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forlorn-crows · 11 days

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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 20: 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

pairing(s): mountain/sunshine words: 597

Sunshine pushes the seeds into their little cups of dirt, wriggling happily where she’s sat on top of the workbench. Mountain’s favorite playlist to work to plays over the little speaker in the corner of the greenhouse, and she jabs her finger into the soil in time to the music. A cool breeze seeps in from the open doors, fresh and floral spring air intermittently cutting through the humidity as they work together to prep herbs and pepper plants. It’s easy; no place she’d rather be. Sunshine croons along with the rich tenor voice of the song, tail thumping against the leg of the table.

The song fades out and another one begins, the bass plucking out a simple two note rhythm. Mountain perks up from his soil mixing station, looking over to Sunny with a goofy grin on his face. She knows the song, and his routine to it, but it doesn’t make her any less giddy. He sways his hips when the guitar comes in, walking over to her as he snaps his fingers perfectly on beat, miming the drum opening and crooning (slightly off key but still on beat):

I’ve got sunshi-i-ine . . . on a cloudy da-a-ay. He holds his hands out to her. When it’s cold outsi-i-ide, I-I’ve got the month of May. His hands are gritty as she takes them, hopping off the bench and smiling big.

I. Guess. You’d. Say. He leans in, pressing their noses together. What. Can. Make. Me feel this wa-a-y? He grabs her by the waist, pulling out a giggle as he pulls her into the middle of the room, right into a patch of dappled afternoon sun.

My gi-i-irl . . . talkin’ ‘bo-out my gi-i-irl.

My girl! Sunny jumps in. I’ve got soooo much ho-oney, the bees envy me. She mimes the trumpets in the background with fingers in front of her mouth.

I’ve got a sweeter so-o-ong, Mountain continues, than the birds in the tre-ees.

We-e-ell. I. Guess. You’d. Say. He lifts her up by her bum, bouncing her to the words as he sings them into her jawline. What. Can. Make. Me feel this wa-a-y?

Sunshine giggles ferociously and kicks her feet. His scruffy beard tickles her neck and she squeals: “Mount!”

My gi-i-irl . . . talkin’ bout my gi-i-irl. The earth ghoul spins her around and peppers her in kisses—big, noisy ones that tickle her skin even more. His voice cracks as he tries to hit the high notes on the ooh’s, to which Sunny shakes her head at him, presses their foreheads together, and teasingly sings the correct notes against his lips. He chuckles and pecks at her lips. The instrumental bridge slows them down, and Mountain places her back down onto the ground. But he doesn’t let her go, taking her hands instead and pushing and pulling them in alternating directions with a silly flair.

“How’re you so perfect, my sweet, sunshine-y girl?” he asks her.

Sunny rolls her eyes and smiles. “Do you like me or something?” she jests.

“Maybe just a little.” He lifts one of her hands and kisses her knuckles. A little olive blush graces his cheeks, and it’s the cutest thing she’s ever seen.

Sunshine tugs her hand back when he doesn’t stop kissing it, yanking him back to their task. “Come on, loverboy, we’ve got seeds to plant, yeah?”

“Do you want to switch for a bit? I know that,” he gestures to her stack of seedling trays, “gets tedious after a while.”

“You just want to stare at my ass bending over the soil bags.”

Mountain just shrugs. “Guilty.”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿ divider by the wonderful @ghuleh-recs

#mushy may 2024 #the band ghost fanfic #sunshine ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #mountain/sunshine #sunshine/mountain #mountain x sunshine #sunshine x mountain #ficlet #mushy may

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟdraken can’t keep his hands off of you.

♱ warnings — impact play [it’s literally just spanking], f!reader, all characters i write are 18+. ⋮ note. here we go next one ! we are almost half way through the month <3

RETURN TO KINKTOBER MLIST ♱ REGULAR MLIST

“oh fuck, princess—pussy feels so fuckin’ good. ain’t that right?”

draken groans, letting his head fall back against the couch as his fingers tighten in the flesh of your ass—his tight grip helping him slam your hips against his as you bounce on his cock. the blunt head slides along every one of your sweet spots perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body as you meet every heavy connection of his hips.

“fuckin’ shit—“ you hear him growl again before his jaw clenches, it was unlike him to sound so needy but the muscles in his thighs are shaking slightly beneath you when your walls clamp around him—pulling another shaky exhale from the man infront of you and you know he’s already lost any self restraint.

you whimper, your mind cloudy with pleasure—draken’s pace is unrelenting and almost animalistic, the sound of your skin slapping against his only growing louder when his pace picks up, each thrust heavy and practiced, fucking almost every word and coherent thought out of your mind that isn’t him.

you feel yourself jolt forward suddenly, your hands flying to grab at his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady before you feel a sudden heat spread along your left ass cheek, hearing draken groan when the familiar warmth of his palm smoothes over the burning skin—before pulling back and coming down heavy on the skin once more with a pink cheeked growl.

“just like that? yeah? that’s what i’m fuckin’ talkin’ about, babygirl.” draken growls, fucking up into you as his hands continue to grab and slap at your reddening skin—the pain causing you to arch at the sensation, it only adding to the pooling pleasure in your stomach. your walls flexing and clamping down around him with each strike of his palm as he hisses, gritting his teeth.

you know he’s holding back, your boyfriend was huge after all, a body full of pure muscle but he still knew what you could handle — probably better than you did as he continues his relentless smacks along your skin paired with the deep, wet press of his cock into your pussy that makes you want to fucking pass out with how good you feel.

“you’re killin’ me, baby. goddamn.” draken laughs, a desperate sort of sound and he feels bliss surging through him when he continues to fuck into your doughy cunt—looking up at you with heavy eyes as your body jolts with each slam of his hips, his own twitching at the sight of you while your nails continue to drag along his skin.

the slight sting earning you another spank from your fucked out boyfriend before he growls, his heavy balls throbbing as his pace grows sloppy.

“you like that shit don’t you? you’re fuckin’ somethin’ else, princess. my fuckin’ girl.”

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pmitchell · 2 years

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my girl. | pete “maverick” mitchell x reader

GIF by @indifferentvincent

warnings: A little bit of Top Gun: Maverick spoilers. Slightly angsty just because I felt like it. Mentions of plane crashes.

pairings: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x reader

word count: 1,481 (6 mins reading time)

author’s notes: This is a sequel, but because the first one is NSFW, I made sure that you don’t have to read it to understand this one. It’s right here if you want to, though! 😉

You learned that keeping track of how many days Pete had been gone would only make things worse. The worrying would eat you alive, so instead you chose to focus on work and spending your down time at The Hard Deck with some friends and Penny. You found that every time Penny rang her bell and the crowd erupted in cheers or someone plays a good song on the jukebox and everybody sang along, your spirits are lifted and you forget to worry for a while.

We’ve got time. - Maverick

The note you found on your nightstand in the morning before he left went on the dangerous mission you a ray of hope. You couldn’t make him promise to come back to you, even if you came close to asking a few times. You were not sure if you were in the position to make such demands. The worst part about all of this was not knowing where he was or how he was doing.

You ordered another pint of beer from Jimmy and while you waited, the song My Girl played on the jukebox. Some people began to sing along, but there was a voice you somehow recognize. It was coming from a person standing somewhere behind you.

“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.” The closer he got the more familiar it sounded and you smiled but refrained yourself from turning around.

Pete pressed his body against your back and his hands rested on either side of you on the bar, barricading you in. “I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way. My girl. Talkin' 'bout my girl,” he sang, his lips kissed your cheek when he finished singing. You could no longer contain the joy you felt bursting inside your heart; you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Hey, Mav! You’re back!” Jimmy greeted as he placed your drink right in front of you.

“Hey, Jimmy,” he greeted back. “Took care of my girl while I’m away?” Pete asked playfully.

“Sure did!” The old man said and the two of you chuckled as he returned to the other customers.

You turn around in your seat and saw the man you have been worried about for what felt like ages finally standing in front of you. Neat hair, not a scratch as far as you can see, with a clean white shirt half a size too small for him underneath his bomber jacket.

“Hi,” Pete grinned.

“Hi,” you said in return, your smile mirroring his. “When did you get back?”

“Yesterday. They had to debrief us, but I wanted to surprise you,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

You kissed him back and placed a hand on the back of his neck with his arms wrapped around your waist. “I missed you,” you said, both arms resting on his shoulders.

“I missed you too,” Pete replied.

“You’re not missing a limb or anything, are you?” You asked, the two of you laughing right after.

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere quiet,” he said, tilting his head toward the door.

The two of you sat on the floor of your living room, leaning against the foot of the couch while you talked, the remnants of your dinner together left on the coffee table. He told you about his mission; what he was allowed to tell you, anyway.

You could not disguise the look of worry in your face when he told you, so you gathered the dirty dishes and said, “Well, I’m just glad you’re okay.” You left him a kiss on the cheek and brought the dishes over to the sink, hoping he would not notice the change in your mood.

You could feel Pete coming up behind you and hugging you from behind. He brushed your hair away and placed feathery soft kisses on your neck, raising the hair on your body. “You okay?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, turning your head a little to give him the most convincing smile you could manage.

“What is it?” he urged, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You sighed deeply and leaned on the kitchen island. “I was worried about you. I didn’t know where you were, how you were doing. I didn’t even know if you were going to make it,” you began, fully prepared to tell him everything you’ve felt.

“And then you come home, and I was relieved because I thought everything went well. It couldn’t have been that dangerous, maybe I was overthinking it. And here I am finding out you got hit by a missile and a helicopter chased you around the forest trying to kill you. Not only that, you were practically defenseless a few thousand feet in the air while a plane chased you down,” you rambled on. “I can’t-“

I can’t live like this, was what you almost said. But you stopped yourself from saying it because you were afraid he was going to misunderstand you. You knew that living without him would hurt you worse than worrying about him everyday.

“You can’t what?” He asked, wanting you to complete your sentence. “What is it?” He asked again.

“There are days where I wished I didn’t have to go through this. Do you know how exhausting it is to worry about you?” You felt your heart hammering in your chest. “And then there are days I wished you would just…retire or get an overdue promotion so that at least I know you’re safe behind a desk,” you rambled on.

Pete took a step forward with a grin on his face, “You were worried about me?” “Of course I was,” you rolled your eyes.

“Nobody ever worries about me,” he stated, placing a hand on your waist.

“Shut up,” you slapped his chest playfully and tried to walk away from him as he laughed, his hand pulling you by the arm back into his embrace.

“Are you having doubts?” Pete asked, his face slowly turning serious.

You inhaled, “Not about you.”

“About us?” He asked again.

“About where I would fit in your life,” you finally said. “You’ve got this whole thing going on for yourself, and I won’t make you stop doing what you love just because I can’t handle it. But living in constant worry like the past few days…just-“ you shrugged, unable to finish your sentence.

Pete smiled. “Funny you should say that,” he said, his voice low as if he didn’t want anyone else but you to hear. “I love flying, it’s the reason I have always wanted to stay where I am. I can’t see myself being anywhere else other than up there because that’s where I belong,” he shrugged.

You knew where this was going. He had always been on his own before he met you, and he had always been happy. Why would he want to change that? Somehow you were not surprised, as if you had always known this relationship had an expiry date.

“But then, sitting in a stolen F-14 being chased by a fifth-generation aircraft with guns blazing, I thought ‘this can’t be it’,” Pete said, looking at you. His hand moved to his back pocket without you realizing, and continued, “I realized I’ve been clinging on to the past that I refused to get on with my life when everybody else has.”

Pete placed a small velvet box on the countertop next to you. “I’ve been holding onto this for a while. I was scared to do this; but after all of that, I’m even more scared if I never get to do it,” he opened the box and there sits a beautiful diamond ring.

You looked up at him and laughed a little, both happy and slightly taken aback. “Are you kidding me right now? You have worst timing ever!” you exclaimed and he laughed with you. “I just told you how challenging everything is going to be.”

“We’ve got time to figure things out. Imagine how fun our life is gonna be,” Pete chuckled. “Will you marry me?” He asked this time.

“I will never be able to stop worrying, you know,” you reminded him.

“I know. I’m just gonna have to live with it,” Pete said cheekily. “What do you say?”

You pretended to think for a split second until he poked your waist, making you giggle. “Okay,” you nodded.

“Yes?” He asked to make sure, a huge smile on his face.

“Yes, Captain Mitchell, I will marry you,” you said, your smile mirrored his.

Pete laughed, pulling you into a hug and spun around once. He pulled away, slipping the diamond ring into your finger, admiring it for a second before kissing your knuckles.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss.

taglist: @flyinlove @jonginvlog @callsignsmaverick

#pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell fanfic #top gun fanfic #maverick x reader

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devil-doms · 2 years

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If the Brothers forgot about you

(referring to my other post)

TW/CW: harm/abuse, angst, yelling, them acting like demons (if you need more TWs please let me know)

note: i had a tough time writing asmo and beel, so they might be a little out of character

Solomon was over as usual to teach you a new spell. This one was a request from you, a memory loss spell. You were curious if you could make Lucifer forget about your punishment for failing a test.

Just as you were about to cast the spell, Solomon was requested by Simeon to hurry to the Celestial Realm for there had be an emergency. Solomon tells you to wait till he gets back to try the spell, since you won’t be able to reach him for a bit.

After an hour you grow impatient and decide to do the spell yourself, I mean how bad could it go?

Lo and behold you messed up bad, real bad.

After casting the spell everyone in the house grew super sleepy, falling asleep where they were. After you woke up, you did your daily morning routine. But when you finally made it to the dining room, everyone was staring at you with confusion...

Lucifer:

"How did a human get in here? Who are you?" Lucifer asked, "How did you get in here?"

"What do you mean? This isn’t the type of joke you would do." It hit you, Lucifer isn't the type to play jokes, definitely not something like this.

Lucifer stood up, pushing the table back a little bit, "This isn't a game, when I ask who you are, you answer me."

“Wait, do you not know who I am?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking these questions, now would I? I'm done repeating myself." He starts approaching you, raven-esuqe wings sprout from his back. You panic and look at the other brothers for help, hoping they would tell him to stop. But they don't, they stay silent and resume their breakfast.

Lucifer grabs your arm and starts dragging you to the stairwell, "When I ask you something you answer me, when you want to cause problems you will be punished. A human like you will be lucky to survive the punishments I give."

You panic more, trying to think of things to make him realize he's made a mistake, "Lucifer, come on, its me...I know…that you locked Belphie in the attic because he was a threat, you like your tea on the bitter side...and you're so strict because you want to protect your brothers, you love them."

Lucifer stops abruptly, "How do you know that..." "Because I was here, I live here, we're family..." You say, still trembling with fear.

He presses his fingers against his temple and sighs, "I will speak with Lord Diavolo about this and see what he says about the whole ordeal. If it comes up that you're lying, you will be punished accordingly." To be honest, he really didn't want to punish you, something about it felt wrong.

Mammon:

"How much do ya think they can sell for? We don't get humans down here, its organs should make me a nice profit." He stands up and starts poking and prodding at your body, counting your organs, "Cha-ching, this is a walking money bag right here."

"Very funny." You say sarcastically, thinking it was just Mammon goofing around again.

"Hush, money shouldn't be talkin. I'll deal with ya later." He sits back down at the table to continue eating. A rush of sadness came over you, why would he say something like that? You follow him to the table, "What does that mean?"

Mammon sighs, refusing to make eye contact with you, "I ain't takin care of some human, definitely one like yourself, leave me alone."

Your furrow your eyebrows, "Do you seriously not know me?"

"..."

You lightly shove him, "Answer me!"

He quickly stands up, towering over you. Bat-like wings came out of his back. You felt so tiny, so weak underneath him. You're overwhelmed, your vision begins to get cloudy from tears and you feel them roll down your face, "You know me..." You quietly say.

Mammon's anger quickly turned to sympathy, there was something about you that he recognized, he couldn't bring himself to hurt you, "Somethin's not right, you remind me of someone..."

Levi:

You stare at Levi, after all the weird occurrences that have happened in this house, he should know what’s going on.

"Why are you looking at me? Do you think some otaku like me can't harm you? I can do it, I'll summon Lotan right now-"

You quickly shake your hands at him, "No, no that's not necessary."

He glared at you, "Of course its not, nothing I do is necessary." He gets up from his seat, “I’m going back to my room.” He walks away, taking his food with him.

Did he...not recognize you...? Before any of the other brothers could speak to you, you ran to Levi's room. You knocked on the door, "The second lord." You said, then patiently waited for him to open it.

He cracks his door, "How did you know...?"

"Because we're friends...can I come in...?"

He sighs and opens the door enough for you to slip in, quickly shutting it behind him, "I don't have friends, and I wouldn't even want to be friends with some human normie...”

“Levi…”

“I'm not the type to have loads of friends, I'm not Satan, I'm not Asmo, I'm just some worthless otaku!" You can feel the envy radiating off his body, his hands become fists, you watch him turn into his demon-self.

He walks towards you, arms trembling, "I'm not deserving of it, and you shouldn't be either." Your body is pressed against the wall, there is nowhere to go. You do the only thing you can think of doing, and grasp his hands, interlocking your fingers. He pauses, he's taken aback, "I recognize...your touch..."

Satan:

“Satan, why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, standing in place. Something was telling you not to get near the table.

“Why are talking to me like we’re friends, I don’t know you.”

“Yeah, you do, why’re you acting like that?”

“Who are you to tell me what I do and do not know, you are but a mere insignificant human. You do not know me.” His glare pierced through your heart.

He stood up, "I don’t know why you’re here, the human exchange program ended a year ago, you're not apart of that. You don't matter, I could tear you limb from limb and it wouldn't matter." A green aura surrounded him, he was gonna transform.

You gulp hard, you know that this wasn’t an empty threat. He could if he really wanted to, “You know me…we’re family.”

“Is that so? How are we family if I don’t even know of your existence?” He walks over to you and gets right in your face, waiting for your answer.

“I…I know that you want to be your own person, you hate living in Lucifers shadow. But, you are your own person! You’re quick witted, composed, you tend to overthink things-” You stop when he grabs your wrists, but with a trembling voice you continue, “You…you butt heads with Lucifer, but you really look up to him, you love him.”

Satan grips your wrists tighter, but he’s at loss for words. When he makes eye contact with you, he sees the fear he’s invoked and loosens his grip, letting you go. Something clicked, he messed up, he wasn’t supposed to hurt you, “I’m…sorry…”

Asmo:

"Ohhhhhh~ a human, you can be my new plaything! Come over here and look into my eyes, I want to seduce you."

You were confused but approached him anyways, “You know that seduction doesn’t work for me.”

His eyes widen, “I do? Ahhhh it must be because you’ve already fallen for me then! My powers must be stronger.”

“Do you…not know me…?”

“Of course not, I think I would remember a cute little human like you.” He places a hand on your arm and slowly rubs it.

You back away from him, “I don’t know if this is some new fetish of yours, but stop.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Dear, I don’t think you know who I am. I, the Avatar of Lust, can always seduce people.” He gets up from his chair, horns slowly start growing out of his head.

You panic and shout, “Asmo, stop!”

Just like that, he did, “I’ve made a pact with you…who are you?”

Beel:

"Who are you? If you came here to harm my family I will not hesitate to make you into a feast."

“Wh…why would you think that I was hear to harm you…?” You ask, “You know it’s me right…?”

“I don’t. You are intruding. Leave us.” He returns back to his food.

You stand in silence, not sure what to do. He was pushing you away, “Beel…come on…” He still doesn’t reply, he looks up at Belphie with an annoyed look on his face.

“Beel…”

He stands up quickly, the chair falling behind him, “Do I need to show you the door?” You flinch and he grabs your arm, escorting you to the front of the house.

“Beel please, I’m family, I…I protected you and Luke…I got Belphie out of the attic…” He grips you tighter, increasingly becoming more frustrated with you. Something was off to him though, but he ignored it, assuming it was only because he was hungry, “You’re hurting me…”

Beel glances down at you notices the tears streaming down your face, something in his brain clicked. He shouldn’t be doing this, he knows you. He lets go of your arm, he can already see the indentation he’s left on it.

He holds your hand, his voice filled with sympathy, “I have the feeling that I’m supposed to protect you…I’m sorry to have let you down.”

Belphie:

He was the only one of the brothers who didn’t look different, since he always looks annoyed.

“Belphie…?”

He sneers at you, “Do you mind? You’re lucky I’m too tired to kill you right now.”

Belphie was always cold, but threatening you like this was quite insensitive.

He raises his voice, “Heed my warning stupid human, that means leave.” But you don’t leave, you stand there, what’s he gonna do? Kill you again? There’s no way the brothers would allow it.

“Is every human this stupid…?” You feel a tail grace past your leg, you look down and see it slowly wrapping around your ankle. You try to back up, realizing you may have made a mistake, but his tail holds your leg in place.

When you look back up you’re met eye to eye with the demonic version of the Avatar of Sloth, and he was not happy. “Belphie, please, it’s me…”

“I don’t know you.” He reaches for your neck, wrapping both hands around it. You place your hands on top of his, trying to pry him off. He slowly lifts you, just enough to where your toes barely reach the ground. Your eyes dart around the room, waiting for the brothers to help, but they don’t. They act like nothing is going on.

You’re weakly hitting him now, maybe to knock some sense into him, but nothing is working. Your vision starts getting spotty, but before it could go black, he drops you. You land on your ass and quickly back away from him.

You watch as he stands there motionless, staring at his hands. He then drops to his knees, “I can’t…I can’t hurt you, something within me is stopping me. I cant help but feel that you’re important to me…”

Conclusion

Eventually Solomon came back and explained the situation to the brothers. Solomon scolded you for not waiting to do the spell, while Lucifer scolded the both of you for doing it in the first place.

Even if it was technically your doing for casting the spell, the brothers couldn’t help but feel horrible for the way they treated you. It was apologies after apologies for a bit. As well as something they’ll most likely reflect on.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #💜#obey me angst

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yakumtsaki · 8 months

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-Welcome to my ancestral Greek House, darling! -Oh baby it's so beautiful, huhu!🌞

I don't wanna know where the fuck you lived before, Meadow, but yes, we have arrived, part 1 here. And now it's time to christen our new household:

Perfect! Cheerleader Kea why are you here?

-Are those Sophito's kids?

They sure are.

-Wow, really dodged a bullet there.

You sure did.

-NOT ONLY DID I LOSE THE INAUGURAL FIGHT I'M ABOUT TO GO INTO ASPIRATION FAILURE

Wtf do you want me to do about it?

-YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT

NO WAY

-YES

I can't say no to my sims, it's an actual problem. HELLO GUNNAR, I HATE YOU

-Don't talk to him that way!!! -Nah it's fine, no worries, bro. Wanna get down?

GROSS. Barth seriously, please, WE CAN DO BETTER

-Can you? They seem perfectly matched to me!

Felina will you please fuck off?

-Can't, Meadow got me super into bird watching.

At night in the rain??

-Ok busted, I just wanna watch Barfolomew flop yet again!

HE'S NOT GONNA FLOP. THERE'S NO WAY HE FLOPS WITH FUCKING GUNNAR

-Wanna bet?

STOP IT

S T O P . I T .

NO WAY

BARTHOLOMEW YOU ARE THE WORST ROMANCE SIM OF ALL TIME HOLY HELL

-What you doing, bro?! -You said you wanted to get down! -I meant drugs! -What! That's not what that means, you stupid turtle-faced moron! -WHAT DID YOU CALL ME

Bartholomew if you end up getting beaten up by fucking Gunnar Roque I will legit die.

-That's so hot, bro, call me more names!

GUNNAR WTF

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, GUNNAR YOU WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM GO BACK TO THAT

-Oh Gunnar, in my family we value the exquisite Komei jaw, there's something so rebellious in your lack of chin! -Ya, call me a turtle again!

GOD

OK THEN, we are officially turtle lovers. Bartholomew let me tell you, I caved this time because of your pathetic aspiration but this is NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN. I've worked hard to make you people attractive and I'm not about to throw it all away on Gunnar Roque's spawn!!!

-Maybe we'll be childfree!

I'll do you one better, how about Gunnarfree! Now Gunnar fuck off back to the gutter you crawled from. -Sure thing, bro, later. -You can't keep us apart!

I CAN AND I WILL

Jojo's wolf mania has clearly inflicted some generational trauma on his family as Barth rolls this fear of Gunnar becoming a werewolf, which would clearly be an improvement on his looks.

-STOP TALKING ABOUT GUNNAR LIKE THAT. Now back to my song.. I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.. I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My Gunnar, my Gunnar, my Gunnar, talkin about my Gunnar..🎵

Literally kill me.

-You know what my favorite thing is about our relationship, darling? -What, huhu?🌞 -The way we both have appropriately sized chins!

Fel seriously why are you like this, what did I ever do to you??

-OH, LIKE YOU DON'T REMEMBER!

Remember WHAT

-THE WAY YOU JUST STOOD BY AND LET BARF RUIN MY PARTY

Are you serious, you're still not over that bs??

-I'LL NEVER GET OVER IT. AND WHEN THOSE CHINLESS BABIES ARE BORN YOU'LL HAVE GOTTEN WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!

Well screw you, I won't let that happen! I'll find someone else for Barth!! Someone who has a chin!!!

-IT'S NOT GONNA WORK OUT WITH ANYONE ELSE YOU DUMBASS, THIS IS BARF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

YOU'RE WRONG AND I'LL PROVE IT

-Zat's ein wunderbar eyepatch, Barthölömew, ja? -I HATE YOUR GLASSES. SLEEP WITH ME

-So the funniest thing happened at class today- -YOUR PORES ARE HUGE, YOU NEED MAKE UP. SLEEP WITH ME

-Oh, I knew your parents back in the day! -TERRIBLE HAIRCUT. SLEEP WITH ME

-WAHHH I'LL NEVER HAVE A FAMILY -NO YOU WON'T. I WANT TO BEAT UP MY SISTER. SLEEP WITH ME

Oh my God you are USELESS

-My negging tactics will work, you'll see!

-Soon I'll be the one making out in our front yard!

Ya idk Barth, this is the most pathetic picture of all time. I'm seriously considering cheating and changing your aspiration, like it's unreal how bad you are at it.

-I'm not bad at it, moron, I'm being strategic! Now it's time to invite them over and see my work bear fruit!

God you are so gross, maybe you do belong with Gunnar.

FUCK ME IT WORKED. SARAH WTF

I can't believe this is happening and neither can anyone else by the looks of it-

-YET HERE WE ARE. 2/20 I guess??

-I told you! Stick with me and we'll neg every dormie on this campus!

That's not a goal I want to achieve, Barth!

-See you later, Barth, I'm very satisfied, I'll leave you a 5 star review!

Now that I'm thinking about it, between Gunther, Cyn, Sophito and Barth we've really been operating a Greek House/Brothel for 4 gens, go us!

I'm still having a hard time believing Barth is actually good at being a romance sim, especially because Sarah has been completely desperate ever since Cyn stole evil wizard Matthew Hart from her, so I immediately invite over Sam Thomas-

-AND IT WORKS AGAIN THO GLITCHED. WTF. Ok Barth so I guess you actually ARE competent?? Who knew.

-I knew! I always believed in Barth!

GET OUT OF HERE SUNSET

And now, time for a tragedy in 3 parts:

So next day I'm feeling confident enough that we invite over Klara, my top pick for Barth spouse and she is INTO him, let's do this, Barth!!!

SUNSET

-Heeeeeeeeey Barth, what's up?🥰 -Ich habe urgent hömewörk das dö.

KLARA DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING THEM ALONE

-Congrats on your great first semester grades, Sunset! -Wanna congratulate me on my first kiss, too? -What?

OK THEN FML I GUESS. I mean I knew this would happen the day he brought her home from school and they were dancing for like 4h but still it's very upsetting.

Let's figure out the degree of relation here so we know how grossed out we should be, so they are connected through Daniel-Jojo. So her grandfather and his great-grandfather were brothers, which makes them 2nd cousins once removed. It honestly doesn't sound THAT bad, but I think the word 'removed' is really doing the heavy lifting here.

Anyway, we took a small break to kiss our cousin, now let's go back to our date with our future wife!

-Are you enjoying this magical slow dancing in the kitchen, babe? It's a move my dad taught me. -Ja, ich was here to see your höe vater.

Oh right didn't Klara turn down Sophito LOL. But his even more degenerate son she couldn't resist, Klara wtf!

-Just give me 1 second babe, I'll be right with you-

OH MY GOD COME ON. POOR KLARA

-Sorry, Klar, this is lasting longer than expected, why don't you put a movie on and hang out? -Ja, ök.

KLARA

-All done babe, come here! -Ohöhö! -Blood is thicker than water, Klara!

SUNSET FFS

B R O

Klara I can't believe this title goes to you of all people but you are without a doubt the biggest cuck we've ever encountered, I am legit shocked by this sequence of events.

-5/20 IN 2 DAYS. AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS A FLOP ROMANCE SIM. EVERYONE DID. EVEN MY GRANDMAS MADE FUN OF ME. WELL I'LL SHOW YOU ALL!!!!

Great! Barth is at 5/20 woohoos and I'm at 2/2 for supervillain origin stories this gen, it's all working out!

#gen 4 #ts2 #long post

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idiot-mage-cloudie · 1 year

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#miitopia #cloudie's talkin

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danoberry · 2 years

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★ my girl (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: the kids stay at your parents' home for the weekend. you and burt decide to take advantage of that freedom.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, handjob, blowjob, fluff, big breeding kink, talks about pregnancy, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, lots of use of "good girl"

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.2k

afab genitailia

It was the weekend of your anniversary. As most couples do, you and Burt wanted some alone time. Of course, you would never make your parents watch your children, but they had insisted. Hell, an offer is an offer. The kids would be staying at your parents’ home for the next three days.

It was strange, that Friday night. There were no kids running around the house, no one tugging on your pant leg asking you “what's for dinner,” or how long it’d be until then. It was just you and your husband. He had missed the purley one-on-one attention neither of you had experienced in a while, and so did you.

Saturday was another day to relax. You sat on the couch together and read each of your respective novels. Reading as you lay on his lap, and he, petting your hair as he read, pushing his glasses up ever-so often.

As the sun set, and orange-yellow light filtered through the window, you closed the book you were reading and kept the chapter you had left on in the back of your mind. Records sat on the shelf under the brand new television. You left your partner’s lap and sat your book on the coffee table. Walking over, you kneeled down and picked up The Temptations, turning the record to the A side. A crackle sounded as you set the needle to track three. My Girl.

“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day…” The Temptations sang.

Burt pushed his glasses up once more and finished the sentence he was reading. Setting it down, he stood up and smiled in your direction. You reached out to hug him, wrapping your arms around him tight. He sat his hands right above your hips and laid his head on your shoulder, quietly reciting the lyrics in your ear.

“My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl…”

The man- your husband- towered over you as he held his forehead close to yours, pecking you on the lips.

You both continued to slow-dance as the tune continued. His feet moved and swayed harmoniously with yours.

“Ah, you don’t know how lucky I am…” He says. Burt lets out a sigh with a smile. “You’re my girl. Wow.”

You blush at the words of praise. “I love you.”

He plants a kiss on your lips again.

“I love you, more.”

“Pshh…”

You dig your head into his chest while you both dance, until the track ends.

…

There were no set plans for Saturday, besides watching a movie (by which you didn’t know the name, only that it was romantic) that would be on the television at quarter ‘till nine. As time passed, you would continue to read after your dance, and sit propped against him.

With time hurtling towards 8:45, you sat up and went over to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

“Got it, darling?” Burt said from the other side of the wall, in case you needed any help.

“Yes honey, I’m okay. Thank you!” You replied, setting the pan on the stove.

The popcorn began to pop on the stove a few moments after you had turned on the heat. You waited the few minutes it took, shaking around the pan to get all of the kernels popped. Once they were all done, you grabbed a bowl and poured it out of the pan, before turning off the heat and setting the pan back on the stove to cool.

You approached the living room, only this time Burt was kneeling by the television, clicking buttons, moving dials, and fixing the antenna for a better signal. Eventually, he had it fixed, and he turned down the volume to a quiet yet audible sound. He got back up and sat down on the couch with a blanket.

The popcorn sat on the coffee table and a dim lamp positioned in the corner of the room was enough to create a cozy environment. The curtains stay open to the backyard, and a view of the moon which glimmered and refracted off of the window glass was pleasant.

You huddled next to your husband and grabbed the other half of the throw blanket he had on his lap, propped your feet up on the couch to your right side, and laid your head on his shoulder. Burt sat, knees spread apart, and threw his arm over your shoulder. As the Warner Bros. logo flashed upon the screen, his pointer finger drew circles around your hand, massaging it up and down. He kissed your head and rested on yours.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at the screen, you were admittedly becoming bored of whatever movie you had been watching. Where the hell even is the title screen?

You looked up at your husband with loving eyes, but he seemed interested in what was going on, and he kept his view on the television.

A thought swept your mind. The kids aren’t home.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in ages. The last time was probably months prior, and even then, it didn’t last long. Not because Burt couldn’t last long, because God, how he could, but because the last time you had had sex you were almost walked in upon by your youngest, crying about a nightmare. You might as well take advantage of the time you had, you believed.

You looked back at the screen blankly and slowly brought your hand to his upper thigh. Burt let a breath escape his lips and looked down at the imprint your hand was leaving under the blanket. Your hand massaged his thigh slowly and treaded towards his crotch. The tent growing under his pants was something getting harder and harder to hide. Burt shifted his focus from the television and now to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and slowly dragging circles with his thumb under your hairline.

Your hand finally reached the growing bulge in Burt’s pants. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his crotch, feeling him grow. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him again.

“Mhm…” he hummed with his mouth closed, smiling as a way of approval.

The hand that was just grazing his thigh was now unzipping his pants and grabbing his cock from the slit in his underwear. Burt positioned himself straighter as he felt the cold air envelope around his dick.

A low groan escaped from his lips and his eyes shut for a brief moment while you rubbed gently on his sensitive, red tip. Your hand had meticulously wrapped around his length and started a rhythmic up-and-down motion. The sight of your husband enjoying himself so much, with his head laid back on the sofa, requited licking your lips in satisfaction.

Burt’s head slowly came down again, and he opened his eyes to stare directly at the hand you were fucking him with. All the while, your mouth watered and heat pooled in between your thighs.

“Oh… you’ve always been so- ah- good at this, doll,” He said, preliminary to licking his lips and letting a quick stream of air escape between his teeth. Your head reached up to his face and you kissed his cheek.

“You’re so kind to me, baby…” Grinning on his bright red cheek, you said.

Your hand stroked him harder and harder. Burt tried not to buck his hips as your fist, wrapped around his cock, rutted up and down. The strokes slowed for a moment, which resulted in a groan, however your face had left his, and made its way down to his crotch. You opened your mouth and let saliva drip from the tip of your tongue onto his cock. A hand stayed lightly squeezing his base, your mouth enveloped the end of his cock and your cheeks hallowed out, before letting off with a pop noise.

His head threw back once more, only this time he let out a moan that made the space between your thighs even wetter. You pulsed as a reaction.

“Oh- God, hon,” he inhaled through his teeth, “you’re so- ah- perfect. You know- you’re such a good mom to our- ah- kids…”

You took your mouth off of his dick, with a bit of saliva following your mouth as you sat up to look at him and kept your strokes slow, yet steady. You went to kiss him on the lips.

“Thank you so much baby,” you said.

“Lets try for another… would you want that, doll?”

The general thought of being pregnant didn’t fancy you very much, but the idea of having another child, another that you loved and adored, that you and your husband could take care of together, made you elated. Without hesitation, you giggled with approval and nodded your head, before kissing him once again.

“I just wanna fill you up…” He commented.

Quickly, you let the strokes of your hand stop and you took off your shirt and pajama pants that you had stole from Burt’s dresser. He let his pants roll down to his ankles and he changed from his shirt to his bare chest. All that you were left with on the couch was a bra and underwear, and he sat up, completely naked and erect, his cock throbbing for your warmth.

He looked at you for a moment, encapsulating your body. You took off your parties and sat on Burt’s lap, facing him. His dick sat at the bottom of the pudginess of his stomach, just below his belly button. It propped his cock up nicely. You began rubbing your clit up and down his length, edging each of you on for a moment.

“I need to be inside you…”

“Okay baby, okay,” you replied. With that, you took his cock out from under you and played with the tip against your clit, before lining himself with your entrance and sitting down slowly, circling as you took all of him.

“Good girl,” Burt praised.

His cock twitched inside of you, which made you shudder in retaliation. The feeling was indescribable… it just felt so, for lack of a better word, good.

You began to ride his cock, beginning slowly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face deep under his chin, bobbing up and down. He thrusted into you, sounding slapping noises. You moaned loudly into his neck, while he groaned louder and louder under you.

The pace was kept by you, but was interrupted from time to time from out-of-sync thrusts from your husband, going even deeper in you than what you thought was physically possible.

“Hon-ey, hey,” he said between thrusts. You came to a stop for a moment. “I really want to fuck you.”

You clenched at his upfront words and nodded your head.

“Okay, babe.”

Burt picked you up and kissed you. He walked to the kitchen and sat you on the table

“Mmm… my good girl. God, I can’t wait to have another baby with you. You and I make such wonderful kids, don’t you think?” He prodded gently.

“Mhm...” you said, nodding like a madman.

“Tsk-tsk, Oh, how impatient you can act sometimes. You want me now, huh doll?”

“Yes please.”

Burt rolled his eyes affectionately and began to line himself up with your entrance once again, moving your body slightly off of the table, and grabbing your hand to sling over his shoulder. Your other cupped behind his neck, and you held yourself up as he began rutting into you.

Closer to orgasm, you both were. The both of you had been edging each other on until the point of unbearability. Pounding into you was Burt’s final act, and it was going to be a grand finale. He was never hard on you, but he wasn’t going to be that soft on you.

His medium-fast, hard pace was sending you into orbit. Grunts escaped his lips with every thrust, and he would smile at you as you moaned with pleasure.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum, hm? Are you gonna make me cum?”

His thrusts began to get faster as he chuckled and kissed you again.

“Mhm! Yes… mhm…mhm!”

Strings of mhms left your lips as Burt gave it his all to give you the best orgasm in ages, and to paint your walls with as much cum as he could.

“You can do it, sweetheart… Make me cum in you,” he said, reassuringly as you felt your walls clasp down on his cock. Electricity shot through your core and throughout your pussy as you came. Fuck streamed out of your mouth repeatedly.

The vibration of your core was enough to send Burt flying over the edge. He moaned loudly while warm spurts of cum lined your walls. He panted and pulled off of you slowly, kissing all over your face.

He took his thumb to your hole, collecting some of the cum dripping out of you, before bringing it to your mouth. You licked his finger clean and closed your eyes from exhaustion.

“You’re so good. You’re so good. I love you so much, doll.”

You opened your eyes to see his bright red, sweat misted face once more. You kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, baby…”

“We’re gonna have such a pretty child.”

You giggled. “I agree, hon.”

“We should start thinking of names!” He said, jokingly.

“Oh please, Burt…”

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hisokaisdaddyz · 1 year

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youtube

Based on this playlist.

Toji Smut

Has not been proofread, first person pov.

Fucking your Ex boyfriend Toji, whom you hate.

Never did I ever think I’d be letting this man fuck me again, but this was a meaningless fling, a mind-blowing one though, he knows my body better than I do, I hated it, because I hated him so fucking much, but…The way our sweaty bodies joined with each harsh thrust, the man above me staring down at me with lustful, cloudy dark eyes gripped my waist pulling my lower half off of the bed and pounding into me like there was no tomorrow.

The sinful moans and grunts that left past his beautiful lips only added fuel to the fire.

“Toji! It’s…. It’s too deep, Hnngh, I can’t.”

He chuckle pulling my arm and turning me onto my stomach, and shoved my head into the bed.

“You can’t handle what you’ve asked for? you’ll have to deal with it for now.”

He said as his finger made its way into my mouth, coating it with my saliva.

His voice was so alluring and deep, it was fierce, god I wanted to tear this man apart.

“Though, I do find that oddly weird. Why are you of all people pursuing me? After my last battle Gojo… you were nowhere to be seen in fact… It makes me wonder how you have anointed the title of the most powerful sorcerer after Gojo and Pondering about all that power you hold in you … I would enjoy the shit out of fuckin all of that outta you.”

As he finished he hummed digging his nails into my hips, the way his thick and rather large cock filled me, drowned out all the noise, I could feel his veins rubbing against my walls.

“Were you even fucking listening?”

I could only respond with loud moans and whimpers, and he brought his mouth to my ear licking it, his warm breath tickling my earlobe.

“I couldn’t quite understand that.”

“Y-yeah, huuh, I-I’m listening.”

He chuckled, pulling out.

“Liar… Repeat what the fuck I said.”

“Y-you wondered why I was following y-you!”

I emitted a scream as he rammed back into me, not giving me a chance to finish, my lower half ached as I sobbed into the red silky pillows, and he grabbed a fist full of my hair pulling me back up.

“That is not all.”

“Nngh, You fled during a face-off with, G-Gojo!”

Toji scoffed glaring down at me.

“Fled? Where the fuck could you have possibly gotten that conclusion from?”

He questioned running his fingers through his hair before grabbing my hips and pounding me furiously

“Wait! A-And you would enjoy fucking the power out of me as if you aren’t already doing that!…..! Oh god… I- I can’t! I don’t-”

The feeling was too unbearable it felt like there were three dicks buried in me, it was painfully good, and my body shook uncontrollably as this position made him able to go deeper.

‘You’ve had your chance and nothing but rubbish came out of that pretty mouth of yours, maybe I should shut you up…. How does that sound? If only you knew how to speak politely.”

He was fuming, his movements were harsher and it gave me pure ecstasy.

“Y-you don’t care about power! God! Mmph, You only want your son safe!”

“Clearly I ain’t fuckin’ you hard enough since you’re still doin’ all that talkin’

He groaned pushing four fingers into my mouth and I began gagging I grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away and he didn’t even budge.

“That oughta shut you up.”

Toji’s other hand was wrapped around my throat with a firm grip as I felt him pulsating in me and only minutes later warm liquids followed, he removed his fingers, and I inhaled deeply and glared at him.

“I’m not done until I’ve had all my fun with you.”

He stated pulling my hips up again.

#hisokaisdaddyz #hisokaisdaddyzsmut #jujutsu toji #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk #jjk smut #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x reader smut #toji fluff #daddy toji #toji x y/n #Youtube

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the-crystal-one · 1 year

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Nicest Kids in Town!

~Baltimore 1960~

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, MotorMouth Maybelle was in her kitchen whipping up breakfast for the three lights of her life: Seaweed, Inez, and Sandra.

"Now I know y'all ain't still sleepin' , we got a big day ahead of us!" Maybelle called out as she began to set the table. Footsteps came from the backroom, all different patterns. The first being heavy but smooth, Seaweed appeared as dapper as usual and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Aw come on now mama, you know you can't rush perfection."

"Which is why she told you to hurry up." A higher voice came up behind him, Inez, the youngest. Seaweed turned his head to mock her and crouched, threatening to chase her.

"Now you two cut it out, Mama is tryin' to cook for y'all, sit down somewhere." A soft, musical voice came into the jumble of the kitchen. Sandra Stubbs, the oldest of the three sat in her usual spot while she watched her siblings follow suit. Maybelle sauntered over to her eldest and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Good mornin' suga, you gon' leave ya hair like that for the day?" She motioned to the robust head of hair, shaped into a puff that sat wide and proud on her daughter's shoulders. Sandra shook her head, sipping the previously placed water, "No ma'am. Don't you worry, I'll have it nice and laid down for you all nice for the show." You see, Sandra knew what to say to ease her mother's mind, but she was also at the age where she could express herself the way she wanted. She would leave her hair up and out for school, then quickly slick it back in an "acceptable" manner in time for their debut.

"Well, as long as you're sure, now you three eat up, the bus will be here in a little." Maybelle laid the plate of bacon, waffles and brown sugar oatmeal on the table.

~A couple of minutes later~

"And don't forget, the show starts at-" Maybelle started as her children entered the not so sturdy looking bus, "We know ma'!" The three exclaimed back as the doors closed. Upon entering, Seaweed was greeted by other boys with loud exclamations, slaps on the palm and pats on the back. Inez was greeted by other girls with squeals of excitement and heavy waves. Sandra was greeted by both females and males with the same phrase, "Hey Saucy!" or "Oh here comes Ms.Saucy!"

Sandra scoffed at them and waved them off, offering some waves here and there, knowing that they were all just having fun. "Saucy? Why Saucy?" Well, Sandra is one of the smoothest singers on the South side of Baltimore. Women and men alike could sit around her for hours on end, listening to her melodic voice hypnotize their troubles away. Her voice came out so smooth is was like silk- no, Sauce. Hence the name, Saucy.

Once they had finally arrived to school, each and every child filed out of the bus, entering the building from the backdoor. Sandra's mood went from Cloud Nine to rock bottom. She hated how they were all treated, just because of their skin. There wasn't much she could do but grin and bear it, as she did so she walked to class. But it wouldn't be in true Stubbs' fashion to walk into the dull place of learning without trying to liven up the moods of her literal and metaphorical brothers and sister. So what did she do?

"I've got sunshiiiiine, on a cloudy day~," She started as she practically floated down the hallway, "When it's cold outside,I've got the month of May,~" Seaweed turned his head away from his friends to see his sister, in her usual chipper mood, "Girl you betta stop." She grabbed the hand of her brother and began to dance with him, "Come on baby brother, sing witcha sister." She looked into his eyes and smiled widely. "Wh-...fine Fine! WeEELL! I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way?" He spun his sister in a circle and seemingly everyone's mood lifted up, but not higher than Sandra's.

"MY GIIIIIRL MY GIRL, MY GIRL!! TALKIN BOUT MYYYYY GIIIIIIRL." The hallway erupted with voices, on and off key, high and low.

Sandra did a small riff before hearing the school bell ring and released her brother, hip bumping him, "3:00 little brother." She stepped into a classroom only to be met with one of her teachers, "Ms.Stubbs, you are late, that is a detention." He began to write her a slip. "Oh Mr.Ichbad, I was just outside with my brother, we did have to walk all the way around to get to our door on account of-" He didn't speak another word, but he did manage to shove that slip into her hand. She had just started her day, not even sitting in her seat yet, and received a detention.

'Well...that's a way to start a Monday.' she thought to herself as she strolled back into the hallway, making her way to the detention room.

(ALLLL RIGHTY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!) ~Chapter 2~

#x black fem reader #x black reader #x woc!reader #corny collins x black reader #corny collins #hairspray x black reader #hairspray #x stubbs! reader #TheCrystalOneWrites

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darkcrowprincess · 2 months

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Poly losers club headcanons:

Greta keeps bullying/teasing Bev about not having a date/being asked to junior prom. Bev doesn't care she's going to hang out with the boys at Mike's barn. But still deep down inside for Bev it would be nice to be asked. The other boys seeing this decide to do something big for Bev. The other day in the cafeteria, as sort of prom proposal. All the boys(including Mike who they snuck into the high school) all get up onto the lunch table and sing and dance to ' My girl' by the temptations (the brought a boom box). And serenade this song to Bev as a big sweet gesture. Than all 6 boys kneel and ask Beverly Marsh if she'd please go to prom with them( 'please go to prom with us Ms Marsh'). Its so sweet and cute. Of course she says yes. Greta is so annoyed(and jealous)

I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May (ooh) I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way?

My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl

I've got so much honey, the bees envy me I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees Well, I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way?

My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl

#Spotify #my thoughts #my writing #headcanon #the losers club #poly losers club #it #stephen king #her boys #beverly marsh #The boys love her so much #losers club #my girl by the temptations

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lgg5989 · 2 years

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Hangman SongFic Mini-Series: My Girl

Sorry this took so long! Life has been busy, also I was waiting for inspiration to strike me. Let me know if there is a song that you want me to write about in the comments!

Softey Jake Seresin | I Don’t Dance songfic | Feel How That Sounds songfic

These can be read in any order, they aren’t really connected just some cute one-shots!

The song: My Girl by The Temptations

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You pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, letting out a long sigh before grabbing your purse and lunch bag as you climbed out of the driver’s seat. Jake’s truck was in the driveway, he had a few days leave and had been home each afternoon before you. Today you almost wished that he wasn’t, it had been a long, tiring day at work, and all you really wanted to do was have some cold pizza and beer, and binge watch NCIS on the couch in your jammies.

As you opened the front door the smell of something delicious hit your nose, at the same time the lively sounds of Jake’s record player met your ears. Your purse and shoes were forgotten in the entryway of the house. As you slowly made your way down the hall to the kitchen, you tried to let your mood from earlier go. Clearly Jake was cooking dinner and you shouldn’t let your foul mood ruin his sweet gesture.

Poking your head around the corner, you saw him, standing at the stove in a black t-shirt and jeans, his back to you. He had a cast iron skillet on the stove top and he was watching it closely. He hadn’t heard you come in over the sound of his music, and before you could make your way into the kitchen to scare him, the track changed, the familiar chords of the guitar spilling out of the player.

The Temptations, My Girl, was one of Jake’s favorite songs, he said it reminded him of you. You were still surprised when he grabbed a wooden spoon out of the drawer and held it lazily in his hand like a microphone.

Bringing it to his mouth, he spun around, eyes closed, belting out the lyrics in time to the music.

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

His voice complemented the track perfectly and you felt your bad mood start to slip away watching him.

He dropped the spoon on to the counter and brought his hands out like he would if you were dancing with him. Slow dancing by himself in front of the stove, he was still singing every word with perfect tone.

When it's cold outside

I've got the month of May

You let out a quiet giggle, was there anything this man couldn’t do to perfection? Your bad mood long forgotten, you tiptoed into the kitchen, your socks dampening the sound of your footsteps in the kitchen.

Jake stopped his slow shuffling, unknowingly facing you, he used his whole chest to belt out the lyrics.

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

Right as he started to move again, you stepped into his arms. His eyes flew open, startled.

“How long have you been here?” he asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

You laughed low, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Long enough. How is it that you are perfect at everything?”

A smile broke over his face as he let out a laugh, his embarrassment forgotten, “You know me darlin’, nothings worth doing if you aren’t gonna’ do it right.”

You just smiled up at him, the song was beginning to come to a close. You fluttered your lashes at him before asking, in your sweetest voice, “Well sailor, are you gonna dance with me?”

He pulled you to him, one hand in his and the other resting on his shoulder, the two of you danced around the kitchen to the rest of the song.

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl, talkin' 'bout my girl

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl

Jake continued singing, the timber of his voice now much lower than before as his breath caressed your ear.

I've even got the month of May with my girl

Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout

As the song came to an end, so did your dancing. Jake gave you a chaste kiss before letting you go, as he turned back to the stove to check on your dinner, the fire alarm went off. The cast iron pan was smoking, the steaks resting inside well past the medium rare you both preferred them to be.

Before you could say anything, Jake grabbed the pan with his bare hand, pushing it off the burner with a pained grunt, shaking his hand as he let out a cuss, “SHIT!”.

You rushed forward, grabbing his hand carefully and leading him to the sink. You turned on the cold tap, checking to make sure it was actually cold before thrusting his hand under the running water.

As his face relaxed, the pain from before numbing away with the cold water, you let out a short laugh. Jake whipped his head to look at you, “What’s so funny?”

“Maybe you aren’t perfect at everything,” you said with a breathless giggle.

He rolled his eyes at you as he turned, moving back towards the stove. You caught his arm before he could get too far, turning him back to face you before pulling him down by his shirt. You planted a kiss on his perfect lips quietly muttering, “But I still love you.”

The hurt look from before was replaced on his face by what you could only describe as adoration before he lowered his lips back to yours again. Dinner might have been cold pizza and beer that night, but you were much happier about it than you had been before.

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A Night In

for kloktober day 6: comedy or tragedy

synopsis: Dethklok, the #8 economic power in the world and the most decorated all-female death metal band the world could imagine, has a night in.

fun stuff: some slight nickles, less ambiguous skwisface.

tws: lots of puke.

When Pickles sawed off the top half off of the chip bag, she left the greasy silver ring on the countertop.

“Hey, you know those, those uh,”

Hopefully, the res on her fingers wouldn’t have a taste, but she interrupted herself to lick barbeque chip cheetle off of them like she wished it would. She bit underneath her nub-nails to get every last sticky-salty bit.

“Those neck traction things you and Stina keep talkin’ about?”

“The what?” Natalie could barely hear over her own chewing, arms full of freshly-washed celery. Munchies and being on a fitness kick didn’t mix, but it was working out pretty well. Her teeth were like a whale’s, like a striped cornfield of celery strings trapping themselves in her teeth.

“The neck traction sling. Around your head? With the… the door?- Hey, wanna take a shot with me?” Pickles poured two shots of Everclear without waiting for an answer, leaving cloudy streaks on the outside of the bottle. Natalie was always good for it, and Pickles poured without expecting an answer.

“Neck traction thing?” She sucked celery juice back into her mouth through her teeth. Real cute, Nat.

“Yeah. What if we got two of ‘em and you used ‘em like a bra?”

…

“Pickles, that’s fucking brutal. That’s fucking great.”

“Yeah! Like for an album cover?”

“Yeah- Oh my god, I love celery-”

Natalie’s eyes were agate pink and she was put away celery like she worked at Walmart. “Even if it makes my tongue numb.”

“Dude, your what?”

“My tongue hurts when I eat it but it’s so good. Allergy or something.”

“Nat…”

“What?”

Pickles shook her head. Natalie wasn’t the type of person you oughta talk your feelings to, even if they were good. She took things a little far, she was selfish, she was haughty, and Pickles loved being her friend. Even without saying it, Pickles liked to believe Natalie thought the same way. She couldn’t ask, but she could watch them scarf celery in the same sweaty clothes she’d worn at the bar, with stringy hair and mascara raccoon-eyes.

“Here.” She put the glass into Natalie’s hand. “Ready? Three, two, one-” Dink it and sink it, without even a choke.

“Aw, shit, we shoulda tried the arm thing. Where you… you link arms?”

In the other room, Murderface shouted above the sound of The Bachelorette, “Jesus fucking Christ! Trana!” Like it was a recording, there was a response in perfect time, hysterical, mucus-y and loaded with “more” yet to come:

“Stops yellings at m-me!”

“Trana, Trana… sits up, come ons, sits up,” The lilt in Stina’s voice was martini-high and impatient but way better than Wilma’s furious monologue of grievances to no one in particular, describing how Trana was fine one minute and covered in puke the next. Trana leaned over and deposited some more on the floor in front of her. It wasn’t uncommon. The running theory was that Trana just couldn’t hold on to that much liquid at once. Compared to the rest of the band, Trana had a tendency to be messy, but her tolerance was fine compared to any other girl her size.

Pickles and Natalie did some eyebrow lifting until Natalie cracked up. Natalie closed the distance and got all up in Pickles business, speaking low through giggles: “Hey, Pickles. Pickles. What if we go watch The Little Mermaid in your room?”

Natalie swallowed the lingering plant mass in her numb mouth and dropped her shoulders when Trana started to cry and Murderface started telling her to “clean this bullshit up!”

“Shit, we gotta check on her, don’t we?” She’d already stepped towards the sound.

In the living room, Stina was trying to tie up what dry hair Trana had while she was trying to move forward and slump to the floor. “Shh, Trana, stays right here where you are, don’ts move, stops-”

Through sobs and belches, Trana started to mumble, “Ok, I cleans it up, I can dos it, I need…” still spitting up mouthfuls.

Natalie grabbed her from behind by the armpits to scoot her back onto the couch. Luckily, Trana didn’t fight this time. Pickles put a stray trash can in Trana’s hands and rested a hand on her wet forearm, which was a horrible mistake, but taking her hand away wouldn’t make it smell less like Trana-puke. It didn’t scare her: when Natalie moved Trana back, Stina moved back to sit fully on the couch, providing space for Pickles to perch on the coffee table right in front of Trana with her boots sitting in the puddle of pink, wet flakes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it dude, relax... Wilma’s full of shit.”

“I’m what?! Are you seriousch?”

Pickles whipped her head to the side to talk to Wilma directly. “Yeah, I sure am fuckin serious! Dooya really think she can do that right now? Jesus Chriest!”

“Look at this schit!”

“Dood, we pay people to clean it up!”

“Oh, yeah… Wait, not until the morning!”

“And?! Get a fuckin’ towel to cover it like we always do and keep your fuckin’ shoes on!”

“Stops,” said the metal trash can sitting on Trana’s knees. Pickles turned her attention back for a moment to shush her, putting one hand on the trash can to keep it from spilling on her if Trana suddenly stopped holding herself up. Wilma sucked her teeth.

“Sure, sure, I’ll keep my damn shoesthchs on when you shtop talking about my ‘crusty cliffhangersh’-”

“AYE. DOHN’T. DOO. THAT! Get it right! Fuck! Fucking listen to who talks to you, are you deaf?-”

Stina uncrossed her legs and let her hand fall from Trana’s shoulder to her the small of her back, and looked over her shoulder at Wilma, interrupting Pickles.“Look, Murderface, I’m stop talking about yous fucking toes when theys am look normal-”

Trana moaned and heaved up a short splatter. “Aw, sees what they dos to Trana, look at hers!” Stina started to rub her back again until Trana leaned towards her…

Natalie came back into the room like the smell of toast at the start of an aneurysm, and there was an awkward silence save for Trana sighing and coughing until Natalie cleared her throat.

“ ‘Sup?”

She froze up looking at the coffee table with eyes so thickly glazed they may as well have been strawberry-flavored donettes.

“Whats, Natalies?”

“What’s whats? Which whats?”

“I said whats Natalie! You am not makings any sense, ‘ ‘sup, fuckings’...”

“Hey…” Trana interrupted, taking her head out of the trash can. The wet front sections of her hair were stuck to the inside of its metal walls, and she grew fidgety. “I’m… I think I wansts go to bed, please.”

Pickles reached forward towards Trana. “Ahlright, Wilma, can you-”

“Oh fuck no! You can’t just dump her on me this time.”

Pickles could have smacked her, if it wouldn’t send her ice skating in sick. “Jesus fuck, Murderface! Shit! I just wanted to ask you to take the damn trayshcan, that’s all.”

“I’ll help her get inside of hers room. I need to change clothes anyway.” Stina got up and Natalie took her place beside Trana, pulling all of her brown hair back, committing herself to dirty hands. With the trash can placed gently on the ground, Natalie held Trana up with an arm around her back, which seemed to be the only dry part of her. Trana was better on her feet than Natalie expected, and they walked up the stairs together.

To avoid breathing too deeply through her nose, Natalie scratched around in her mind for some small talk. Trana reeked of chunky, pink pineapple juice and cheese. Something wet and bready squished under Natalie’s fingers as she led Trana around by her waist. “Trana, you hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“You have to stop drinking like this. At least give us a fucking warning, ok? We-”

“Natalies, I fucked up with the wines, ok? I knows what I’m doins-”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah seriouslies! Only serious, total confidensk, I’m, I’m so smart Natalies, you have nos ideas how much. You…”

“Trana, you are smart, ok?”

“Yeah, I ams! I’ve.. am so smart!”

“Pick up your feet.”

…

Stina didn’t want to hang around Trana’s mess and went off to her room, followed by Murderface. Higher than the motherfucking night sky, Pickles kept watching the Bachelorette from the floor in front of the coffee table.

“Stina, is it really that bad?”

“What’s really that bads?” She always looked phenomenal, laid up in an old bra and a pair of plaid cotton pajama shorts. She changed just in case any lingering traces of Trana were stuck to her. Wilma struggled to keep her eyes up in Stina’s hair. They kept falling into the gap of Stina’s cup and thinking about how warm her breasts might be…

It made the topic at-hand more embarrassing, but she’d think about it for weeks if she didn’t bring it up. Fuck, she’d probably obsess about whatever Stina said anyway. Trana was always kissing Stina’s feet, but Wilma definitely was a victim to the appeal.

“Uh, my toes.”

Stina moved the guitar off her lap and looked off towards the corner of her throw.

“No, it amns’t horrible. You just need diffterent sandals.”

“Huh?”

“That’s what’s ams cliffhangers. When your toes am over the fronts.”

“You’re just jealous since you rolled your ankle-”

“Ams no one jealous of fuckings… platform flip flops. Eugh.”

Wilma laid on the foot of the bed on her back, flipping through the contacts on her dethphone while Stina practiced until she noticed the sound getting less crisp and less regular… Stina’s head drifted back before her fingers stopped moving, and she fell asleep with her mouth open.

Wilma slid off the bed slowly, but not softly enough to keep Stina from snapping back to life and twitching her fingers over the strings again. “Where yous going?”

“To bed.” Wilma’s chest got as tight as a shrunk grow-a-dino sponge with a sudden awareness of the size and shape of her shadow across Stina’s bedroom floor.

“-If you wants to. You can stays here, too.”

Wilma laid down where Stina patted the bed, closer than she expected. She slept alongside her, fluttering with validation and buzzing with fantasy.

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