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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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Cute Spider Society Headcanons:

[a long post of random headcanons about the fun stuff at Spider Society HQ - all cool things for your Spidersona to do]

There's absolutely regular talent shows and battles of the band every quarter or so.

Spider-people usually aren't the most popular back home on their Earth's, so Miguel permits having shows and activities like this so Spider-people can bond and relieve stress between Canon Events

Hobie has won multiple times - His and Gwen's band won last quarter, BUT they don't always win. MetroSpider is another past winner.

The rule is Spider-members only. But if your powers help your music, you can use them (ie, Hobie can play guitar without an amp-)

Training is a HUGE thing.

And it's mandatory even between missions. Time trails, Web strength testing, problem resolution training, weekly classes - It's a lot.

Your training schedule isn't always the same, and your classes are determined by your skill, specific powers, and universe

Money isn't used on campus. It's banned actually, and mostly useless when everyone is from a universe with a different exchange rate, political climate, tender etc.

Instead, The main currency is based on a points system connected to training/missions.

The more missions you do, or the more you train (therefore making you a better hero to your universe), the more points you earn

Things like the cafeteria and dorms are completely free. But points can be used to earn perks like suit upgrades, or things from the commissary

The Commissary is a store on campus where you can buy authorized items from other Earth's.

They have everything from training materials like mechanical webbing - with different properties/effects - to leisure things like cool video games from Margo's world or music from other time eras, vintage things from old universes, etc

Points can also be used for a number of other stuff such as:

Extra jumps on your watch. The more missions you do, the more jumps you can buy, allowing you to go to other universes on your off time (to hang with friends)

Suit Upgrades. Your suit is surveyed and upgraded for free at joining, and it gets upgraded with every class you gain (C Class -> B Class -> A Class -> etc.)

However, you can use points to upgrade or even just redesign your suit. There is a Suit Center where fashionable and genius Spider-people will help you design and adjust your suit based on your universe and villains

There's support groups, a lot centered around Canon Events.

For teens and young Spider-people there's an Educational Program

It can be done part-time with active mission work or full-time on campus

You train in multiversal research, Spider genetics, and other technology such as Doc Ock technology and Green Goblin biology

You can be offered a job on campus after completion - Margo is a graduate of this

If your participate in Educational Program, Lyla will be your mentor and you'll report to her

Educational students live in separate dorms, and the program is kinda intense, but VERY fun

There are different focuses in the program

Spider-Geneticists have a short residency after, they help take Spider vitals and oversee Training

You can also specialise in Spider-medicine - in which you work in the Infirmary

There are some CRAZY (secret) Parties all over the Spider-verse.

Disco-Spider loves a good party. Her and Pavi through insane ragers, a new one in a different universe everytime

Miguel has no idea

But partying on the walls and ceiling while Spider-people play super-human live shows in the world's craziest mosh-pit -

Spider-parties hit different.

It's one of the only time everyone is unmasked around each other

There's a really loose dress code

You DO NOT have to wear your suit 24/7. What is someone gonna do, rat you out in your universe?

Everyone is in their suit for ATSV cause Miguel asked them to be completely professional that day (as an intimidation tactic)

That's why Jess, Gwen, Peter, and Hobie are all fine showing their faces as soon as they get to campus.

If anything it's usually seen as weird to be wearing your mask all the time

Casual clothing is allowed. Skirts and dresses without anything underneath aren't allowed (you'll be upsidedown.)

You're expected to have two suits (one main, one spare - you get these at joining) for missions and a separate training outfit for your classes

There's super sports teams

Spidey Football (European not American) expands the rules to all four walls with a ball engineered to stick like Spidey-people do

Track & Swing Team - which Pavitr is a star member of

A small swim-and-dive team for the swimmers, and a small Roller Derby league for the skaters

Pavitr is also a star on the gymnastics team

There's also things like ballet groups, though Gwen doesn't take part

There's a REALLY GOOD Glee club. Spider-strength gives some crazy lung-capacity.

Disco is on the Glee club, and they take it very seriously

Living on campus doesn't threaten your home verse - you'll still be on call!

Lyla monitors all universes for anamolies - sending Anamoly Teams of 2-6

However if your universe experiences a non-anamoly, your watch will be pinged for a mandatory report, and you'll be sent to your universe to handle it

As such, your watch is like a doctor's pager. You can be called for anamolies or your universe at any time (If you're an active member in your universe, living on Society Campus, or have a contact negotiated for that. Class S members like Hobie can negotiate to be Selective Active members)

There's a little underground Spider-market

If you ask Hobie, he can definitely hack your watch for you.

If your Electro has been beating your ass, you can get your hands on electro-resistant webbing without spending points.

The Society has a small group of people willing to trade you for anything you've got, or even just help you out for the hell of it.

You just have to know where and who to ask

There's a couple Spideys that don't pay electric because someone hooked them up with a super clean Futuristic generator

MJ's, Black Cats, Osborns, and Deadpools are allowed on campus with clearance, a daypass, and a chaperone (their Spidey)

Only for short periods, or if they're super injured. An MJ might pop in when Peter forgets his lunch.

Aunt Mays are not.

It's considered very rude to call them by their 'base names' - ie. calling MJs 'Mary-Janes' or calling Black Cats 'Felicias'

Not all MJs are Mary-Janes

Though, using the term 'a Parker' is common on campus to refer to large Peter Parker population

Roughly 45-50% of the people on campus are named Peter.

There's other 'groups' - such as 'Not-Parkers' (Non-Peter iterations like Pavitr), and 'Duplicates' (Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, MJs, Felicia Hardy NightSpider etc)

Though calling them these things are way less common or accepted than calling someone a Parker ('Not-Parker'is neutral. 'Duplicate' is offensive)

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luveline · 2 years

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jade,,,, what about eddie and reader finally getting to go on a date alone and then roan gets sick so they take care of her

omg yes !! single dad eddie finally gets a proper date, but poor roan has other ideas (or her germs do) tw sickness ♡ fem!reader

Eddie realises most people would be excited to go on a date without their kid.

He likes you so much — to the point of a headache, sometimes. He isn't worried about how you'll be, he's worried about himself. He's worried that, without his daughter there between you, there won't be much left to look at. Eddie hopes that he's a good dad, and if he isn't his attempts are at the very least endearing (or entertaining).

Without Roan to look after, he's not sure there's much of him that you'll like. That you'll work together without her.

It's an agonising thought. It has him scowling the entire day, to Wayne's amusement, who shakes him by the shoulders an hour before his shift ends and says, "Son, you best go home. S'gonna take an hour to scrub the wrinkles from your forehead."

"You'll cover for me?" he asks.

"No, I raised you for the better part of my life to abandon you to your own defenses now, Eddie. Get lost."

He rushes home. Odd, to do so without Roan. To shower by himself without Roan finding a hundred different reasons to let herself into the bathroom. To get dressed without her sitting in the middle of his bed criticising his choices.

Not blue, daddy. Too sad.

Eddie's hardly a man with an abundance of evening wear. He shrugs on a pair of dark corduroys, the fashion and not to his taste, and a boxy sweatshirt that shows too much skin if he lifts his arms. He decides not to lift his arms. Then he panics about lifting his arms, and if you'll care if he does, and he's still worrying about it when he gets in the car.

By the time he's idling outside your house his worries have changed to Roan. Around now Wayne will be picking her up, which she already knows is happening and isn't very happy about because she knows exactly why Eddie isn't picking her up himself. He assumes that's why she'd been so fussy this morning, had barely touched her breakfast. Or maybe...

Three knocks against the window startle him.

Your laugh floats in as he opens it, a pitying, sorry thing. "Eddie, I'm so sorry! I wasn't trying to scare you, I swear."

You're breathless with laughter and stunningly fresh-faced, leaning toward his window with a smile.

"It's okay," he says, "I'll get you back, though."

You make a sweet noise, an Is that so?

"Get in, chickadee. Places to go, people to see."

"Really?" You walk around the hood in your soft clothes and he watches each step with a dawning sense of awe, worse when you climb in the front seat and say, "Hi, handsome," while leaning across the console.

You kiss his cheek and leave behind both the shape of your lips in balm over the skin and the lingering stick of your pretty perfume.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

Where indeed. Eddie refuses to answer, struggling to bite back a smug smile for the few minutes it takes to get there. You gasp as you arrive, your favourite restaurant a flickering, neon beacon among its fellow greasy competitors.

Your pleasure is obvious and infectious. It buffets you all the way to the reservation, where you look down at your menu with your foot tapping against the floor in excitement. Eddie nudges your leg with his shoe carefully and you take it for something else, a game of footsie. Your smile nears amorous. Eddie feels his heart like a buzzing amp in his chest, all electricity, all loud.

You chatter through ordering and you giggle through your entrée, slinking down in your chair to rub the length of your shoe across his thigh. He grabs your foot and tugs, and you both burst into laughter as you almost topple to the floor.

He beams at you and thinks, Oh, thank fuck. We work. We work.

He's listening to you talk about Lord of the Rings of all things and wondering when it's okay to kiss you silly — "I hope you know I'm only suffering through this mega marathon for you, Eddie," — when somebody calls out, "Phone for Munson?"

It's like ice being tipped down the back of his shirt. He stands immediately and searches the room for the phone, a landline toward the front of the restaurant by the desk. He'd told Wayne exactly where he'd be tonight and made sure the place had a public phone because though he trusts Wayne to look after Roan completely, he still wants to know if something happens. As soon as something happens.

"Sorry, Eds. Think you might need to double back," his uncle says down the line.

Eddie clutches the receiver. He can hear Roan in the background, her slow sobs. "What happened?"

"She chucked up in the car. Then when we got home. Again when she was showering. You might need to buy some lysol, kid. And a new rug."

He sighs and rubs both eyebrows with the side of his hand, eyes closed. Your hand, warm and soft, lands against his shoulder.

"Alright. I'll come home."

"Sorry, kid. Wouldn't call, but she's begging for you."

"Uh-huh. No, it's okay. Think I should talk to her?"

"Just get home. Safe. No racing. And I'm not kidding about the lysol."

He hangs up, turning to you with a sorry already on the tip of his tongue.

Your thumb presses into his arm reassuringly. "Curfew?"

Some of his worry abates. "Sick bug."

"Oh no," you say sadly, "poor baby. She misses you so much she's made herself sick." While you're teasing, there's not a hint of cruelty in your voice.

He wants to smile at you. You deserve a great smile, a kiss, something to show how much he appreciates your unending light. He can't, he finds, because he feels like an idiot. A regretful, embarrassed idiot. He lifts his chin and meets your gaze. "I'm sorry," he murmurs sincerely, chasing down your arm to hold your hand.

"Don't be."

"I am. We never get any time alone."

You bite your lip for what could only be a half a second before you stop. "I don't really mind, Eddie. This is- You know I always have fun with you. More than that..." Your turn to look bashful. "Well, you know how I feel about you."

He doesn't. He doesn't have a clue in the world, but it's enough of a suggestion that he squeezes your hand, works his thumb over the back of it.

"Daddy!" Roan cheers, her little voice hoarse and wrought with tears.

It smells like sick. The windows have been opened and there's a sharp smell of bleach, but it definitely smells like sick. You follow behind Eddie, find who must be his Eddie's Uncle Wayne sitting on the sofa with a tiny ball of sadness in his lap. Said ball unfurls, arms already outstretched for her dad.

Wayne gets up with a groan and creak. He's a tall but lean man quite like his nephew, and he settles you with a similar sort of smile as he approaches.

"Hi. You gotta be Y/N."

"That's me. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Munson," you say, nervous but trying to hide it.

"Just Wayne, kid."

Piercing laughter. You and Wayne both turn to watch Roan's happy giggling as Eddie heaves her up high to blow a raspberry in her neck before cuddling her.

"My girl," he says, adoring, pitying, a mixture of things as he pats her back, "what happened? Didn't eat too much at snack time, did you?"

"My tummy was hurting," she denies his accusation.

"At breakfast? Why didn't you say?"

She shrugs and hides her face in the curve of his neck. Their hair is so close in colour that you can't tell where hers ends and his begins.

Eddie sighs sympathetically and looks up over her head at you and his uncle. "Well, Uncle Wayne took great care of you. Do you want to give him a kiss before he goes home?"

She moans.

"Fine by me. Don't wanna chuck up over the pool table. Bye, hellspawn." Wayne laughs at his own joke and then squeezes your arm amicably. "Bye, sweetheart."

"Oh," you startle. He's already out the door and down the steps by the time you say, "Bye!"

"Don't worry about it. He never says a proper goodbye. And he has a sensitive stomach."

You turn back to Eddie and Roan with a huge smile. "He's really nice. But not as nice as you, lovely girl," you croon, almost tripping over yourself to meet them.

Roan doesn't fight your affection, but you're not very sure she wants it. She hides in her dad's hair and turns to look at you with a sluggish smile. You extend your hand. When neither Eddie nor Roan move to stop you, you stroke down her hot cheek with the back of your middle finger.

"I'm sorry I stole your daddy when you needed him," you whisper.

"It's okay," Roan croaks back.

"It is?"

She doesn't answer again. You take her gracious answer and stroke the damp hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. You want to ask her for a kiss because you desperately want to give her one. You hesitate.

Maybe you shouldn't overstep so much like this into famiy stuff.

You drop your hand and smile. It's not a great smile in your opinion, but it's one Eddie should be used to by now. Too earnest, awkward, genuine. You clamp your mouth shut and wince.

"And how terribly she fared without me," Eddie drawls, kiss kiss kissing over the stretch of her face and down to her neck, where he blows another raspberry.

She laughs again. She sounds sick as she is, but she's still Roan. Her laugh could turn a bad mood good after a single peel.

"Daddy," she mumbles, eyes slightly less bleary than before. "Better kiss."

He hums. "Guess I'm either gonna get sick or I'm not," he says, and kisses her.

Roan smiles and then turns to you with the same command. "Kiss."

"Sweetheart, I don't think she-"

"Yes, please," you say, anchoring yourself on Eddie's shoulder. You lean in, needle your face into the gap, and kiss her warm cheek.

"Good enough?" you ask her.

"No," she says, in that cheeky voice that really means Yes, but I want another one.

"What if you get sick?" Eddie asks as you deliver another kiss.

You tickle under Roan's chin and avoid his eye. "Guess you'll have to take care of me."

"If I get sick, too?"

"Then we'll all be sick," you say simply.

He kisses the top of your head. "As dogs," he agrees.

You think his looking after you wouldn't be such a bad thing.

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horanghater · 7 months

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What Goes Up...

Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him.

▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.

▸ Warnings: exhibitionism

▸ Word Count: 1,956

▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect. Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this. @bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!

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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything.

“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”

For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”

“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.” It’s the beginning of a bad idea.

The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.

You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.

Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things.

You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident.

Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.

“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers.

Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.

It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait.

He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care.

Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes.

Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?”

You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?”

Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be.

“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly.

“Next two!”

Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie.

The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”

For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”

“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”

Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”

“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point).

“Are you sure about this?”

You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”

“I-I’m not sure.”

“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off.

Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going.

You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear.

Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”

He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers.

“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge.

Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there–

And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it. Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave.

Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”

You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations.

It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now.

“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago.

Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again. He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.

“...so gross!”

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mudita-s · 2 years

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attapullman · 4 months

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Last time it was 8 am thots, now get ready for 2 am thots.

We are flipping the tables, so I wish you would write a fic where... Reader walks in on neighbor!Bob getting himself off and moaning her name 😏

The morning thots always take me to horny jail. And I would like to live here permanently. 18+ go away minors

Because while neighbor!Bob takes his time watching before joining in, Reader has ZERO self control when it comes to the sweet neighbor man stroking that perfect cock.

You have dinner plans that night - he's promised he's going to make his mom's lasagna - and you're not due over for another hour and a half. just enough time for him to finish prepping the ingredients and get himself off once. It's been a week since he's had you and he needs to prepare himself if he's going to have you all the ways he wants.

However...you've finished work and showered, and there isn't much to do at home. You would rather sit in Bob's breakfast nook and talk about your weeks than be in your lonely kitchen. So you sneak over in your usual fashion, darting between your yards and climbing up the steps to his kitchen door. It's unlocked like it has been for months now, an unspoken symbol that you're welcome over whenever you'd like.

He's not in the kitchen, and the living room is dark. Maybe he's showering? You start down the hallway, admiring the knick knacks he's acquired over the years. And then you hear it.

It's downright illegal the way he's moaning your name, unmuffled as he pants into the open air. Eyes squeezed shut as he hastily jerks his cock, practically blurring with how fast he's trying to cum. A bead of sweat along his temple. Chest red and heaving. Looks more destroyed than when he's been in drills all day, amped up and rushing for relief.

He's delicious. And while you want to photograph every inch of him, commit it to memory...it's been a week.

Bob's so close to cumming, the memory of you warming his cock last weekend while you jointly finished the sudoku spurring him on. He's almost there...almost...

His eyes wrench open to you replacing his fist with yours, devilish smile upon your lips. Nearly distracting him from how you've stripped yourself bare, knees on either side of his hips, fingers aching to hold him.

"Mind if I hop on?"

Oh Helena, YOUR THOTS ARE THE BEST! EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU HELENA!

#letters to mo #bobfloydsbabe 🪩#neighbor!bob #bob floyd smut

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kkpwnall · 5 months

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for the kindest, darlingest, most effervescent sen @fragilecapric0rnn 💜 just a little something for you. i’m so proud and grateful to call us friends, you’re thoughtful and hilarious, and so willing to go to the mat for your friends. you’re a brilliant writer and the sweetest cheerleader. i hope you have an incredible day, and an even better year ahead of you, i’m so excited to see where life and writing and everything else takes you!! you deserve the whole world. love you lots <33

It might have been harder to say goodbye if it was a nicer day. If the sun was shining, and the leaves were changing, and a cool autumn breeze blew all around them. Instead Hawkins chewed them up and spit them out the other side like it had so many times before. The sky above them opened up just as they loaded the last of the boxes in the back of the small uhaul, leaving them soaked to the skin as they threw the last of their essentials and themselves into the cab. They left town shivering and laughing uncontrollably, middle fingers out the window. Ecstatic to finally get out of that hometown hell.

It’s all worth it, driving thousands of miles across the country, towing the beamer behind them. It’s worth it trying to navigate the narrow streets of San Francisco and getting lost at least three times before they find their new apartment. It’s worth the hike uphill from the closest parking spot big enough for the truck, and up another three flights of stairs, when Eddie unlocks the door and gallantly bows him inside. Steve wanders from kitchen to bathroom to bedroom, imaging the bed here, a bookshelf there, the desk under this window. Eddie’s amps and instruments in that corner, Steve’s sport’s equipment in the hall closet near the door, easy to grab. Before coming back to the living room with its big bright windows and view of the bay.

Tomorrow, their friends will come by to help them unload the truck and unpack, get paid in pizza and beer and belly laughs. In a few days, a few weeks, they’ll settle in, find the grocery store, find jobs. Learn the city and meet their neighbors. In six months, a year, two years, theirs will be the place to crash for anyone visiting, anyone who needs somewhere to stay, somewhere to go.

They’ll argue and make up and struggle, lose friends and jobs and find so much better. They’ll get bad haircuts and grow weird facial hair and make questionable fashion choices. They’ll stay up late crying over things they can’t change and things they can. They’ll celebrate the new year and birthdays and lives cut too short and new ones beginning. They’ll grow and change into people they wouldn’t recognize when they were younger.

Tonight though, it’s just Steve and Eddie, finally someplace where the ground beneath them won’t open up and try to swallow them whole. Somewhere they can be together and not have to look over their shoulders all the time. Somewhere they can be themselves, be just Steve and just Eddie, and figure all the rest out without a world-ending apocalypse every year. Together.

All the frustration and stress and hoping and wishing and scraping by of the past three years, it’s all worth it when Eddie comes up behind him, wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder. Pulls him close and whispers, “welcome home, sweetheart.”

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things steve #stranger things eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #kk writes

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joshybearhuggies · 11 days

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Meet ✨Pia✨

A Peter Pan Pullip I’ve tinkered with a little 🥰❤️

I’ve recently felt the itch for a new Pullip doll so I sprung for this girl. I’ve wanted this doll for a while and always put her off for some other doll. I’m happy I found her on Mercari for such a low price and complete no less 🥰

When she arrived I felt this amazing vibe from her. She made me wanna play around with hybrids, I’ve modded her to accommodate this Rainbow High Body! The Rainbow High brand has some of my favorite fashions over the last few years so I was AMPED to be able to play with them with this girlie 🥰

After securing her to the body I felt ✨Pia✨ needed more mature but dainty hands, so I chose some Integrity Toys hands that matched. I must say I am just so happy with her this way. I find myself staring at her in my doll room 🥰 she feels like one of my SmartDolls actually. Her vibe is PEAK!

I think the eyes they’ve chosen for her are just too cute! At first glance you might think they’re a little bland all things considered…But nope, they balance everything out and they pair so nicely with her wig 👌🏿

She’s so sassy, so fun to play with and an all around joy! Welcome home ✨Pia✨

#pullip #pullip doll #custom doll #ooak doll #joshybearhuggies #doll collector #doll hobby

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catsnkooks · 1 year

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hi kooks - I'm going anon because I don't want my main account associated with this. so feel free to tag @bonk-horny-jail 😂

I would like your thots on the cod boys getting their partner in the mood and/or what they like to do/what their moves are for their first time with a new partner.

hmmm okokok @bonk-horny-jail

ghost: with ghost, he doesn't have to do much to get you in the mood. he just has to sit on your couch after the two of you had an at-home date or something, and just lean back with his thighs spreading. and just him showing off how big he can be is enough to get you to want to climb him like a tree

soap: this is the teasing master. he gives fleeting touches across your skin, sets a hand on your thigh while you're in the restaurant that slowly moves closer and closer inward. and then when y'all are leaving the restaurant he's backing you up against an alley wall to make out, letting you wrap your legs around his hips to grind against the buckle of his belt

gaz: ohh he's a romantic sweetheart 100%. at home dinner date with mood lighting and rose petals, just the works. after, y'all cuddle on the couch and he slowly gets more and more touchy which ends up with y'all making out on the couch. he eventually asks, voice low and gravelly, if you want to move this to the bedroom, and you eagerly accept his invitation

price: this man is definitely old fashioned when it comes to dating, but he's not entirely old fashioned when it comes to him getting you in the mood. he's a tease like soap, but he's much more subtle about it; kissing your bare shoulder, letting his beard run against your sensitive skin, hands wandering over your hips and waist. it eventually leads to you cornering him in a dark corner of the bar, desperate for him to fuck you in the dingy bathroom, beard tickling your neck as he leaves kisses there with your legs wrapped around his hips

alejandro: he is a gentleman first and foremost!! he never asks for sex on the first date. he loves the process of wooing you first. and much like gaz, his idea of getting you in the mood is a romantic homemade dinner, but he ins amping up the flirting by a thousand percent. so by the end of the dinner you're all flustered and hot and giggly and absolutely willing to follow him into the bedroom

rudy: i think with rudy it happens by accident. like the two of you go to some bar or club for a date night and you have great fun there. the alcohol is flowing, the music is great and the two of you end up pretty buzzed as you're dancing on the floor. you decide you've had enough of grinding against his leg on the dance floor and lead him out of the bar/club, stealing sloppy kisses the entire time. you end up back at his car, which leads to the accidental, slightly drunk car sex for your first time with rudy

#things kooks says #asks #18+#smut #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #thots weekend

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