#My big rowdy boy

[thornescratch]

The magnificent duality of Tom Wilson.

[thedogslegart]

Directly inspired by @khazadspoon 's posts/anons lol

[literalhobbit]

Pretty sure Ginny had to stand on a box for this (such is life for a short dwarf dating an elf) 😌 anyway, I drew the gals having a moment!!

Featuring Calivynn (me) and the lovely Ginny (@kegbasher), aka the gals

[orcelito]

What is it about I Was a Teenage Exocolonist that's getting to me so much, you may ask?

Well I just like playing the specialest little guy/girl/whatever (canonically) and running around being stupid as hell in nature (while being saved from surefire death by my mysterious alien boyfriend), flirting with anything that moves And/Or participating in the slowest burn sweetest childhood friends to lovers situationship (but also It's Complicated bc he's an emo boy with uhhhh a concerningly low amount of care for most people in the colony), and also fucking everything up beyond redemption! But it's ok! Bc now I have time memories and I can prevent bad things from happening again. Teehee!

[causenessus]

love notes. | suna r.

she's always looking for new art. he's sending her pictures of romantic street art he finds in cities on away games. they say if you fall in love with an artist, you'll be in their art forever. she's the inspiration behind the love notes he's leaving on walls and sending her pictures of as if he's just stumbled upon them. he's the one she's thinking about everytime she's behind a camera.

suna x f! reader

COMPLETED haikyuu smau

taglist: CLOSED

playlists: 1 ( made by me </3 ) | 2 ( @eggyrocks's SUPERIOR playlist )

warnings & notes: language, alcohol/drinking, lots of written parts probably, extreme extreme pining, boths sides are in denial about how the other party feels about them, college timeskip, msby is a college volleyball team bc i said so and the team is slightly altered, timestamps don't matter, hurt & comfort having to do with family issues, comfort comes from found family <3, suna is a loverboy, miscommunication, friends to lovers, everyone's probably ooc. you can blame the horrors of my past relationships and zodiac sign. i know very little about photography and graffiti but i'm trying my best

THE EXHIBITS: coffee enthusiasts | ride or die bros for life

table of contents: (💌 for any chapters with written content <3)

part one: i know a guy (💌) part two: backstabbing bitch part three: rinnie poo (💌) part four: the "i'm disappointed" card part five: fire extinguisher man part six: rowdy teenagers (💌) part seven: there's life in these walls (💌) part eight: if you're willing to listen (💌) part nine: for as long as you'll have me (💌) part ten: connected the dots part eleven: would you light a building on fire for her? part twelve: support small businesses day part thirteen: big spoon deity part fourteen: one step forward, two steps back (💌) part fifteen: middle school boys locker room core part sixteen: remember in the morning (💌) part seventeen: sorry omi / the incident (💌) part eighteen: making mac and cheese at two in the morning? (💌) part nineteen: unspoken confessions (💌) part twenty: epilogue (💌)

moodboards: love notes, suna, y/n, suna & y/n

extras: kenma photography refs, suna & y/n sending each other tiktoks hc

thank you for reading love notes <3

[frogchiro]

that last hybrid post did something to my brain cuz MMHM 😵‍💫😵‍💫

what really got me going was guard dog! simon putting guard dog!johnny in his place!! like YEEESSSSS

that definitely isn’t the first time he’s done that to the younger dog. johnny has a mouth on him, always talking back and sometimes indulging in kitty!reader’s antics. and while guard dog!gaz tries to get him to chill, johnny won’t listen which ends up getting himself punished by simon.

poor ol’ pup johnny is pinned down and he’s whines and yelps go ignored by the other’s as simon plunges his thick, heavy cock into his little (and already stretched) hole.

johnny was being a brat, so of course that rowdy pup needs to be put in his place! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

majority of the time, kitty!reader is listening just from around the corner, her little pussy getting all drippy and nipples achy from hearing the lewd noises, degrading rough words from simon, and johnny’s pleads and almost pornographic moans!!

(i kinda got carried away, lol!)

— 🛸

Even better if Kitty!Reader would lay sprawled out, all naked and sweet in front of the coupling hybrids, her tail curling seductively as she purrs loving encouragements to both Johnny and Simon, how the younger male is taking such a big hybrid male like Simon without problems <3

Since she's a brat too she will rile both of them up by spreading her legs and showing off her wet, dripping pussy and mewl about how wet she is, how ready she is for a nice fat cock but no one wants to give it to her :(( Johnny while pinned down would whine and between moans beg her to come over and let him mount her too while Simon snarls viciously because his knot is almost swollen inside Johnny and can't pull out now.

Kitty would definitely pull something like 'Well if you don't want to fuck me then I guess I'll go and search for Graves~! He's a wild coyote and probably sooo feral and ready to mate<3'

The boys would probably have a massive freak out with drool literally escaping their jaws with how much they're snapping and growling for you to sit your pretty ass back down :(

[suugarbabe]

ballooning around | t.n x reader

warnings: fluff

word count: ~1.9k

a.n.: this is for my wives' @finalgirllx & @thatdammchickennugget jinxed july <3 this is for week one; water balloon prompt

Truly it was a marvel that you were functioning, with as hot as it seemed to be at the villa. Somehow, Theo had convinced all of you to spend two weeks with him in Italy at his parents' very large, very private (and very expensive) villa. You say somehow, but everyone knows that with just the smidgen of widening of his big ocean eyes and you’re a fucking goner, doing anything and everything your boyfriend asks or suggests. 

Pansy and yourself had decided that if you were stuck in the heat then you might as well also get bronze; the two of you choosing to lay out by the pool, oiled and lotioned with giant sunglasses perched on your noses. You two had managed only a mere hour of peace and quiet in the sun before you were bombarded with the shouting and rowdiness of the boys. The slapping of bare feet on concrete became louder and more multiplied until you saw three bodies whip by the two of you to cannonball into the pool. 

Your body tensed, eyes closing as you braced for the feeling of sun warmed water to assault you. But it didn’t come. You peaked an eye open when you heard moans and groans of curses (both english and italian), only to see Theo, Enzo and Mattheo hovering just above the surface of the pool. “There’s not a chance in bloody hell I’m allowing you to drench us in pool water just because you lot act like you’re all eleven again in the heat,” Pansy had her wand leveled, pointed strait at the three culprits in front of you. 

It was impossible to hide the grin on your face, pulling your sunglasses down ever so slightly to make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. “Please, bella, tell your friend to let us have a little fun, yeah?” he was laying his accent on extra thick, he knew it was something that often had you melting on his every word. However the heat had you feeling extra bratty, “Not today, amore mio, it’s too hot. Leave the shenanigans for cooler temps, please.” You turned to your friend beside you, “Let them down, Pans. I wanna go inside for a drink.” 

Pansy shrugged, tugging her wand slightly to break the connection. You didn’t miss the slight gape in Theo’s mouth, his expression that of slightly betrayed, but you thought it was cute that he thought you’d give in so easily. Pansy followed you, twirling her wand between her fingers. “Ladies, looking like you’re plotting something, should I be afraid?” Blaise teased as he and Draco exited the villa, Blaise holding the door for you two to enter. Pansy spoke over her shoulder cheekily, “If you know what’s good for you, I wouldn’t plot with the three stooges in the pool.” 

Blaise wore a smirk as he held his arms up in defense, backing away and towards the pool as he let the door close behind the two of you. Sliding up to the kitchen island you let Pansy work on making the drinks as you took off your sunglasses, pulling your wand from the strap of your bikini top where you had secured it for the walk inside. Pansy quirked a curious eyebrow, “Doing some plotting of your own, babes?” You shook your head as you smiled, “Not necessarily, more like…precautionary measures.” 

You held your sunglasses at arms length, pointing the tip of your wand to one lens, “speculo vicissm.” You did the same to the other lens as Pansy laughed lightly, “A reflection charm? Pray tell, my dear, how are these going to help?” You grab the glass she had just set in front of you and threw a decorative straw in it before taking a large sip, “Fucking, Merlin, Pansy, is there any mixer in here?” Pansy just shrugged her shoulders. You took another smaller sip, “Okay, actually it’s not that bad. Anyway, we know that Theo and the others are probably plotting some childish plan to get us back for your little hover charm earlier.” 

She nodded her head, waving her hand in a circular motion as if to tell you to continue, “So I figured…what better way to see him coming than to have eyes on the back of my head. Or rather, be able to see him behind me…without him knowing.” Pansy tapped the side of her glass with her fingers outstretched, her ring making a clinking sound like a mini applause for you as you put your sunglasses back on. “Oh, that is fucking brilliant. I knew Nott had to have fallen for you for more than just a nice ass-ouch!” Pansy rubbed her arm where you swatted at her, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, your very average ass.” 

You laughed, going to swat at her again but she jumped back, running toward the door leading to the pool. Pansy was giggling as you followed briskly after her, being distracted only by Mattheo calling your name. You walked over hesitantly, eyebrow raised and scanning your surroundings as you approached, “Is this some ploy to help Teddy get back at me, Matt? You know I’ll get you back if it is.” You pointed an accusing finger at the raven haired boy who held his hands up in defense, “I’m clean, swear. Look, no wand. I was just, erm, wondering what you were getting Nott for his birthday this year?” 

Arms crossing you sat into your hip, “Theo’s birthday is not until December…why are you asking about that?” Mattheo started stumbling over his explanation as you saw movement in the reflection charm you put on your sunglasses, “I, erm, just wanted to know because I didn’t want to get the same thing as yo-” Mattheo was cut off by you crouching down, pulling him with you. The snap of elastic led way to a burst of water hitting the fence where Mattheo and you once stood. You raised to full stature, quickly turning around while Mattheo continued to sit behind you only to see Enzo with a weak smile on his face. 

“A water balloon, really? Explain yourself, Berkshire,” your tone took that of an accusing older sister and Enzo became visibly nervous. “T-theo,” Enzo cleared his throat after his voice cracked, “ahem, erm, Theo made me do it.” You turned to face your boyfriend who seemed completely unbothered. He stretched his long, toned body across the pool floaty, feet lazily hanging into the water, “What’s wrong, cara mia? Can you handle the heat, or no?” His accent made the question more taunting then it already was. You shook your head, smirking down at him, “Okay, pretty boy. I know what you’re up to. Good luck trying to get me now.” 

But try Theo did, and fail he did often. After the mishap with Mattheo distracting, or more like attempting to distract you Theo tried three more times to soak you with water balloons. And nearly each time your sunglasses charm came in handy. When you were walking back towards the villa to get you and Pansy another round, you saw Mattheo trying to sneak up behind you, “Don’t even think about it Riddle.” You heard him groan in defeat before throwing the balloon at Enzo instead. 

When you were laying out again with Pansy, he had tried to use a hover charm. Thankfully Pansy sensed that one a mile away, using her own wand to counter his spell and send the balloons chasing Theo until he jumped back into the pool to escape. His third attempt was the lowest one in your opinion, so you’re happy it didn’t work out for him. Theo had called you over, saying he wanted a truce and that “he forgave you for foiling his plans earlier.” He tapped on your bottom lip with his thumb, something he did often when he was wanting a kiss. You wanted to believe him, even began to lean towards him until you saw Draco and Mattheo tip toeing in the reflection. The moment you saw them release the balloons you apparated to the other side of Theo, causing both balloons to hit him in the chest and forehead. 

Theo had let out a slew of curses as your hands set firmly on your hips, “Really, Malfoy, you too? Shouldn’t you be hiding in the shade with how fucking pale you are? You’re brighter than the fucking sun.” Draco scoffed, a scowl gracing his face, “Hey, just because you’re pissed at Nott, don’t take it out on me.” Theo had called a truce then, and for the last thirty minutes you felt like you had finally found peace. So when Blaise called you over to the table, you didn’t find it suspicious whatsoever. That and the fact that you fully trusted him to stay out of the rest of the boy’s childish antics. 

“So how did you manage it?” Blaise asked as you sat down. You tilted your head, “How did I manage what?” Blaise leaned his elbows on the table, hand waving as he spoke, “How did you manage to always know when they were coming? Did you put eyes in the back of your head or something, love?” You laughed lightly, handing your sunglasses over to your friend. Blaise quirked an eyebrow, picking up the sleek shades and twisting them this way and that before finally putting them on himself. He let out a low hum of recognition, smiling as he pointed a finger at you, “A mirror charm, you clever witch.” 

You nodded, leaning back in your chair, “Thank you, much. I’m very proud of that. Although I do feel slightly bad with how many times Theo got pummeled with water balloons today.” Blaise pulled your sunglasses down his nose slightly, peering at you over the lenses, “Don’t feel bad, love. He deserved that. However, I do feel bad, because I don’t think you deserve this, but they roped me into it.” Before you even had a chance to properly process what Blaise had just said, what felt like a water balloon the size of your head burst above you, essentially drenching your entire top half in frigid water. 

Turning around slowly in your chair, a look of shock still etched on your face, you saw your boyfriend standing by the edge of the pool, looking far too proud for his own good. You stood up from the patio chair you were sitting in, your look of shock now exchanged for one of determination, “Oh, you are dead meat, Theodore.” You started running after him, Theo only giggling before running away and around the pool. Enzo took your earlier seat next to Blaise, mouth half full of licorice as he spoke, “M’money’s on Theo, his legs are longer and he’s far quicker. Ten galleons he laps the pool and catches her first.” Blaise shook his head, “Nuh uh, no chance. Our little witch is gonna get him and then they’re both gonna end up in the pool.” 

Not as soon as Blaise finished his sentence did you grab hold of Theo’s shoulder, a small yelp from him heard before you both hit the water; Blaise simply smirked at Enzo, holding his hand palm up and waited for his winnings.

[semperamans]

Ever since seeing the bts pics of Bennys rings I keep imagining one of Benny’s possessive traits is putting one of his rings on you 😍😍 something small but also loud so everyone knows you’re his

i started barking :(

"what about this one?" you ask, tipping your head back until it rests at the junction between benny's neck and shoulder. you're peering up at him with those inquisitive eyes, half-lidded from exhaustion. the club meeting ended hours ago which meant the party began shortly thereafter. now there's more beer splattered on the floor than going into the slurring mouths of the boys, a broken window, and a rowdy game a pool going on, but nothing can penetrate the bubble of you and benny. you've got his hand in yours, pointing at the silver rings that bedeck his callused fingers. "ah," benny takes a swig of his beer. "belonged to my pops." the ring in question is massive and studded with diamonds. when he tilts it you can make out the initials B.C. "he, uh, fought in the great war. came home, bought this, gave it to my mom." he wets his lips. shrugs his shoulders. "when he died she, uh, she gave it to me. then a few years later she followed 'em, so." you don't really know what to say. it's the most you've ever heard about his family, most you've ever heard him talk in one go, if you're honest. "s'very special, then." you finally say. it makes benny grin. "sure is. now c'mere. let me look at you." he unfurls his arm from your shoulders, holding both your hands in one of his. your nails are painted, a blush pink instead of your signature bubblegum. "i don't have any pretty rings," you tell him, slightly embarrassed. then he makes your heart explode. he slides off the band, the one he just told you about, the one that belonged to his parents and held so much meaning, and slides it onto your ring finger. "s'little big for you. but we can fix that." and you're babbling because no way! there is no way you're taking something so precious to him, but he shushes you. "gonna put a ring there one day regardless. might as well be now."

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an Avenger with a low social battery

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Can I have the avengers with a reader who has a really bad social battery. Like they can be out in public and then they just disappear and are like “nah I’m done with these mofo’s””

the avengers are quite the rowdy bunch

but you always as excitable as them

these guys were often in the public eye, always being asked all sorts of questions

but you just couldnt handle it a lot of the time

"y/n, can i get a picture with you? you're my hero!" -fan

"uh...yeah, sure. big smile!" -you, completely exhausted

you tried to be nice and not obvious that you were drained but boy was it hard

especially when tony threw his parties

you'd typically sit in the corner with a drink and try to make it through the night

but there were always some guests who were just dying to come talk to you

"hey! why are you hiding over here, there's a party going on! come, have some fun!" -clueless party guest

"oh, i'm okay over here, thank you" -you

"i'll keep you some company, then. why don't you tell me a story of one of your avenger missions"

some people just could not take the hint

but the avengers usually knew when you'd had enough

"wanna get out of here?" -nat

"please." -you

you'd recharge alone whenever you escaped the madness

dont even get me started on the news

they would do anything to get an interview with you

"y/n! could you comment on the recent events in [country] that you accompanied the avengers in?" -reporter

"we were there, we saved the day" -you, obviously exhausted

"is that all you have to say?" -reporter

"hey! don't you want to hear what i have to say? huh?" -tony

"thanks, tony" -you

"no problem, kiddo" -tony

wanda got it

you liked spending time with her because she liked to be calm and alone sometimes too

you'd read or watch tv or listen to music together in silence for hours

it was nice

it was funny because sometimes the team would all be socializing and then bam

"hey, where's y/n?" -steve

"i think they tapped out" -clint

"oh. i'll go check on them" -steve

"no, just leave them alone, they'll be back" -tony

after a lot of missions you'd just wait for the avengers on the quinjet while they spoke to authorities or SHIELD or whoever

"just forward me the mission report, i'll fill it out" -you

everyone just kinda let you do your thing

which worked out just fine for you

it drove fury crazy back in the day

"just why are we giving y/n special treatment? what? they're tired?" -fury

"i didn't say that, i said they were over your shit" -tony

"you better not have said that, i'll give you one last chance" -fury

and that is just another reason you were depleted

some days were better than others, and sometimes you could keep up! but once your battery died, that was it

"'social battery,' you say? any way i could be of assistance? maybe a small jolt from mjolnir to charge it back up?" -thor

"oh, no, just a figure of speech, no need for...that" -you

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[marchsfreakshow]

Clingyness {Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader}

You're watching a horror movie with Tate, and he gets worried for you, so you decide to find a way to comfort him.

For my big sis @lilthbunny 💜

18+! Minors dni with this fic.

Warnings!: Oral (M receive), praise and praise, p n v, Sub!Tate, Dom!Reader, horror movie generalness, mommy kink, kind of ooc Tate, crud smut writing.

Tate and you were snuggled together, under a warm duvet, the rain was storming, making the atmosphere feel more and more like a cliche. But he was resting his cute head on your chest, an arm placed around your waist, as one of yours held his own waist. No one dared disturb you two today.

It was Halloween.

Despite Halloween being the day that ghosts could roam free, Tate wanted to watch a movie tonight. It made you happy anyway, too many parties and drunk rowdy teenagers. He agreed that it was a night to stay inside and watch Halloween movies. Snacks were on your lap and Tate's lap, with two hot chocolates on the bedside drawer. Nothing but the best for my princess, Tate thought, looking up at you. You were distracted by the movie. It was a movie you somehow had never seen.

The Banana Splits Movie.

The premise of it enticed your horror movie-loving heart. It was a scrapped Five Nights At Freddy's script, but the creator rejected it, so it was created as its own movie. A horror movie about killer animatronics that don't act like actual animatronics. Being you, you had to look up everything about the movie and even watched a YouTube video about it which counted the kills and went into detail about how the movie was made.

But, bringing you out of your thoughts was Tate cuddling himself up to you, like he was trying to get on top of you or in your skin. Either of them would be okay with him. "Baby, you okay?" You asked softly, petting Tate's hair. He looked up at you with a dark puppy eyes look and nodded towards the TV screen. A character had been sawn in half from Fleegles's magic box. His fiance, kneeling by his head, and crying, mourning her loss. It ended up scaring Tate, and his imagination was going crazy, worrying about what if that happened to you, or if any of the kills happened to you or him. Losing you in any way possible made Tate scared out of his mind. "Oh, Tate..."

"I like the movie, but I don't want to lose you like that."

"Baby boy, you know I'm smart enough to not get myself into a situation like that." You replied as Tate made a little 'mmh.' noise. Sighing, you kissed Tate, gently holding his face. He kissed you back, suddenly eager. As the movie carried in the background, both you and Tate carried on with a make-out session. The screams and general horror movie noises kept going, the light from the TV lighting your back as you were straddling your boyfriend's lap. It didn't distract you at all, considering something was distracting you instead. "how about I prove to you that I'm gonna be by your side forever yeah?" You quickly asked, sitting up. Tate nodded, smiling.

Both of you started to move to each other's wants and needs. Tate holding you at every angle possible, and you remove your clothes as well as Tate's. The duvet was the source of warmth, but you doubted you would need it in a second. So, while Tate was distracted by leaving hickeys over your chest and collarbones, you decided to grind on him and his exposed cock. Moved back and forth slowly, making sure he felt every part of it. He shook slightly with every moment, taking a grip on your waist and small, little whimpers leaving his mouth, and yours. The only other noises you heard were coming from the TV. Well, fuck the movie now, you thought, staring at the clingy, whimpering boy you were on top of. But, you stopped eventually, and the whimpers were left with sounds of Tate wanting you to grind more on his hard dick. Instead, you crawled down onto your stomach, holding yourself up with your elbows.

"You ready my darling?" You asked, pumping Tate painfully slowly.

"Please, please mommy.." With the whines Tate made, you kept on pumping him but licked the head of his dick, coating it in your own saliva with a mix of his pre-cum. You stared up at him, not wanting to show him any mercy, but he was so cute to you, humping your hand and his eyes rolling back. Just for being so cute, you praised your boyfriend by enveloping his head in your mouth, taking your time to go up and down, and attempting to hit every good spot you could find. Your hand slid up and down the last little bit of Tate's cock that you couldn't fit in your mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he kept thrusting in your mouth to all he liked. Quickly though, you stopped him and sat up, resting back on his cock lightly. "Mm fuck, mommy.. continue, please?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you? Wanting me to do everything?" Tate nodded in reply as you leaned down, kissing and sucking his neck, small hickeys appearing everywhere. Tate clung onto you like he usually would, staring at you softly. "Mm, okay then, just for being such a good boy for mommy," You whispered in his ear, lining yourself up and lowering yourself on Tate's cock. He grabbed your hips immediately and unconsciously, ready to start thrusting. However, before he could start fucking you to the stars, you took his hands and pinned them to the bed's headboard with your own hands, using them as support as you started to move up and down. The feeling of going so slow made Tate want to start thrusting in you and making you feel good like he had plenty of times before.

Both of you started thrusting, which in turn almost made you see stars. Tate's more needy, but it felt so good either way. "Oh f-fuck I love you.." He muttered, his breathing heavy, and his hands gripping yours as they were still pinned above his head.

"I love, you too my cutie." Thoughts of edging Tate ran around your empty, desperate mind as you could sense he was close. The extra whines, calling your name out more, trying to snuggle into your neck. You decided that you should, so you let go of his hands. But just as you did, Tate pulled you down and stopped you thrusting, confusing you. "p..pup what are you doing-" you interrupted yourself with almost scream-like moans as Tate did nothing but thrust up and hard, you were unable to control yourself as you clung to him, and came as fast as you blinked.

Tate soon realised that, and stopped. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I went too hard." You got up despite being shaky and laid beside Tate, catching your breath. Both he and you took your drinks, drinking the now lukewarm hot chocolate.

After you had enough drink to suffice, you put it back and smiled at Tate. "I'm okay, were you close?" In which he nodded. "C'mon, on top of me baby." He grinned, moving on top of you and immediately re-entering you. He started sloppily thrusting again, you clinging to him again as he hit everything right where it felt good.

Only a few minutes went by before, "mommy...fuck fuck, mommy-"

"Cum."

Tate cummed inside you, still holding onto you as he rode it out best he could. Both of you reached for the towel that was placed sort of intentionally by your bed and cleaned each other up. "I'm so proud of you baby boy, I love you."

"I love you Y/N." Tate kissed your nose gently, putting the duvet on top of you both, getting comfy again. By now the movie was three-quarters done, but you still watched it, cosying back up with Tate being in your arms.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Taglist: @taintandviolent @howtobesasha @hyperharlz @tatelangdonsweater

[thornescratch]

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The Caps making a commercial with Tom Wilson where the entire theme is “God he’s dumb but he’s so pretty, so anyway use our sponsored shit” is excellent work, no notes.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I think my favorite “fanon” interpretations of nightmare have to be like cartoonishly evil and silly. Or like, old and powerful and grumpy about it and you best get off his lawn.

Peepaw Nightmare, he complains about his back and how “back in my day!” and he calls Killer “boy” when he’s upset with him. “Boy quiet.” “Boy quiet.” “Boy quiet now.”

Killer uses the movements of his tentacles to predict the weather like some older folk say they can feel the weather changing thanks to things like their “bad knee.”

And most of the time NM’s tentacles usually can predict the weather. Nightmare smacks killer over the head with his tentacle like an older man hitting the ankles of youngsters with a cane for being rowdy.

And like peepaw is really knowledgeable about a ton of things but also doesn’t keep up with modern technology and killer uses this to fuck with him for amusement. Convinced him a roomba is some type of highly intelligent pet.

And nightmare knows he’s being fucked with, but he’s just too stubborn and prideful to “get with the times.” And killer knows that he knows, so it’s like a game to see who cracks first.

Peepaw Nightmare uses the “it’s because you’re always on that damn phone” with killer a lot. Even in situations where it doesn’t make any sense. Killer threatens to put him in a nursing home frequently.

And nightmare has this big specific chair thats just for him and everyone knows it but it’s become a game to see who can sit on it for how long without getting caught. (Cross is the only one refusing to probably).

Killer frequently hears “why can’t you be more like cross and dust?” from the old man whenever he’s Had Enough of the antics.

And nightmare knits like cartoonishly evil versions of holiday sweaters for the group and has like the fucked up creepy doll equivalent of a beanie baby or porcelain doll collection. Dust feels like a sort of kinship with dolls and the other dudes have like a comical fear or aversion to them. Nightmare named every one like they’re his kids & the only ones understanding it r error & dust.

Everyone else refuses to call the dolls by name, besides cross who does it in a reluctant creeped out way.

Nightmare & error have old people beef over aus like old neighbors beefing over property lines & mowing the others lawn or something. & nm beefs with color about being a “good influence” on killer.

Nightmare calls dream at random intervals just to curse him out and insult him before hanging up and refuses to answer whenever Dream calls first. The “stars vs bad sanses” “negativity vs positivity” war/balance doesn’t actually exist or is just tipped enough in nightmare’s favor that he doesn’t worry about it so instead the twins just squabble over the golden apple though phone like its a custody battle over a beloved pet.

[myfamilycrestisthedemonofdeath]

Eh, fuck it, here's my first actual shit written

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Gimme a reader who is normally taciturn snapping and becoming spitfire.

Imagine you and 141 out for drinks at a dive bar, drinking enough liquor to drown your memories of harrowing situations away. Price and Ghost just chilling in the corner of the bar, drinking while keeping their eyes on the surroundings; Price keeping an eye on Johnny and Kyle who are becoming rowdy by the billiards table, and Simon is just quietly nursing a drink while watching everything else. You're a few stools away, wanting to drink alone, until some younger slob sits next to you, ignoring the irritated glance you threw his way and the prickly atmosphere you exude. Tries the usual schtick of getting you to go with him, promising good times and such. The 141 men immediately notice and are casually on standby to help, until you finally snap at the fucker who is trying to give you his number and address.

"If you're gonna give me an address, I'd rather take your dad's so that way I can go fuck him and give him a son who he will actually love, enough to teach little boys like you what the fuck manners are. And if you have a mom, I'll fuck her too", you say bluntly but loudly.

If you were paying attention on anything else but the guy, you'd hear Johnny and Kyle immediately cackling in surprised delight. Price, on the other hand, actually snorts his drink and sputter, spitting some of it out. Simon's face is of course hidden, hiding his grin but his eyes crease to show it, eyebrows raised to high heavens.

"If you're looking to just get your dick wet, I suggest you go cry on it, or fuck off and bother someone else", you continue, not allowing the guy to talk. "I'm not in the mood to babysit you asshole, so get off my face before I make you eat this bar", you growl out.

The poor fool is turning red, mouth opening and closing to get a word in, but before he could, you hear Kyle speak up, now beside you with a shit-eating grin, putting his hand by your shoulder and facing the guy.

"Listen, mate, she's not interested. You better scramble off before she grabs your balls and rips it off", he says, joy evident in his voice.

"Aye, Ah've see 'er do it, honest ta' God", Johnny follows up, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, still somewhat cackling.

The appearance of the two big, burly men to your side seems to finally scare the guy off, profusely apologizing to them before running off. You get irritated, as it seems the boy really didn't respect you and only backed off because of the presence of other men.

"The both of you, fuck off too. I can handle myself", you tell them testily.

Kyle lets go of your shoulder, backing away while shaking his head with his hands up. "You handled it perfectly, but was just a bit worried he'd keep harrassing you regardless".

"Tha' was hot, bonnie. Never thought ya got the fire in ya'", Johnny quips. "Ah know ya ken handle yourself, so we'll leave ya to it", he adds, dragging Kyle with him back to the billiards table, both laughing.

You threw the both of them a withering look, and notice Simon helping John by giving him more napkins, John wiping his beard while coughing slightly. Both of them look at you and nod, traces of laughter and surprise on their face as you glower back at them before going back to your drink.

All four of them are very surprised at your outburst, knowing how you normally ignore passes like that to you. You don't know it yet, but you've now incited Johnny and Kyle into riling you up. John and Simon chuckle to themselves, enjoying your display of temper. All four are wondering how it is like to be with you, anticipating when they will get to see more of you out of your shell. If this is just one shard that came out, they can't wait to see more.

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I feel kinda embarrassed because I've actually never written a fic or drabble before

[justwinginglife]

Cross Your Heart

This is just a cute lil fic idea I've had in my head for awhile now. Mentions of mature scenes but no explicit details, try not to be sad about it.

You were never good at keeping secrets, but for Soshiro, you’d try. 

When you first started dating, you forged a pact of secrecy with him, joking that only when you were buried next to each other would people ever find out you were together. He had too much on his plate to deal with people hounding him about his relationship, and you didn’t certainly didn’t need anyone telling you that you only made Platoon Leader because your boyfriend was the Vice Captain. So the both of you kept quiet, stealing moments wherever you could, sneaking away to supply closets and back alleys to share a kiss, to share more than a kiss. 

At first, you enjoyed the thrill of secrecy, the rush of almost being caught. It added an extra layer of excitement to your relationship. And Soshiro was just as exhilarated as you, if not more so; it turned him on to watch you bite back your moans when someone would walk by, your body squirming and your face flushing, as you tried to keep quiet beneath him. He almost wanted to fuck you harder, just to see those gorgeous eyes widen, just to see your lips quiver, just to publicly expose what a mess he’d made you into. And when you realized what he was thinking, when you pouted, when you whined, when you chided him for being such a bad boy, he relished in it. 

Your relationship was nothing but perfect to him. He enjoyed having you all to himself, he enjoyed watching you reject officer after officer and not be able to tell them why, he enjoyed listening to the excuses you’d make to leave the room right after he did. He’d laugh to himself thinking about how you would attempt to hide it if he ever got you pregnant, and the thought only made him want to fill you up more. You’d already made a deal with him that when you got married, you’d both tattoo the other person’s initials onto your ring fingers together (because it was impractical to carry expensive jewelry with you into battle) and he amused himself with the thought of you trying to explain away the S.H. that had been engraved into your skin. Would you tell people it was the name of your dog, of a family friend? How would you explain its location on your ring finger? Would you wear gloves all the time just to try and hide it? He entertained himself to no end with all the possibilities. And so he was content with the way things were. 

You were astonished to find that for someone who talked so much, he kept a surprisingly tight lid on the whole situation. You always thought he’d cave first, that he’d down another beer, get too caught up in the moment, get too rowdy with his friends, and finally expose every detail of your relationship, big or small. You thought that whenever you got just a little too close to another man during training, when you laughed just a little too loud at their jokes, or brushed against their skin just a little too long, that he’d intervene, that he’d publicly lay his claim on you. And he did lay his claim on you. But only in the confines of his room, when you were alone together. He’d trail his marks all over your body, engraving his desires onto you with his teeth, painting your skin with his tongue. And then he’d have the audacity to be amused in the morning when you had to explain to the rest of the squad where you got the marks. 

He was in it for the long haul, he could keep this secret over his dead body. 

But you couldn’t. You caved.

And it was his fault. He'd say something cute, do something sweet, just be wonderful as per usual, and you’d be dying to tell someone, to tell anyone, to tell everyone about it. Your life was happy and you wanted people to know. 

So when Okonogi asked about where you got your new locket, you whispered to her, “Soshiro bought it for me, but don’t tell anyone, cross your heart, okay?” And when she raised an eyebrow at the informality in which you’d said his name, you couldn’t help but spill everything. 

When Reno caught you leaving Soshiro’s room, and -because he was so sweet and had so much respect for you- he assumed you were there for a training session instead of a different kind of session, you confirmed for him that you were in fact there to love on your boyfriend but, “Don’t tell anyone, cross your heart, okay?”

Then Shinomiya remarked that she wished she could meet Soichiro Hoshina because she was sure he’d be an entertaining sparring partner, and when you confirmed that he was indeed skilled and she questioned how you’d met him, you could’ve said that you’d met in a cross-division meeting, but you told her the truth- you had dinner with Soshiro’s family when you’d been introduced as his girlfriend and somehow ended up challenging Soichiro to a duel that same night. “But it’s a secret, don’t tell anyone, cross your heart.”

And then, little by little, more and more people found out about your relationship with Soshiro. It wasn’t like they were investigating, no one was hounding you for information, no one was threatening you for a confession, but you volunteered the details anyway.  

Haruichi wanted to know what the new tattoo on your wrist was? It was the day you started dating. 

Captain Ashiro wanted to know if you could deliver a message to Soshiro? No problem, you were staying the night at his place anyway. 

Iharu wanted to know how you were so flexible? You traumatized him with your answer but he got the idea. 

And you felt amazing. The weight of your secrets had been lifted from your shoulders; you had been freed from the burden of lies. You were practically skipping down hallways and singing from the rooftops now that your love was plain for everyone to see.

Except for Soshiro. He had no idea why you were acting so differently. He had no idea that even though you’d sworn half the base to secrecy, it was still half the fucking base and could hardly be considered secret anymore. But you were happy and that was all that mattered to him, so he didn’t ask. He just did his best to support you, to keep you happy. 

You almost thought he’d never find out. 

But then he got a raise and you were so proud of him, so happy his hard work was being recognized, that you kissed him in the middle of the cafeteria. 

His eyes widened and he froze on the spot.

“P-Platoon Leader L/N, what are you…” His eyes darted around the busy lunchroom to see if anyone had caught your blunder, but his words quickly trailed off when he realized that not a single soul was surprised. 

Okonogi even facepalmed. “And here I thought we were keeping this a secret.”

Hoshina coughed. “We? We’re keeping this a secret? Who’s we?? Who else knows about this??”

He almost had a heart attack when everyone simultaneously raised their hands; some rose it sheepishly and some rose it unabashedly, but all hands were raised in unison. 

He sighed. Then he turned to you.

“Sweetheart, I think we may need to revisit the meaning of ‘cross your heart,’” He chuckled as he finally regained his composure. 

You blushed. “In my defense, they all crossed their hearts?” 

He shook his head, “It’s a good thing I love you, baby.”

“I love you too! In case anyone was wondering!”

A collective bundle of laughs and snickers made its way through the crowd. 

“WE KNOW.”

[bohemianblasphemy]

It's your wedding night and you're a virgin but billy is just holding back because you're so delicate to him. It looks like he is going to chicken out with one of his rare fits of conscience. You huff and tell him to show you what he has. But when he does you panic and say he's too big, won't fit in you down there. He calms you down and then he is inside you. You're ecstatic you're finally not a virgin and you start to make a lot of loud noise at how good it feels inside. Billy clamps his hand over your mouth but he's smirking as you start screaming with the pleasure he is giving you

i hope you enjoy ✨

content: fem!reader, loss of virginity, wedding night, unprotected sex, tiniest angst if you squint, big dick billy

the late night stumble back to the hotel on your wedding night was full of anxious yet desirable emotions. Billy and yourself had finally tied the knot- an intimate yet bustling ceremony, mainly caused by the rowdy personalities of the Boys.

Billy’s mind was clouded as you both walked into your home for the evening- the subject of your virginity running circles around his brain. You were determined for that evening to be the night and as much as billy wanted you too, his thoughts were making him second guess himself.

“billy? can you hear me?” Butcher snapped out of his trance, face to face with you smiling at him.

“yeah love… sorry just thinking there.” he chuckled, trying to keep his cool. your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in for a longing kiss. his hands reach your waist, pulling you close to him. pulling away from the kiss, you whispered “i want you billy…” eyes flickering up to him, your body fuelled with desire.

his mind filled once again with his self doubting thoughts mixed with a strong sense of responsibility and overwhelming desire for you. His facial expression screamed that he was conflicted, making you question him. “what’s going on? are you- are you backing out of this?” you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

“no no! that’s not it love…” he takes a breath, taking his time to put his words together. he steps forward towards you, placing a hand along your cheek, rubbing his thumb along it.

“i’m scared of hurting ya… i’d hate to see ya get hurt by me.” he voiced his concerns.

“y-you mean… you think that you’ll hurt me when… putting it in?” you looked at him, he nodded in response. “not to toot me own horn but i am… big.” he chuckled, trying to cut through the tension in the room.

“can you show me?” you asked bluntly, looking at him as he stroked you cheek. he was taken aback, but happily obliged as he took a few steps back and began to unbutton his black slacks, pulling them down along with his boxers. your eyes widened as you looked at him.

“billy, i-it might be too big for me-“ you whispered, your brain short circuiting at his size. he came back over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “we don’t have to do anything tonight love, it’s okay if you’re nervous-“ he reassured you.

“no… no i want to, i want to so bad.” you looked up at him, seeing the worry in his eyes. “it’s just intimidating ya know?” you smiled nervously, taking a deep breath to keep your breathing in check.

“don’t you worry love, just breathe yeah? we’ll take it slow… i wanna make it good f’ ya, my lovely wife.” his voice was soothing, an ointment for your nerves. your eyes locked on each other for a while, before you ran your hands over his chest to his shoulders; pushing his black suit jacket off him, continuing to unbutton his white button up. “i want this…” you whispered in his ear.

he exhaled a shaky breath at your actions and whispers as you undid the final button on his shirt, letting him shrug it off his body to the floor. you turned around, letting him untie the knot to the corset on your gown and have it pool to the carpet at your feet.

stepping out of the sea of tulle you faced billy in your lingerie, looking toward him in a vulnerable manner. he drinks in your figure, stepping forward to run his hands along your sides before pulling you in for a kiss. his lips are warm, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t felt before as he backed you up toward the large bed.

your ankles hit the frame and butcher gently pushed you to the bed; scooting up the duvet as he crawled on top, encapsulating your lips with his once more. the sound of lips smacking and soft moans filled the room as billy’s fingers ghosted over your chest, squeezing one of your laced covered breasts. large digits trail further down to your stomach and hips, toying with the material of your underwear. “please billy… please touch me…” you begged, those sweet words lingered in the air as butcher stretched the material, snapping it back onto your skin. you whimpered from the sensation, causing butcher to chuckle.

“since ya asked so nicely…” in a swift motion butcher pulled the thin material down your thighs and tossing them to the floor, leaving you bare before him. his eyes darkened as he brought you in for another kiss, before his lips trail down your neck and collar, softly sucking marks along your delicate skin.

the soft gasps and moans flowed out of you like a river as his mouth travelled further, reaching your hips and inner thighs. he looks up at you from between your legs, admiring your flustered eyes before looking down at your glistening pussy.

“god look at ya… barely touched ya and you’re already soakin..” he teased his fingers along your folds, desire flowing through your body like lava as your hips bucked for more. lips travelled down your inner thighs before reaching where you wanted him most- his tongue creating agonisingly soft circles along your clit, his fingers teasing your entrance.

“fuck billy… you are-oh… shit that’s so good.” you swore you saw stars, your fingers reaching down to roam through his hair. you felt him chuckle, sending vibrations through your body from your center. “feel good lovey?” he whispered against you, his fingers just inside you, testing the waters.

“god it’s- so nice…” you managed to croak out, feeling his fingers along your walls. your hips bucked forward, needing him deeper which he happily took advantage of, sliding his thick fingers deeper, his tongue still attacking your clit. your eyebrows furrowed as he continued his actions, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter. “please billy, please… i need you, i- i need you inside me.”

Butchers head raised from between you, his smirk appearing on his face, coated in your slick and saliva. “yeah? ya want me?” you nodded, pulling him up to come chest to chest with you. “i want you… i want this…” with a quick nod butcher leans down to share a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips with a groan.

large hands guide your thighs around his waist as he prepared to line himself up with your entrance. “if it’s too much for ya, tell me to stop yeah?” you nodded, anticipating his next actions; his cock slid against your folds teasingly- softly taping your clit with his tip.

he looked down at you, smiling softly as you felt the radiating warmth of his length run through you with a swift but gentle thrust of his hips. a gasp erupted from you- a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain ran through your body, the pain soon disappearing as pleasure took over.

he was gentle with his movements, looking to you to make sure you were okay- seeing your face in a state of ecstasy was enough for him to continue thrusting deep into you. the noises that fell from your lips grew louder and louder, words laced in desperation for more.

With a devilish smirk, Billy clamped his large palm over your mouth. “shhh… don’t wanna wake up half of our floor yeah?” you couldn’t help but whimper against his palm, sending vibrations that only egged him on the go faster, driving you into the mattress- long fingers travelled to your sensitive bud, creating slow circles around it making your body jolt and making muffled sounds against his hand.

Butcher removed his hand, replacing it with his mouth as he continued plowing into you. the knot in your stomach started to unravel, you pulled away from his kiss. “i-i’m so close…” you whimpered. “come f’ me love… please…” he almost begged for it, looking deep into your eyes as you unraveled- your mouth fell open, back arched into the mattress below you as stars appeared in your vision from your orgasm.

butcher chuckles as he watched you come undone around him, feeling your pussy pulsate around him made him shake. his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted for a moment longer before he followed suit, cumming deep inside you.

stagnancy took over the both of you, relishing in your shared moment of your first time. he slowly pulled out of you, kissing you once more. “was that alright? you’re not hurtin’ are ya?” he questioned, bringing a palm to your cheek, letting you lean into his touch. “that was… more than alright billy, you’re amazing…” you were glowing, feeling satisfaction and relief. “w-was i okay?”

he smiled down at you before rolling to lay at your side. his fingers traced along your bare sides, admiring you.

“my girl… you are perfect.”

[princessbrunette]

mean brother’s bsf ! rafe who says he has to go to the bathroom while he’s over at your house playing video games w ur brother but instead walks to ur room and starts fucking u :((

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you can always hear the group of them — rowdy and loud, yelling at the tv whilst they play the game, or watch some kind of sport that you yourself had no interest in. you had no idea why your brother refused to ever close his door, especially when he had friends round— they were so damn loud.

you hear rafes voice in the hallway and it makes your heart rate spike, your brothers friend calling something into the room as he leaves it, the boys exploding into laughter. you wondered if he’d stop by today, like he did every time — or if he’d pass you by and act like you don’t exist, something he has also demonstrated he is capable of doing when your brothers around.

it had happened only earlier, coming home from your pilates class in your cute little get up which usually you knew rafe would be all over— the boy stood in the kitchen, chatting to your brother when you arrived home.

“hi!” you chirp politely, happy to see him there, knowing what it meant for you. rafe barely glanced— offering you a “hey.” before continuing on his conversation. you couldn’t help but let your face fall. you knew he couldn’t give you much attention infront of your big brother, not wanting to draw suspicion— but just a hey was rude, impolite even.

you hear your door creak open and you don’t turn to look, playing nonchalant as you lay on your stomach on your bed, flipping through a book. he’s careful to close the door again, taking in the sight of you laying there, more importantly the sight of your ass cheeks spilling from your pyjama shorts.

“did you miss me?” he drawls, taking a step closer and you spare a glance over your shoulder, playing like you didn’t.

“oh, hey.” you repeat his greeting from earlier boredly. it was petty, sure— but unfortunately, you were crazy about rafe. you wanted him to know you were a little peeved.

“that all i get, hey?” he sounds amused, dumb and part-lipped as he steps a little closer, fingers tickling your ankle which makes your leg jerk out, nearly kicking him.

“well that’s all i got earlier.” you flip a page, pretending to be totally disinterested in the conversation. you hear him still, breathing as he tries to recollect the moment.

“i dont — i-i don’t understand. what’s this about?” he asks, already irritated with the way you aren’t turning around to look at him. you sigh, sitting up and spinning around to face him. he didn’t get to be mad, best to nip it in the bud.

“i said hi to you and you acted like you didn’t even know me.” you pout immaturely, running your fingers along the bed to avoid his eyes. his eyes widen, hands spreading at his side in incredulity.

“your brother was there. fuck you expect, me to stick my tongue down your throat and slide a finger in your ass whilst he’s just standing there? i — i don’t —”

“no! just… you didn’t even look at me.” you sigh and he drops his hands, skulking over to stand right over you at the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on your cheeks, lifting your sulky gaze to his.

“‘cus if i did, id probably get all riled up… you don’t want that, right? infront of big bro?” he softens, but there’s something conniving about his tone.

“no.” you sigh and he nods in approval.

“right. i just had to play it cool. yeah?” he clarified slowly, like you’re a little dumb.

you blink up at him, and he gives in, bending down to press his lips to yours, the familiar taste of his tongue integrating into your mouth as you hum, visibly relaxing into the kiss.

“i did miss you.” you whisper, and he prods at your shoulder to encourage you to lie back.

“and i told everyone i had to take a phone call outside, so we haven’t got long… you wanna take these shorts off for me or am i gonna have to rip ‘em off like last time n’have you cryin’ at me again?”

five minutes in, and it’s increasingly harder to stay quiet. he’s mounted you, an obscene and degrading sight for anyone that would accidentally stumble upon it. your legs were up by his shoulders, cock nestled deep inside you as presses his lips together, stifling the little breathy groans from the back of his throat.

“m—my bed, its creaking!” you mewl, cunt tightening when he slides a large hand up the back of your thigh to the crevice of your knee, keeping it raised.

“those suckers aren’t listening. stop— stop thinkin’ bout that, yeah? look at me. focus on me.”

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