#throw him at the wall like a sticky hand.

[bamfaholic]

Pietro Maximoff Headcannons

Specifically the Fox movies, portrayed by Evan Peters

A/N: Just my personal head cannons! This is a little bulleted list, and dedicated to my husbutch @snikt-addict <3

He's absolutely a stoner, he has a really good dealer so he knows the source. It's hard to get super close to him to be able to smoke a bowl for (practically) free but he's probably the cheapest and best dealer you'll find.

The bong/blunt rotations in his little basement cave are to die for

He's not stupid, either. He did very well in school, but once his powers manifested he got serious imposter syndrome. Everyone believes he's cried wolf, what believe what you can't see? So he gave up on his future. The Institute helps him rekindle his desire to pursue education and a career. He wants to go into IT

He also had a similar experience to Charles, where he thought he was the only "gifted" person out there. His mom was tight lipped, knowing the chances, and was praying her son wouldn't be like his father. He is exactly like his father.

He has a heart condition, with a main symptom of tachycardia and arrhythmia due to the strain of his super speed running. It's worse the faster and longer he goes.

He's hesitant to take any medications for this, let alone see a doctor. He's terrified of medical gaslighting and abuse from being a mutant.

Despite this, he gets dizzy spells. He doesn't pass out often, but if he goes pretty fast or isn't taking care of himself he's much more likely to end up kissing the ground

He also has EDS! He's very hyper mobile (you can see it in the movies, look at the original slow motion at the Pentagon - watch his fingers!) And his joints are fucky. He should be wearing compression gear, but good luck getting him to cooperate.

He damages his body every time he uses his ability, due to the gforce from throwing his body that fast. He doesn't care. He's had internal bleeding scares, and has ended up in the ER after some of his heists

He also needs that high carb diet. He's BURNING through calories, and fat won't burn quick enough for his super speed. Which is why he is constantly craving sugary foods like Twinkies and Ding Dongs. It's also why he's pretty skinny despite his diet.

He's an insomniac. Partly because of his depression, he has racing thoughts and it's always too quiet when people settle down to rest.

He's a kleptomaniac, but he doesn't take joy in it much anymore. It was fun at first, especially realizing he couldn't be caught, but now his fingers are sticky because he's addicted to the adrenaline rush and dopamine hit

He's also extremely poor. His mother is still single, and so she's a single income woman in the 70s with a young daughter. He often steals for his family, especially Wanda. He'll sneak her a toy or a treat when his mom isn't looking

He's the best bigger brother you could ask for. Is he perfect? No. But he loves Wanda and would die for her. He's not the best babysitter sometimes, ADHD goes brr, but be damned he can make a mean pancake and play princess tea party

He has a thick wall up. It would take a long time to really see the raw Pietro. Deep down he's a scared kid. He knows who his dad is, a terrorist, but his dad is none the wiser. He can outrun anything, anyone, but death. He's going to try, though, or let it be by his own hand.

Pietro goes by Peter mostly because he's an angsty teen, but to also hide his Romani and Jewish heritage. It's hard enough being Romani and a Jew, but the bigotry of being a mutant on top was too much so he's trying to stealth the best he can.

His imposter syndrome also latches onto the fact that he passes as a white person, but Wanda does not. His silver hair is natural, part of his mutation. His mother does look Romani too.

He's not religiously Jewish, neither is his mother or sister. His mother was raised reformed religious Jewish however.

He loves to tinker with tech, take things apart, sodder things, whatnot. It's all things he's stolen or dumpster dove.

His Walkman is his comfort object. It's hard to find him without it.

Man is AuDHD, needs severe stimulation. His stimming/fidgeting has damaged things before as he mindlessly goes super speed.

He is VERY angry at Erik for leaving him behind. The movies make it seem impossible for Wanda and him to be anything but step siblings but I hate that. Erik has no idea he has a son though, as Erik is a MAJOR family man. Pietro still holds it against him that he went on with his life while his mom scrapes by, especially with the social stigmas of the time.

[himemeika]

Holy fuck this looks gorgeous

[cozylittleartblog]

cringe is dead because rouxls is carrying the weight of it all madoka style

[the-vegetarian-artist]

So... I acquired a new blorbo...

I'll post a finished sketch dump when I get the energy to finish it...for now- love hims with me~☆

[bluvlet]

crocodile tears.

[dandybambiandy]

Doesn't it get heavy? Carrying all that weight in your mind?

[trinketbug]

hogging the spotlight.

[yaboieif]

the childhood crush to autistic obsession blorbo pipeline goes crazy

the romantic component dissolves after a year or two but the urge to watch them rotate in a microwave keeps skyrocketing

[llithiumstars]

hmm draw a yog that you dont think gets enough love? o.O

the smooty,,,

[cmedics-hell]

hi its 6am i have killed my artblock with my bare hands and started doodling Chainlink on my phone and oh my god. i was laughing so hard in the process of actually drawing this he looks SO STUPID i hate him /pos

just using babs's design for now because i have not had enough sleep to make my own

[stolememory]

“&– - I know what you're doing here. So come on, tell me what you want to know. He said he loved you, but he had somewhere to go-- - didn't he?” // @phantcsms liked for a lyrical starter

[citrus-soda]

I don’t think I’ve ever had cuteness aggression over one of my own ocs before…. It’s kinda fun

[s0dium]

Creep

Warnings: Creepy/stalker behavior, breeding kink, pussydrunk behavior, cumflation, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, orgasms

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You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.

At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.

It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.

In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.

So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.

His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.

"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.

"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.

"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.

His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.

"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please." 

As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.

"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"

SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO

[screampied]

Pls write a Toji fic where at any point he says he fucking loves your pussy 😞 Toji’s dirty talk is just different

toji being obsessed with your pussy ★

cw. fem! reader, brief p in v, degradation, spıt, ōral (f! receiving), overstim, hair pulling, mdni.

it was no secret— toji fushiguro was a nasty man,

the nastiest. especially whenever it came to being propped up between your legs. whether it’s giving you ruthless thrusts to where your toes are all curled up and numb, or . . he’s shoved face first right between your plush thighs. it was hard to differentiate whether his slick mouth or his dick in general was the nastiest of the two. currently, he’d have you sprawled out on the bed. your ankles instinctively lock against his slim waist as he’s pounding into you again and again. “shit, ‘m gonna fill you up again, baby,” he’d groan, grabbing ahold of one of your legs. it dangles as you’re just being fucked stupid. the most doltish expression marinated against your face before he brings your ankle up to his mouth to give it a teasing kiss. “mhm, always know how to take me everytime. wet girl, ‘s fuckin’ sloppy just for me.”

“t- tojiiii,” you’d whine out in pathetic babbles.

due to his thick size and even thicker girth, the stomach seizing that churns all throughout your lower abdomen comes so easily that you’re panting.

hot, parching breaths of airy air aerates out of your sheeny parted lips before he’s balls deep. you’re clenching down onto him tight, gripping him with all your might like a vice and he sucks his teeth from the addictive rapture. leafy, cunning eyes of his stare into you and a hand of his gingerly wraps around your throat. “fuck, f-fuuuck. inside, ‘toj. i can’t take it.”

“course ya can,” he snickers, grinding his beefy body against yours before he sneaks a kiss against your trembling lips. the strong taste of alcohol resides on his tongue and you moan before he precipitously pulls away. “hold onto my arms, sweet girl. ‘s gonna get a bit messy, heh.”

as he continues to mercilessly drill into you—he lets off a four second groan. it’s so low that you can hear the baritone growl from underneath it. it’s sexy. you stare up at him with glossy eyes, the way he elongates the single syllable in such a gruff tone.

it makes you throb, toji’s head throws itself back as he’s starting to flood your womb with such goopy amounts of his cum. it trickles into you in ropes, satiny rich ropes that leave you feeling entirely fulfilled.

fulfilled in a filthy way though,

“. . goddamn,” he huffs as his chest steadily raises in and out. your shaky legs still envelop around his slim waist as he’s pumping you full of cock. the vicious wet squelches that came out of your own cunt was so lewd, he never wants the noise to stop. “such a messy girl. mhmm,” and he slowly pulls his pulsating dick out. gradually, he’s purposely taking his time and smirking at your little irritated whimper. devastatingly enough, your gaping entrance now feels completely empty once he’s not inside of you anymore. all you feel was the freshly soaked viscous wads of seed shoved all inside of your walls. still gushing, he leans down and brings his face right up against your legs. “mine.” he purrs, poking out a single thumb to spread your puffed, swollen lips open. toji happily gawks at the mess he created, you’re still trying to catch your own breath as you’re slumped back against the cushioned bed frame.

it’s so sticky—he flicks his tongue near the right side of his mouth. it swipes against his inclined scar and you can hear his breathy chortle right between your legs.

you knew what that meant,

he wanted more, he was still hungry and he was gonna clean you right up—after all, toji didn’t like putting things to waste. especially if that ‘thing’ was nothing more than his precious cum.

“f- fuck, toji,” you moan, your hips wriggling a bit as he pries your legs apart from each other. as he moves you a bit, you wreathe from his weight thwacking against you. with the way his cum droops out of your fluttering entrance.

oh, it was such a sight to see.

a fat thumb of his goads toward your dampened, oozing slit before he gives your sloppy pussy a single kiss. toji doesn’t even flinch at the taste of himself now starting to go against his tongue.

it’s bitter anyway—barely with a taste to it but with a concoction of your sweet arousal, it tasted appetizing,

you tasted appetizing.

“you’re s-so nasty.” you puff, tugging ahold of his ravened strands. he’s always loved whenever you did that. as he’s still swaying his hips against you, you take it upon yourself to comb a few curling fingers into his rumpled hair. toji simpers, showing you nothing but a sly, hungry gaze. “t- toji, mhm.”

“yeah, girl. duh, nasty just for you though,” he whispers against your pussy. his breath was warm, feverish even. with each movement he moves closer, lolling out his tongue to get a good enough taste, you’re throbbing right in his mouth. your back naturally arches and he hums, slurping in your syrupy fervor. “fuckin’ love this pussy, ‘s sweet. sweet ‘n sloppy. listen to how she tries to give me little back talk, baby.”

and you grow mute—feeling him purse his lips, moving away to only then bring a big hand towards your slick opening. as you’re convulsing time and time again, he slithers two thickset fingers inside of your entrance and you whine. another hand of his starts to give your cunt a few rude spanks. you jolt back, moaning with your exposed breasts harmonizing with your unsteady movements. “ooh,” he snarls, hearing the slosh. it’s so wet, a few spurts of your juices even lands directly underneath his chin. he licks it with his tongue before giving it another spank, and another, and another.

swatting a palm repeatedly against your pussy, you’re continuing to drag and scrape his face closer between your thighs. “like that, huh. fuckin’ messy girl,” and he spanks it again before blowing against it. “my messy girl. my messy pussy.”

and toji starts to make out with your cunt. literally french kisses against it with tongue—his lengthy dark lashes close shut before he latches his lips against your swollen walls, feeling your body twitch in response. “heh,” he exhales deeply before departing his spit-coated lips away. his scar tickling against your entrance and another whine dies out of your throat. “keep this up ‘n ‘m gonna propose to this sloppy cunt, right princess?”

and he’s not even talking to you anymore, nor is he looking at you—he’s talking to your pussy, as if it, could reply.

“exactly,” he jibes, gifting you a final mean spank against your folds before flipping you over. you gasp once he pulls your hips against him. a hand of his squeezes a fat chunk of your ass before he spanks it. the recoil of your ass makes him groan. “mhm, not done though. gimme that arch again baby, bend against me. gonna take my time with you, messy girl.”

[oleander-to-oleandest]

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[konigsblog]

When Virgin!König finally loses his virginity. (🌽)

Oh boy, I hope you're prepared to deal with a literal beast.

König can barely keep it together at the opportunity you've just offered to him. He's gone thirty-seven years without losing his virginity, and to say that he's pent up and overly desperate is a clear understatement. The thought of losing his virginity has him wide-eyed, choking on his words as he nods desperately.

He can barely keep his composure as he rips his trousers off, already dragging you closer to him while pulling your legs over his broad shoulders. His lengthy fingers pull at your damp cotton panties, tearing them off your figure while his hands find themselves up your skimpy, see-through tank top, tugging at your nipples as he rolls his clothed cock against your bare pussy, rutting his growing bulge against your wet heat.

It doesn't take König long to undress as he pulls his meaty dick from the tight confines of his boxers, feeling a couple sizes too small now that he has a raging hard-on. He drags the head of his swollen cock against your tight hole, collecting your sweet, nectar juices on the tip of his stiff boner. His thick, pink tip oozes out pearly beads of his creamy semen, and before you can warn König to be gentle and careful, he's already forcing himself inside. No preparation. Can you blame him? He gets his knowledge off of pornography, he has no proper experience with women.

Your insides feel heavenly and addictive, hypnotising König with each deep thrust. He breathes out through satisfaction and amusement, his sturdy hips bucking into your rear uncontrollably, stuffing your spongy, velvety walls with his twitching boner. He throws his head backwards through ecstasy, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh along your waist, his grip becoming firm and his pace unforgiving. He can feel the way his large cock twitches and pulsates inside of your drooling cunt, becoming almost overwhelming and overstimulating for the virgin giant.

“Heilige Scheiße, kleine Maus—! Du bist so verdammt perfekt—so eng, feucht und warm.”

König spends the majority of his time watching pornography and getting himself off while dreaming of losing his own virginity for once, and now, he has everything he's ever dreamt of. He's been craving this for a ridiculously long time, to fuck a tight hole like yours. He practically drools and slobbers all over you like a rapid mutt, becoming animalistic and violent with his rough poundings.

He can't stop himself as he thrusts into you mercilessly and relentlessly, groaning and growling, bullying his girthy and swollen dick into your tightening walls while covering your slick and soft folds in drops of sticky load. He pumps his thick length into you forcefully one last time, pushing his broad and well-built hips right up against you as he feels himself completely lose control, barely lasting more than two minutes.

Fuck, you've opened König up to this, and now he's addicted. This is your fault! You better be prepared to take everything he has to offer, until he's passed out beside you, intoxicated and mesmerised by your cunt.