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Jerry is the owner of a nick knacks/ hobby shop who develops a crush on the reader. Maybe the reader offers to help out with the store, and after hours shenanigans ensue 👀😏

ty for the suggestion! now eat up my fellow jerry freaks!!!!!!1!

⚠️ 18+ ONLY!!! CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

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there’s no date everything jerry x reader smut yet #starving

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fruit leather l jerry x reader

pairing: jerry x gender neutral reader

summary: you and jerry are in the Junk Drawer. you're struck by a sudden thought - what if you kissed?

content warnings: very very lightly suggestive (?)

word count: 1.2 k

a/n: hrhghhh just thinking of kissing jerry... this is entirely self indulgent, forgive me

Up close, Jerry smells like a mysterious combination of leather, rubber, and artificial fruit from a myriad of scratch’n’sniff stickers of times past; a combination you wouldn’t ordinarily expect to find so appealing, but one that you’ve quickly grown accustomed to nonetheless.

The two of you sit on the floor of the Junk Drawer, surrounded by crafting supplies; you’re folding a number of grocery recipes together into a makeshift flower, while Jerry eagerly fills you in on all the details of the denizens populating the space, always as if seeing a second layer of objects your Dateviators aren’t able to pick up on. You’re practically sandwiched together, knees touching - if you were any closer, you think you’d have to fuse somehow, a mix of flesh and… wood, plastic, paper, and all other sorts of items, you’re sure.

You’re reminded of parties from years past where you played Seven Minutes in Heaven - how the chatter from the others faded as the closet door closed behind you, muffled in between the rows of clothing that enclosed you and the other party goer, and the darkness enveloping you both, signifying every possibility imaginable. Although you had never gone very far with them, the interaction echoes in your mind, and you can’t help but draw a parallel to the scene you now find yourself in.

It’s maddeningly intimate in a way that feels dizzying. You feel the need to say something, at least, lest you miss out on this moment - there’s no better opportunity to do it than now.

Jerry must notice that you’re distracted, because he trails to a stop in the middle of discussing the complex relationship between Pierre and Claude, who sound like they are having another row over their shared fence. ‘Are you alright?’ He fidgets with one of the several pairs of earphones that erupts from in his pockets, winding the cables around his fingers. ‘I don’t mean to disturb you. We can move on, if you want. I know you’ve got quite a lot to do today, after all.’

‘I’ve got plenty of time, don’t worry.’ You pause - there’s not really any unsubtle way to approach this - before slowly continuing, trying to seem nonchalant. ‘I was just thinking - have you ever been kissed before?’

For a moment, you think Jerry’s not heard you properly - his mouth opens without speaking, gapemouthed like a goldfish out of its aquarium. When he does emit a noise, it’s incredulously, incredibly high pitched - the sound of a teakettle about to blow its lid.

‘Me? Why would you ever ask me about that?’

‘I was just curious, is all,’ you respond. Doesn’t Holly deliver you roses each Valdivalentine’s?’

‘Well, although I always appreciate the roses, and keep them in the collection…’ Jerry trails off, searching to find the right words. ‘They’re not romantic material, exactly. I very much doubt that many objects have that kind of affinity for me.’ He chuckles self-deprecatingly, tugging at his shirt collar. ‘And there’s not an awful lot of willing company to be found in here, either, haha. Except for Lorena, who’s sometimes… a little overzealous.’

His eyes shift to meet yours nervously. ‘Why the interest, though?’

No way out of this now. Your question erupts out of your throat before you can think of how to reword it. ‘Well, I was hoping to - if you’re up to it, I mean - kiss you?’

There’s a moment of silence that feels as thick as the dust in the air. Jerry still doesn’t respond - it looks as though his brain might be short-circuiting. You’re in too over your head, you think - what made you so sure you’d be able to talk about this smoothly?

Hesitatingly, you press on. ‘I’ve been thinking about it lately, and I’d really love to. Though we obviously don’t have to, of course,’ you hastily add. ‘I’m happy just being here with you in any case.’

That proposition was so horribly worded, you think, that your Charm Stat must have crawled back into the gutter. Your eyes turn to the paper flower in your hands, pretending to examine it for faults. ‘Sorry, that must be - just forget it,’ you mumble. ‘It’s just a thought I had.’

You’re still kicking yourself when your thoughts are broken by Jerry’s reply.

‘No, I think I’d - I think I would really, really like that. From you, I mean.' His voice cracks a little. ‘Please?’

His method of asking was just as awkward as yours - but who are you to deny such a request?

Slowly but surely, your fingers find the place where his jaw softens, and you tilt his head slightly upwards to fit his lips to yours, pressing them together as delicately as anything.

Jerry kisses like you’re one of his museum pieces, and he’s afraid to hurt you - it’s soft. His breath hitches, and he lingers, not daring to move further. But underneath there’s a sentiment of something more desperate, more eager, and you take that as a cue to deepen the kiss further, cupping his face and parting your lips.

He tastes like he smells, too - combined, it reminds you a bit of fruit leather, in a way. You’re aware of your heartbeat picking up speed - no doubt Jerry’s is jackhammering in his chest, as evidenced by how his fingers run over your arms, scrabbling for anything he can use to bring you closer to him. Once he manages to clutch a fistful of your shirt, he reciprocates in kind, catching your lower lip between his own.

You close your eyes, wanting to savour the moment. And - for that brief moment at least - it’s as if you do melt together, in a way, where nothing exists except for the two of you.

——

It’s not long, but by the time you break apart, still clutching each other, you’re more than slightly out of breath. Jerry’s lips are swollen, his face is beet red, and his eyes are blown wide - his hair is as mussed as ever, but you’re sure you managed to knock a few of the pencils askew here and there.

Guiltily, you think that may have overcompensated in the heat of the moment. But he doesn’t seem to have minded it at all - he breathes out a laugh, unsteady, seeming to sway from where you hold him.

‘Golly,’ he finally manages, stammering. ‘That was - uh, it was sure something, huh? I - I’m -'

You take his hand in his, patiently, and he quiets. Bringing your hands up to his hair, you brush the excess strands out of his face, working out some of its tangles. He hums in appreciation as you work. As a finishing touch, you locate the paper flower on the ground - a little misshapen now, but nonetheless beautiful - and place it in his hair, tucking its ends under one of the stray rubber bands.

‘There,’ you murmur. ‘I’ve finished our newest art piece.’

The smile Jerry gives you - a look full of love, longing, and most of all happiness - warms you for the rest of the day, long after night falls, and you find yourself very much looking forward to seeing him again next time.

a/n: it's really tame compared to basically any other fic out there, but i felt so, so flustered myself when conceptualizing it, hence the question mark? idk ^^;

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Prized Possession (Jerry x Reader)

🔞 18+ WORK AHEAD!!! ADULTS ONLY, PLEASE. 🔞

Jerry steals a pair of your underwear for archival purposes, of course... but he quickly gets carried away when he tries to study them.

Jerry x Reader || WC; 1.4k || CW; smut (more in tags)

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⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚Screwed Over ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

Fandom: Date Everything!

Character: Jerry

Description:

Usually when you enter Jerry's domain, he's right there to welcome you in with a bright grin on his face. But today, nothing. Not one sight of him. Not until you hear a call for help, at least.

And there he is, caught up in a string of flickering christmas lights with a nervous, wobbly smile.

Warnings: Smut, Gender Neutral Reader, Dominant Reader/Submissive Jerry, Accidental Bondage, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Edging, Denial, Begging, Anal Sex, Screwdriver Used as a Dildo, Masochism, Injury

Original Ao3 Link

Even among the assorted bizarre folks you’ve met since getting those glasses, Jerry was one of the weirder ones, if not just in virtue of his obsession. The man was a hoarder, plain and simple. You almost got buried under a pile of whatever-the-fuck the moment you stepped into his cluttered domain of curiosities, and he lived like that every day. He did not take kindly to being questioned about it, and certainly not prodded to get rid of anything. God forbid you say a dead fly won’t be useful later, or that the button he meticulously arranged on a pile of boxes was just something that fell off your jeans, and not some sort of ancient relic. And while you’ve been gently trying to guide him in the direction of healing, the process is slow. No matter, it was for his own damn good, so you’d do it.

Luckily, he had developed a fondness for you quite quickly. He attached himself completely to anyone who even mildly respected his trove of treasures, and you not calling anything ‘junk’ or ‘trash’ immediately shot you up to the top of his affections, earning you a space among the museum’s endless delights, for better or worse. You made sure to visit him regularly, gently trying to talk him out of displaying another paperclip or piece of lint. Today was another one of those days, as you made your way over to him. The shift in environment when you used your dateviators on the drawer was always jarring, but the over-cluttered museum you entered was becoming familiar. You stepped over piles of crumpled up paper and old wires, calling out to the curator.

Silence.

You called again.

“Over here! Ah-ow!” You heard a voice from much deeper inside. Panic shot through you. The strain in his voice made you immediately worry that he might’ve finally gotten buried under a mountain of stuff, fate’s hungry claws finally wrapping around him for his spaceless hubris. But, no. When you rushed over, there was no suffocating man on the ground, no broken bones or barely-clinging breaths.

But it was quite the scene.

There, right in front of your eyes, sat Jerry. Or, well, it would be more accurate to say he was suspended, held up in a tangled mess of flicking christmas light and twine. He gave you a wobbly smile, another piece of drywall hitting his head and tumbling down.

“Ah! I didn’t expect to see you today, my love— ow!— I would’ve set up all my new exhibits! Oh, you’ll love them, they’re so—“

“Jerry, why are you tangled up?”

“Oh!” He cleared his throat. “Well, you see…”

The collapsed ladder right next to him told you exactly what happened. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You know what, don’t tell me.” You stepped up to him, studying the situation for a moment before reaching out to touch one of the wires. He jolted a little, hissing in pain, and you drew your hand back. They were clearly very tightly bound around him, snaking around his torso, his legs, keeping one arm pinned to his torso and the other high above his head. “Well… I guess I’ll cut you loose.”

“Cut it?!” He gasped, looking at you like you had just told him you were going to gut a puppy. “Absolutely not! This is a priceless artifact we’re talking about here! A string of beautiful lights, oh, they could be handcrafted! As a gift to a lover, maybe? Why, the hypothetical emotional value is endless!”

“…I’m pretty sure I bought those from a thrift store for a 1.99…”

“And before they ended up in the thrift store?”

You paused, then sighed in exasperation. “I don’t know.”

“Exactly!” He shifted in his restraints, making him sway side to side just a little. “Imagine an old lady coming to your door, asking if you had bought the precious string of lights her childhood sweetheart had given her, and you have to tell her that you cut it up! Why, it’s—“

“Okay, okay!” You threw your hands up in surrender. “I’ll find another way. Just, uh… hang in there?”

He looked up at the wires holding him tightly, then shook his head solemnly. “I will…”

“Not like you have much choice, anyway.” You stood on the tips of your toes, trying to reach the topmost wires that bound his arm and wrist. “How long have you been trapped like this, anyway?”

“Oh, not long…”

You gave him a look.

“…four hours.”

“Four hours?!” You stopped all movement in disbelief. The position had brought you extremely close, your face inches from him. It gave you a good look at his nervous smile, and the shift of his eyes, the sweat beading on his forehead. You had half the mind to knock him upside the head. “Why didn’t you call for help?”

“I did! But…” He glanced at the piles of stuff all around you. Your blood ran cold.

“…all the stuff you have in here muffled your voice.”

He said nothing, just looked down, lips drawn tight together. You couldn’t help your voice from raising just a little, but you kept it calm.

“Jerry, this has to stop.”

He began to say your name, but you cut him off.

“Do you even understand what just happened here?! What if I hadn’t showed up when I did? Would you be suspended like this for another four hours? Another day?” You felt irritation bubbling up in your chest, threatening to fill your throat with the digusting taste of anger.

“I’m not throwing anything out!” He snapped at you. It was rare to see him like this, face red with embarrassment and anger, teeth grit together. “This— all of this is important to me! You know how precious all this is to me—“

“But it's hurting you!” You yank one of the wires, and he winces. “There comes a point, Jerry, and you’ve crossed it long ago.”

You’re sure if he didn’t already hold such positive regard for you, he would’ve screamed at you to get out, bit at you, anything. But instead, he just went silent, face scrunched up in a conflicted mix of emotion. After a long moment, you sighed, moving both your hands up to rest on his cheeks.

“Listen, I’m not going to force you to throw anything out, okay? The final call will always be yours.” You run your thumbs over his skin, and he seems to loosen a little, leaning into your touch. “But once you’re out of this mess, we’re going through all of this, you and I. We’re going to find a solution that doesn’t involve tossing anything, okay?”

He took a deep, shaky breath, finally meeting your gaze. “…okay.”

“Good.” You dropped your hands from him, taking a relieved sigh. “Now… try to relax while I figure this out.”

“Thank you…” He hung his head, clearly very exhausted. You could already imagine all the red gouges you’ll find in his skin from all these wires digging into him like this. But for now, your main priority was just getting him on his feet again. You tried one of the wires wrapping around his chest, gently tracing your hand down to it and pulling. He tensed, but stayed still as you created some slack in it. You moved slowly, eventually getting it to a point where he could wiggle around a little. He shifted around as you worked, tense and flushed under your touch. He bit down on his lip to stop a sound of pain from escaping him when you unraveled one from his calf. Then, you moved up to his thigh. The sound escaped him fully when you grabbed that wire.

That was not a sound of pain.

You looked up at him, to his red face, parted lips, wide eyes. That was not an expression of a hurt man. It was one of a…

“Ah, I’m sorry, I—“ He stuttered out, averting your gaze in embarrassment. Before he could speak further, you pulled the restraint, and another one of those whines tore through him. The realization of what was happening hit you like a freight train, and you found yourself slowly beginning to smile.

You had been so caught up on getting him out you didn’t realize how much of a compromising position he was truly in at the moment. Wired digging into his flesh, keeping him trapped and helpless before you, wrapped around his thighs so enticingly. You traced one of the wires wrapped around his abdomen, following its line to his hip. He sucked in a breath, head falling back slightly.

“My love… this is… oh, wow…” he trailed off when your hand brushed the front of his pants, a large, shaky grin on his face, his glasses askew on his face. The atmosphere in the room shifted drastically, definitely a few degrees warmer, and it wasn’t because of all the insulation his stuff created.

“Didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.” You chuckled, moving closer to wrap your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his chest and looking up at him. He was suspended quite a bit off the ground, making it hard to reach his face.

“Neither did I!” He looked down at you with stars in his eyes, with that flushed face and wobbly grin you had come to know well. You were pressed right up against him, so you could feel the bulge in his pants on your abdomen. He was never good with hiding the way he felt, nor did he necessarily try to. It made for some very nice reactions whenever you made any sort of advancement on him, when you brushed your hand against his or even just gave him a suggestive look. Or even in this moment, when you were fiddling with his belt, unclasping it slowly. He let out a stuttering gasp, involuntarily pushing his hips further into your touch. You slipped off his belt, tossing it to the side, letting it get swallowed up in the piles of random stuff he had laying around.

“I suppose this is a day of discoveries.” You chuckled, shifting his pants down just enough to expose his cock, already hard and aching, a bead of precum running down its length. He jolted a little as the air hit him, and you pressed a fingertip to the head, tracing that small slit slowly.

“Wh-whoah nelly!” He let his head fall back, unable to do much but relax into your touch. You moved down to replace your fingers with your tongue, stroking up and down the length of him as you lavished attention on his tip, swirling your tongue around it slowly.

His hips stuttered into you, using what limited mobility he had in a vain attempt to get even closer to the pleasure you were giving him. You took your mouth off of him to look around. He must have something around here you can use to enhance this experience for him. And, lo and behold, a screwdriver was perfectly perched on a nearby box.

You considered it for a moment, pausing your movements. He blinked down at you in bleary confusion, chest heaving up and down and up again.

“My love…?” His voice was a downright whine, the needy drawl of his words sending a pleasant shiver through you. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, very wrong. Very, very wrong.” Your fingers curl around the screwdriver, testing its weight in your hands with a little bounce. Of course, the metal part was much too thin and sharp to be anything useful, but the handle… thick, heavier where it bulged out at the end, lined with ridges made for better grip… “I’m not pleasing you enough.”

“What?! Darling! You are more than enough! You—“ His eyes landed on the screwdriver in your hands, and he stopped in his tracks. “Um… what are you planning?”

You stepped in between his legs again, spreading them a little further apart, his breath stuttered as the motion made the rope dig just a little more into his flesh. “What say you we… make use of this environment you so carefully cultivated for us?”

“What do you— oh!” His whole body jumped when you pressed the tip of the handle against the head of his cock. “Bedknobs and broomsticks!”

“What do you think?”

“Well— uhm… oh, jeez louise…” He laughed sheepishly. “I’m sure Robert wouldn’t mind…”

“Is that his name?” You looked at the screwdriver, tracing it down the length of his cock, gathering as much precum as you could. He swallowed, shifting around in his restraints.

“Mmhm. He’s uh— ah! A very helpful soul—“ He cut himself off by biting his lip. “Always fixing other people’s problems— haha…”

“Well then, I’m sure he’ll love a problem like this.” You tapped the screwdriver against his thigh, watching the way his muscles tighten beneath it. “Relax, now. Let us take care of you.”

He muttered something indecipherable under his breath, lifting his hips a little into the touch. However, you took the tool off of him. Before he could protest, you lifted it up to your lips, licking a long stripe up the length of the handle. His jaw dropped open, watching you in a complete trance. You couldn’t help but smile just a little as you took it into your mouth, slipping it past your lips and pressing it down onto your tongue. He let out a strangled sound, teeth gritted together as he ogled this lewd display. Once it was sufficiently coated in your saliva, you slowly pulled it out, making direct eye contact with him as you did so. You didn’t have to spread his legs this time, they were already wide open in anticipation of you, welcoming you in.

“You want this a lot, huh…?” You teased, pressing the handle over his entrance, rubbing it in slow circles with the tip. He squirmed, a long, drawn out hum of pleasure ripped from his throat.

“Mmhm! Mmhm!” He nodded repeatedly, a wobbly, lovesick grin on his face. Glasses askew on his nose, illuminated by the flickering, burnt-out glow of the Christmas lights that bound him at your mercy… oh, he was truly a sight to behold. You pressed it into him just a little, pushing past his rim just to pull it back out again. “I am so so happy— sooooo ready…”

You hummed in approval, sliding it back into him. He sucked in a breath at the sudden stretch, shifting around to get comfortable on it. You leaned forward to kiss down his chest, letting your teeth graze over the stubble on his sternum while you pushed it as far as it could go. You gave it a moment, allowing him time to adjust.

“You alright?”

“Discovering loads of new things about myself tonight.” He chuckled, grinding down on the handle just a little. “C’mon, give it to me!”

You didn’t hesitate a moment further. You gripped the metal tightly, beginning to thrust the tool in and out of him. You didn’t bother to start slow or ramp up, not when your lover was pleading like this, laid out before you like a fine feast… oh, and especially not when he was making sounds like this.

Jerry was the brutally honest sort. He never was one to hide what he was feeling, wearing his heart firmly pinned to the cuff of his stained sleeve. And now, when that heart was being thoroughly pounded against his chest while you angled the thick, uneven surface of the handle up, he spilled out everything he had to offer you. He moaned out your name, cries of ‘more’, ‘thank you’, ‘dear’ tumbling from his slightly swollen lips with wild abandon. The multicoloured lights shimmered off the sheen of sweat on his skin, framing him in a beautiful, picturesque glow. You moved your free hand to his cock again, feeling the way it throbbed under your touch. You slowed down your motions and focused in on his prostate, hitting it with each lazy roll of your wrist.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes—“ He cried, throwing his head back. “I’m about to—“

“Not yet.” You punctuated your words with a bite to his chest, squeezing the base of his cock tightly in lieu of a ring. He whined like a kicked dog, looking down at you with glistening eyes, tears gathering at the corners. One drop ran down his cheek, stopping only when caught by the sparse hair on his chin.

You stopped all motion, letting the pleasure that ramped up inside him dissipate slowly. He bucked into nothing, desperately searching for friction in the air. After a moment, he choked out a sob, going completely limp. His head fell to his chest, his body held up only by the string of pretty lights. You let your breath fan over his skin for a moment, tracing a line up his cock, making him flinch. Then, you started up again.

Tears flowed freely down his face now, staining his glasses and his contorted face. You reached up and grabbed his chin, making him open his eyes to meet yours. He let out a low sound through his gritted teeth, the ghost of a smile passing over his lips for a second. That's all the confirmation you needed. You let his head fall limp again, standing up on the tips of your toes to kiss his forehead before beginning to stroke his cock again.

“Love…” He whispered, glazed over eyes fixed on your hands. “Please?”

“No.” You reiterated. “Not yet.”

So started that agonizingly slow rhythm, the slick sounds of your hand working his cock, the sounds that filled the air whenever you hit that spot inside him… it all served to make you terribly hot under the collar. But your own pleasure could wait. You were sure he wouldn’t let you leave without dropping to his knees and shoving his mouth between your legs anyway. You couldn’t exactly say you hated that attentive part of him.

You only denied him a few more times before letting him cum, spilling all over his abdomen and your hand. It wasn’t with a scream of your name or a loud cry for mercy, but a quiet, pitiful whimper, the continued edging stunning him into total silence at the intensity of his orgasm.

You moved your hand from his cock to his thigh, tracing little comforting circles into his skin and resting your head against his heaving chest. After a moment, you slowly pulled the screwdriver out of him, letting it clatter to the ground. While he’d typically chastise you for being so careless with his prized possessions, you don’t think he could even process that anymore.

“Oh, wow— I mean— whoah…” He laughed, slowly coming to. “That was…”

“Amazing? I hope so.” You smiled, pulling yourself off of him. “Y’know, I should tie you up purposefully next time. It’ll be more comfortable than whatever this is.”

“Mm. Yeah. That’d be great.” He nodded while you began to work on the rest of the restraints, slowly loosening them. It took a while, but eventually, you undid the last loop, letting him fall into your open arms. He immediately buried his face in your neck, letting out a content hum. You stroked through his tangled mop of hair, working out some of the objects that got caught up in it while you lowered him to sit on a nearby box. You leaned back to observe his condition.

Shit.

His pale skin was cut through with deep lines of red, clear outlines of wires and lightbulbs snaking all over his body. You pressed a fingertip to one that wrapped over his collarbone, making him hiss out a breath in pain. “Jesus…”

“How bad is it?”

“…pretty bad. I’ll get an icepack for you.” You pat his thigh comfortingly, moving to stand up, only to be stopped by your wrist being snatched by his needy hands.

“Wait!” He yanked you so hard you almost stumbled into him. “You haven’t came yet.”

You froze. Ah, there it was. You sighed in exasperation, letting him pull you to lay next to him on the pile of boxes.

“Alright. Do your worst.”

He grinned so wide you’re sure his cheeks must hurt, and pounced on you again.

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Parker or jerry nsfw hcs PLEAAAZSDSSEEE

ooh boy this is an EVENT (I wasn't sure if you wanted them separately so I just kinda did both together)

under the cut, for obv reasons

Parker Bradley NSFW headcanons

to start, @rebelliouspebble is a genius because yes, absolutely this is canon now to me

PARKER BITES AND LIKES TO BE BIT

leans towards men but overall doesn't have much of a physical preference

FREAKKKYYY anything you can think of, he's willing to try

is! a bottom! not necessarily a sub, but high preference to be bottom

likes being pegged, just like how he loves men

almost infuriatingly keeps his cool and doesn't stop talking like get this guy a gag PLEASE

on that note, he actually LOVES being gagged

favourite thing is to do sex games, and setting up the rules is considered foreplay to him

moans really loudly if you gag him tbh

is up to use any toy

is a bit of a masochist tbh, as long as you have an established safeword

is pretty big on safewords in general tbh, it's a Rule and he also subconsciously knows that he can do a lot more and go a lot further than the average person and doesn't want you to be uncomfortable

that being said, the safeword itself is something either really off the wall or really lame

practically an energized bunny, guy does not stop until you tell him you're done

Jerry NSFW headcanons

Jerry whimpers and whinessss

if you get him worked up enough, will go at it like a wild animal but again whimpers and whines

likes his hair being pulled

prefers receiving oral but will give it if you ask

legs turn to jelly after he's done, he needs a few minutes after before he can do anything bc it knocks the wind out of him

FOG UP HIS GLASSES. DO IT. MAKE HIM LOOK DEBAUCHED AND DISHEVELED.

talks a lot but the closer he is, the more likely he is to stutter and lose track of his words

is surprisingly strong despite being lean and wiry. you don't learn this until he pins you against something while moaning in your ear asking if he can continue

no he doesn't realize how strong he is

long fingers. all I have to say

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Smut suggestion! Reader and Jerry are in an established relationship and they are gonna have sex for the first time. Then Jerry nuts in his pants after a few minutes of making out and dry humping. Reader comforts him and after taking a quick snack break they get right back to it and watch a movie and cuddle after :)

@itsyagrillkat hope it’s ok I combined both your requests!!! :>

Finder’s Keepers — Jerry x Reader

Ever a collector at heart, Jerry found it difficult to let you go. But after landing on his feet and discovering his true calling in the human world, he returns to you to continue what the two of you started. And this time, you’re determined to convince him to stay.

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Younger!Reader with a raging daddy kink who spots simon and simply has to have him.

Hes exactly your type. Military, bulky, probably emotionally unavailable judging by the mask he lifts occasionally to drink. Its not hard sliding up next to him when his friend ducks into the restroom. He looks even better up close.

Muscles layered under thick fat, a solid pudge around his stomach that you really want to knead, scars from battles you could probably never understand. Oh and his eyes. God his eyes. When he looks down at you, his eyes wrinkle with a heady mix od condescension and desire. "What're you doing here, kid?"

Kid. Fuck, you have to have him. You hook a foot over his ankle, no need to be subtle when he looks at you like that "just looking for some guidance, a fun night, maybe?"

You watch as his eyes trail over your body, you know you have him. His hand rests on the back of your neck when he calls an Uber, hands resting on the inside of your thigh the entire ride. Youre wet already just thinking about what those hands would feel like inside you. You knew you picked the right guy, hes already shoving you into the floaty headspace without even trying.

Maybe it says something about you that you actively seek out older military guys, but you prefer not to examine that. No, youre much too focused on the way he pulls you into his lap and licks into your mouth like hes trying to taste your heart. He takes his time, has you squirming against him, pulling away to whine "fuck- please can you hurry up? Please daddy?"

Its always a gamble but you know how to count your odds, and his mouth splits into a grin. Hes just the right side of mean, pressing you into the matress and hitting all the spots that make you boneless. He edges you, bites at your skin and tells you "you gotta ask your old man nicely, okay kid? Cmon, beg your dad to help you."

And you do, all damn night. Whining and begging for the man you dont even know the name of, calling him dad between moans. He refuses to stuff you like you want, but your face and chest are covered by the end of the night.

Oh, and in the morning, when you wake up to a cold bed? Hes in your kitchen, cooking eggs with a towel hung low, hair wet. An omelette is sat in front of you next to two ibuprofen and water. He taps at one of the many pictures you have around your flat. "Who's this, kid?"

Oh. Hes pointing at the only photo you have with your dad. Its old, from about middle school when he surprised you for your birthday. He was still wearing his fatigues, rushing straight from the airport to make it. Your tone is flat when you reply, a clear indicator to drop the subject. "Thats my dad."

The man snorts for some reason, probably drawing more than a few connections with your choice of bed partners and obvious daddy issues. "Military?"

"Mhmmm," you take a bite of the omelette, its passable "dont worry, you probably wont ever meet him. He runs some elite task force the last i heard from him."

"That so?" The guy leans against your counter while he eats his own food, "well, if you ever need someone to give you the guidance your dad obviously never did..."

He trails off, ends the conversation as he ducks back into your room to get dressed. All you get is a hand ruffling your hair as he leaves, mouth by your ear when he adds "be good for dad, okay kid?"

....yeah. youre definitely inviting him back.

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goofy little ones 🐤

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TRYING TO ANIMATE RAAAA everyday i very very slowly inch closer and closer to actually attempting animation someone spent the entire night sneaking into the archives 🤭

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🌸💜 Commission for @sunbunfleur of her oc and TFone D-16 💜🌸

I've missed drawing D sooo much!! I love him!

I love drawing his big emo goth feet

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how is our sweet d16 goin to eventually understand his little human? senator shockwave and megatronus have the advantage in that theyre fairly high up and can access info or jury rig it from the human tech they have available but... looks like d16s human will just have to use body language 😏

He’s definitely at a disadvantage, that human better be good at charades

Fight For You Pt 11

D 16 x Reader

• “What do you mean you stole it?” And why is he even surprised as he scowls at the little containers Orion is holding out. Venting, D 16 stretches out his legs and takes the containers to study them, then glances at you staring up at the glittering vista of Iacon stretching out around them as they sit on the roof. Breaking rules so casually now even though he feels awful about it. ‘If I call it borrowing will that make it better?’ Orion asks and you utter a startled chirp, pointing at the bright ribbon of road snaking like a living thing through the sky. ‘They needed food and some mechs keep organic pets.’ Venting, D 16 rumbles at his friend.

• Turning at a rattling, you stare as your mech shakes a container and you think of the old cat food commercials, pretty sure you should be really insulted. Stomach growling, you wander closer and point. “Is that food?” Please be food. Need water, too, your throat dry. And your mech opens the container and pinches something between his big servos, bending to offer it and you grab a basketball sized, gray thing that’s spongey to the touch. Is it food? Doesn’t really smell like food, almost musty smelling. Staring up at him, he mimes putting something in his mouth and chewing. Blowing out a breath, you tear at the thing and manage to pull off a chunk. Eyeing him and his buddy, you bite into it. And shudder.

• ‘I don’t think it likes it,’ Orion murmurs as you make a face, your chirping sounding disgruntled as you chew. Lifting the container, he vents and makes a face. “Yeah, I don’t blame them. Smell this,” he growls, shoving the container at Orion before picking up the second container while his friend clears his events in disgust. The other foodstuff is much softer, almost gelatinous like the fancy energon goodies he’s seen in shops and never been able to afford. Bending, he offers you one and you chuck the other food to his amusement.

• It can’t be worse, right? It probably can. Going up on tiptoes to tear at the stuff, it’s like jello that’s not quite set inside, running down your palms and fingers and when you lick some from the inside of your wrist, you freeze. And tear into the not-jello, eyes closing in relief. It’s not water, but it’s liquid enough on the inside to ease your throat and the taste is weird, but not as bad as the sponge pellet. Hear your mech growl at his buddy when you reach for more, belatedly hoping this stuff isn’t toxic to you.

• Amused as you chirp and flash your tiny, blunt teeth in a smile at him, he reaches to grab you another little cube and watches you eat. Feeling bad at how hungry you seem as you devour both little cubes and he really hopes these things have some nutritional value and aren’t just treats. ‘Maybe you should slow them down some,’ Orion says when he reaches for a third piece for you. ‘Until we know if that’s going to be compatible with their biology.’ And he stares at Orion, realizing what the other mech means with a suddenness that makes him ill as he takes the food away and you shoot him an offended look, hand out in demand, chirping. But he’s staring at Orion, his friend looking guilty. ‘None of the organic foods had pictures of anything like it,’ Orion says defensively.

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Turn your face towards the sun,

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't turn back, just carry on,

And the shadows will never find you - Towards the Sun : Rhianna

I cant stop with these two, only that Orion and D 16 were always meant for each other...! 😭

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that stupid little guy thar he hates

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hugs for the familyy :3 part 1

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I REDESIGNED MY HUMANFORMERS HEEHEEEE