you so much. From the day i met you.."

I think he'd call you something like "buttercup.." "sweetheart.." "sunshine/moonlight.."

he tries his hardest to make sure he looks good and the day goes well- just for you!

Foolish:

I feel like his love language is gift giving, words of affirmation, all that good stuff :)

He loves giving you petnames/receiving pet names :)

"Pumpkin.." "Sweetheart.." "Baby.." Just to name a few ^^

If you like going to the gym, he would be HEAD. OVER. HEELS!

But if you don't, no worries! He loves you for you!

He would let you steal his sweaters ><

He thinks you're the prettiest person alive <3

His favorite color would be the color of your eyes, or a color that just fits you <3

He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair ^^

he would get you the most cheesiest valentines cards/gifts ><

as long as you know how much he loves you, he is one happy man <3

#@indie-has-fallen #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #punz x reader #foolish x reader #valentines<3

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the-realest-spot-conlon · 12 days

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I love those wss tumblr Rp's so in tribute of that I'm sharing my headcanons for the wss characters

Riff: despite Riff being a part of the jets and being in a gang and shit, he knows how to treat women. Like when he's with a girl (or guy, lookin at you Tony) he will go all out to surprise her and treat her like the absolute queen she (or king, looking at you tony) is. He also is the kind of person who is scared to love at first because of all he's lost, but once he falls in love he falls down like 85 flights of stairs metaphorically for them. I also think he like just really likes donuts. No explanation for that. He just gives me a donut-lover kind of vibe.

Tony: Tony is a hopeless romantic. He lies awake at night wondering what it's like to fall in love until he does. He has all these little fantasies planned out, he dreams about his wedding, etc. He sees an old couple walking together on the street and pictures them as him and his future spouse.

Graziella: Graziella is the kind of person who's nice until she's not. She'll be the sweetest girl ever one minute, offering you a drink, giving up her seat on the train for an old lady, but the minute you mess with her loved ones, she'll fuck you up. She will literslly not hold back like your ass will be cooked and locked in a basement or some shit (you best know she knows how to hide a dead body) and then she'll help the authorities look for your body. She is also the kind of person who has a major rbf but is actually nice when you meet them.

Baby John: baby John may seem more innocent and like a kid on the outside, but in the reality he's just as valuable to the gang as anyone else. He can fit in small spaces, he's sneaky, etc. So the jets use him to pull pranks on the Sharks and shit. He also likes to steal small thinks like candy bars off those street stands.

Balkan: alright so yall know how when Gee Officer Krupke starts and Balkan is like "I want no part in this," but eventually gives in? He's an ambivert. He'll go out with his friends if they invite him, but his ideal Friday night might vary between partying hard with strangers or just sitting alone but not lonely at home maybe with a newspaper to read. Also hwar me out Balkan has an astigmatism but is insecure about wearing the glasses, but at night when he can barely see because of the street lights, he'll take out the old pair he got from Valentina.

who's headcanon do yall want next?

#West side story #Graziella #Riff #Tony #Balkan #Baby John #newsies

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kqmilka · 2 years

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Closet Hook-up

SUMMARY: You and Eddie have a quickie in the janitors closet instead of going to Bio class.

GENRE: Smut

WARNING: Praise kink, spit kink, semi-public sex, oral f! receiving, no use of y/n, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumming in mouth, quickie, dirty talk... etc.

Mrs. Clerks class, Biology.

Oddly enough you liked Biology, not all of it, but you enjoyed learning about some of the subjects in it, like the human body, the anatomy and how it works. But you hated the tests, like that test you had last week, where you had to name all the muscles in the human body; she'd give extra credit points if you could explain their functions.

There are about 600 muscles in the human body, the three main types of muscle include skeletal, smooth and cardiac. The brain, nerves and skeletal muscles work together to cause movement – collectively known as the neuromuscular system.

You actually flunked that test. By like one mark, and it was a real pain because when you pleaded for an extra mark...

"I should've 'studied' more, is what she said to me." You snarled.

"Her pregnancy hormones are seriously up to here for me." you place your finger tips to the side of your neck, imitating a beheading. Eddie was leaning his elbow down on the table's surface, his palm resting on his cheek as he listened to your ranting. "I mean she was this super chill teacher till she got a baby fucked into her by her husband who is having an affair with her, not my problem by the way, but she's blowing that steam off on ME." You huff, "If anything, she should be doing it to her whore of a husband, I'm just trying to get through senior year and leave this shit-hole, having graduated!"

"Yeah, what a total bitch." Eddie hypes you up, his smile is contagious, you can't help but smile back. "Stop smiling like that, dork." You bite your lip in attempt to hide your smile but it wasn't working.

It was lunch time, you sat at the 'Hellfire table' (as everyone called it), next to Gareth, Eddie sat to your right. "That really sucks man, I on the other hand passed my bio test yesterday." Gareth takes a bite out of his apple, you scrunch your face at him in disbelief. "I will circumcise your balls."

"How would you even do tha-"

"Can we not talk about circumcisions and dicks at the lunch table—where I eat my meals and where I am eating right now?" Dustin cuts off. "Yeah where are my manners? Let's talk about vaginas instead!" Your eyebrows lifted up, lips forming a wide open grin. "Literally get hit by a bus." Dustin took a bite of his sandwich, you gasp dramatically, "Oh my god, I'm gonna tell mom you're being mean again."

"And I'll tell her you smoke weed."

"Touché." Eddie blurts out, amused by the banter.

"Love you too, Dusty-bun." You look down at your cola can, sensing the 'jaw-dropping' expression on Dustin's face by his sudden gasp. "I will tell mom you snuck Eddie into your room past midnight."

"You know about that?" Eddie turns his head to face Dustin.

"You'd think a 5'10" guy climbing up the roof wouldn't attract any suspicion or attention from the residents inside the house? I'm not deaf."

"Okay enough, this is starting to sound like an intervention, let it go, forgive and forget." You pucker your lips, stretching your arms across the table and reach for Jeff's candy bar, "Mars~ I love Mars bars." You cheer happily, but Jeff smacks your hand away before you could take it, "Did no one teach you that stealing is bad."

"I thought we were buddies Jeff~" You sulk, "C'mon"

"No."

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon-"

"No, no and no!" You and Jeff stare off at each other, the tension building between you, you wanted that chocolate but Jeff wasn't backing down. But you weren't raised to be no quitter. Game on.

"Is that Jason in a pink tutu skirt?" You look to the side of Jeff, your expression widens; and just like that, you trap the fly in the... trap.

Right as he turns his head, you snatch the bar from his tray. "Yess! Idiot." You boast your victory. Flipping him off playfully and unwrapping the bar.

But just like that, lunch was over and back to class you go. You had Biology, what a coincidence. Exceptionally not looking forward to it as you have an eye to pick with Mrs. Clerks. Having ruined your Friday, she'd gonna ruin your Monday too.

And Eddie knew that, he also knew how to take the heat off you, involving his needy cock and pussy-drunk tongue.

He leaned against the locker beside yours as you took out your textbook, giving him side glances while you shoved some things back in the locker. "What do you want-"

"What? Are you implying I want something? Or is this your way of saying you want something from... me?" He traces circles on the locker, batting his eyelashes at you innocently. "Okay, you've made it even clearer that you want something, so say it." You giggle. "Wanna skip? Get high, explore each others bodies?" He asks the climactic question, to which you pause for a moment, pretending to think through your answer when deep down you both knew the answer, yet you still hesitated. "I don't know Eddie, I'm not exactly on her good girl list right now." You play with your words, biting your lip. "Fuck Mrs. Clerks, not like you'll miss out on anything important, she spends 90% of her lectures complaining about her pregnancy pains and failing love life." He leans forward, pressing his nose against yours. "Let's ditch getting high and just fuck." He looks at you, with such a soft expression, in contrast to his vulgar and needy request, he looked so cute.

You flick between looking at his eyes and lips before responding, "Okay."

So here you were, getting your pussy eaten out by your favourite metal-head boyfriend in the janitors closet.

"Fuuck-" You whimper under your breath, your hands holding Eddie in place between your legs, his tongue swirling around your vulva, teasing around your clit. Hovering his tongue over it, not enough to actually create any friction but it riled you up, made you so needy. "You want me to eat this pussy of mine and make you cum?" Your eyes meet his.

"Yess... Eddie, please." You moan, thrusting your hips upward slightly, just enough to bump the tip of his tongue on your most sensitive spot. He could've easily pulled away but he didn't, and you were so grateful he hadn't. He let you grind on his tongue, sticking it out just for you to use him for your own pleasure. But you were starting to get frustrated and impatient, needing more, needing him to take over. He knows how to make you feel ways even you can't do on your own, with your own body.

Your silent pleads were fulfilled when Eddie dove straight into your pussy, moaning and sucking on your clit, your eyebrows furrow and your lips part into a small 'o'. "Fuck- Ohmygod, just like that, keep doing that Eds-." Your whines turning him on even more. Like it couldn't get any better, oh, but it does.

"Baby, spit in my mouth." Eddie opens his mouth wider, slipping his wet tongue out further as you complied. You spit, noticing a faint whine escape his lips before he licks your pussy again. The mix of your juices, his spit, your spit—all creating the raunchiest sounds which bounced off the cramped closet's walls.

Eddie moved further down, sticking his tongue into your hole; while he motioned his head left and right, his nose flicking your clit.

Your moans grew heavier, getting closer to your climax. While Eddie indulged himself in humping your left leg, in desperation to stimulate his aching boner.

Your hands traveled down to his head, pulling at his curly hair; pressing him further against your aching cunt. He'd happily suffocate between you, he loved eating you out, tasting you and intoxicating himself in your aroma. He was a pussy-drunk man, what else was there to say?

He pauses, which makes you look down to see why he stopped. His eyes meet with yours as his breath steadies near your cunt, anticipating for what he will do next. He flattens his tongue; gliding up your wet cunt—hole to clit. Your eyes flicker and you cave into his mouth, feeling his breathing tickle at your skin.

"I want your cock Eddiee.." You whine softly.

"You don't wanna cum in my mouth?" He asks, in a teasing yet desperate way. He gives your clit one last suck before he trailed kisses all around your throbbing cunt; he takes his middle finger and slides it in you. He curls his finger upwards, hitting that spongy spot, making you jolt into him. Moans escape your lips as he thrusts his finger into you. Adding a second one in between his thrusting.

"You gonna come baby?" His mouth still lapping against your sensitive clit. "Yesss... Eddie, I'm so so close please don't stop-" You quiver, feeling your knees give in but Eddie holds you in place, "C'mon princess, cum all over me, use me."

At those words you came, feeling the knot in your stomach snap. Your back arched inwards, legs shaky and your breathing unsteady. Eddie moaned into your pussy, licking you clean, only stopping when you pushed him away. He stands up, his figure leaning into you from above, "enoughh.. Eds." You hitched, looking up at him with doe eyes. Your hand traveled down to his aching bulge as you leaned in to kiss him. You taste your own cum in the kiss, his lips glistened in your juices.

He thrusts into your hand, deepening the kiss while you jerked him through his jeans. "Mmm, I want your cock." You say into the kiss.

Which makes him grins in response, "My cock wants you too, princess." He went down to unbuckle his belt lazily, just enough to loosen it where he could let his jeans sink down. Your hand plays with the band of his boxers, making Eddie groan. "Take it out baby." He trails his kisses from your jaw to neck—leaving wet marks all over.

You do as he says, feeling his cock bounce up. You jerk him off a bit before guiding it to your needy cunt. "I'll make you cum twice." He whispers against your swollen lips, sharing the same breaths.

"Please do." You vert your eyes down, your eyebrows quirk up; biting your lip when you feel Eddie's cock press into your vagina. "Fuuck.." Eddie mutters into your neck. "Just like that, squeeze my cock just like that." he begins thrusting into you, steadying his pace throughout his adjusted thrusting. The shelf unit you were pressed on against wobbled along the rhythm of your colliding hips—tipping some cleaning supplies over.

Eddie moaned softly into your ear, hearing every little grunt, hitch and noise that came from his lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, planting wet kisses anywhere you could. Your legs were wrapped around his waist while Eddie gave you extra support by holding your ass up with his left hand; his right reaching down for your clit.

With smooth motions he rubbed circles on your damp clitoris, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Your grip on him tightens and your breathing becomes rapid, "F-faster, rub faster."

To that he quickens his pace on your clit, overwhelming you as you are so so close to coming it becomes unbearable. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, please don't stop I-I'm gonna come—I'm-" Your mind goes blank; gasping for air as you ride your orgasm out, muffling your moans into Eddie's shoulder.

He keeps going though, he's close, feeling his cock pulse inside you.

"Oh- fuuck, you feel so good princess-" His breath hitches, but your moans overlap his from the overstimulation, tears forming in your eyes as you whine on his dick. "Ohmygod—Eddie I can't take it-" Your nails scratch against his back, causing him to grunt. "Shh princess, it's okay, it's okay I'm so close, don't cry." He hushes you gently, his voice shaky and slightly whiny. You could tell he was close by how touchy and intimate he was getting, kissing up your neck all the way to your lips. Moaning into the kiss, he speeds up, creating a reaction out of you. His right hand going to caress your cheek. His eyes gazing into yours, his hair stuck to his skin as sweat formed on his forehead. "You're so beautiful sweetheart." He closed his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, one last thrust before he pulled out, pushing you to your knees.

Your mouth gapes open, taking his cock in as he pumps it a few times before cumming in your mouth. "Juuust like that, swallow it sweetheart." His hand caresses your face; watching you swallow his cum.

"You're so hot when you swallow my babies."

You smile in response, taking his hand to stand up from your knees. You tidy yourselves up, adjusting Eddie's belt for him which he appreciated by the cocky grin which splayed on his face.

Right on-queue the bell rung, taking this opportunity you both hurry to leave the closet. Making your way back to your locker, where Gareth stood leaning against his locker beside yours. Eyeing the both of you, "Didn't see you lovebirds in biology, what were you freaks doing?" He interrogates, his expression filled with over-dramatised suspicion.

"Calm your shit down Gareth, nothing happened." As Eddie says that, he glances over at you, giving you a wink before forwarding his attention back to Gareth, leaving you to prepare for next period.

You bite your lip, reminiscing of the events that happened just minutes before.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #semi public sex #praise #no use of y/n

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airbendertendou · 2 years

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s/o w a non-sexual oral fixation ♥︎ [including mikey, draken, yuzuha & senju]

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

MIKEY ♥︎ tbh i can see him being the same ♥︎ he always needs something sweet in his mouth if he isnt talking ♥︎ has gotten into the habit of bringing your favorite candy with him everywhere! ♥︎ if you’re like me n chew on things you shouldnt [cuticles n lip skin] he notices n yanks your hand away from your mouth to put a piece of candy in there ♥︎ has mitsuya n draken carry your fave candies too! ♥︎ no one in toman allows anyone to say anything mean to you abt your habits <3 [baji has put someone in the hospital before when they called you a baby for sucking on a lollipop ♥︎]

DRAKEN ♥︎ has literally dealt w this before bc of mikey lmao ♥︎ always holding your hand so you cant mindlessly chew on it! ♥︎ someone once made a lil sexual ““joke”“ abt your habit n they were on the ground before you could even blink ♥︎ you literally were jus saring down at them w this giant seething half-bald guy behind you menacingly ♥︎ knows to keep your mouth busy when you’re bored or not talking ♥︎ has helped you out so much ): ♥︎ i also grind my teeth all the time so i can see him like squeezing your cheeks until you stop or else your jaw will b sore

YAZUHA ♥︎ challenges you to eat spicy food w her stinky older brother ♥︎ you win bc taiju sucks <3 n you get a kiss on the cheek from her so win, win! ♥︎ has bought you so many different brands / flavors of lip balm to stop your teeth from ruining your lips ♥︎ tries new lollipop flavors before giving them to you bc her fave must b the one you like more ♥︎ also paints your nails if you bite them! nail polish does not taste nice, youve discovered ♥︎ made hakkai start carrying around some lil treats for you when you come around n she isnt home <3

SENJU ♥︎ makes you drink ice cold water before shoving mint gum in your mouth ):< ♥︎ says its to stop you from self destructive chewing but tbh jus wanted to laugh at you! ♥︎ also chews on candy when her mind is elsewhere ♥︎ gave you personal permission to steal wakasa’s lollipops <3 [he buys you both your own bag off-handedly but you can see him watching you fondly ):] ♥︎ takeomi now has to watch after the two of you n hes got such a headache lmao ♥︎ has choked on a piece of gum mid-fight before so she makes sure you always spit it out n take precautions

i know this wasnt properly written out but i hope its okay! i also took an oral stimming route on this lmao thank you for your request ♥︎

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#sano mikey x reader #sano manjiro imagines #sano manjiro x reader #draken x reader #draken ryuguji imagines #yazuha x reader #yazuha imagines #senju kawaragi x reader #senju kawaragi imagine #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios

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poetryinsilence · 1 year

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Friday Night Fever

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female!Reader

Warning🚨: 18+ Content!! Minor blood kink/teasing, dirty talk, pet names-ish, hair pulling, etc.

A/n: Sweet anon came in with the idea of karaoke night with Jake and I absolutely adore this. I do apologise this took forever! Reader has a Coyote Ugly moment cuz, let's be honest, it’s the best part of the film! Anyway! Fuck me rough and be soft to me *cough*

Tags: @callmemana @dempy @shanimallina87 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp (sorry i constantly forget to tag😅)

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice bellows out the break room, lips tugged with that troublemaker expression. “Our dearest Penny has informed me that ye o’ Hard Deck is having a karaoke night!”

The crowd stares at Hangman in confusion, stating nothing special but the usual Friday night events. You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance. What shenanigans had he thought of this time?

“Which means, all of you are in attendance! However,” his tongue clicks. “I wanna propose something a little more…challenging.”

The pilots attentively straighten up from their seats. Hangman’s propositions are attractive, to say the least, but a chance for anyone to beat him at anything and watch him get bested has always been a treat.

You audibly smirk and give him a side glance. “Well, what are you suggesting, Bagman?”

Those fern-green eyes gaze right into yours. “I’m suggesting a sing-off. Anyone, and I do mean anyone, that can outdo me in karaoke will be rewarded handsomely.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll do anything you want.” He said, temptingly.

“Oh, this will be like stealing candy from a baby.” Rooster taunts.

"Actually, Rooster, I think I'll take this one. It seems like Hangman here can't get enough of his last ass beating." You jest.

Hangman’s raised an eyebrow at your remark, speaking with a low hum. "I don't think we should have our bedroom talk out in public, Sugar."

You retort with a curtsey smile. "The only living person willing to stay in your bedroom is you and your right hand." His mouth mockingly hangs open. "And when I win—"

"If."

"I will win. You will pay for my bar tabs for a whole year straight."

"Just a year? You're being too nice to me."

"I didn't say I won't treat the rest of the crew too. Just make sure you're financially stocked up." The crowd oohs and claps to the generous offer laid out on the table. You lean to one side and cross your arms, and a smug look cuts across your face.

He shrugs and lets out a breathy laughter. "Fine. And when I win, well...you'll soon find out."

He took a step closer with only a breathing distance; squaring you off face to face, gaze cutting the tension stifling in the air. His figure stands half a foot taller than you, broad and suppressing, any regular person would quiver standing next to him.

But, to you, he's nothing but a Hollywood wannabe that’s filled with too much ego and pride. A glitz façade with no real honour. He is the type of person you despise the most, but out of all that bullshit, you do acknowledge the skills he holds when flying.

Maybe just a slither of honour.

“Well, the rules are simple: you get one song, one round. The person that gets the rowdiest crowd wins.”

“Just that? This will be a cakewalk.” You sneer.

“I’ll have you know Bradshaw’s not the only one with pitch-perfect, tenor vocals.” Hangman slides his toothpick in between his lips and chomps down, holding a fiendish grin that prickles you with rage. “Good luck, Sugar. You’ll need it.”

“Yo, did he just compliment me?” Rooster blurts out.

Friday nights. When the clock strikes, the whole town comes to life. The hustle and bustle of every living person looking for a grand time to spend their weekend until Monday rolls around again. It’s no different at The Hard Deck with aviators, civilians and bartenders shuffling back and forth, drinks piling high and dusting off Penny’s karaoke machine sitting at the far back corner of the bustling bar, collecting dust and sand.

The machine kicked into sound once more as you watched with boredom from afar; Hangman devouring the mic with slobber and serenading a crowd of machismo pilots. Of course, he would choose 'Rebel Yell' to entice any cheap tricks. The raging and sweat-filled testosterones of a bunch of high schoolers. You took a shot at the rest of the patrons, divested in muttering conversations. Lady Luck has her ways, and she will always be in your favour.

With the last note sung- sorry, screamed, the song finally ended with an array of applause out of "commiseration" as he was congratulated and high-fived off the stage, snatching a beer off one of the starstruck patrons while strutting his back to you.

"Hope you enjoyed that 5-minute glory of yours. It's probably the one you'll ever see." you deadpanned.

Jake beamed, swirling around the beer in its container. "Well, I can't wait to see what you could do with that mouth of yours. Show me what you are made of."

Your lips curl into a sneer; tearing the beer from his grasp and down the hatch, licking your lips clean. The fizzle and icy sensation fuelled that rhythmic thump, boiling at the base of your stomach, just waiting and waiting for the moment that could no longer be contained. Oh, you’re going to make him eat his words. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

The stride in your walk shows no mercy, it crackles with every step knocked onto the hardwood floor. You are going to war.

Your knuckle punched the spring of the karaoke machine, picking up the microphone off the counter and swinging it dandily like a lasso. If Hangman wants competition, he’ll get competition.

The elasticity of your hair tie pings off with a flick of a finger, and the silky strands sway in all their glory, catching a few in awe. One adrenaline-rushing leap and you caught yourself on the bar table, clientele shuffling away their beers to make room for you. Steel toe boots tap on the surge of beat, the guitar intro strum to the rhythm of your heart and the heat of the room rising through the air.

You smile, channelling the drive for speed you'd normally feel in the force of your jet, now feeling that same exhilaration for the music surrounding the room. Let it rip!

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

Heads turn at the strong roar of your voice, stopping whatever mid-conversation that's less interesting than the electrifying performance of karaoke Blondie. Few shy singalongs gradually, with the coaxing of the dagger squad, an uproar of the entire bar shaking the crust of the Earth.

The infectious music and alcohol intoxication had you flying higher than cloud nine, a soar of venturesome washes over you and the initiation to an intimate invitation with an extended hand. You find yourself pressed up against another body, the simmering heat radiating off of them and hips swaying in synchronicity. Rolling with suggestive intentions.

Just as you are reaching your high, the sound of the karaoke machine powers down into dead silence. The crowd boos with disapproval as their fun was cut short by a sudden surprise.

“Sorry! Clumsy feet...”

You glare and find the cocky blonde jackass chuckling with pride in his shit-eating grin. Teeth grind with a squeak as you drop the microphone, sending obnoxious feedback through the speaker. The floorboard thumps with your heavy landing and shifts back to let you make your way for a fury entrance, fists digging into skin and bone.

“Wow, hell of a performance. Shame you didn’t get to finish it, though. Guess, uh… I won!” He smirks, leaning contently against the jukebox kicking back into gear with its familiar tunes.

“Should’ve known with your cheap tricks…you just can’t bear to lose, can you, Golden Boy?”

A hand shove past his chest to tear him away from you. Any minute longer with Hangman would have your fist of rage first meeting with his very vulnerable, perfectly carved nose. And you won’t hear the end of this from your superiors.

“Bar fights, what are you? A bunch of college kids?”

Next thing you’d know, you’ll be scrubbing the lockers clean for weeks. With Bagman…

A rough push slams the bathroom door swinging with brute force. The rage threatens to escape from the walls of your bloodstream and unleash a relentless rampage. Though, you don’t want poor Penny to get caught in the crossfire and a trashed-up bathroom.

With a twist, the water runs free from the tap, overshooting its trajectory. Your hands dip under and cup the aquatic liquid, overflowing down the underside of your hand. The brisk sensation hits your face with an upward motion, extinguishing any remaining flame blazing from just mere minutes ago.

You glance in the mirror and the reflection stares back at you, tired and annoyed. You sigh, thoughts swim in a muddle inside your mind. Why do you always let him get under your skin? You know better, and yet, you couldn’t help it. Jumping at any opportunities you can get, just to see his reaction.

Turning the tap off, you lead yourself out the door. Maybe you should go home, the alcohol isn’t waning off anytime soon and sleep sounds half decent at this moment, the soft comfort of your plush pillows distantly calls for you. One foot out the door and your body smack dead with another.

“Oof, sorry…”

You look up to give a sincere apology but are met with a face you least wanted to see.

“Jesus Christ, Hangman. Take a fucking hint.”

“Funny, that should be my line.”

You bite down your tongue and manoeuvre around to get out of his way. There’s no point in having this conversation, it’ll only lead to more arguments. But his arm extends, blocking your only means of exit. He leans close enough that you catch the scent of beer from his breath.

“Tell me, are you just pretending, or do you really not have a clue at all?” His voice hushes and slips into your ear with a tremble.

“What are you talking about?”

His hand subdues the base of your neck, one forcible shove and your back is met with the bathroom wall in a strike of pain.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You, dancing on that bar with that fucking scuzz drooling all over you. Looking so fucking sexy swaying your hips. I should’ve stopped you sooner but,” he exhaled. “I would’ve fucked you on that bar top, right there and then.”

His hand runs up your neck and thumb gently trails the outline of your lip. Your breath catches at the back of your throat in a sharp sting—simmering heat pools on the very edges and tingles at your core, both enticing and frightening.

“I’m gonna ask you this one more time,” a low growl emits from his chest, “What, are you fucking play at?”

The sharp edge of his nail gently teases and nips at your delicate skin, heart racing and hammering against your ribcage, choking out from a whimper and progressively growing to an incredulous chuckle. Now laughter resounds in travesty.

"Jake,” you purred, “why would I want to play dumb with you? That would be a terrible insult to you, no?”

You peer coyly under dark hooded eyes, pillow lips bare a small gap, enough for your canine to nip the pad of his thumb to draw a few drops of blood. A graceful smile decorated your features as you took his thumb deeper, gently sucking the sweet crimson mixing with your own— tongue running down his digit.

Jake withdraws with a hiss, coating a red gloss on your lips that gossamer with his touch for a brief tick. His gaze dwells on the mess he made, a fine trickle down your chin and your deep-set eyes bore into his, awaiting his response. Or, how he will respond.

His absolves to a breathy chuckle, something flickered behind those emerald eyes, a dense forest with its secrecy behind the greens, now mirroring yours with a hazy suggestion. If, on the outside looking at the both of you— a corrupted relationship. Then, terror would consume you at any moment. Then let this moment be now— in prepotent lust turmoiled behind closed doors.

“On second thought,” a tension gradually sinks around your neck, “I’d like my prize now, Sugar.”

Without hesitation, Jake's hungry mouth claimed stake of you, tongue lapping in circles. A hand still asserting its weight on your airway, pulling you closer to his kiss. Another searched its way from the shape of your breast and down with a mean grip on your ass.

A moan spills free in between breaths, fingers clawing at the gloss tiles as your back arches in response, rolling your hip against his growing bulge. He snarls, snapping away from the kiss and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tipping you to face him.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name," Jake growls, a deep guttural sound that sends a shockwave between your legs.

The thought of that amuses you. Whether you and he ended up tangled with one another was accidental, or was all that banter with Jake led you to fucking him all planned from the beginning. You let out a weak chuckle.

"Let's see what you could do with that mouth of yours."

Jake tears off your clothes without missing a beat, peeling your uniform off from limb to limb and discarding it mindlessly aside. Giving your body an overlook, stripped down to nothing but your bra and panties, he made a guttural sound and brought himself onto his knees. A picturesque sight for both of you.

What he wants is just a thin piece of fabric away. Then, he will have you under him. Weak, trembling, begging for him not to stop. And you would cum with him buried deep inside you that your mouth holds nothing but his name.

Your remaining panty finally strips away from you, revealing a pool of mess dripping down your inner thigh. His prize. Lay bare in front of him as he rightfully earned. His finger traces along your fold, slick trickling its way down his digit— rewarding him with a flustered whimper.

Jake smirks at this melody tune, a goad to his ego. His darken gaze flickered up to you as he spoke:

“Get ready, Sugar.”

A sharp gasp throws your head back in ecstasy; your mind dissolves in white heat and pleasure. Jake nuzzles his mouth to your cunt, tongue brushing all over and motions relentlessly on your sensitive spot. You could feel your knees about to give out. The room spins with the shortness of breath. The feeling cautiously creeps closer to the edge, your hands entangled in his soft locks and tugging lightly. Close, you’re so close. But he pulls back.

The disappointing groan mutters from your lips; shooting a deadly glare his way. Just when it was getting good, he hangs you out to dry.

Jake hums in satisfaction, amused by your annoyance. His tongue swipes himself clean, savouring every last drop of you.

Hands tread up the curve of your ass and along the small of your back, drawing attention to the goosebumps trailing behind. His mouth finds yours with force, giving you a taste of your own— a sweet sugary scent. Unbeknownst to you, his hand unclasped your bra in one smooth motion, now added to your clothes pile.

Being fully naked isn’t an alien feeling to you. Yet, under Jake’s gaze, you couldn’t help but feel a shift of embarrassment looming. But he’s unaware of your nerves. Jake is trained into your figure and the now exposed peaks of your breasts like a hound dog.

One hand cups your left breast, supple skin soft to the touch, almost spilling out of his grasp. His calloused fingers roll your delicate nipple in a gentle tug. Granting him an arousal moan into the shivers in his ear.

The last straw snaps in his brain. Though he thought he could ease you in slowly, it seems Jake needs to bury him deep inside you immediately.

His grasp finds purchase at the back of your head again; assertive, but not enough to hurt you. Your feet fail to keep up with his pace, as he cages you between the sink.

Face smother up against the mirror reflecting back your barren figure— skin glistening sweat and bent over in exhibition. You tried to avert your gaze, but a hand yanks you back in place. Body poised with docile vice; all chipped away from their devoted virtues, by the hand reigned at the base of your hair.

Your skin flashes pink in this unsightly position; fingers gripping the edge of the ceramic sink as your lifeline, stasis in your place, you look up at him.

Jake doesn’t hide the malignant smile plastered on his face. He wears it well. With you under his submission, leans in close so that his breath gently brushes against the shell of your ear.

“Now the real fun begins.” He whispers, darkly.

From behind, you hear him hastily unzip his pants and meet with a simmering heat gliding along your slick folds, throbbing with each movement. Even just a simple touch, your knees buckle against your will to put up a fight with your own sanity.

There isn’t enough time to catch your own breath, his length thrusts into your smouldering walls with one push of his hips, and your eyes widen in horror with a piercing yelp. Tears prick at the corners, you squeeze down harder around him.

He tuts, a free hand locking your jaw tight in his grasp and nuzzling his face in your hair, your scent of sweet floral and sweat playing on his arousal.

A faint, low chuckle rolls from his heavy chest. “Ah, ah, ah- not so loud, baby. Someone might come in and spoil our fun!”

Your stomach sinks like someone just dropped a thousand pounds on you, and you shoot Hangman a deadly glare, analysing his expression for a hint or sign he’s messing with you. But he remains with a fixed smile.

“Did you like the idea of someone coming in? The way you’re devouring me…I might lose my edge very soon.” He hums, “But, we don’t want that yet, do we?”

Another quick thrust had your toes clawing the floor, his girth stretching your cunt deliciously, with your sensitive walls feeling every ridge and vein of his cock. The sear contact of his hand strikes at your ass, delicate skin stings with a cherry red print for a split second then fades. You bite down a moan through gritted teeth.

“Is that a moan for me? Aw, how nice.”

“F-fuck you, Hangman…”

The second red-hot smack echos the room, the gravelly moan escapes as your flesh consumes him deeper.

“That’s not what you were calling me early. Now, let’s try that again.”

“N-no…”

He slides out painstakingly slowly and teases you with just the tip, you shudder at this emptiness that itches for contact, for something- for anything!

“Should we try this one more time?”

“…Jake”

“Jake what?”

“Jake…please…”

His smile beams at your answer. “Much better, Sugar.”

With a swift push, his length reaches the deepest parts of your cunt, the base slapping against your ass with each repetitive motion, each giving you a whimper for him to go faster.

Your lips pressed to muffle the sobs and cries emanating from the pleasure, you could risk it all and scream out his name this instance. It drives you insane, like swallowing lava as it slowly drips down your oesophagus, bubbling through your muscles.

Jake trails a rugged breath along your skin, your breasts bouncing with every pulse, hip pulling back, and pushing with one stroke. Pulling back again, and stretching you to the hilt. The build-up heat is making you dizzy, leaning on the final stretch and tugging on the last straw.

“Shit…you feel so good.”

“Jake…Jake…”

“Just come for me, Sugar. Just do it for me…”

His hand snakes around the front, finger encircling your clit, driving you faster to the finish line. Chest rising out of sync, your hips rock on their own to chase that thrill, and with a few more pumps, your back arches and jerks violently.

Your eyes flutter shut as your vision ignites white hot, your legs finally give out with a weak twitch and your toes coil with excruciating bliss. Your screams and groans through your release, but sounds were quick to drown out by the thumping of music from next door. His quick reflex catches you, roping an arm around your waist, digging his fingers into your hip.

“Take it- take it all in you!”

The shallow breath lets you know he’s close behind too, and the buckle of each thrust over stimulates your senses, wriggling out from his grasp, but his fingers sink deeper and a hold of your neck tightens. Faster and harder with his force, Jake soon follows with his climax, jettisoning his own hot mess with your liquid, overflowing down your leg in a spasm of delight. His head dips into your neck, muffling his gruff moan with light cusses, the swirl of his tongue fixes a hot patch with the salt on your skin.

Jake takes a hot minute to stabilize his rhythm, tucking a hand under your jaw, and steals another kiss. Your head leans on his broad shoulder as his lips flush against your own; you can still taste the lingering sweetness of yourself, an intoxicating experience.

He pulls back with an amused smile, he looks at you once. Your hooded eyes in a dark chroma, still seeing stars from the afterglow, all fucked out of your mind.

“Sugar, don’t give me that look. Or, I’ll have to do you all over again.” He coos.

Like a flick to your wrist, his words snap you wide awake from the midst of your euphoric dream. Every bit of your movement is a struggle. You tried to pull out from his cock, but you let out a pathetic whimper as your sensitive cunt clenched. Jake grunts, swallowing a breath before he loses his mind and bends you down again.

He hooks an arm around your waist and steadies your feet. “Here, take it easy…”

With that soft, mellow voice, it doesn’t help you calm your beating heart, nor that tingling feeling stirring in your lower abdomen, again. You’d rather he be teasing you with that cocky attitude than him sounding so caring and nice to you. Everything is just…all too much.

Your quiet moans escape through a bitten lip. Excruciatingly, you remove yourself inch by inch, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t have to face Jake. Just get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Hey, don’t force—“

“I’m fine.” You grumble.

Legs stumble into a walk of shame to retrieve your clothes scattered across the bathroom floor. You just wanna get out of here as fast as you can. Before he could hear how loud your heart is thumping- before he sees the feelings showing on your face. For him.

“Just listen for a moment!’

“No, you had your prize. Now let me go.” You sniffle, giving a final zip up your suit, avoiding his gaze.

Jake grabs a hold of your wrist, the strength of his grip surprises you. In a blink of an eye, his lips crash back against yours again. His rough desperation met your teeth with a slight bruise, engulfing your breath with his own. Your mind is screaming at you to pull away, pull away now before you sink any further into your timid feelings for him. A hand pressed upon his chest weakly gives him a shove, only to meet with his grasp threading through your fingers.

You broke off his kiss with a sharp gasp; the vibration of his heartbeat- thumping in time with your own. No, it can’t. You shook your head. This isn’t true.

Jake gently cups your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. The delicate green in his eyes softens as they meet your own, now red, tear-brimmed and lip quivering. The rough pad of his thumb slowly sweeps away the wet trail and comforts you in the most loving way.

He grimaced. “This is so shitty of me… I’m sorry. I just…” Jake sucks in a breath.

“All these dares and challenges were just a distraction…a lie to myself— that I wanted to come out on top. But the lines blurred faster than I could blink. And you. You, too, quickly fell the same way as I did. Though you were so beautifully unaware of it.”

His tongue darts to moisten his chapped lips, throat bobbed as he carefully studies your still face. The small whimpers parted from your swollen lips strikes his chest with a tight grip; he never wanted to make you cry, especially if he’s the one that started all this mess, he felt the guilt weighing on his shoulders.

Jake withdraws his hands from your face, but you resist, glueing yourself even more into the touch of his palm. It feels safe and comforting, compared to the madness just earlier, this is the calmness after a storm.

“What made you change your mind?” You whispered.

His head drops in line with his brooding shoulders. What made him change his mind? Moreover, what didn’t make him change his mind? He caught on very quickly that you were as competitive as he was- always quick on your feet and had some witted rebuttal on hand to throw back at him. Jake knew if he made bets with you, you would double down in an instant. Then, he planned, at first, innocently with fair games. But all of those soon lead to-

“You.” He responded, more like a plea. His squeeze on your wrist grew with desperation, the affirmation flicked in his eyes and he wanted to prove all his words are real- that his feelings for you were real. No more hiding behind silly games. This time, you needed to know. “You had me wrapped around your fingers from the very first bet. You didn’t know, yet you went along with it.”

A pained expression danced across his face, his brows dipped lower eclipsing his field of vision. “Just like tonight… it shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry, Sugar. It shouldn’t have gone like this—”

Your mouth cuts him off, sealing his mouth entirely with the flush of hot breaths caressing his lower lip; a flourish of butterflies ripple beneath your skin. Jake breaks off the skin, chest heaving with shallow breaths. “I don’t need you to apologise to me. I just need to know that you love me the same way as I do.”

His eyes widened. “You love me?”

You nodded with a hum. Fingers tangled in his hair, drawing out slow and tender scratches in circles. Seeing the awe on his face, you let out a breathy chuckle. “Let’s do this again some other time.”

The sly grin returns, sneakily snaking his hands around your waistline, cupping your perfectly shaped ass. Jake chuckles, “You can bet on it.”

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

Oooh, this is fun! Yes ♥ I'm an absolute whore for art ♥

Starting off with a beautiful take on my favorite shit boy from the 104th, my babylove, Warthog by @omaano. I know there's no need for an explanation but I'm just so overly proud and touched because this was a tribute to a fallen comrade who happens to be Warthog's bestiecakes, Tracer.

Read more here ♥ And yes, Warthog is my favorite ♥ I will pick him again and again and again and again and again over Commander Wolffe ♥

Second would be Big Boy Wrecker ♥ As much as I am crazy for soft Wrecker with pink beach shorts with Omega, it's the Mischief Energy for me ♥ Love me some unhinged, chaotic, bulldozer baby girl of a man ♥ Also, everything @amorfista is a fave ♥

[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"

Another Wrecker by @lornaka because omg, he has truly captivated my heart ♥

Miss these kids sm

Darth Fett by @eyecandyeoz ♥ Candy outdid themselves here and I cannot emphasize that enough because (1) that fic is absolutely filthy, (2) it's a fic and art for one of my hidden/small otps, and (3) that art is as absolutely filthy as the fic.

Vader × Fett😈

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

Very Toned Crosshair

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

House of Fett | Family Picture

House of Fett, of course by @baufraus who I am obsessed with in terms of their art style and sticker vibe.

Thicc Fox & Thicc Wolffe ♥

@patchmates thicc twin love because jfc, Wolffe and Fox being hella fine is such a vibe. I've reblogged this so many damn times, I'm still giddy over it ♥

Bly in booty shorts

Need no explanation than the fact that someone better steal his blacks from time to time for the good of the galaxy. Delicious art by @thatfunkyopossum

Croissants being actual croissants ♥

Anything Fox and Corrie boys related by @amikoroyaiart because they so precious and so much foolishness happening ♥

That one Commander Fox Art that serves so much cunt I feel insecure as a cunt-bearing organism ♥.

This to me is s.ex on the eyes. It's the judgmental tilt of the head, that eyebrow raise, that look of disapproval that can also be seen as 'yeah, I'd hit that... but after work cause I got so much fucking work' — it's the bad boy ciggue for me, that puff of smoke in the background, that turtleneck blacks, that thiccness, that scar, that jfc-i would like to get railed by this man on his desk while he works vibe. ;//////;

Amazing art by @calamity-aims

Need something on your wall? Check them out ♥

Two from @idontgetanysleep that I would love to see on a wall:

Black and white Info Panel feature Wolffe, Rex, Cody, and Gregor ♥♥♥

Vibrant & Groovy Wallpapers featuring Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer, Gregor ♥♥♥

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And lastly, every single fucking panel in this post resonates to me in an astronomical level that I feel more closer to being Fox than being in love with Fox. This is essentially Fox and Me in photos as one. And I'm so pleased that @that-one-egomaniac gave me permission to use this bit because I am obsessed with this that I will post the photo itself — behold, my most favorite thing in the entire galaxy:

Thank you for this very interesting ask ♥

Note: I also don't know why some of the links didn't work as I was getting an error when posting so the rest came out as hyperlinks.

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pandoraslxna · 7 months

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Hi luna! Its 🍄 and i got some Neteyam headcanons that make so much sense in my head.

°My Mighty Warrior°

Neteyam te suil sfw/nsfw headcanons.

Hes a soft baby, vary soft with you in bed. I've seen people say he's mean but I think he's a soft dom.

So you know how deep his voice is? Plus his thick Na'Vi accent? You can't tell me his moans /groans aren't deep and pretty.

His voice cracks sometimes between moans and groans because of how deep his voice gets.

His voice Will also just randomly crack when hes talking.

Neteyam loves sweet stuff, like fruit or candy, he'll straight up steal candy from norm or max at the lab.

He begs his dad and mom to let you come with them when they move to the metkayina.

Ofc they say yes-

He likes to go find hot springs with you and snuggle and just make the bond with you in them all the time.

Similar to what i said for aonung with his hair, neteyam also loves when you play with it. He'll even let you unbraid his braids and wear his hair all loose until you want to braid it again.

he loves weaving you clothing for you, I think he's vary good at it.

This one top he made you was soooooooo soft.

When hes flustered his ears get bright red and his ears droop.

He's got a vary deep and rough purr, like vary deep.

His rut makes him pass out a lot, i have a feeling he doesn't handle sweating a lot or to much heat well.

He can't handle and type of pixr [fruit beer] he can't keep it down, which lo'ak picks on him about once he's older enough to drink it too.

I can see neteyam as the type to just straight up moan and whimper as loud as you when he's feeling really good.

he's the king at the ahegao face.

He'll lift his head from your shoulder, his thrusting had grown so, so sloppy, his yellow eyes rolled back and his mouth agap. Drool dripping down his chin as soft, deep moans fall from his lips. "Y-yes yawne.. S-such a pretty mate.."

He loves to hold you when you have sex, holding hands, holding your face, wrapping his tail with yours etc.

He had his dad and lo'ak help him make a bedframe out of wood and had neytiri and kiri make a fluffly mattress so you and him have a human looking hand made bed in your marui.

He hates when your not feeling good, even though na'vi down get sick much when you do he's always cuddling you, making hot soups and drinks for you.

Then he ends up with your cold and gets a bad feaver, so he's whining like a poor baby while he lays in bed.

He hates throwing up, its scares him and he hates the sound.

He loves to trace your Tahní at night, it's his favorite when he can't sleep.

He gets nightmares from when he got shot, (he lives in this) he'll wake up panting and gasping, placing a hand over his bullet scar before gently waking you up because your the only one to help him calm down.

He loves when you ride him, he hides his face agaisnt your shoulder or chest while you bounce on him. Moaning and whining under you.

He prefers a slow and gentle pace, but sometimes he'll get a bit rougher.

He likes afternoon naps with you, loves cuddling and hugs.

He loves giving you hugs from behind, and kisses.

He hisses slightly when you clench him to hard.

He's really good at cooking and singing.

He'll sing you to sleep all the time and cook for you.

Ok! Hope this was ok, Luna! Im doing better now, the cramps were really bad this morning but ive taken 4 naps and some pain meds and im drinking Orange juice too. Anyway! Have a great rest of your day/night!💙

Hii my precious, I’m so glad you’re feeling better!! 🩵

I love your headcanons so much, they feel so canon to me it’s incredibly ahh my pretty soft boy I love him so much 🥺🥺🥺

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urlocalbowserfangirl · 13 days

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Sydney Lee Miller | PMATGA | REDESIGNED

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Bio

Full name: Sydney Lee Miller

Other Names: Syd, Syðn3ÿ (Gamer tag), Sydney-San

Age: 14

Height: 3 foot 5 inches tall (Same height as Pac and Cyli)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Disability: Autistim, ADHD

Horoscope: Sagittarius

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Alive/Dead (As a ghost)

Species: Pac-Person/Pac-Walker (Formerly), Ghost

Occupation: Student, Future queen of the Netherworld (Formerly), Team member of Pac-Man, Cheerleader captain of Maze High, Idol of Pacopolis and PacTokyo

Alignment: Neutral

Skills/Weapons/Abilities: Plasma Sucking Cannon, Martial arts, Pac-Hammer, High Intelligence, Dancing Skills, Gadgets, Singing Skills, Technology expertise, Fourth Wall Awareness, Shape-shifting into a Pac-Wolf, Possession skills, (Only when she's a ghost)

Vehicles: Motorcycle, Hover Board

Goals: Protect Pac-World from Betrayus and his ghost army (Formerly), Rule Pac-World with Betrayus (Formerly)

Home: Pac-World, PacTokyo, Netherworld (Fomerly)

Hobbies: Dancing, Gaming, Singing, Drawing, ETC

Appearance: Sydney is a red Pac-Worlder with Black hair with red tips on her hair. She wears a Gir hat that her older sister gave her on her 6th birthday, red eyes, red and grey arm warmers, Kandi bracelets, spike bracelet, pyramid stud cuff, black nail polish, black and red fluffy leg warmers, and black heeled boots. Syd carries around her designed Gir purse. When she was a ghost, Sydney has a red ectoplasmic body with sky blue highlights, long hair with texture hair, large eyes with sky blue pupils, red irises, and black eyelashes.

Personality: Sydney is an intelligent, upbeat, serious, flirty, shy, sarcastic, girly, beautiful, kind, tomboyish, joyful, clever, cute, kind, friendly, funny, strong-willed, tough, pleasant, brave, independent, heroic, short-tempered (sometimes), spoiled (sometimes), responsible, athletic, average, highly eccentric, and attractive girl. When she's excited or grossed out, she switches to her Spanish to Japanese language. She has also been known to be a bit stubborn. Despite this, she is also courageous and able to fight. Although she calls Betrayus by his name when he is not around, she calls him "Betty" or Bets (like a nickname) when he's present. When she gets mad, she can be over-protective, jealous and possessive sometimes.

Voice actor: Jessica DiCicco, Fairouz Ai (Japanese dub), and Colleen O'Shaughnessey (Pac-Man And The Ghostly Adventures (2013) and Pac-Man and The Ghostly Adventures 2 (2014) video game)

Family: ???

Siblings: Mayumi Miller (older sister), Quinn Miller (younger sister), Kenzo Miller (baby brother)

Relatives: Daniella (future younger daughter), Blinky (future oldest son), Pinky (future older daughter), Inky (future older son), Clyde (future younger son)

Love interests: Lord Betrayus, Cylindria

Pets: Miko (Fire mouse), Fluffy (Biological pet)

Friends: Pac-Man, Spiral, Elliptica, Sherry, Sir C, Spheria Suprema, President Spheros, Fluffy, Fuzbits, Grinder, Blinky, Inky, Pinky, Clyde, Dr. Buttocks, Butt-ler, Fluffy, and Tip (Frenemy)

Enemies: Skeebo (Rival), Specter, Apex, Cap'n Banshee, Madame Ghoulasha, Count Pacula, Mummy Wizard, Jean, Danny Vainglory, Obtuse, Eeghost, Dr. Pacenstein, The Pacinator, and King Spooky

Likes: Ghosts, Bacon, Animals, Wolves, Scenecore songs, Hot Topic, Music, Helping others, Video Games, Death Metal, Kandi bracelets, Fashion, Ice Cream, Pocky, Cake pops, Painting, Pizza, Going on secret dates with Betrayus or Cyli, Donuts, Animes, The Netherworld, Chocolate, Mint, Brownies, Pac-It-In Burgers, Ogle's Infamous Slug-Dogs And Roach Burgers, Puppies, Nether monsters, Lolipops, Monster Energy, Boba Tea, Caprisun, Trixs, Mother Mother, Skelanimals, 2000s, Weebcore, Scenecore, Candy, Reese's Pieces, Internetcore, Horror Movies, Hot Topic, Her fans adoring her, seducing Pac-Worldes, Foxes, Stealing with Betrayus (Formerly), Spending time with Cyli, Hanging out with the Ghost Gang, skateboarding, surfing, roller blading, baseball, ice hockey, visiting her grandma, ice skating, basketball, soccer, swimming, her friends and family, justice, pranks, humiliating/teasing Skeebo with Betrayus' ghosts, ETC.

Dislikes: Betrayal, Liars, Making fun of, Thieves, (When Skeebo tried to steal her power berries.) , Getting kidnapped (As she had once kidnapped by Betrayus or Dr. Buttocks in a few episodes.), Being seen as a damsel in distress, Being grounded from her electronics, Her friends and family in danger, Cheaters, King Spooky hurting Betrayus, Skeebo annoying her, bullies, snobbishness, unfairness, being humiliated, ETC.

Quote: "Live from PacTokyo and Pacopolis, it's your girl! You know her, you love her! Sydney Lee Miller! -Sydney's first line in the TV series of season 3

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Trivia

● Like Pac, her parents mysteriously disappeared after The Great Pac-World War. She was too young to remember them.

● Her friend Spiral said that she’s stubborn like her mother.

● Sydney calls Cyli and Betrayus "Koibito," which means "Sweetheart" in Japanese.

● She met Betrayus during Halloween night, when she was 6 years old.

● Sydney was based on Marcline, Sticks The Badger, Princess Daisy, and Ms. Chalice.

● She is the fifty-ninth Pac-Man female to be the protagonist villain of the show, the first being Mr. Wolf in the DreamWorks film of The Bad Guys.

● Her English and Japanese voice actress, Jessica DiCicco and Fairouz Ai, is best known for voicing Selina on Winx Club and Manatsu Natsuumi (Cure Summer) on Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure.

● Sydney also lives in PacTokyo with Elliptica before moving out of PacTokyo with her mother, two sisters, and younger brother.

● Syd knows the location of the repository and Tree Of Life except all of the other ghosts in the Netherworld, including Betrayus, Dr. Buttocks, or Butt-ler.

● As for Syd, she has a big appetite like Pac when she's alive. But she's a ghost, she eats Slugs, Slug Dogs, Fried Slugs, Roach Burgers, Maggotroni & Cheese, Weevil Waffles, and Sludge Stew. Proving that she both like the Pac-World side and the Nether side.

● Sydney could sing better than Skeebo in Pacopolis, which could attract all of her fanboys and fangirls.

● Sydney was abused by Betrayus after she and him broke up during the Pac-World War. Her hair was red gradient before he made her a Pac-Walker AKA a Pac-Wolf. She really has to hide that identity from Pac or Cyli.

● She met Betrayus during Halloween night, when she was 6 years old.

● During the few episodes, Sydney has her own berry dispenser which resembles to Cylindria’s.

● Sydney can play the guitar, and quite decently so. She was taught by her older sister.

● She also can turn into an aqua ghost in "PacLantis".

● She can learn how to fix gadgets after Sir C taught her before the war when she was 11.

● As a Pac-Worlder like her, she can survive the Netherworld toxic air than other Pac-People.

● Sydney can spit and throw red slime and leave ectoplasm trails like any other ghost can. Even hide any Pac-Worlders under her like Pinky does to Cyli in "Stand by your Pac-Man".

● Sydney has the standard abilities common to all Ghosts, such as flight, intangibility and possession. As she is already dead, she is incapable of being defeated if her ghostly form is eaten, and she will simply form a new one in a regeneration chamber.

● Like all other ghosts, Sydney is able to phase through surfaces such as walls since Betrayus trained her.

● She was defeated along with Betrayus and his troopabefore being stripped from their physical bodies.

● President Spheros gave Sydney a chance at getting her body back in "No body knows".

● In "Rip Van Packle", Sydney has married Betrayus as a ghost and became queen. Even though, they had a child named Daniella.

● She knows Pac-Fu.

● While somewhat of an antagonist to Pac-Man, Sydney is not really "evil".

● During the Pac-War, she became Betrayus' guard dog.

● Sydney is portrayed by Verosika Mayday in Helluva Boss Beelzebub, which they can sing.

● She can deal with Skeebo by using her wolf powers and threatening him.

● She has a crush on Cyli. In a few episodes, she flirts with her a lot.

● Sydney's family was killed by Spooky when she was raised by her older sister, Mayumi along with her younger siblings Quinn and Kenzo. ● Sydney somewhat shares similarities with Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss which Sydney plays the role of an famous teenage idol.

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