#i deadass really can’t get enough of them

[skittlewaffle]

Just an excited dad preparing for baby’s arrival

Just a loving father being doting and gentle on his two darlings

Just some happy dads dying over how small their kiddo is

Just two silly goobers messing around

… *sigh*

I have baby fever y’all, I’ll be completely honest ,, this was majorly self indulgent

if you were wondering, yes, I would feel like the kid is biologically theirs, made possible with sperm donors. it’s rlly deeply emotional and intimate to me personally that they made their own baby !!

however, this could 100% be portrayed as an adoption scenario as well !! It would make Sun and Moon just as happy to have a kid they can actually call theirs, no matter if through natural or legal means. It’s life-changing enough to simply be called fathers rather than just caretakers 🥺

Bonus hand size comparison for y’all 💖 (DCA’s hand could be bigger honestly haha,,)

[caitlinbueckers]

baby daddy.

paige bueckers x reader

3.2k

like guys . I don’t even know what to say rn . this is PURE fucking filth like yas there is some exposition in the beginning and its dialogue heavy but like ✋✋ just know this is fucking porn . So sorry for anon if this isn’t up to par but the wormz took over my brain and this is all i have to show for it . Love u so much for the idea tho <3

ANYWAYZZZ !!!! you and paige buy a strap. filth ensues.

MAJOR 18+ WARNING!!!!

“babe.”

it’s deadpan, borderline exasperated as you turn your head, meeting a wildly unimpressed expression from paige that makes you snort out loud, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

in your girlfriends hand, dangling from her fingers, is a dildo of some sorts, shaped horrifically in the form of an anatomically incorrect fist, and it’s almost impossible to keep your surprised laughter from bubbling out, taking a step closer with a look of awe.

“dude, you’re kidding,”

“babe, why are we even here? like, deadass i have two hands and ten fingers, this is so extra.”

to be fair, she had a point— those two hands and ten fingers had never done you wrong in the slightest, but this was simply an act of impulse, deciding just that morning after you guys had spent the time with each others hands down each others pants, you’d declared in a sudden rush of post-nut clarity, that you simply had to see paige in a strap.

which, was met with a bit of intrigue and then, obviously, because paige bueckers is competitive in anything she can consider herself good at, couldn’t help but interrogate you in outright disbelief.

‘so, what i’m hearing is that i’m not enough?” it was said in the tone she uses when her sarcasm is over the top, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you, slapping her arm.

‘baby, stop being so dramatic, oh my god.”

you’d kissed her to silence her delusions as to why you’d even brought it up in the first place, before explaining ever so gently that it was never a matter of what paige couldn’t do, and more so about the capabilities of what she could do, and that you promised it would be fun.

truly, she was on board after you’d told her that for some girls it was hard to use, so that, ‘if she couldn’t handle it, she could give up’ — of course paige would never back down from a challenge.

“you do have two hands, and i love them just the same. i just wanna try it, okay? is that okay?” you say it in your quiet, softest voice, and maybe you’re kinda being a brat because you know paige could never say no to you when you talk like that, or when you walk up to her, tracing a thumb against her cheek before pulling her down to peck her nose.

it’s immediate the way she chases your lips, presses a quick one to your mouth before she’s rolling her eyes, “anything for my baby, i guess.” but, she’s smiling, and that feels like more progress than before.

in the end, you guys end up picking something pretty beginner level— it’s only six inches, has a dual ended pleasure vibrator nestled in the crotch for the one wearing it and due to paige’s prompt request, it is in fact purple, which only makes you laugh at the excited shimmy she does as you both walk out, hand in hand, the black privacy sack swinging between her fingers.

“thought you were so against the idea?” you couldn’t help but tease her once you guys are in the car, music already blasting— you know all her music without really knowing it, but it’s definitely something by brent faiyaz.

“yeah,” she shrugs, “until i thought about getting to fuck you with it.” she says coyly, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow before she’s pulling out of the lot, hand secured on your thigh.

you guys don’t really get to it that night, or the next day— instead settling for the slow, tired morning sex that you guys indulge in before her practice and then after, the languid, loving type of sex you both revel in for the evening when she’s back at the dorms.

no, for some reason, it isn’t until a week or so later that it suddenly comes up— and even then, you weren’t necessarily thinking about it too hard, not until the teams all at dinner. you, paige, KK, and aubrey all sit together, and it’s really in moments like these that you love to actually participate in conversations with the team— KK and aubrey had been one of the first to welcome you in with open arms after you and paige had begun dating, so you really felt most at ease with them, even if they could be complete idiots.

not like paige was any better.

it had started with someone making a tiktok, going around asking who they’d never let their son or daughter date— resoundingly, enough people said paige, which was both parts hilarious for you, and astounding for paige.

“bro! literally i’m like, the best girlfriend, that’s some bull.” she couldn’t help but scoff, even if she’s smiling just a little, “baby, i’m a good girlfriend, right?”

you purposely take a minute to answer, pretending to think about it until she grasps your thigh beneath the table, making you snicker as she squeezes, and suddenly, you know exactly the angle she’s playing.

“girl, i don’t trust you,“ KK snorts, making a face, “you’d probably get my kid pregnant or somethin’, like—“

KK’s words make paige snort, shrugging a bit, “shoot, i mean, no wonder they call me baby daddy.” she sticks her tongue out, entirely too immature for the setting of the restaurant, but it makes you warm all over anyway— you love her, even when she’s being childish, which is pretty much most of the time.

the conversation continues after that, and though you pay attention, laugh when it’s funny and answer when you need to, you can’t quite get that out of your head— baby daddy.

it makes you think.

it’s late by the time you guys get home, and true to paige’s fashion, the door is only shut and locked for a second before she’s behind you, pressing kisses to your neck and sliding hands up your shirt, humming quietly— “i’m a good girlfriend, yeah?”

it’s not often that paige asks for reassurance, mostly because she usually already knows, but it’s why it makes it extra special when she does.

“duh.” you whisper out, tilting your head back to grant her more access while she sneaks a hand into your jeans, forgoing the button entirely. her fingers are prodding against your clit when you let out a soft moan, your fluttering eyes only opening for half a second before they spot the black sack from across the room, your own hand gently grasping her wrist to still its movements.

“baby, why don’t we…?” your tilt your head in the direction, leaning your head sideways to try and capture her reaction.

surprisingly, she looks just as interested.

it’s comes out quietly, pressed to your temple, “get on the bed then.”

you don’t waste much time, stepping out of your jeans and your top until there’s nothing left but the black, simple thong that rests against your hips, crawling back against her purple sheets with an inquisitive look on your face while she pulled the thing from its plastic package.

“remember what you said earlier?” you say offhandedly as you watch paige’s muscles flex and tighten, looping the belt around her before she glances up at you, “which part?”

“baby daddy,” you can’t help but grin, tossing your head back against the bed, “just wanted to see how true that is.”

paige scoffs, and it’s obvious she likes that, plays into it even as she crawls onto the bed, looking down at you with a narrowed glance, “how true what is? that i could get you pregnant?”

it’s almost immediate the way your body flushes at that, the subconscious squeeze of your thighs together as you look up at her through lidded eyes, “mhm. is that bad?”

“i mean,” she’s smirking though, and her hand wraps around the strap on slowly, as if simulating it to be an extension of herself— it’s really fucking hot, “it’s sexy that you even thought about it like that,” she whispers, and you can practically see the confidence rising within her at the prospect, before her eyes flicker up at you. “wanna suck me off, ma?”

it makes something within you go haywire, and your mouth practically fills with saliva as if to prepare for it before you nod slowly, propping yourself up on your elbows before you stick your tongue out, paige’s blue orbs never leaving you for one second, before she’s sighing, hard under her breath, “fuuuck.”

she gets up on her knees, running her hands through your hair to gently guide your mouth down to the tip, her teeth teasing the bottom of her lip as you slowly slid the length into your mouth. it felt foreign, heavy on the tongue, but the texture was so lifelike, it almost felt like it was attached to paige.

“shit, baby,” she sounds out of breath as she thumbs your hair from your eyes, wanting to catch every dirty look you send up to her, mouth full and eyes watering, “god, you’re such… a slut.”

it must’ve been the strap or something, that had the endless string of dirty talk spilling from paige’s mouth, not entirely too uncommon and yet it had shifted the atmosphere completely. it felt lavacious, provocative, tantalizing even.

still, it makes the arousal pool between your legs, making you practically squeeze your thighs together again and again, chasing the feeling of some type of friction as paige pushed her hips up slightly, the tip only then touching the back of your throat and eliciting the first drop of a tear from your eye.

she notices, because she doesn’t miss a thing, and is slow as she pulls it from your mouth, eyes lingering on the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip from the tip of the strap.

she’s breathing heavy, blonde strands falling into her face, loose from the usual braid she kept her front pieces in as she grasps your jaw, “does that hurt?”

it doesn’t, but it makes you smirk that she even asks, shaking your head before you lean back now, head hitting the mattress as you open your thighs, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“you can make it hurt,” you suggest, and paige lets out a slow exhale, a teasing grin on her smile as she grasps it by the hilt, “you’re driving me fucking crazy, y’know that?” the words are hissed down at you, spoken between her lips, chapped from how hard she’d been breathing as she rubs the tip of the now warmed, messily lubricated length against your cunt, eyes narrowed and focused as she drags it up, then down.

“you’re so wet,” it sighs out of paige as if she doesn’t even realize that she’d said it, a whine puffing past your lips involuntarily, ready to spit some type of urgency towards her, until she pushes in, finally, and you fucking gasp.

it was unlike what you’d really ever felt before— especially having never been with men or experimenting with penetration on this degree. it’s thicker than you expect, thicker than paige’s fingers combined, and your back arches upwards off the bed, right as paige grasps your hip to keep you right in place. “shh, shh— fuck, you’re so good, baby.”

“ohhh- oh fuck, paige—“ the words come out in a mess of noises, as you fling an arm over your face to try and focus on the comforting rub of paige’s thumb, the smell of her cologne, instead of the stretching, hot pressure that’s collected between your legs.

it only takes a couple moments before it doesn’t completely hurt, but the second that it does, you can finally blink your watery eyes open, letting out a soft moan at the furrowed eyebrows on paige’s face, her own lips parted as she carefully gives a shallow thrust into you, the subsequent friction of the dull, now audible buzzing of the vibrator on the other end of the dildo against her clit and it’s obvious.

it’s in the way she grunts, tongue darting out to seek attention to her bottom lip. “s’that feel good?” she’s panting already, and it makes your stomach swirl in arousal, nodding quickly as she gives another slow, but shallow thrust that sends immediate shivers up your spine, a rush of rampant pleasure up your stomach as you let out a groan, “more?”

it doesn’t take long for paige to find a rhythm— surprising considering her dancing abilities— and once she does, you can practically sense the confidence that radiates off of her. it’s in the way she wraps an arm around your thigh to hoist your leg up, higher, higher, until your cunt is on full display, and she’s leaning atop you, pressing wet kisses to your breasts as she drags her hips into you, each push making you both shudder out a moan.

“shit, baby— so fucking— so fucking wet. wan’me to fuck a baby into you, huh?” paige always has a habit of going on these fuck-drunk tangents, ones that usually send you careening over the edge in due time, but this— it makes you mewl into her ear, the thick, heavy weight of the strap punching into you, deeper than you or paige could ever reach, and it makes your hips jerk upwards, wanting more of it, all of it.

for half a second, you hoped, by some weird anatomical technique, she could get you pregnant.

“ohhh— fuck! paige, paige— pleasepleaseplease—“ what you’re begging for, even you can’t decipher, but it’s really just to make sure that she rocks into you like that again.

and she does— again and again, drool collecting in the corner of your mouth from how long your lips have been parted, and paige looks at you, delirious and flushed as she drags her thumb over your mouth, wipes away the spit and reaches between you two.

before you can figure it out, you feel her finger tracing the outside of your stretched cunt, the wetness that’s collected there as she lets out a wanton sigh, something more high pitched than what paige usually grunts out, “stretching you s’good, baby— fucking- take it, jus’ like that— fuck, wanna fuck you stupid, baby.”

it’s almost too much. your head presses hard against the comforter as paige’s hips push flush against your own, the final stab of the length being inside of you makes your head swim, your body acting upon it’s own accord as your thighs, shaking, squeeze around paige’s hips, your stomach flexing and jumping as paige gives up whatever bit of composure or control she has left, before she’s quick to fuck into you without a single strand of resistance.

it’s hot, heady, and the sweat that collects on the surface of your skin is almost like a sense of accomplishment as her face falls into your neck, your thighs pushed impossibly high to give her the best angle, as she ruts into you. the slight curve of the dildo somehow gives a direct angle to your g-spot, and it punches a shout out of you, one that’s followed with a crying whine that even you knew was bound to get you both caught.

“fffuck— shhh- shut the fuck up—“ her mouth is on your neck in an instant, other hand quick to clamp over your mouth, but the friction against paige’s clit has her bottom lip quivering, struggling to close as each of her gravelly, breathy moans launch right into your ear, and it’s clear that she’s being greedy, grinding the strap into your cunt for the effort of chasing her own high, and it’s fucking sexy.

this deep, you can almost feel the fucking vibrator, and it reduces you into nothing— fingers twine into paige’s hair, sweaty and sticky, as she fucks into you with reckless abandon, the bed frame squeaking in protest, your cunt wet enough that you can fucking hear it, can feel it drip onto the bed below, feel it coating the sheets and paige’s thighs and you think she’s about to orgasm with how quick her breath has gotten, how shaky her hips are with each incessant thrust, like an earthquake pulsing through your body and it makes you sob, because it feels so fucking good, and paige is so deep, you can feel her everywhere.

“wanna cum inside of’you— ohmyfuck- please, wanna fuck my babies into you— iloveyou, so, fucking- so fu-ucking sexy, baby, fuck.”

it’s all gibberish really, a promise that makes you turn into a pile of mush, because you can feel your cunt tighten around it— delusionally, you imagine paige can feel it too— because even her declaration of love is enough to send you flying over the edge as your legs tighten around her hips, the vibrator nestled deep against paige’s clit until she’s coming too, and it’s a glorious thing to hear— ripping from her throat in a cacophony of throaty groans and whines that mimic yours, only deeper, grittier.

she thrusts into you, sloppy and out of control until you can feel her release on your cunt, spread against your thighs, the dull vibration now pressing hot and wet against you, so much so that it makes your body flood in aftershock, pleasure wracking through you in earnest as your body twitches and jumps, every embarrassingly high pitched noise ripping from your throat, as paige’s go muddled and unintelligible against your neck.

it’s like a cathartic release of sorts, leaving you feeling boneless and jellied in the wake as you slowly return to your senses, fucked out and exhausted as you try to experimentally move your hips, but the soreness between your legs is almost unfathomable.

“shit—“ you hiss as paige finally lifts her head, her own hand slow to guide the strap from your abused cunt, and it’s clear by, not only the tired, almost loopy smirk on her face, but the redness in her eyes, the wetness coating her lashes, that she’d enjoyed herself as much as you had— and while sex between you had always been mutual, it wasn’t often you got to see her fully release like that.

“was that good, hm? did i do okay?” she’s always quick to look for approval, her hand coming up to brush the tears from your face, to pepper a light array of kisses against your lips, chapped and puffy, as you let out a tired laugh, “fucking duh, that shit was… so hot,” you trace her blonde strands, plastered to her forehead, away from her face, “don’t think i’ve ever heard you sound like that.”

it makes her cheeks red, eyes rolling with a scoff, as she lets out a quiet laugh, already trying to play it off as cocky instead of flushed, “well- yeah, ‘cause, i was watching you take my dick.” you slap her arm weakly with a snort, wincing at her usage of words, “ew, you’re so gross.”

“and you’re so pretty,” she counters, before pressing a quick kiss to your mouth.

you both don’t really try to address the fact that there was probably no way you’d both been quiet enough to not at least alert one of the girls, but you ignore it anyway.

besides, it’s only KK that ends up putting you both in a group message the next morning, sending a string of angry emojis and a text that says, ‘bye. im moving rooms’.

you both laugh, because you know she’s not, and more so, you all three know it wasn’t the first time and definitely not the last.

[faetreides]

summary: king!aegon ii targaryen x afab rhaenyra’s child!reader

cw: CANON TYPICAL incest/targcest, boot worship, free use, public, voyeurism/exhibitionism (non con on the guards part 💀), hints of reader being just as much of a weirdo i’m sorry (rhaenyra can’t blame them tho), used a valyrian translator so if there’s any mistakes no there’s not <3, fucking on the iron throne as a celebratory end of work day thing, everything is 100% consensual on reader’s part, one use of “whore”, aegon’s pet names are all food related 🥴 (deadass almost had him call reader beer for the joke)

wc: 888 (🎱✨)

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not repost, translate, or give ai my work

last hotd fic for a bit bc i’m out of ideas

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“Ry paktot, ilagon ao jikagon, jorrāelagon (all right, down you go love).”

You and your uncle Aegon have the strangest end of day ritual. It always starts with you being shoved on your knees, his hands cradling your shoulders to protect you from the sharp iron throne.

All others are sent away from the room, save for a few guards that had been eyeing your body far too much for his liking. You were yet to be married but numerous whispers of your sexual exploits ran through the castle like wildfire. Aegon II Targaryen, was a king that one could not even sneeze in front of for fear of setting him off. So he is careful to keep those shrews' musings away from you, it was a feat of strength to coerce you into being as bold as you are now.

“Come now, elilla (honey). Clean my shoes so i can give your cunt the fucking it deserves.” He orders you, and you are all too eager, especially with the eyes of the uncomfortable guards on you.

You pray to the Gods that Aegon does not catch them looking with their peripheral vision, pausing your fun to murder more of the staff would really rain on your parade.

The shoes of your king are cleaned before you put your tongue to them, something that you’re almost disappointed by at this point. You are tempted to ask him to turn away the shoe shiner for next time.

His crown has the same red haze surrounding it that lives deep within Aegon, and it commands your attention all the same. You let your eyes softly fall shut as you run your wet tongue along the edge of his boot. The metallic tang has become an old friend, as well as any paltry specs of blood you find. You fear that you could possibly develop a craving for it.

You prostrate yourself before your betrothed as if you were a humming bird that had come face to face with Balerion himself. A house kitten mewling for the attention of a tiger. It is not unlike performing a blow job. Your lashes become the sheer curtains you look out of and your mouth fulfills its purpose.

You flatten your tongue and begin to dip into the crevices, getting every inch of his shoes slick with your spit. Aegon has his weeping cock in the firm hold of both of his hands, and he times his strokes to every flick of your tongue.

Your “services” last for what feels like an eternity. Your uncle’s eyes wander to keep the forcibly voyeuristic guards in check. You can hear their feet shuffling on the ground as they squirm behind you, and Aegon is so pleased by this that he returns his attention to his beloved pet.

“Prūbres (apple), that is quite enough. Come back up, darling.” He says while gingerly rubbing the heel of his boot into your cheek.

“Yes, qȳbor (uncle).”

You clamor into his lap, taking the initiative by lifting your previously stretched hole over his cock. One of his hands claws into the flesh of your hip to steady you, and the other positions his cock upright. Once you get past the pink tip, your walls are snugly wrapped around his entire length in seconds. You both groan as he bottoms out. Aegon wastes no time and digs his nails into your other hip, lifting you off of his cock until the tip catches against your entrance and swiftly dropping you back down.

“My whore, a jewel worth more than any found in my crown.” The word comes out between gritted teeth, but the thumb drawing loose circles on your pearl is kinder. “Not one of those filthy dogs will ever know the pleasure of a cunny as sweet as the one made for me.”

“They will not.” You whined, relishing in the red marks his nails were no doubt leaving on your jiggling ass as you bounced on his girthy cock. “Only you, qȳbor (uncle), only my king. They could hang for all I care.”

You have an awful habit for letting words flow from your mouth with no thought of their consequences. It’s not your fault though, you muse as Aegon scratches at your moving globes of flesh, your cunt takes priority more often than not. You ignore the spark that ignites in his soul at the foolish declaration.

His thumb stops teasing your clit and rubs it harshly up and down until your rapid bouncing ceases in favor of chasing that high. He only has to spank you a single time for you to shatter around his cock with an angelic and blissfully soft moan. You let your torso fall to his and you bury your face in his neck as his other hand travels to grope your other ass cheek.

Aegon spills into you with an embarrassingly long and loud groan, licking at the pulse point of your neck as he fucks himself into overstimulation. This is the only time he will allow the guards to drink your sex in, so they can gawk at the pure amount of spend that leaks out of your ravaged cunny. He pretends not to notice or enjoy the stares, spreading your fat cheeks to give them a better view.

“Leave us be.”

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Heyyy love you’re work! I strive to be a good writer like yourself one day! I was thinking how would the mercs react to a goth person like myself:) it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this! Have a love day!

I think to sum it up, all of them are completely clueless and stupid but could care less.

The TF2 Mercs reacting to a reader who is goth

WARNING: stupid idiots

Scout:

- Huh… A little interested occasionally, looking up and down you while he thinks you’re not looking. Not really much of a reaction other than the typical awkward glances people give goths to admire them for a spilt second.

- Has no fucking clue what kind of style that is. It isn’t his preference for sure but it looks good on you and that’s all that matters. Bullies you for something completely unrelated to the fact you’re goth probably.

- “Hey! Nice fuckin’ shirt chucklehead! Where’d you get that one? Grandma’s couch?” He says when he sees you in a somewhat ‘conforming’ outfit for once. He’s gotten so used to you wearing your usual, that he doesn’t hesitate to pick on you for not being edgy enough. It’s a pride issue for him. Normally Scout would wear stuff shamelessly and the fact you aren’t yourself right now is giving him vibes that you might have grown insecure in some way. He genuinely thinks this’ll help you. Backwards elementary school logic.

- He can’t show appreciation without being a massive fucking dickhead. It’s a certified scout L moment. At least his heart is in the right place I guess?

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Solider:

- Ingeniously freaks the fuck out because he thinks you’re one of Merasmus’ weird ghost apparitions. Nearly grabs you and beats the shit out of you in fear because he owes that wizard around $200 after a grenade-down-the-toilet incident and he doesn’t want to pay. Engineer and Pyro have to pull him off you. I am literally so sorry.

- “MOTHER OF JUDAH, PRIVATE! YOU LOOK LIKE A MORTUARY ASSISTANT BATHED IN BLEACH!” He announces. You have no idea if that was a compliment or not. It’s hard to tell. Soldier then quickly assumes you’re a weird offshoot of the hippie culture and you’re here to sell him weed. Aaahh there it is. Blissful stupid ignorance.

- After promptly explaining what you are, he nods slowly. Slapping you on the back heartily. “ALRIGHT PRIVATE! You’re clear. Didn’t know there was such thing as a goth.. Hippies sure are getting creative.” Idiot. Complete moron. Still thinks you’re a weird looking hippie. Just one who won’t sell him weed nor harbor the evil tendencies of one. What are these evil tendencies he speaks of? He can’t answer you.

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Demoman:

- Ignores you completely. You’re just another person to him with their own preferences in attire. This guy still gets stares in the supermarket for being a massive black dude. He knows what it’s like to stand out, explosively. Get it?

- Well.. At first he ignores you. But if you insist on wearing your style on the battlefield he’ll be a little impressed to say the least. Demoman likes confidence. He whistles to get your attention from the backlines and raises a drink to you. “Keep at it! Show ‘em with your damned fangs! Maul those wee willy fucks straight to the—“ He gets hit by a train mid taunt. You stare blankly at the sight. Deadass no clue how to respond. You’re in awe at his lack of self preservation for one thing.

- Demoman is in the kitchen that night drinking god knows what brand of alcohol this time. He sees you and goes “AAAYY! There’s that crazy son of a betch wit’ the victorian thing goin on. Cheers to you.” He compliments. It’s not a heckle. It’s genuine admiration for your shamelessness. Being weird in that way is the easiest way to get on his good side.

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Engineer:

- No response. Much like Demoman’s lack of response. Looks at you for maybe two seconds then looks away to avert any suspicions he’s trying to be rude. Calls you stupid nicknames like ‘ghost getter’ and “Weirdest display of caltholicsm he’s ever seen.’ …. Wait a second that last one wasn’t a nickname.

- You’ll rarely get any comments about the matter to him. He’s too busy with other stuff to make fun of something so particular. Especially something that doesn’t concern him. (Not to say he doesn’t love insulting people’s looks from time to time. But you’re a teammate! You’re on his side!) If you have a counterpart on the enemy team then by god he won’t hold back on the roasts. Everybody gets fuckin’ spat upon regardless of who they are. He makes fun of everybody equally.

- Asks you if his creations are nifty. For some reason he mistakes you with Steampunk full on old dad style because he’s “heard about ‘em darn tootin kids and their crazy fashion in the newspapers.” And thinks he’s somehow relating to you. That you have a common interest. You have to suppress your laugh here. Same energy as pokey-man. Cornflake’s confused but he has the spirit. The whole culture explained to him is when he starts fucking assuming you’re catholic by the way.

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Heavy:

- Concerned at first. “Who in your family is died..?” He asks after awkward silence on the bench. He has his eyebrow raised in intrigue. “Was it murder? Heavy will crush them for you.” He offers. He had good experiences with you beforehand so he has no reason not to offer such things. Heavy mistakes your attire for mourning attire.

- You sheepishly explain to this old dude why you were sporting full on black. Expecting a weird or strong response back. To your surprise he just shrugs and looks away again with a gruff “Hm.”

- He then looks at you again after a few more minutes and sluggishly asks you a barrage of typical old man questions when they don’t understand something dark and gritty. “So do you live in a big haunted mansion?” “Do you have some pet bats? Do you like scary music?” “What do you do as a hobby when you’re this?” And other things in broken english. Each answer seems to get through to him and make him either nod or shrug. He’s very cooperative and trying to understand. Seems to not like the idea of himself sporting such things and feels the need to mention that to you for some reason. Give this guy a makeover and he’ll begrudgingly cooperate.

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Pyro:

- Pyro gasps childishly when he sees you. Each little spot of black or dark hue on you is showing up the direct opposite in their point of view. You have rainbow hair, rainbow everything. They think you’re a candy princess/prince/monarch that’s come on a white stallion. They’re giddy with excitement and jump up and down. Clapping their hands.

- You’re throughly confused. But you figured it was because Pyro had never seen someone wear something like this before. “It’s goth, Pyro. You like it?” You ask. Pyro glomps you. Straight up fucking hug tackles you and spins you around like an unfortunate house cat who’s just been spotted in the street by a stranger.

- You’ve become the rainbow unicorn candy ruler of all imagination and happiness and you don’t know how or why but you accept your fate. Pyro has made you a throne out of candy wrappers and you feel guilty often if you don’t use it. You got to admit a lot of unnecessary work went into that thing. Same with the crown he provided you. (It’s an actual crown made of diamonds and you don’t wanna know where they got it.)

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Sniper:

- You swear you just saw a shocked blush crawl across his face. But he looked away before you could take a good look behind those sunglasses of his. Sniper’s unironically attracted to the aesthetic on other people and he secretly thinks it’s a fine piece of art but isn’t willing to admit it. He always had a thing for edginess and overall darkness. Sniper listens pretty frequently to early rock on his camper’s radio and doesn’t shy away from the occasional greaser jacket.

- “Nice look, mate..” He says on one of his good days. He plays off as indifferent and nonchalant but you can tell he’s hiding his slight interest in being your friend. Every little attempt to ignore you reeks of ‘come get me.’ Sniper’s social ineptitude is just sad at this point. Eventually you just shake your head and smile lovingly and accept his stupid efforts. Your suspicions are eventually proven correct when he accepts a drink with you.

- Hyperfixates on you like you’re some sort of fucking anime character. Can’t get the way you express yourself out of his head. You’re the most colorful thing in this godforsaken desert and that says a lot because you wear black.

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Medic:

- No. No. no. Anything but him. ANYTHING BUT HIM. DEAR GOD PLEASE!!

- Prepare to get bombarded by a tsunami of questions that extend into two hours. Medic cannot control his curiosity and at one point asks you multiple times if you’re a demon or something because of how excited he is. The others rarely see him act like a puppy this much. His evil autism is activated. Turn tail and run. He’s sort of bouncing on his heels. It kinda reminds you of Pyro.

- “Oohohohoho! What an extraordinary specimen! Your oddities will surely aid in my understanding of how psychology works! Here! Sign this paper that says you acknowledge any drugs I pump into you aren’t supported by the FDA!” He hands you a clipboard and bounces again wildly. His happiness is rather contagious and you blindly sign it because you’re too focused on his child like energy and how adorable it is. He’s like a teenage girl who’s seen her fucking idol for the first time. “You see our aesthetics and personal preferences for color appear quite differently from person to person and depending on how you grew up—!” He goes on a psychology rant.

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Spy:

- He’s judging you. It’s as clear as day. He’s walking around you and examining your attire with his hands behind his back. As if you were some prized show breed who was being accessed for the finals. He lifts an arm up, tsks when he sees the seams in your clothing and disappointedly glares at you. Then just straight up walks away. By far one of the weirdest responses you’ve ever gotten. But then again should you be surprised? Spy is a drama queen and all you needed to do was take one good look at him to know that.

- Next thing you know, you have an entire box full to the brim of more gothic clothes off to the side of your bed when you wake up the next day. There wasn’t any letter nor indication of who it was. Which rather indirectly told you who it was. All the clothing was super, super expensive and straight up unreachable in some way. You find it especially alarming how it’s basically an entire box of things you personally expressed wanting to the other guys but couldn’t obtain due to the price. You swore Spy wasn’t there during that time.

- Ugh.. Of course. It’s all clear to you now. He hated the state of your current clothing and to save his poor snobbish eyes he bought you an entire wardrobe of it, he even bothered making outfits folded nearly together and they made sense. Which made you hate him more.

[onginlove]

behind the mask

pairing: 42!miles x black!fem!reader

summary: y/n only knows prowler as prowler, not miles.

warnings: cussing

a/n: i saw a post abt this and used it as inspo for this fic ❤️

masterlist | taking 1610 miles requests

i was sitting in class with a group of girls surrounding me, asking me to tell more stories about my “so called boyfriend”.

im dating the prowler and nobody believes me. yea, the prowler. he’s often seen as a villain but he’s really a vigilante and sweet man.

“and he gave me flowers!”

“deadass?”

“yea, i still have them. i can bring them if you want.”

the group of girls shared a glance and chuckled

“yea, you can ‘bring your flowers that the prowler gave you.’”

“you don’t believe me, do you?”

“cmon, you think the prowler would date you? puh-lease.”

i mean, she’s not wrong. why would the prowler date me?

“i- i have nicknames for him.”

“like what? boogie bear?”

“actually, i sometimes call him pumpkin.”

“yea ma?”

we all turned around to see miles head lifted with our full attention.

“oh, uh, im on the phone.”

“weirdo.”

MILES POV

i smacked myself in my head to realize how embarrassing that was. honestly, it’s weird seeing my girlfriend at school, especially knowing that we don’t talk. well, that she don’t talk to miles.

i quickly went back on my phone and tried to play it cool but i could tell i was still getting some stares

i need to shut up

-

as i wait for y/n to show up at our usually spot-a roof top in the middle of the city.

i hear the roof door open to see y/n with a big smile on her face

“hi!”

“hey! took you long enough.”

“sorry, the streets were a lil crowded.”

“nah, it’s aight.”

“i have the craziest thing to tell you.”

“what?”

“there’s this guy in my class, his name is miles, and when I said one of your nicknames, he answered to it.”

“really?”

“yup. I can’t ever imagine him being you, or a prowler even. he’s a good kid, a lil twig, he barely talks, and get his work done.”

“so, your saying im a bad person that talks a lot?”

“nonono-“

“don’t worry mi sol, i know.”

when I went to go sit by the edge of the building, she quickly followed and sat next to me

“miles is good a basketball though. like, really good. there is a chance.”

“because of his athletic-ness?”

she just chuckled and put her hand on mine.

“will you ever show me who you are?”

“when the time is right.”

she startled at me with a smile and turned back to the city. she then leaned into me.

“yea.”

comment if I should make a part 2 @faeriesberries

[sammysficfactory]

JJK men’s reaction to you calling them a whore/slut

characters: nanami, gojo, geto, and toji

notes: if you want me to go more in depth for a character lmk!

Nanami Kento

oh em gee

he is SHOCKED

have you no shame? no decorum?

“You look like a whore when you wear your suit without a blazer.” you deadpanned.

“Excuse me?” Nanami is thoroughly confused, hoping he didn’t hear you correctly. But he did. And who could blame you?

“You heard what I said.” You shrug.

he would never admit it, but he liked it

the way you said it so outright threw him for a LOOP honey

if he were a rich woman he’d be clutching his pearls

“Don’t say it like that. Just say you think it’s nice and move on like normal people do.” Nanami rolls his eyes at you. If you looked close enough you could see a light pink dusting the tips of his ears.

you laugh at him for being flustered

but you’re a good person so you suppress it a little bit

as you call him a whore more often he gets used to it

don’t get me wrong, it still flusters the hell out of him

but he’s accepted it as part of your relationship dynamic

Satoru Gojo

i can’t even lie to you

gojo would like it

“You look like a slut in that outfit.” You say in a nonchalant fashion. Gojo smirks.

“Do I look like a slut? Or do you see something you like.” he leans forward to you, the proximity of your faces distressingly close.

if you thought his ego was big then

i can promise you it’s 10x bigger now

“You want me so bad.” Gojo laughs smugly. You scoff.

“You wish.”

the truth is you DID want him

he was in that black tee and wearing sweats😩

I CANT BLAME YOU

despite the two of you being in a relationship gojo loved to tease you like you were still single

gojo probably bites his finger every time he thinks about the first time you called him a slut

every few weeks he texts you ‘remember that time you wanted me so bad that you said i looked like a slut? i do🤭’

he be swinging his feet back and forth as he types it out

Geto Suguru

if he’s nothing else, he’s definitely gojo’s friend

he’s a good sport about it

“You look like a whore when your hair is in a bun.” Geto does a double take.

“I- what?” He’s confused. One moment you were sitting in a peaceful silence with your boyfriend, and the next you’re calling him a slut?

very confused about the train of thought you took to get to that conclusion

but after a few times he gets used to it

and his replies are definitely something

“You look like a slut in those glasses.” you say flatly. Geto sighs,

“Come slut me out then.” he says, leaning back and spreading his legs slightly on the couch.

when you hear him say it for the first time you almost caught whiplash

you for the first time in the entirety of your relationship, were at a loss for words

it was BAD

you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish bc you couldn’t find anything to say

you in fact do slut him out once you gather yourself

he’s smug asf for the next week

Toji Fushiguro

he’s shocked too

but his reaction was a lot different

“Toji, you look really slutty in that outfit.” You eye him up and down.

“Bitch?” he quickly apologizes for his knee-jerk reaction.

“Watch that bitch word, Toji! Deadass.” You narrow your eyes at him. He already knew how you felt about that word.

he saw his life flash before his eyes when he said ‘bitch’

he’s super smug too

he isn’t as bad as gojo or geto though

it becomes a running inside joke between the two of you

toji would do shit like send photos of his outfit and say ‘feeling extra slutty today’

and it might make you chuckle a little when he sends them

“You’re not going to the market with me looking like a whore Toji, go change.” you joked.

“Wow, are you slut shaming me right now? I thought you were a feminist.” He accuses you in fake shock.

“I’m getting women’s lick back.” you justify yourself.

does it sound kinda weird to other people? yes

but did you care is the real question

the answer is no

[lueurjun]

sunghoon as your nerdy bf!

nerdy bf!sunghoon x popular!reader in which his love for ice pales in comparison to his love for you.!! written on 0 hours of sleep because i’m too warm and i’m simping for hoon rn. this may be longer than my other ones i’m not sure.

idiots to lovers type beat

bc you’re an idiot and so is he

little matching stupid heads the both of you <3 i just love it. i love you both. i ship you both

anyways let’s start

mans can’t stand you

or at least that’s what you’ve made yourself believe

you’re everyone’s favourite person, the type of person who just is so nice to everyone and has such radiance that it’s almost intimidating but you would never hurt a fly

everyone loves you as they should because if they don’t they’ll have to deal with me

me and my 5ft ass will protect you bby don’t worry i’m strong get behind me

everyone loves you but him

idiot boy:D

well you assume so anyway

idiot person:D

you’ve been crushing on him since you met him on the first day of high school

he handed you a pen when he realized you didn’t have one

acts of service type beat

boy you were hooked

bc a hot asf boy with the kindest eyes just gave you one of his pens because he noticed you didn’t have one

HE NOTICED YOU

but like who wouldn’t? ur perfect. forget sunghoon let me have you

anyways yeah he let you keep the pen which means he definitely wants to marry you

but no seriously he completely blanked you after that

whenever you were in the same vicinity as him he’d not even glance at you and if he did meet your eye, he’d just be stone faced

he kind of just avoided you which made you think he didn’t like you

which hurt but you weren’t one to push. if someone doesn’t like you, that’s a them issue and you’re not about to let it get to you

bc why should you? iconic if you ask me

but no yeah sunghoon disliking you stings a little

one day you kinda bring it up to jake who is a mutual friend of you both and casually just ask why sunghoon doesn’t like you

mr sim is baffled

“huh? wdym? my sunghoon? ice skating obsessed sunghoon?”

and you’re just like :O you had no idea he was an ice skater and your crush on him expanded tenfold

because that’s hot

that’s really hot

“yeah? why doesn’t he like me? did i do something?”

jake can’t believe what he’s hearing

wanna know why?

BECAUSE SUNGHOON DOESNT DISLIKE YOU

he has a crush on you<3

and he has since he gave you that pen

love of first sight trope fr

he keeps his cards quite close to his chest usually but he never shuts up about you

and he thinks you dislike him

because you make an effort with everyone but him

but that’s only because you think he hates you

idiots i’m telling you sweet little love sick dum dums

cuties though so i’ll let it slide

anyways jake quickly assures you that sunghoon just gets nervous around you

which gives you the confidence to strike up a conversation with him the next time you see him

it’s so awkward at first but he loosens up and the two of you actually learn a lot about each other

then you start texting

and then hanging out

and soon enough you’re pretty much just dating

like it’s just a natural thing? no asking or anything you kind of just establish that you both have mutual feelings and so yeah… you’re dating

LETS GET ONTO THE RELATIONSHIP BC THIS HAS GOTTEN VERY LONG

carrying each others things and no one can convince me otherwise

you carry his jacket for him when he isn’t wearing it and he holds your bag or your water bottle

protective hoon! always sending silent glares whenever anyone stares at you in a way he doesn’t approve of or if they’re mean to you

boy will use the bottom of his skate as a weapon if need be

test him. hurt the love of his life. go on. i dare you

the first time you see him skate you deadass nearly faint

because why does he looks so??? hot??

like he’s in his element and you find that so attractive

if you can’t skate already he definitely teaches you

holding your hands and gently guiding you, refusing to let go until he’s certain you’re 100% comfortable and safe

tying each others laces

he’s not the best with PDA but will most likely have a hand on you in public whether that be your waist, lower back, thigh. he just likes to be touching you

you running your nails down the back of his head and nape, gently tugging at his hair in a way that’s relaxing and not painful

KILLS HIM. HE LOVES IT. DO IT EVERYDAY

jake pouting that you stole sunghoon away from him

“yo i regret assuring them. go back to thinking he hates you pls. i want my best friend back”

“cry about it jake. he’s mine”

no but his friends are relieved that you’re finally together

they could not handle listening to him cry about you any longer

sunoo deadass almost locked you in a room together

“i was gonna do that but jungwon said that might be a grey area for kidnap so…”

biggest baby for you in private

the second he gets you alone, sunghoon is smothering you in love

he likes when you trail your fingers across his face because it relaxes him

definitely sprays his clothes in your scent when you’re not around because it comforts him and he can’t sleep without it

you do the same with his

both of you are terrible for leaving your things in each others rooms

“hoon did i leave my ipad in your bed?”

“y/n i think i left my watch on your bedside table”

he’s extremely shy and prefers to fade into the background

which is kinda hard when his partner is one of the most loved people on the universe

you seem to just know everyone

standing behind you holding onto your hand like a little lost puppy whilst you stop to talk to a friend in the street for the thousandth time

he hates parties but will always attend if you ask him to just to make sure you’re okay

let’s you have your fun but kinda shrinks into the corner and keeps an eye on you from afar

definitely the type to find a pet and just sit with it because he’d rather be in the company of a random dog than drunk sweaty bodies

but he loves you sm so he will never complain about attending

jay once found the two of you curled up with a random cat outside asleep together after a particularly extreme party

it was the oddest but kind of cutest thing he had ever seen

until you woke up and threw up all over his shoes

“i swear i hope he breaks up with you”

“leave me alone jay, i’m fragile”

always holds your hair back and rubs your back gently

sweetest bf to ever exist<3

[twyftwyt]

hey, guys, remember that one time i wrote a noah headcanon on manhandling? yeah, i’m bringing it back. enjoy the torture x

great heavens, what have i done…

ladies and gentleman 🦦

i’ll hop right in, cause i don’t wanna be a tease, we have enough of that in the eyes of noah sebastian.

now in regards to the manhandling thing, i don’t even mean it in a sexual way (but yes, i do but later on). i just imagine him opening and holding the door over your head so you can walk right under him. that shit makes him feel good and it makes you look even cuter in his eyes. i’m sure he loves to see his women in his shirts. someone mentioned wearing the band’s shirt and yes, i agree. seeing how arrogant he has admitted to being, i can totally see him making comments on you wearing his bands merch.

“look at you, what’s that say? turn around. bad who?” while smirking at you.

putting you in front of him in pictures so he can lock you in his arms. leaning on the door frame while talking to you (as a form of teasing, of course, this man will do just about anything to watch you suffer). getting things off counters that you have trouble reaching but i do believe he’d also enjoy watching you struggle to get it yourself. he’d deadass sit down and watch you climb the kitchen counter to reach the top drawer only to laugh at you. and i am sure he likes to fuck with shorter people. like putting things away in unreachable places so you have trouble getting them and whining for him to help you and practically having to beg him to give it to you? (don’t get distracted, i’m talking about the cereal he hid away)

now if we have to get a little spicy 🌶️

i can totally see him saying stuff like

“oh, you can’t take it? that little body of yours can take a little more pain?” while holding you down by the neck and slapping you all around

receiving texts in the middle of the day like

“missionary so i can wipe your tears from your eyes as i tell you how proud i am of you for being such a good little whore”

or

“you’re cute. i wanna train you to never cum without my permission”

or

“you’re too small and dumb to cum unsupervised”

or

“i think i’m just gonna use you as my little fucktoy tonight”

or

“oh, you feel embarrassed for what you did? then why are you so fucking wet, huh?”

or

“i’m the only one who’s allowed to do this to you.”

like he’d call you “dummy” and “silly” as a joke but he means it in a way that is “you’re not safe without my supervision”. and he likes to know you obey. and when you don’t, well…

let me tell you, this man reacts quickly and he reacts with violence, so you better do as he says.

oh yeah, and he’s definitely the “drop the attitude” type of boyfriend and he really, really wants to hear “and if i don’t?” type of answer, cause this man loves being tested. i just feel it in my bones.

oh yeah, and he will for sure smile at you while watching you beg for it.

yeah, this got a little out of hand and is not only “manhandling” but hey 🤷🏻‍♀️

[literaryavenger]

Broken - part 4

Summary: You get woken up, still in Bucky's bed, by a very unpleasant guest.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Tony being an insensitive asshole. Reader still being dramatic, lol. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.4K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: I finally finished this chapter! I have some ideas for like one more chapter but after that I do not know where to go with this. excellent. Yes, it will take a while for me to keep going. Sorry. It's also getting harder to choose a Bucky photo to put here, lol.

Masterlist

You wake up to the sound of someone near you yelling. Again.

Slowly, You open your eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the morning light.

After you’re no longer blind, you look for the source of the noise that woke you and see a very angry looking Tony yelling at Steve.

Something about 'how dare he go near her' and 'if she gets hurt I'll kill you both', those are the only things you're able to understand between the yelling and your still half-asleep mind.

It takes you a second more to realize that you’re not in your bedroom, so you look next to you and see Bucky already awake, watching the scene that's unfolding before you without making a sound.

The fear and hurt on his face are like a bucket of cold water that wakes you up completely.

You turn back to the other gentlemen and, finally, you’re able to comprehend what's happening. 

Apparently Tony and Steve went looking for you in your room to talk about yesterday and, not having found you there, asked Jarvis where you were.

The AI promptly snitched on you, and Tony came barging in to 'save' you from Bucky, Steve hot on his trail.

Steve obviously wouldn't let Tony hurt him, so, Tony being Tony, is being a dramatic bitch acting as if he walked in on Bucky straight up choking you and not the a good way and not just two grown ass adults peacefully sleeping.

So Tony started yelling about wanting to do something drastic about the situation and waking up both you and Bucky in the process.

Because fuck sleep, right?

You’re not really sure how long the current events have been going on for, or how long you just sit and watch after waking up, trying to get a handle on reality.

All you know is that the moment the words 'he's gonna kill her and it's gonna be your fault too' come out of Tony's mouth, you've had about enough of both of them.

You take both of your shoes, which were in front of the bed where you left them the night before, and throw them at the screaming idiots with as much strength as you could master which, when you train everyday with a trained assassin that pushes your limits further and further, is a lot of strength.

You hit Steve in the back of his head and Tony deadass in the face. Thank god for Clint's lessons. And for the fact that you were wearing combat boots yesterday.

The second Tony gets hit, he turns to the bed with a murderous look on his face, probably thinking it was Bucky, but when he sees you wide awake and with a satisfied smile on your face he quickly pieces things together and calms down a bit.

Steve is just confused, but when he also realizes what is happening, he looks kind of amused at the sight of you and Bucky on the same bed.

When the men's attention is finally away from each other and on you, you ask the question you’ve been wanting to ask since you were very rudely woken up. "What the fuck are you two dumbasses yelling for?"

Steve cringes at your choice of words but seems to think better of saying anything seeing that you're already pretty pissed at them.

"Hey! You don’t get to ask questions right now!" Tony’s still yelling and suddenly you wish you had more military approved shoes to throw. "What the hell do you think you’re doing sleeping with this monster?!"

"Tony, stop with the name calling, for the love of God!" Steve says, clearly as exasperated with him as you feel.

"Yes, for fuck sakes, Tony, stop. You can’t just keep showing up every time I’m near Bucky acting like he’s planning my murder!" You feel Bucky tense up next to you at your words, so you turn towards him "alright, poor choice of words, but the sentiment remains."

You turn back to Tony, who's about to say something, surely some more insults for Bucky, but you don’t give him a chance.

"I’m getting really tired of your judgment, of you thinking you know what’s better and making decisions for me. I thought I was clear yesterday: I don’t care what you think Bucky is, I have a brain of my own and can make my own decisions based on my own opinions. The Bucky that I met is nothing like you say he is, and I’m not going to avoid him just because you have hang-ups. I’ve been kicking ass since before you decided to play superhero and definitely can take care of myself. I don’t need to be saved from anything, especially not from Bucky, who’s been nothing but quiet and sweet and right now is about the only person in this tower who has never lied to me. Now, get the fuck out of here and, unless somebody’s ass is on fire or dead, do not bother me. And you better leave Bucky the fuck alone or I’m going to be pissed. Clear?"

You honestly didn’t think that would’ve been the end of it, but to your, and Steve’s, surprise Tony merely nods his understanding before stomping out of the room.

"Same goes for you, Captain Dumbass. Out, now." you tell the blond super soldier, who looks like he was dying to say something.

Thankfully, he thinks better of it and, with one last smile towards Bucky, leaves the room.

You sigh, relieved that they’re gone, but now the room is eerily silent. Just when you can’t take it anymore and are about to say the first thing that goes through your mind, Bucky finally says something for the first time since you woke up.

"Thank you." it’s so quiet that you almost think you imagined it, but when you turn to face him you find him already looking at you and he keeps going "You didn’t have to do that. You know, defend me. So, thank you."

"Don’t worry. He was being an ass, he deserved it." you smile at him "Let me know if he bothers you again, I’ll be sure to shove one of his helmets up his ass." he smiles at you, but it falls almost instantly.

"I don’t deserve your kindness…" he looks away from you and it breaks your heart a little.

"You actually believe that, don’t you?" you say quietly, more to yourself than him.

"Bucky, look at me." you say with the same soft voice you had yesterday while you were helping him.

You wait patiently until he looks you in the eye and when he does, you slowly move your hand towards his face. When he doesn’t pull away or stop you in any way, his eyes never leaving yours, you let it sit on his cheek.

"I hope you know that I really meant what I said. I don’t think any of the things Tony does. It doesn’t matter to me who you were, I see who you are now and that’s what’s important. Everyone deserves kindness, but, based on everything I’ve heard these past two days, I think you might deserve it more than anybody. The world failed you once, I’ll be damned if I let it fail you again. Okay?"

He looks at you with teary eyes and, before you know it, he's giving you a hug much tighter than yesterday, almost like he's afraid that if he lets you go you’ll change your mind.

"Okay." he whispers into your shoulder when you hug him back just as tight.

You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. There’s just something about Bucky that draws you to him and maybe, just maybe, the feeling’s mutual.

You let Bucky decide when he’s ready to let go and after a few minutes he does. You give him one last smile and then move to get out of bed, when his voice stops you again.

"Can I ask you something?" you look back at him nodding. "yesterday, at the gym…" he starts and you tense a little, knowing where he was going with this so you decide to cut him off before he even gets the chance to ask anything too specific.

"It was nothing, I was just angry and needed to work off some energy" you get up and put on your shoes while you talk "honestly sometimes I lose track of time while I’m working out, it’s no big deal."

He must’ve seen the change in you tone and body language, because he quickly says "I’m sorry, it’s none of my business, I didn’t mean to make you mad."

You stop on your tracks as you were making your way towards the door, turn around and look at him.

He seems to feel actually bad just at the thought of upsetting you, which makes you feel guilty for giving that impression. This was just a topic you weren’t ready to talk about.

"I’m not mad, Bucky, I promise. I just don’t particularly want to talk about it." he nodded his understanding. "tell you what, I was thinking of taking a quick shower and changing and then going to the big kitchen to get some breakfast. How about we meet in 15 and go together?"

He seems to hesitate a bit at the idea of going to the kitchen where everybody else is going to be, and you can't blame him.

You yourself would gladly avoid everybody, but the big kitchen is just better stocked than the one on your floor.

"C’mon nobody will bother you and, if they do, they’ll have to deal with me. I’ll make us pancakes." you add with a smile, trying to convince him.

Finally, with a smile, he nods. Nobody can resist pancakes.

With a victorious nod of your own, you leave his room and go next door to yours where you take a shower and change into some comfortable sweats.

About 15 minutes later you come out of your room to find Bucky already waiting for you, leaning on his door. As soon as he sees you he pushes himself off his door and smiles at you, then you both make your way to the elevator in silence.

It's a comfortable silence, not like the one before in his bedroom, this was one you didn’t feel the need to fill, and apparently neither did he.

You make your way to the kitchen and you pat one of the stools at the island, signaling at Bucky to sit. He does and then watches as you make your way around the kitchen picking all the necessary things.

You work in silence, but you can feel Bucky’s eyes on you the whole time. Not like it bothers you.

It isn't like when guys ogle you in bars, where you know what they’re thinking just by the look on their face, and is never clean thoughts.

No, Bucky’s gaze feels like being seen for the first time in your life.

Somehow you just knew he wasn’t thinking anything dirty, every time your eyes meet his and you give him a smile he gives you the cutest smile back, and you can't help but think that his face looks like a little kid’s on Christmas.

You somehow feel like he's just so amazed by you and he makes you feel like you're the only person in the world at this moment.

Every now and then a different Avenger enters the kitchen, but you do your best to ignore them all. You're still pissed and don't feel like yelling at anyone else today.

You finish making pancakes and make a plate for Bucky and then one for yourself. Knowing he's a super soldier and probably has as fast a metabolism as Steve’s, you give him a generous serving, still leaving plenty for everyone else.

Yes, you're angry, but you aren’t cruel.

You sit down next to Bucky and smile at him when he says a quiet ‘thank you’.

You watch people come in and out, throwing a thank you for the pancakes but then giving up when you won't even look at them.

That is, until Scott came in. He sits in front to you while he eats some pancakes, and when he's finished he tries his luck. "Hey, Cassie’s coming over later. Do you want to hang out with us?"

You narrow your eyes at him, pointing your fork in this direction. "Are you using your cute daughter to get me to talk to you? ‘Cause that’s a dick move."

You hear Bucky chuckling and turn your head towards the amazing sound with a surprised smile on your face, but before you can comment about it, Scott answers you.

"Can you blame me? You won't talk to any of us, what’s a guy gotta do to get his best friend back?" He says laughing.

You turn back to him and can't help but laugh at the pout he's giving you. "Fine, you win. Just stop making that face, please, you look like a sad puppy."

"That’s why it works!" he laughs victorious "She’ll be here around eleven. See you later." he puts his plate in the dishwasher and leaves. You do the same thing with yours and Bucky’s plates and then turn to him.

"Ok, so I have a couple of hours before Cassie gets here. Do you have anything planned for today?" he shakes his head no and you hum in response, but before you can propose anything Steve comes into the kitchen.

"Hey Buck, ready to go?" at Bucky’s confused look, Steve elaborates "We have a meeting with Fury. We need to discuss your hearing, remember?"

"Oh, right…" is all Bucky says, glancing at you before he gets up while looking at the ground.

He almost looks sad at having something to do today, even if it’s something important. Steve looks from you to Bucky a couple of times, but your attention is solely focused on the brunette, still trying your best to ignore Steve.

"Well, I’ll find something to do." you tell Bucky, getting a little closer to him.

"Come find me when you’re back? You know, to tell me how it goes?" you try your luck and, when he looks up, his eyes are a little wider, even if he was smiling, clearly surprised that you still want him around.

"I will." he says. You return his smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek before making your way to the elevator.

"Bye, Bucky." you say as you get on it, and hear him say ‘bye’ while the doors close, as you think about a way to make yourself busy for a little while.

You completely miss the way Steve grins at Bucky and the groan that Bucky lets out at his friend's stupid face before going his own way with him.

Part 5

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May i've NSFW request for mitsuri kanroji , kanae,Shinobu , and lady tamayo . sugarcube ~~.

With strong husband male leader who really love to suck breasts while Mitsuri Kanroji , Shinobu kochou,kochou kanae,and lady tamayo is breastfeeding their baby.

you don't need to write this request if you don't like it , i really like your blog .and also can you make it like a story .i hope it's not too much

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The Good Stuff

Ft. Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho, Kanae Kocho, and Lady Tamayo

Warnings: Lactation, breast sucking???, I deadass have no idea how to tag this. I really hope you guys get the point lmaooo- MDNI!!! Not proofread like at all.

MITSURI KANROJI

She’s often complaining about how heavy her breasts are since she had your child, saying that she gets mad back pains now and that it’s your fault

You don’t mind though (not when she’s got bazingas like that-)

She’ll just be finished breastfeeding the baby when she crawls into bed, her nipples still leaking milk

She doesn’t say anything though and just puts on a bra, hoping that it won’t stain her shirt or something

But you stop her, pulling her back to the bed and taking her shirt off. You look into her eyes as you attach yourself to her breast, suckling away

She can’t help the gasp of surprise that escapes her as you go to town, drinking that shit up like it’s water

To your surprise, it’s sweet. Much like the dango she was eating earlier.

It’s so… good. You just can’t stop. She might beg you, but there’s no turning back now. She’s flustered and you’re having the time of your life.

When it’s all said and done though, she’ll come back and shyly ask you to help her out. It’s embarrassing for her, but you don’t mind.

SHINOBU KOCHO

Shinobu is an incredibly confident woman, so when she comes to bed and asks you to help her out, don’t be surprised

She’s bold with her requests too, like “Be careful” “Softer” “Don’t use your teeth”

She definitely has no problem telling you how she likes it, and you don’t mind

However, the first time you tried her milk was something else. Shinobu was squirming underneath you as you lapped up the milk, relishing in its sweetness.

You’ve never had anything quite like it, and you just can’t get enough of it either. Occasionally, you’d look back up at her to check and see if you’re doing a good job

Oh yes you are

She definitely says “good boy” when you’re done helping her I’m sure of it.

KANAE KOCHO

Out of all of these lovely ladies, she’s the most embarrassed about it

She’ll walk into the bedroom with a sigh, allowing her tits to hang out as she frowns at the sigh. She doesn’t like that they’re bigger than usual, and she doesn’t like the pain they cause her

You offered politely as a joke, but when you saw her eyes light up at the idea, you knew you couldn’t deny her

She’ll be pretty quiet the whole time, letting out squeaks here and there as your teeth graze across her nipple

However, when she asks you to stop, fearing that she might pass away from embarrassment, you don’t stop. You can’t. She’s just so… sweet. You’d be one hell of a fool to stop now.

She’s still embarrassed to ask you, but is a little more confident the more you assist her like this

(She’ll tell you otherwise but she FUCKING LOVES IT when you look up at her, suckling on her breast like a child. It makes her feel things frrrr)

LADY TAMAYO

The boldest of them all. Girlie didn’t even ask before just shoving your lips onto her sensitive nipples

It was growing to be unbearable, and she wasn’t about to put up with it longer than she had to

So here you are, her hand on the back of your head as you lap away at the sweet sweet milk she’s made. Quiet moans fill the room as your other hand massages her other breast, making sure she’s fully content before pulling away

She is discreet about it, and makes hints here and there when she needs you to help. However, she doesn’t like to make a big fuss about it. Tamayo would just rather get it over with to spare herself the embarrassment

Girl has just stopped wearing a top around the house entirely just in case her breasts begin to leak. But we all know you don’t mind

Honestly, I think she’s a very private and intimate person, so I could really see her cherishing these moments

They definitely replay in her mind daily

She once made you beg for it like you were a child, relishing in the sound of your pleas. She totally gets off to the idea of you begging for her milk

Yeah she’ll never tell you that

[creepsopasta]

playing games with some pastas

includes; eyeless jack, jeff the killer, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, homicidal liu, kagekao

eyeless jack:

- bit of a sore loser. not good with games that make him rage or online games

- voice chat with him is crazy!! he is literally foaming at the mouth yelling and cursing he is so bad at games :(

- “jack it’s gonna be okay” “FUCK you”

- he is not very kind about his losses

- most likely ends up throwing the control at the tv and breaking it (bad ending)

- whenever he ends up winning he’s ecstatic he does not stop talking about it and will brag about it to you exclusively. just go with it okay he needs it for his already shattered ego

- 0/10 experience would not do again.. okay maybe he would if you talked him into it and told him how much of a great player he is

- “i AM awesome aren’t i???” “yes you are <3”

- the more you play together the more he’ll learn to calm the fuck down and just enjoy himself

- still rages a lot tho

jeff the killer:

- plays board games like candyland and twister

- he’s a fucking shark he’s got all this shit down he knows how to win

- anyone who gets paired up with him for game night is 85% guaranteed to win (unfortunately there is someone out there who’s better than him)

- gets PISSED over not winning twister fucking furious he is literally the most flexible guy in this house he can do so much with his body

- monopoly is his favorite game. he esp loves to play with the younger pastas bc they believe anything he says and he thinks it’s hilarious

- “NOOOO PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HOUSE” “your rent is $500,000, sally… it’s my house now”

- not a very avid video game player. he never really played a lot tbh

- good at everything EXCEPT connect four. do not make him play connect four he hates it he has terrible memories of it

- mastermind strategy planner. it’s a shame he doesn’t think this much at any other time

- boasts about it big time if you lose (you will probably lose) but might even try to let you win on purpose if he feels bad or sees you’re upset

hoodie:

- more of an arcade game guy. if you’re looking for like pinball games or pacman or space invaders or maze games or those weird money machines (that he kind of just. steals from) then he’s like great at all of them

- has spent hours honing his skills in his free time so you’ll be grinding for a while if you wanna beat him

- all the highest scores on the arcade machines are his. no one has topped them bc they’re fucking insane

- “wow you really have nothing better to do huh” [takes out gun] “that’s enough out of you jack can’t even fuckin move the joysticks around”

- tries to act like he isn’t competitive about it but he really super is

- thinks it’s just adorable that you think you can defeat him. no he will not be humbled by his lover of all people… that would make him a weak man

- goddamn merciless. no favors for anyone he revels in the rage he causes (see jack for more)

- if you’re a beginner he’ll take it easy on you until you learn the ropes and will offer tips but as time goes on he’s gonna be looking for a fight

- if he’s ever beaten, he will take it in grace and go straight from denial to acceptance

- does not rage that often. just hardcore practices until he’s like fucking unstoppable

masky:

- card player :(

- hates go fish tho he has such bad luck with it and everyone makes fun of him bc it’s like the universe does not want him to win

- good at boring ass stuff like solitaire or blackjack and if you ask him if he can play anything funner he’ll be like “oh so like rummy or spoons :]”

- no masky not like rummy or spoons… like uno or fucking play with some goddamn pokémon cards

- he’s so enthusiastic about it though so cmon just indulge him alright.. he literally has nobody else around him who’s into cards

- “okay so i win” “what… but we just started”

- he plays chess too!!! maybe you’ll find that more interesting?? he’s not very in touch with board games or anything this is the best he’s got

- deadass makes up his own rules if you don’t know anything about the game you’re playing

- “yeah so now you have to eat a rat. sorry babe”

- is never going to make fun of you if you suck at cards it’s not like he can beat jack in video games

ticci toby:

- dnd enjoyer he loves being the dm especially

- he, you, jeff, hoodie, lj, and occasionally masky have game nights and all you guys do is sit around the kitchen table trying not to curse each other out for doing stupid shit

- “c’mon guys this is supposed to be fun :(”

- doesn’t know that most of you have no idea how to play so he makes it super difficult

- has had to REPEATEDLY glue the die back together because jeff cannot stop snapping it in half

- “why does your dumbass partner always win this is fucking favoritism” “and then jeffery fell off a building and into the ocean 🥰”

- teaches you all you need to know about the game he will sit there for hours if he needs to just talking about the complexity of the rules

- he seems to have a lot of fun with it so everyone tries their best to not break the pieces or punch masky or yell at each other or punch masky

- better with snacks and drinks and lots of breaks so everyone can calm down and at least try to find some joy in the game

- 6/10 experience. would only try again without jeff at the table

homicidal liu:

- among us player… pisses everybody off bc he’s unfortunately very good at it and always imposter

- absolutely kills it (pun intended)

- no mercy he kills everyone including his loved ones this is a battle to the death and he is going to win goddamnit

- being imposter with him is some of the easiest shit bc he will carry the team entirely

- nothing to brag about tho since it’s a little space game and it’s really easy

- always knows who the imposter is if it’s not him he’s got some kind of foresight he will go out of his way to sabotage their chances at winning

- “would you love me more… if i killed someone for you 😇😇” “but you killed ME liu” “whoops”

- will stay with you for most of the game so he has an excuse for being innocent. once you are of no use to him he will stab you in the back

- relatively tame over voice chat. unless his brother happens to be there then it’s just jeff getting pissed off bc he can’t activate the reactor

- wakes you up at 2 am, phone in hand, smile on his face, asking “do you wanna play among us?”

- “liu, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” “ok.. :((”

kagekao:

- great at those games you play in your yard like frisbee or tag or hide n seek or maybe darts

- since the bitch can fly and run really fast it’s very unfair he pretty much cheats at everything and he thinks it’s funny

- frisbee with him is a literal field day. throws it so far you can’t find it ever again you’ll just have to buy a whole ass new one

- “what the FUCK kagekao” “🤷”

- laughs and makes fun of you for just not being as skilled as him maybe if you could fly you could beat him just get off the ground dumbass

- also likes to race but we all know how that’s gonna go (hint: he wins)

- unless he’s up against candy pop or something no one else really has a chance at beating him

- might help you a little bit if you’re struggling. like that one time he carried you up into the air and then dropped you because he thought it would be funny but then he couldn’t catch you in time so you ended up falling on lj and breaking one of your arms

- wrote you a little heartfelt letter about it later with a very fancy “sorry ❤️” in calligraphy and a few drawings of flowers (it did not help. your arm was still broken)

- really bad sport does NOT like to lose he will completely shut down

- little fuckin bastard

[cheqorb]

I really like your various! blue lock x android! gn!reader very much. Could it have a part 2 :3?

P/s: My English is not good and I had to use a translation tool to make this request, I hope you understand, have a nice day <3

WIRED HEART, 2.0 ft. chigiri, kunigami, reo, nagi

in an attempt to further develop the egos and train the upcoming football stars’ skills, the japan football association introduces a cutting-edge addition to their program; an android!

NOTES: hope you have a nice day too anon! you didn’t specify any characters so i just went with who i think are popular. and accidentally made this one way better than the first part? oops. also made reo & nagi’s way longer than the others?? idk how that even happened, i’m so neutral about those two i literally do not have a single opinion on them. deadass my fav character is chigiri so i wanted him to get five arrows instead of four.

pt.1 here! (ft. niko, bachira, isagi)

i love CHIGIRI, but he would definitely be the least enthusiastic about you (initially) out of team-z. as he came to blue lock to end his career once and for all, he isn’t exactly in the right headspace to interact with this…person..? thing?

in which i mean, why bother when you’re so perfect at everything? it’s practically the universe telling him that his dream wasn’t worth chasing before he could begin get his hopes up. like isagi but even more of a pessimist; a human will never, ever, reach the capabilities of a machine. it only further roots his opinions on himself and what the future holds for him, nothing.

i feel like a bit of bitterness might also reveal itself if you ever spoke on his reluctance to improve. he knows that you don’t mean to poke any fun at him when you ask why he doesn’t bother to train as hard as the others, he knows that you’re not being rude (on purpose) when you tell him he could exceed his current ranking if he just tried, he knows that he can’t lash out at you for doing your job. or rather, he should know that. he should understand why you’re doing this, but he doesn’t. he ends up telling you, essentially, to mind your business.

also, perhaps some slight jealousy because you’re an android? even if you got ‘injured’, it was temporary. one day of repairing would be enough for you to come back in mint condition, unlike his which would likely end his soccer career if it tore again…well it doesn’t matter, chigiri highly doubts you have the coding to comprehend humans anyway.

after finally getting his character development in the match against team-w, he does change though. it might not be instant, but he does slowly become more willing to listen to your advice and push himself to reach the number one spot. i don’t think he would apologise (not that you really care), at least not with words. it’s more-so his actions that tell you he’s sorry for his previous behaviour. he stays for the entirety of practice, even doing more than he should, become more talkative in strategy meetings, occasionally speaking to you, etc.

he’s still a bit awkward around you, but ‘in a stranger-turning-into-a-friend’ sort of way rather than an ‘i-hate-your-guts-and-wish-you-didn’t-serve-as-a-constant-reminder-of-what-i-could’ve-been’ kind of way. he does try to be nicer too! if you’re in a form of sleep mode or charging up power, he’ll volunteer to watch over you as he’s blow drying his hair. if you’re ever curious about some more human aspects of life, he’ll answer your questions (most of the time) to the best of his ability. small stuff like that.

KUNIGAMI is a sweetheart through and through; helpful, caring, the standard of any nice guy. i think he’s be just as kind with you as he is with anyone in blue lock, it doesn’t matter that you’re not human.

of course, he isn’t without his own skepticism. in my opinion, he has a more ‘traditional’ view of soccer. he might find the concept too detached from the values of soccer he’s grown up believing in: teamwork, fair play, the unpredictable nature of human players. could an android really be programmed to do all that? could it really manage to copy the dynamics and emotional aspects of coaching that a human can provide?

but then, he sees you in action and all of his doubts vanish, replaced by a newfound sense of respect for you as he acknowledges you not merely as a machine, but as a genuine trainer. he accept your criticism and follows them to a t, evident in his improved performance during one-on-one drills and general matches. this only reinforces his belief that you’re a good person! sure, maybe it’s just your coding that makes you help him, but you’re also the product of someone genuinely invested in the players’ success and improvement. that’s enough for him.

it also helps that you can adjust to any player’s preferences at a whim, as well as your build being quite similar to him. it’s easier to practice when he doesn’t have to worry about his partner being knocked over by the sheer muscle he’s got, in fact, he should be more worried about your metal body hurting him (which is pretty rare for a guy like kunigami)! if you need any heavy lifting done, e.g. carrying boxes or supplies, moving weights to another training room, or even just generic chores, he’ll gladly lend a hand.

now, if we’re talking about it kunigami after wildcard…even you notice the stark change in his demeanour, which says something. like, what do you mean you don’t want to be a hero anymore? when did your plays get so aggressive? do humans always change their mind this frequently? your curiosity is piqued but nevertheless, you don’t treat him any differently from when he was in team-z. he (somewhat) appreciates that. the two of you mostly just sit in silence if there isn’t anyone else around.

ever the business man he has grown up living as, REO isn’t exactly shocked when he hears about you. the guy reads finance and business magazines in his free time, no doubt he’s kept an ear out of the last discoveries in technology and whatnot.

and yet despite this, he’s genuinely taken aback when he sees an actual android functioning as a trainer. while you might assume he'd have anticipated such advancements in technology by now and he probably has, it doesn’t stop the feeling of raw excitement when he sees you. i mean, an android is a pretty big deal! i’m not sure if he would talk to you directly or admire from afar at this point, but either of the two would work.

though, with that excitement also comes an underlying sense of sadness. he’ll probably get bored of you someday, like the rest of the things in his life tend to go. the initial enthusiasm would fade away, and he’s left with boredom again. pretty sad, huh? but that’s just the way things go, reo thinks, nothing much he can do about that. much to his surprise however, seeing you on the artificial green fields of blue lock only makes him…more excited..? strange. well, at least he isn’t bored of you yet (i’d warn you though, the moment he realises that you won’t ever grow boring to him is the day you’ll say goodbye to any alone time you once had).

after that he sort of treats you like he does nagi, albeit to a lesser extent. basically forces you to hang out with them, “we’re the only ones who score anyway so should you pay attention to the others?” kinda attitude. of course (unlike his lazy companion) you make decisions based on pure logic and you won’t simply forgo your job like that. it riles him up even more tbh, after all, anything worth having should not be given to him; he should have to work for it. but no matter how much he tries, his words will never sway you or bother you in the least. also not sure if he’d give up or just straight up intensify his behaviour (can you tell i know his character just so well?)

once nagi leaves him in the dust for isagi however, his whole mindset changes. he’s got no-one else and nothing else going for him in blue lock, his own treasure abandoned him like dirt and the only thing on his mind is to make nagi feel as alone as he did (which doesn’t really work). even though you are an android who probably couldn’t care less about these dorks, you’re also programmed to make sure every player performs their best. which includes boosting their morale! eh, but it’ll take a lot more than a few words of encouragement to help this guy (again, i have zero clue if he would appreciate your ‘sympathy’ or hate it.)

on the opposite end of the spectrum, NAGI stands out as one of the few who genuinely couldn't care less about the idea of an android trainer. to him, it's just a "oh cool. anyways-" situation. he 100% forgets you’re even an android sometimes.

in the early stages of blue lock, nagi’s passion for soccer ranges from minimal to non-existent. at most, he thinks you’d come in pretty handy when he wants to laze about which appeals to him quite a lot. if reo ever feels too tired to carry him to the dining hall (hypothetically speaking of course, reo’s never had that issue) you could be a perfect substitute. robots can’t complain, can they? that’s one thing he would definitely like about you. he doesn’t mind the silence either, talking too much is a hassle anyway.

his only complaint about you now is that you care, way more than he thought you would. it’s not exactly what he was imagining. it’s kind of annoying. you nag at him: saying he shouldn’t skip practice, he should spend more time not being so reliant on reo, his attitude to soccer won’t earn him the title of the number one striker. that last one especially irks him in a way, but he won’t ever admit it. he doesn’t even know why his face slightly tilts downwards when you say that stuff, he doesn’t care. yep. he doesn’t care. not at all. nagi considers one of his actually positive traits is that he’s a pretty chill guy, so he doesn’t run into conflict with others all that often. your persistent, unwanted advice seems to be the exception here.

but, arguing with an android seems like way more of a hassle than just ignoring you. besides, even reo’s persuasion can’t convince you that he can afford to skip practice, even if he listed all of nagi’s talent and achievements as a player one by one. you only reply back in that same, stupid, monotonous tone as always. “exactly. talent is what has got him here. not skill.” can’t you just accept he’s good at soccer and let him sleep in? can’t you do anything but complain, and complain, and— ah. maybe he’s losing himself a little. he admits, no one (except you know who) has ever cared so much about what he did in his life.

following the loss to team-z and fueled by a growing curiosity, he’s much more interested in your advice. even if it doesn’t look like he’s paying attention as he’s playing a game on his phone, he is. nagi now wants to improve and beat isagi, his newfound determination is honestly a bit a jarring for you. i mean, this is a good thing that he’s so motivated now, right? must mean you’re doing a good job so far, good on you? he now wants to be better, he’s got the ego and wants it to expand further too, what more could you have hoped for? he doesn’t even realise that he finds your nagging a bit more endearing now.

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys Part 4

Summary: Preacher does the day shift and meets the supposed monster.

Words: 2.1k

CWs: Nothing major, but as with this whole series it skews darker than what I usually write

Christ, she had been unaware you could get DOMs from a threesome but here it was. She had been sore yesterday sure, but maybe the food and beer had been masking it because today she was in pain. No more pleasant aches and hazey horniness, something that was being sorely missed. Still, it wasn’t like bills would wait and she really wanted to actually do this place up, that would require funds and funds would require working.

Definitely the day shift, another night with those two maniacs and she’d be on bed rest for a bloody month. So she dragged herself up, showered and threw on jeans and a flannel that she could take off and tie around her waist if it got too hot. 

The way Alex had reacted to seeing her was odd, very odd. She knew plenty of people would drift through, pick up a shift and then move on, but his surprise that she was back was genuinely like he had been 100% positive he would never see her again. Had she come off as that flakey? She had told him that first day that she had moved here hadn’t she? Odd, very odd.

“If you don’t need me I can ask around.”

“No! No no, you can take the day shift. Opening is in 45 minutes.”

He was eyeing her neck, the bruising not really hideable. Ah, maybe he was weary about having someone working a ride that, for lack of a better term, was a ride. Understandable, people often underestimated how important the operator was on these things. There wasn’t really enough regulation and if whoever was managing the staff didn’t make sure they were decent it became wildly unsafe. One bad accident was awful for business. She’d need to make sure she was shit hot at her job today.

Alex felt like he was seeing a spectre. The girl in front of him shouldn’t be alive. He wouldn’t say he was disappointed as such, instead his initial disbelief was rapidly converting into mounting excitement. Were they keeping her? Some sort of pet? He thought they might have their hands full if that was the plan, this one was tough. There had only ever been one person before now that hadn’t been vanished and that was because Alex had practically begged for her not to be when Gaz had taken a passing interest in her. Not that she had appreciated it, was a hunter now, determined to ‘save him from himself’. He didn’t need saving, being a thrall to the 141 was a good gig, way better than falling in with the Shadows or the side show or God forbid the surfers.

“Ok, thanks. Are the people from the side show about? I was going to go by and say hi but it’s still kind of early huh?”

“I’d steer clear, not the kind of friends you want to have.”

That was weird. Alex was being so serious about it, genuinely like he cared who she was friends with. This place must be way more political than Coney Island and that was saying something. 

“Uh huh. Look Alex, can you just tell me what the deal is here? I am telling you now I am a good worker, but I need to understand how this place works so I don’t screw up.”

Oh yeah, they would definitely have their hands full with this one. 

“The only people worth talking to are the 141. You met a few of them the other day, the bike you left on was with them. The freaks butt heads with them pretty often. They can’t control that big monster of theirs, so stay clear. Graves and his Shadows run all the games, tight knit group, don’t really entertain outsiders.”

“Surfers?”

“Don’t get into the water with them unless you enjoy drowning.”

She laughed, and then laughed harder when she saw that Alex was deadass serious about all this. He acted as if she was working on a Boardwalk with a bunch of warring factions made up of fantastical creatures rather than a bunch of petty gossips who would get into petty fights.

“Sure thing boss man. I’ll be back in time for my shift.”

Yeah she would not be making friends with those 3 from the 141. Fantastic sex only did so much to make up for them being the kind of unsettling that meant she was flirting with danger in the unfun way, in the going to become part of the statistic in this city way. It was really her duty as an upstanding citizen to knock their egos down a bit anyway. Next time they tried it on she’d turn them down hard and fast, make sure they knew that she had as little respect for them as they had for her.

–

“It’s König right? Am I saying that right?”

If it was true that the side show workers and the 141 did not get along, then she would be making friends with the side show workers. Horangi had been decent to her and honestly she thought it was pretty shitty of Alex to comment about the big guy and call him a monster to be controlled. Not his fault he was huge. He was still sat where he had been before, the only one around this early in the day. 

“Perfectly maus. Come closer.”

He had a manic note to his voice that was admittedly a little unsettling, but she supposed that was part of the job. She chuckled a little at how he had purred to come closer, probably worked wonders with tourists. She knew the moment she got within distance he would lunge at her, try to make her jump out of the range of his chains and so she crept forward anyway and controlled her instinct to flinch. Instead she just grinned at him when he lunged, an offt of breath leaving her when he barrelled into her and crushed her tight against his chest. 

“Careful big man, you catch one of the hassled housewives like this and she’s going to fall in love with you.”

König drank her defiance of the fear she should feel like a fine wine. He knew it from when he had first seen her, that she wasn’t scared of him. Even when she had jumped that first time she had smiled at him after, as if in approval. And now that he held her she only trembled from laughter. How delicious a thing for him, soft little princess to make worship at his altar. He’d keep her in his cage with him, bully his cock into her until she took every inch, until she was screaming from the stretch of taking his knot. He’d take care of her, envelop her in him after and let her cosy up in their little den. Keep her warm and satiated and full of his pups. Maybe he’d allow for some tiger cubs once or twice. 

He wasn’t really letting go. And she could feel that he was hard, difficult not to with the size of it pressing against her stomach. Didn’t really think much of it to be honest, he couldn’t have just gotten hard from touching her as much as that would do wonders for her ego, probably just morning wood. Poor guy, there was no way he had ever found anyone to fit around that. She could feel herself getting wet on instinct, her body panicking and trying to prepare for an absolute railing that her logical brain knew wasn’t actually happening. As much as it would be a fantastic blow to the pride of the 141 to get under this man, her body was still sore and she reckoned it might be an idea to stick to pleasing herself for now rather than getting her back completely blown out. 

“Ooook. Going to need you to ease off now.”

König growled. It wouldn’t do for her to be such a bratty thing so early on. She should enjoy being held close to him shouldn’t she? Ah but she was only human. He forgot sometimes how fragile and delicate they were, how they liked to have independence. No matter, he could be patient. He could act like a human man, court her according to their customs until she realised how much she loved him. Then she wouldn’t ever want to get away. Better to wait until the marks on her had faded anyway, if he took her now he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he tried to cover them with his own.

“Sorry maus, many people flinch away from me. It is pleasant to hold you” he said, forcing his tone into something soft and appealing as he loosened his hold and let her take a step back.

“That sucks man, sorry. Make sure you get to just be you without the mask and the chains on your days off, I know it’s rough to be the monster in one of these shows,” she said with a sympathetic smile. 

She had worked a sideshow for a while. They had been desperate and she could do some basic contortion, nothing that impressive but they would take a decent back bend if it meant at least having something to fill out their little space. She remembered feeling dreadful with the way the more unusual looking performers were treated. It wasn’t so much that she had gotten fired for getting into a fight with someone over how they were talking to the bearded lady, but they had not asked for her to perform with them again.

So yes, she could appreciate that for someone like him it was a given he’d be a little messed up. But he had let her go and apologised plus Horangi seemed to like him so all in all, he seemed like a decent guy.

“Is Horangi about? I was going to say hi to him before work.”

“He will be happy you thought of it, but he is asleep. He is most of the time, very lazy cat.”

She grinned, thinking that she had found him similar to a cat yesterday as well with how he had nuzzled her. 

“Well it was nice to officially meet you König, I’d better be off but I’m sure we’ll see each other around!”

Of course they would, he would make sure of that. 

–

She wanted to pop into the video store before her shift but found it closed. Opening hours were only for the evening which seemed sort of odd, but maybe there wasn’t really enough foot traffic during the day. So instead she just floated back to the carousel and lingered until it opened, finding that the change of pace from the night shift was welcome today. It was hot and too bright but there was less of that dark mania about it in the light.

Rudy appeared at the carousel a few hours in, hair damp and salty and skin smelling of sunshine and seawater. He was delighted to see her in more or less one piece. Interesting though, that she had definitely been fed on but was still breathing. He didn’t sense the aura of a thrall about her either, so they weren’t in complete control of her yet. Johnny and him did like to play games sometimes, maybe this was one. He waited for her to step off for a moment to get the next group on, grinning at her. 

“Looking for a ride?”

“Not on a horse, but if you are offering one…”

She rolled her eyes with a groan, had walked right into that one. 

“Unfortunately I’m working, what a shame.”

She turned to go back on and he banded an arm around her waist to stop her, her back pinned to his chest. The people around here sure were handsy, but she was generally a touchy feely person so it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

“I would treat you much better than they did cariño, make love to you in the ocean until the stars came out.”

With that whispered little promise he let her go and just left. Just fucking left. Preacher was usually more suave than this. She swore she was good at flirting. But Jesus fucking Christ what was she supposed to do with that? 

Next time she saw Keegan the jury was out on whether she was going to kiss him or punch him for sending her here.

[starsomens]

great heavens, what have i done…

ladies and gentleman 🦦

i’ll hop right in, cause i don’t wanna be a tease, we have enough of that in the eyes of noah sebastian.

now in regards to the manhandling thing, i don’t even mean it in a sexual way (but yes, i do but later on). i just imagine him opening and holding the door over your head so you can walk right under him. that shit makes him feel good and it makes you look even cuter in his eyes. i’m sure he loves to see his women in his shirts. someone mentioned wearing the band’s shirt and yes, i agree. seeing how arrogant he has admitted to being, i can totally see him making comments on you wearing his bands merch.

“look at you, what’s that say? turn around. bad who?” while smirking at you.

putting you in front of him in pictures so he can lock you in his arms. leaning on the door frame while talking to you (as a form of teasing, of course, this man will do just about anything to watch you suffer). getting things off counters that you have trouble reaching but i do believe he’d also enjoy watching you struggle to get it yourself. he’d deadass sit down and watch you climb the kitchen counter to reach the top drawer only to laugh at you. and i am sure he likes to fuck with shorter people. like putting things away in unreachable places so you have trouble getting them and whining for him to help you and practically having to beg him to give it to you? (don’t get distracted, i’m talking about the cereal he hid away)

now if we have to get a little spicy 🌶️

i can totally see him saying stuff like

“oh, you can’t take it? that little body of yours can take a bit more pain?” while holding you down by the neck and slapping you all around

receiving texts in the middle of the day like

“missionary so i can wipe your tears from your eyes as i tell you how proud i am of you for being such a good little whore”

or

“you’re cute. i wanna train you to never cum without my permission”

or

“you’re too small and dumb to cum unsupervised”

or

“i think i’m just gonna use you as my little fucktoy tonight”

or

“oh, you feel embarrassed for what you did? then why are you so fucking wet, huh?”

or

“i’m the only one who’s allowed to do this to you.”

like he’d call you “dummy” and “silly” as a joke but he means it in a way that is “you’re not safe without my supervision”. and he likes to know you obey. and when you don’t, well…

let me tell you, this man reacts quickly and he reacts with violence, so you better do as he says. he’d just pin you down and say something in the words of “fuck, you’re so small and weak” in a voice that’s filled with list and sadistic pleasure and he’d just watch you struggle against his grasp, fully aware that you don’t really wanna escape and you’re just being dramatic and a brat about it.

oh yeah, and he’s definitely the “drop the attitude” type of boyfriend and he really, really wants to hear “and if i don’t?” type of answer, cause this man loves being tested. i just feel it in my bones.

oh yeah, and he will for sure smile at you while watching you beg for it.

yeah, this got a little out of hand and is not only “manhandling” but hey 🤷🏻‍♀️

yours truly,

🦦

AAAAHHHH GIRL I AM BLOWN AWAY I LOVED BOTH PARTS THE FIRST FLUFFY PART MADE ME SMILE AND THE SPOCY PART MADE ME BLUSH I LOVE. Especially like just imagining it and how that we got more visuals from the tour LAWD HAVE MERCY

Girl don’t even be shy if we ever collaborated (only if you want!) I’d feel so honored

my writing ain’t nothing compared to this YOU ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS EVERYONE GIVE THEM A ROUNF OF APPLAUSE 👏🏼 DAMN IT!

But rlly thank you for sharing this is AMAZING 😫 you’re so imaginative and creative 😩 I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE

I can’t add cuz this is perfect

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Lucio Slander

I’m choosing to be a menace to society starting with this ugly ass mother fucker.

Lucio desperately needs some mother fucking eye drops.

His hair is so gelled it cracks after he takes a shower and they’re still hair gel in it.

Mother fucker would go up to any Hispanic and say “My garden needs to be watered.”

Bro Fr deadass a colonizer

He makes Rika and J*sper look like saints. How tf is that even possible-

Bro dead ass is hated on by the whole damn city.

Bro is throwing tantrums at 40.

How tf does he cheat on Nadia- NADIA IS TO GOOD FOR HIM- WTF

Bro dead ass built like Ken from Toy Story 3

Bros hair line is dead ass reciting. It’s leaving to a whole ass another country.

bros the type of mf to say every single slur A-Z to remember his ABCs because he’s to dumb to memorize them.

Bro dead ass looks like a depressed uncle

He’s the type of mf to say he’s not white but say he’s actually 0.001% black so he can say the N- Word

Bros nose is built like a right triangle.

He’s allergic to anything spicy. He adds salt and pepper and says it’s the height of luxury.

How tf do you screw up so badly for your own momma to hate you 💀✋

I bet his mama really regrets not having an abortion

Bro dead ass in Muriel’s route cried “MAMA” and no one was there to help him 😭

Bro when you open up the app and press everyone they all have a cute smile and then there’s HIM- AND ITS SUCH AN UGLY FACE.

Bros hygiene is so down bad that a plague was coming back when he was coming back. Do you know how bad that fucking looks? 😒

Plague or no plague, the deepest HES ever been in a hole is the one that he came out of his mamas.

Everytime we see him as a goat it’s a whole ass jumpscare.

Bros Fr apology video is gonna be a Travis Scott one.

I bet he doesn’t even wash his ass in the shower.

His nails are so fucking dirty they’re all black and it’s not even from the plague.

Bro has an ugly crying face. How tf do people get manipulated by him 💀✋ like dead ass I could tell him the trash Can has 5 dollars in it and he’d jump in without worrying about anything.

Bros fake robo arm has all the damn diseases, AIDS, cancer, bitchlesscosus, diabetes, rabies.

Actually if he bit you in his goat form you would proceed to her rabies.

I like how everytime he appears everyone is so sick and tired of his always seeking validation ass.

He has the posture of someone who didn’t get enough love and validation from their father.

I bet he has lice, like both head lice and pubic lice. And some of the head lice are dead because of all that hair gel he be using. So they’re stuck there in the middle forever.

The remaining live lice sing gospel songs on his head and praying that someday they will escape his greasy head ass because even they can’t breathe.

He would make out with a guy and still refuse to wash his ass because he thinks it’s gay.

Bro is not on gang with his rizz gang.

Bros the type of mf to be so happy when someone gives him a Pat on the back. But when that person does give him a pat on the back their hand now has a fowl Oder that only Jesus can stop.

Mf has only a face a mother Can love. Actually I lied, not even his own mother could love what ever that is. 😟

I like how no matter the fan art and etc he’s still FUCKING UGLY- NOONE CAN DO HIM JUSTICE

Bro has enough ear wax to make him a candle for days.

Bros eye brows are some how splitting I bet his eyebrow lice also be singing Christmas carols

These bitches look the same 💀✋

[jvblood]

spring break

argyle x henderson!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: your bestfriend jonathan came back from california and he didn't come empty handed.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+minors dni), van sex (yet again)

a/n: well heyyyyy nice to see this again huh. anyways let me know how this is. let me know if this is piss and shit. deadass though, i have been getting schmoked out and literally just freaking finished this.

“Oh my god, Jonathan!” You screamed as you looked out your window. You rushed down the stairs, pushing past your mom and brother before finally going to the door and seeing Jonathan, your best friend ever since Will and your brother, Dustin, became friends. You and Jonathan were practically losers and were always drawn together. Everyone around you two always thought that the two of you were together, that was until he started dating Nancy Wheeler. His brother's best friend’s sister. Crazy.

“I’m guessing you already saw Nance?” You ask as you pull back from the suffocating hug that the two of you were tangled in. 

“She’s in the van right now, actually,” He says pointing behind him towards the pizza van. “We’re planning to go see Steve and the others, right now.” 

“Lemme go grab some proper shoes.” He nods as you run back inside to put on some regular converses on. You go to the nearest mirror and take a quick glance. You take in your appearance for a bit and rush out the door, grabbing your wallet. 

As you finally make it to the van, the door automatically opens with a guy with long hair, who is actually holding the door open for you. He watches you as you whisper ‘hi’ towards him.

“Oh, uh, this is Argyle, by the way.” Jonathan says as he puts the van into drive. You introduce yourself in a hushed tone, pulling your hand out for him to shake. He looks at you, then at your hand and finally remembers to reach for your hand to shake. It was as if he forgot how to function. Argyle couldn’t know if you could feel if his hand was sweaty, to him it felt like it. You, on the other hand, think it’s your hand that’s sweating. For what felt like a minute of hand shaking, the two of you finally let go. 

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” You ask.

“Argyle, do not get her high.” Jonathan says before Argyle could even say anything. 

“I wasn’t planning on it, dude.” Argyle calmly states. He finally turns back to you, “I actually work at the pizza shop that owns this van. My dad owns the shop, so that’s why we got the van.” You exclaim at the fact that the van was really his. 

“How long have you been working at the shop?”

“Ever since I’ve been driving.” He states very proudly. You shrug at the response, you were one to respect the ‘grind’. The two of you were mindlessly speaking back and forth, talking about his experience at the shop and how California is and how Hawkins is and what you do.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Nancy look at the two of you through the rearview mirror. It’s like watching two idiots falling for eachother. As the two finally look away from the rear view, they share a pointed look that you and Argyle couldn’t see. 

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As Steve and Robin finally ended their shift with Eddie and Vickie waiting for them at the store, the eight of you made your way to a McDonald’s to get something to eat. Just the older kids hanging out, no kid under 17 here to try and spoil the day. Everyone goes to wait in line to order, meanwhile you try to find a table big enough for you guys to pig out on. Argyle stayed by your side as you finally found the perfect seating. There were cushioned seats along the way while the other side had seats that were attached to the floor. You sat on the cushioned side while Argyle sat across from you. 

“So,” You begin, trying to break the unknown tension, “, you’re Jonathan’s new best friend?” You begin to tease. “Well, if I’m being honest, I can’t beat the original.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders.

“Why thank you.” You say as you bring your hand to your chest, meanwhile Argyle jokingly bows. The two of you begin laughing at how stupid you might look to any body around. 

“You know, Jonathan told me alot about you.” He says. 

“I hope it was all good.” 

“Nothing but good. I sorta thought you were like his girlfriend when he first talked about you.” Argyle scratches his head, avoiding eye contact again. 

“Oh my god–No! God no, Jonathan is like a brother to me–oh my god.” You revolt at the thought of dating Jonathan. “I mean like I sound like an ass but Jonathan and me, yuck!” Argyle chuckles at your reaction and scratches his neck.

 Finally as the others finally come back to the table with either own meals, you and Argyle finally go up and order your choices. You were contemplating on what to get, Argyle though figured out what he wanted. “Can I get the..filet o’ fish meal. Please.” You scrunch your face at his choice but you weren’t really going to judge it, you were going to remember that. “What about you?” He turns to you and asks. 

“I’ll just get an order of fries and a drink please.” You say as you reach out for your wallet. Little did you know, Argyle already paid for the two of you. “Argyle you didn’t have to pay for me.” You say as you hold onto his arm, lightly. 

“Nah, don’t sweat it dude. It’s like 2 bucks.” “Yeah, two bucks I had.” You tease as you pop your hip out a bit. “And you still have it.” He says, smiling down at you. You playfully roll your eyes as you put your wallet back into your pocket.

Meanwhile, back at the table where everyone was waiting for you two.

“Okay, I’m gonna say it right now, does she like the new guy?” Robin blurts. The other six have been watching the two of you interacting this whole time. 

“Great, so I’m not the only one who sees it.” Eddie says as he picks a fry from Steve. Steve tried to swat his hand out of the way but ultimately was late. “I’ve been in a car with Argyle for like three days, I’ve never seen him act this way.” Jonathan says as he puts his drink down after taking a sip. 

“And like we’ve been with y/n for like ever and not once does she act like this.” Vickie mentions. 

“Maybe this is a good thing.” Nancy suggests, trying to see the brighter side in all of this. Everyone nods their head, agreeing meanwhile Steve is on the cusp. 

“Yeah, but she just met the dude.” Steve mentions. He has this thing where he plays older brother with anyone remotely younger than him. He doesn’t know it himself but everyone else around him can see it a mile away. 

“And what about it? What about love at first sight, Stevie.” Eddie teases. This time Steve just gives him an unamused look and shakes his head pointedly. 

“Shit, they’re coming back, pretending like nothing happened.” Robin interrupted. Everyone snaps their head in different directions, trying to play it off as if they weren’t talking about you two. Everyone except Eddie. “Welcome back, love birds.” Everyone around him, drops their heads in ‘disappointment’ and exhales the breath they were holding in. 

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As everyone finally finished eating, it was time to go back to someone else’s house to hang out and let the food settle. Basically, the eight of you all were heading back to Steve’s house to chill. You, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle make it back to the van while Steve, Eddie, Vickie and Robin make their way to Steve’s car. You hopped in the back seat with Argyle, scooching over to give him his space. 

He’s sitting close to you, not that you don’t mind. His knee was grazing yours as the two of you were sitting next to each other. It was unspoken between the two of you that you both wanted to touch even more. Argyle on the other hand is only focused on the fact that your knees are touching. It’s like a burning sensation that is rising to his head. It’s all that he’s focusing on. You are the only thing on his mind right now and he wants more. 

As you guys finally made it to Steve’s house, the two of you finally exited the van. The eight of you entered his house and made your way to the living room. Robin pulled out a copy of Children of the Corn. “Not enough seats for everyone, so we seem like we gotta figure something out.” Eddie suggests. You could hear in his voice that he is up to something. 

“Welp, first comes first serves though.” He says as he rushes to the couch. Jonathan and Steve sat on the couch and there was one seat left. Nancy made her way to go sit on Jonathan’s lap, meanwhile Vickie and Robin already settled to sit on the floor, pillows supporting them. Just as you were about to sit on the floor, Eddie reaches for your wrist and pulls you into Argyle’s lap. You yelp as you feel yourself being pulled by Eddie. For some reason he’s playing matchmaker and it’s working. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry Argyle!” You apologize, before you try getting up, Argyle holds onto your waist softly. “It’s fine, stay.” He says, letting his hand now linger on your waist. 

“Perfect.” Eddie says underneath his breath. Steve elbows him for meddling between the two of you. Meanwhile, Robin puts in the tape for Children of the Corn and turns off the light.

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About thirty minutes into the movie, you were squirming in your seat. You try to get up to get yourself a drink until Argyle holds you back. You whisper to him that you need to get you something but he avoids eye contact with you. You look at him confused as to why he’s acting this way and when you try to get up again he’s still holding onto you.

 Then it hits you, you could feel underneath you that he was hard. You widen your eyes as you look down, you could feel yourself warm up with the thought of you doing this to him, then you turn your head left and right to see what the others are doing. 

Jonathan and Nancy have their eyes watching the screen. Steve and Eddie on the other hand have fallen asleep. Robin and Vickie are still on the floor, eyes glued to the screen as well. 

Thankfully, an idea popped into your head. You stretch your arms, ‘yawning’. You put on a display that you’re tired and wanting to go home. 

“Hey, guys,” you begin. “I think I’m going to go ahead and clock out. I’m ‘bout to pass out.” “You need me to drive you back?” Jonathan asks. 

“No, it’s good, I already asked Argyle and he said he’ll take me.” “Yup, I will take her.” He says, sounding a bit like a robot. You roll your eyes and get up, you grab Argyle’s hand and help him off the couch. You grab the keys from Jonathan and the two of you make your way outside to the van. 

The two of you are now outside, keys unlocking the van for you two to ‘leave’, “Uh–wow, I’m–god I’m sorry.” Argyle apologizes for his stiff friend he acquainted. 

“Argyle, do you want to have sex..with me?” You ask slowly. He nodded his head rather quickly and began to breathe heavily. With your lips still attached, he opened the back of the van and went inside, shimming to give you some room. 

He lays down, waiting for your next move. You crawl and straddle him as you begin to get more comfortable. His lips meet yours again eagerly as you make yourself more comfortable. You grind onto him mindlessly while his hands begin roaming around your waist. 

You pull back to breathe and he whimpers at the sudden loss of touch. The sight was to die for. Argyle lay on his back, his hair all over the place free. His eye brows were furrowed and mouth open agape, waiting for you to kiss him once more. You could feel butterflies in your stomach seeing him like this, with his hands on your waist nonetheless. 

You shimmy out of your pants and lift your shirt over your shoulders. Argyle looks at you with wide eyes, whispering wow underneath his breath as well. As you reached around to unclasp the bra, you could see his eyes were fixated on one thing. As the bra falls, he watches as your breasts finally rest with no support. He thought he felt drool going down his chin as he watched your movement. What felt like twenty years of doing nothing, when in reality was like five seconds, he attached his lips onto your nipple. Sucking your breasts and massaging them in an instant. He flicks your nipple with his tongue, causing you to whimper underneath him. 

All the while, Argyle is bucking his hips into you. Your underwear and his pants were the only thing between you two. With the way he was moving underneath you, it was making you lose your breath. 

“Do you need me to–uhh, finger you first?” Argyle cringes as he asks. You smile down at him, breathing heavily. 

“I just want you right now.” You coo. 

You reach behind you to find his zipper, as you made contact with his dick, he flinched. You begin pawing at his crotch, trying to find the zipper but ultimately fail at it. Argyle finally picks up at your eagerness and does it for you, releasing your tit from his mouth and pulling down the zipper. Pulling his pants down and underwear as well in the process, his dick was finally free. He looks down to see where the two of you so desperately wanted to be touched. 

His dick rests onto your ass, waiting to be inside. You look at Argyle once more, licking your lips. The sight before his own eyes could cause him to die. You straddle him, arms on either side of his head. Your mouth opens, breathing heavily aching for more. Your tits on display for him, waiting for him to put his mouth on them again and you in the way of his dick. There he could feel your ass instead. 

“I want you so bad.” Argyle whimpers. 

The two of you finally make eye contact. As you do, you push your underwear to the side and he reaches for his length. Not breaking eye contact, Argyle lines himself up and you slowly sink down onto him. The two of you gasp at the feeling. The warmth surrounding Argyle is making him see stars. He could feel how wet you were as he inched inside of you slowly. He cures underneath his breath and holds onto your waist. He tries to situate himself and get himself a bit more comfortable, which causes him to buck his hips into you. You moan out loud at the sudden movement. You practically fold onto him, losing strength in your arms that were holding you up. Your chest to chest, body heat causing sweat between you two. “You okay?” He breathes out. You whisper out a yes, the sensation of him begins to fill your mind.

He slowly began to move, his hips meeting in the middle with you. As he moves, you begin to get more vocal.

“That’s it baby– god, you’re doing so good.” You praise him. Argyle rolled his eyes back as you praised him. He could feel you get wet as he moves. 

Argyle's grip on your waist begins to get tighter as the time goes on. The sound of light clapping and the van shaking could be heard. The two of you are so eager to reach your own highs. You try to regain composure and hold yourself up. 

As Argyle's tempo began to get quicker. As he feels himself get closer to his own high, he wraps his arms around your and begins to buck his hips faster. The sound of the creaky van, clapping, and your own voices began to get louder. 

As he kept moving, you felt a bit scared. The fact that the van was creaking because of the two of you and the clapping, it was making you aware of your surroundings.

“Argyle, we need to be quiet.” You whisper into his ear. He slowed down movements just a tad. 

“Don’t worry, they’re watching a movie, they won’t even know.” 

As his hips finally fall from exhaustion, you begin to slowly bounce on him. You rock on his cock, back and forth, as you take over. You gained composure again and began bouncing on his dick. Argyle groans as he swipes his hair out of his face. 

You clench around him mindlessly as you could feel your own high coming. With each time you bounce down on his length, he could feel himself reach his high sooner. You moan out as he begins to buck into you quicker. You could feel him inside you throbbing as he moved.  The familiar coil forms in your lower stomach as Argyle moves inside you. 

Argyle could feel you tighten on him as he moved. You whine louder at how he fucks you. You furrow your eyebrows and fall onto his chest. You try to cover your mouth to muffle yourself. 

“Argyle.” You whine out. “We need to be quiet.” You looked down at him and made eye contact. 

“You know,” he says in between strokes “, if they were to wake up because of us, I would not care.” He teases you.

“You gonna cum?” He whispers into your ear.  You nod silently as he moves. 

As his strokes began to get sloppier you finally reached your high. You scrunched up your face as you felt yourself finally let go. As you come around him, you tighten around him. As he watched you finally release, he began to lose his rhythm. His hips began to falter as he thrust into you. Soon enough, he came. He bucks his hips into you as he releases into you. The two of you groan out loud as he pumps his load into you. 

As the two of you began to come down from your high the two of you laid together. As the two of you were breathing heavily, you both closed your eyes to rest. As you two calmed down from your high, the van side door opened. 

“Oh my god!” You shout, laying on Argyle trying to cover as much as possible. 

“Dude!” Argyle said as he wraps his arms around to cover you as much. 

As the door opens, you see Jonthan looking down at the two of you. He grimaces as he sees the two of you. Jonathan puts his hand cover eyes and looks away from the two of your bodies. 

“Dude, I thought I told you not to mess with her.” Jonathan says turning his back against you two. 

“Sorry bro.” Argyle says.

“Sorry not sorry.” You say underneath your breath, smirking to yourself.