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yoru-no-seiiki · 3 months

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Shit, I just saw you had different accounts for different genres and I already requested on your main non smut(??) account😭😭 Okay, okay, I have a new totally original idea. What about.. male pervert yandere enemy x gn or female reader? Like enemies to lovers but one is only in on it because of their masochistic tendencies and they just love being dominated. And please add nsfw of him jerking off, finding her sweaty (sweet) gym tshirt and it being mentioned that he has, I don't know, JERKED OFF TO THEM IN FUCKING CLASS. (The oneshot could be in class👀👀)

- I'm 🙈 anon from your main account, you don't have to complete both of the requests, either one I know would make me cum, but please I'm so desperate for cocky ass bakugo katsuki like bitch guys who are so submissive and vulnerable on the inside IM BEGGING YOU.. omg, now I'm like them, fuck.

This got me pissing my pants ngl- but aaaaa yess. This came at a perfect timing! (long story short i got sum good news from my scholarship stuff in Ateneo) Your audience with me has been approved.

(also I don’t think I received your other request unfortunately uhu)

YANDERE! PERVERTED! RIVAL OC x GN! READER

tw/cw: dddne, yandere themes, male masturbation, semi-public masturbation, yun’s trauma with enrollment procedures.

MINORS/AGELESS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

University was hell before it even started. Due to complications with your scholarship, you and your parents had to repeatedly go out to get a whole bunch of documents in searing summer heat to ensure you kept the damn thing from falling through.

It was safe to say, you weren’t going to just take all that for granted.

You wanted to be the best student in the history of the institution, no — the whole country. Anything less than perfect would tarnish the effort your family has put into you.

But a certain Ricardo Peralta was making that oh so difficult for you.

Not only was he already a member of the student council and potential president for the following years, he was oh so disgustingly well-rounded and rich. You thought you were a try-hard? Well think again. Ricardo had you beat in many aspects.

But not all of them.

You are a people person by heart. Charismatic, and sociable. You knew how to mingle, how to get a person wrapped around your fingers. Ricardo may have the vantage point with connections now but in the future? It wouldn’t be long before everyone will turn to you instead.

And so began your petty rivalry.

It was subtle at first. Smirking at the one who got a lower score. Congratulating the other for winning second place while having a golden medal dangling from their neck. Scoffing at their rival for having a life outside academics ( pfft imagine having good time management? The two of you can never! )

And then it steadily degenerated into full blown petty fights. Violence at times. Anything aside from murdering each-other was free rein and even then there were days you two took that sort of route. It was mostly you though. For some reason, his parents were quite fond of you and would always let you into their mansion. This gave you plenty of opportunities to drug his ass.

You didn’t know it was because of a deal his parents made with yours to give him access to your room.

Ricardo studied you harder than the academics he worshipped his entire life. He knew you far longer than you did him. You were the reason he strove so much to be perfect. The only reason he wanted to be perfect was for you.

He knew your parents would never think to pay for the outrageous fees the University you (and by extension him) wanted to go to, so he made his parents start a scholarship program for gifted students (Anything to make their son happy). You were already guaranteed to get in from the beginning, and he felt bad for having made you panic from the strings he had to pull so that you’d always have the same classes/schedules.

So he let you win some of the little games you two had. In any case, nothing beats the reward of your smile. And the smug smirk you’d give him as you loomed over the desk, your chest almost resting on his face.

He shook his head, he can save those thought for after he stole another set of used underwear.

He usually came to your locker after P.E. it was when your scent wouldn’t be covered by whatever you sprayed on yourself. Don’t get him wrong, Ricardo was a germaphobe and a half but those cheap perfumes and deodorants you slathered all over yourself so you wouldn’t smell half bad after your exercises couldn’t compare to the scent of your body.

In anycase, today Ricardo got greedy. Impatient. Something his parents were sure to have reprimanded him on. But he couldn’t help it. Could you really blame him? It suddenly started raining out in the field. The way the water made your shirt cling unto your clothes practically made you irresistible.

“Ngh . . . [Y/N]. J-just like that . . . use me . . .” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he mumbled in pleasure. If you just walked a little more, perhaps leaned your head around the corner. . . god, he could imagine the disdain on your face. The utter disgust you’d show him.

It didn’t help that you were slandering him just a few feet away.

“That piece of shit, Ricardo. He totally fucking cheated.” You cursed, so unlike your usual polite tone with your fellow batch-mates and the faculty. He hears a resounding thud right after wards.

The movement around his shaft only gets faster. His grip tighter, harsher, as he imagines the way you’d abuse his cock. If he added any more force he’d probably tear himself apart. The thought of disappointing you is the one thing keeping him from harming himself.

His hand only ever stuttered due to the sound of your friend’s voice, ear piercing and grotesque as it is in contrast to yours, “Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko-“

“Shut the fuck up!” You angrily replied, this time slamming the locker behind Ricardo, making him moan stumble forward a little.

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Streams of white leave the tip of his cock, your threat shoving him off the ledge of pleasure. Your rain and sweat covered shirt now drenched with another type of liquid.

[Notes]:

Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko — Ouch! You really just brought my face into the fray.

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bibibusinessman · 4 months

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What members of the batfam would wear and do on their off days

Dick: skinny jeans (he looks great in them) and a batman t shirt, he’s coaching gymnastics

Jason: his robe (red of course) and his red hood slippers , he’s reading Jane Austen

Tim: old band tshirt and ratty boxers. He’s working on a case and drinking black coffee with melatonin powder in it.

Stephanie: jeans and a purple shirt, she’s out running with ace and Titus

Cass: Dance clothes, at dance practice (she has a recital tomorrow)

Damian: whatever Alfred laid out for him, he’s training with Jon, they may also make out a little bit…

Barbara: comfy pants and a Black Sabbath tshirt, she’s working on her blackmail folder for each family member, she just found Jason’s tinder profile

Duke: black acid washed jeans, tie dye hoodie, he’s on a study date at a coffee shop with his girlfriend

Kate: yoga pants and a racer back tank top, she’s at a goat yoga date with her girlfriend ( it was her girlfriends idea)

Bruce: suit, he’s at a business meeting, but afterwards he’s meeting Selina for coffee

Alfred: normal clothing, he’s reading in the library (Sherlock Holmes) later he will help the batkids make homemade pizza and cookies

All: matching Batman pjs, watching a horror movie and eating way to much popcorn and cookies

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pansyfemme · 29 days

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tshirt that reads “i grew up my entire life told by peers and family members i was ugly and unlovable and believing it so the sudden revelation as an adult that i’m not unnattactive and never have been has left me unsure how to react so i spend a lot of time on the internet as a result”

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twodogs-twocats · 19 days

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Sleep Token as Roomates

For whatever reason, my Sleep Token fixation has chosen to lodge itself in my brain in the form of a New Girl-esque scenario…

Translation: You and all four band members are roommates. Annnd there is definitely romantic tension with every one of them.

And here is what that looks to me 🤘

Content Warning: very little justification for any of this. Just my 🌈imagination🌈

POV: fem reader

Vessel:

- the one everyone thinks is in charge.

- the most fun one to do chores with. he will get them done, but have a good time along the way. car karaoke on the way to get groceries, dance parties in the kitchen while cooking, playing the floor is lava while vacuuming. he will always try to make you smile even during the most boring of tasks

- workout gear everywhere. he’s got a pull up bar installed above his door, where he does shirtless pull-ups every morning. you only watch sometimes…

- honestly, probably always shirtless in general

- the best smelling of the bunch. lights incense and candles on the reg

- always doing little things to impress you. like as soon as you come home, he starts playing piano, or doing pushups. and then will pretend he didn’t know you were home when he catches you watching

- likes to come up behind you. if you are standing at the kitchen counter, he will reach around you to grab something, with his chest pressed up against you. he uses his size to his advantage, and he gets the sense you like how big he is

- paints your nails sometimes. and sometimes wants you to paint his. black polish only

- a very good cook. often cooks family dinners

- a bit unhinged, but I could see vessel borrowing your clothes and jewelry. like going to bed in your tshirt or stealing some of your rings for his shows

- honestly, I just picture roommate vessel as a generally soft goof

- the one who’s actually in charge

- very clean and organized. keeps everyone else in line (if you know the show new girl, to me, II is a quieter, scarier Schmidt lol)

- he’s the best listener. when you have had a rough day, he will listen to you vent for hours. or if you need help making a decision, he will help talk you through it. he gives 100% attention to everything you say

- he will surprise you with finishing little chores for you. you’ll come home to a freshly washed car, or your laundry already folded

- a plant guy. always brings home plants and takes very good care of them. runs your little family garden

- morning person. this man is up at the crack of dawn and has already accomplished about a dozen things before anyone else is even up

- enjoys learning about your hobbies. if you are a reader, he wants to know what you’re reading. if you’re trying to learn something new, he will help you practice

- toxic trait is that he would be the most jealous if you ever brought someone home. like very openly hostile

- light touches. like he tries so hard to keep it platonic, but you’ll feel his hand on your back when he walks around you, or his fingers will linger on yours just too long if he hands you something

III

- the messiest of the bunch. like he will help out with cleaning, but if anyone is leaving laundry or dirty dishes around, it’s this man (often causes little spats with II)

- loud and fun. he is always singing, dancing, playing music. when you get home he will greet you with a big hug. his goal in life is to make you laugh

- likes to braid your hair. and you help him with his space buns

- takes the longest in the bathroom for sure. He enjoys regular bubble baths, and often teases you that you are welcome to join him

- when III’s energy has come down a bit, he is a master at chilling. Im talking movie nights with popcorn and candy, building blanket forts with lots of pillows. (he will sometimes try to sneak an arm around your shoulder. Not unusual for you two to end up *platonically* cuddling on the couch)

- the best dancer. You always bring him when you go out dancing or to a concert.

- the most openly flirty. will always compliment your outfits and tell you how beautiful you look.

- he will also find any way possible to touch you, even when it’s completely unnecessary — hugs when you come home, putting his hand on your knees when he’s talking to you, and occasionally even kissing you on the cheek. he especially loves to see you blushing and flustered

- tinkers with his guitar into the late hours of the night. the sound often puts you to sleep

- the most “bro”-y of the roomates

- like the only one of you who will ever put sports on tv (and you all complain and tell him to put on something else)

- the house barista. makes great coffee and is very particular about his process.

- you like to take naps with IV. You both will pile on the couch and fall asleep watching some stupid comedy. you often end up with your head in his lap and his hand resting on your waist.

- has a bit of a staring problem. he is the most obvious one about checking you out, and he does not seem to care if you notice. when you get dressed up, he will give you a full head to toe scan, and then proceed to stare at you like he wants to eat you (and he probably does, of course)

- enjoys going on walks with you. might not say much, but he always has a good time

- adds lots of artistic touches to the home. buying art or cool knickknacks to add around the house. this man has excellent taste

- the most protective of you. makes sure he knows where you are at and who you’re with. installed a lock on your bedroom door so you could have some privacy. (but he kept a key for himself, you know, just in case)

Etc.

- you definitely have a black house cat, and II is definitely the cat’s favorite

- your living room has been taken over by musical instruments. there is always, always music playing in the house

- all the boys are great at comforting you when you are sad. I could see any one of them holding you while you cry

- big family movie nights. all the boys love movies, so you will all regularly get together to watch something

#sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token headcannons #vessel #iii #II #iv

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artscloudy · 11 months

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How do you think maki from &team would be as a boyfriend?

Oh my gooood I was kicking my feet while writing this nshdhhsbd. Thank you so much for asking, hope you enjoy (and sorry for being late) <3

&Team Maki as a Boyfriend

He's super duper cute

As soon as he sees you, his eyes lighten up and he cannot help but smile so much

Whenever he says anything, he would look for your eyes to be sure you support him. And you always do, of course

But when he feels your eyes on him oh my god, he becomes so red and starts stumbling on his own words

The "he fell first but you fell harder" trope

Because yes, he's the first one to confess and yes, he's always looked at you with the greatest admiration and love written in his eyes

But you keep falling for him every day a bit more

He's the type to spoil you with gifts, mostly plushies and funny tshirts or cool hoodies

"Y/n, I got this for you"

"Maki, love, that's the third whale plushie you got me this month"

"Yes, but this one's pink"

Something like that

Does he cook for you? Absolutely no, he's a menace. So it would be you cooking for the two of you

Or you'd order take away which is always the easiest option

He'd love to "carry" the relationship sometimes, but usually he lets you do most of the work, while still actively participating in the things you want to do

For example, even if he wants to go to the arcade and you want to go to the movies, he's the type to avoid talking about his preference and just go with the flow

But some other times, he's the type to just softly ask you to organize the day for the two of you

And your dates would almost always be shopping dates where he gives you an insane amount of outfits arranged by himself to try on and then asks you to come out to comment on them

"Please not another one..."

"But this has a cute bear on the front pocket"

"Yes, but no"

"Come on, Y/n, try this on"

"... ok"

He's the type to invent cute names for you related to the experiences you had together and use them playfully

But probably, he's the type to stick to "baby" the most

You never feel alone with him: not mentally, not emotionally and definitely not physically

His love language (other than getting whales for you lol) is quality time

He'd love to have you around at all times, even if, of course, it's not possible

He'd ask you to watch animes with him and to accompany him to the dance studio and if you have to study, you study there while he dances

So that he can come and stamp a kiss on your cheeks any time he feels like it

Do your grades get lower? Definitely, but yolo

The type to hold your hand whenever you go out together

And also the type to side-eye anyone barely looking at your direction

Sassy boy not only with people he's jealous of

But also with you, giving you the most disrespectful answers to your jokes (but you two end up laughing at all times)

He'd want you to meet his family

And when you do, he'd keep an hand on your waist at all times both to soothe you and to show his parents how much you mean for him

When you two cuddle, he always has one hand on your waist and one playing with your hair

Cuddle sessions would last for HOURS with you softly caressing his arms and neck and him caressing your cheeks and hair

And if another member barges in, he'd give him a side-eye and keep hugging you and pampering you with kisses while the poor guy backs up

And you two probably fall asleep like that

The next morning, when you wake up, you wake up to him still caressing your hair while holding you in his arms

And a good morning kiss is the first thing he asks you for

And who are you to say no?

To sum it up, Maki is an enormous green flag

#&team #maki #&team maki #maki &team #kpop moodboard #kpop idols #kpop #jpop #andteam #kiss #imagine #andteam maki #maki andteam #requests

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robearta · 4 months

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maybe this is me being all sensitive but this dunmeshi extra where marcille is bitching over falins more masc taste in fashion really speaks to me. even my closest family members would always pick on my preferences bc to them i was “hiding myself” as if not liking long hair and dresses and heels was this personal failing or me hating myself.

falin if youre reading this i’ll keep dressing in dykey baggy grungy tshirts and sweaters and buzzed hair and sneakers and clunky glasses and cargo shorts. for you 🫶

#fashion #like no joke im actually gonna use this as a reference. also hi everyone im back #text #dungeon meshi #ref

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goatcheesecak3 · 4 months

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Bus stop part 7

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

Check masterlist for m!reader version! (If it's not up, send me an ask to remind me!! I always forget to post them lmao)

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Summary: just a little glimpse into life living with Adam

Y/n and Adam had been living together for about a month now, and despite the stress of the move, life couldn't be better. The pair now resided in a cosy apartment in a clean, safe, and friendly part of the city. The rent was a little higher than their old places, but with rent being split between the two of them, it was manageable. The walls were covered in an array of posters, artwork (some thrifted, some painted by Adam), and of course, plenty of framed photographs that Adam had taken. While putting up these pictures Adam had remarked over and over again that this made it feel like a "real home." In his childhood home, family portraits were pretty much unheard of, so it was a non negotiable that a picture of Adam, y/n and their new family member- a black cat named Frank- took pride of place on the small mantle in the living room.

Days in this new home would often start with the smell of coffee and toast, but on weekends y/n would sometimes spoil Adam with pancakes and crispy bacon drenched in syrup. This was the case on a particular lazy Saturday morning.

"Adammmmm" y/n whispered from the doorway to the bedroom.

The sleeping Adam responded with a grunt, and a mumbled "five more minutes," before pulling the covers over his head"

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to give all your pancakes to Frank"

That got his attention.

As if he were a sleeper cell, only activated by the word "pancakes" Adam shot out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He looked ever so cute in black boxers and a baggy band tshirt, his hair elegantly tousled and his sharp nose twitching at the smell of breakfast.

"Come on, sweetpea," y/n smiled lovingly, holding out a hand for him to take.

Adam took more than a hand, opting instead to hug y/n's waist and lean his tired head on her shoulder.

"You are literally my dream woman" he mumbled, and y/n could hear the smile in his voice.

"If I'd known pancakes were gonna illicit a response like that, I would have made them the first day I met you" y/n chuckled, hugging Adam back and kissing his cheek.

The pair made their way to the beat up sofa in the front room. It was the same one from Adam's old apartment, the same one they'd shared their first kiss on. It was falling apart and needed patching up on a regular basis, but it was too special to throw out. Curled up on the sofa, drinking hot coffee and inhaling their pancakes at lightning speed, Adam and y/n (and Frank the cat) channel surfed all morning. It was a perfectly uneventful day, and after all the chaos that Adam had been through, it was moments like this, the beauty and joy in pure monotony, that just solidified to him how perfect life could really be.

A/n sorry this took so long! I sorta lost my creative spark over the last few weeks due to some mental health issues, but I'm starting to feel like myself again, so hopefully more fics will be out soon! I've got a bunch in the drafts that I've been working on :^)) I know this was short but I hope you enjoyed!

#adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight #adam saw #saw adam #adam faulkner #adam faulkner x reader #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #saw 2004 #saw #fluff #x you #x reader #x f!reader #x yn #saw franchise #sawposting #leigh whannell #saw blog

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slasherhoe87 · 1 year

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Good Morning Honey🥰

I hope you have a good rest of the week🖤🥺

I was wondering Dark! Stepdad Michael x f| reader where Michael has been dating your mother for months and a year he's moved in with you two he starts a relationship with you while mother goes out for work or a trip away for work and something happens, I love your blog <3

Thanks Megan, you as well 😊😉

Man, did this idea make me smirk. I'll give it my best shot - hope you'll like it!

Dark!Stepdad OG Michael Myers (set in modern day) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cheating / Age Gap: Michael is 38 and Reader is 19

NSFW / MDNI

You looked down into the back yard through your bedroom window with utter dread. Your mom had invited a bunch of her friends and some select few family members for a Saturday afternoon bbq and you were not looking forward to mingling with them.

You knew the same questions would be fired at you, such as have you found work yet? have you met anyone special? i hope you help your mom around the house? when last have you seen your dad? Then they'll go back to ignoring you and carry on with their insipid conversations about their marriages and work life. As always. Leaving you to sit there like a stooge with no one to talk to.

You at least managed to get out of the first hour or so of the bbq by lying to your mom that you had a headache and that you just wanted to take a pill and have a bit of a sleep so that the medication could work before you join everyone for lunch. She believed you, to your own surprise, as the 'ol headache excuse was one of the oldest in the book.

Michael of course was not so lucky. He could not escape the dull chore of domestic entertainment and socializing that was a bbq this time around. Usually the moment mom mentioned the words 'friends', 'family' and 'coming over' Michael would disappear for a day or two and your mom had to make up stories as to his whereabouts.

You had a giggle to yourself as you spied Michael standing with the men around the grill, an apple cider in hand and a 'dear god please kill me now' expression on his usually stoic face.

You looked at him for a bit longer, admiring how the navy tshirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, how his black jeans hugged his shapely thighs and ass.

You always felt guilty when you looked at and thought about Michael in any way other than platonic. The Shape of Haddonfield was your mother's boyfriend after all. Lusting after the serial killer seemed wrong for so many reasons.

But you simply couldn't help it. He was too compelling, too darkly alluring, too physically attractive. He reminded you of a jungle cat - beautiful and svelte, dexterous and strong and so very enchanting to gaze upon. But he was also deadly and dangerous, an apex predator. Death in human form - the boogeyman. And that made him all the more alluring for you. Your mom obviously felt the same, otherwise she'd have run for the hills by now.

Michael must have felt eyes on him as you jerked slightly when you again looked at his face and found him staring up and right at you. His usual blank expression was back in place but his eyes always held so much emotion that he didn't need to use any expressions.

His head tilted a bit to the left as if asking why you weren't down there suffering alongside him. You took pity on the murderous man and decided that you had hidden away in your bedroom for long enough.

Let's just get this started and over with

You looked at Michael one last time before you left your bedroom and made your way downstairs, passing a gaggle of your mom's friends who were gossiping and giggling about who-know's-what. You gave them a quick hello and a wave and rolled your eyes as you exited out of the living room's sliding door and out into the back garden.

You were immediately accosted by your two overbearing aunts with their obedient and wimpy husbands trailing after them. They of course bombarded you with the usual questions, judgement in their eyes and fake interest and sincerity dripping from their tongues. All they wanted was gossip fodder and you were glad your life was relatively boring and free of anything to gossip over.

Realizing this, your aunts quickly ended the "conversation" and stalked off to a couple of your mom's friends. You huffed and walked over to the grill, intending to save Michael from his torment.

Before you could take another step forward your mom intercepted you and blocked your view of the handsome man with the butterscotch curls and intense stormy blue eyes.

"y/n sweetie, Angela is driving me crazy with her tales of her and Peter's trip to the UK - she's expecting me back to hear about their casino trip disaster asap. God I just can't get away. Please go to the kitchen and finish making the potato salad - I just managed to cut them into cubes before she found me and dragged me away" your mom huffed and rubbed her temples.

You chuckled and nodded before gesturing to your aunts. "Try sending her and Peter to aunt Yvette and aunt Miranda - they'll keep each other busy for hours with their gossip mongering"

"Good idea!" exclaimed your mom as she pecked you on the cheek before begrudgingly trekking back to her friends Angela and Peter.

You turn back to look over at the grill and see Michael staring intently at you again. You blush and clear your throat before you walk up to the intimidating killer.

"Sorry boys but I need help in the kitchen and I'll be taking Michael along with me" you say as you gently grasp Michael's wrist.

The men barely heard you over their own boisterous laughter and storytelling with you only receiving a few half-hearted grunts and "no problems" in return.

Of course they wouldn't miss Michael, he was practically a piece of garden furniture standing beside them. Silent and still as a statue.

Michael let you drag him through the throngs of guests before the both of you stopped in the now empty kitchen with everyone else enjoying the music and sunshine outside.

"Next time you're taking me with you to wherever you disappear to when mom has one of these get-togethers, ok?" you say as you get a spoon out of the drawer and reach for the ground salt and pepper.

Naturally you were met with silence but you weren't fazed. Despite his stillness you knew he was taking in your every word and movement. Which was both comforting and disconcerting at the same time.

To your surprise Michael went to the fridge and pulled out the onions, green and red peppers, chives and mayonnaise and handed them to you before silently moving to your side again. You smiled up at him and mouthed a thanks before you began the task of dicing up the veggies to add to the potatoes.

Your concentration on your task was at level zero with how close Michael was standing next to you. His presence was larger than life, engulfing you in a sort of tangible energy that threatened to swallow you whole if you allowed it.

You felt his eyes raking over your form and your heart began thrumming wildly within your chest. Your eyes were glued to the cutting board but at this point, with the atmosphere Michael was setting you were simply working on auto pilot.

Ever so gently - which was a miracle in of itself coming from Michael - he ghosted his fingertips along your forearm, circling your elbow before moving up your bare upper arm. Goosebumps formed on your flesh, the fine hairs on your body stood to attention and your nipples hardened and pebbled beneath your sundress.

You didn't know what in the hell had gotten into Michael but your body didn't want him stop. And stop he didn't. Your nerves felt like they were set on fire as the tall man moved to stand flush behind you, both of his hands softly caressing your ribs on either side, his lips gently brushing over where your neck meets your shoulder.

You let out a small gasp, your eyes closed and you stopped cutting the veggies. This was wrong, so so wrong. You shouldn't give in to this, you should yell and push him away and march to your mom and tell her what her boyfriend just pulled in the kitchen. But you don't listen to your head. You fall into your body's desire and succumb to the ministrations Michael is performing on your flushed skin.

"Michael this is wrong" you try and tell him but your words lack conviction and are instead laced with lust. "We can't do this" you try once more but your eyes shoot open and a loud breath leaves you as Michael lowers himself to his knees, lifts the hem of your dress and drags his index finger along your cotton clothed slit.

Little jolts of electricity bounce to every nerve and cell of your body as Michael repeats the motion while his soft lips press chaste kisses against your bare bottom. You nervously look out through the empty living room and into the garden where you can see the guests drinking and chatting away, none the wiser of what's happening in the kitchen with their friend's daughter and her boyfriend.

Michael moves to sit on the kitchen floor, his back against the kitchen cabinets and his face right in line with your now dripping pussy. A wanton moan escapes you as he pulls your cotton thong down to your knees and grips your throbbing clit with his lips, giving it a deep pull, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh.

"Michael!" you gasp as your hands drop the red pepper and knife and instead grip the curls atop his head as Michael continues to caress your clit with his lips and tongue. You find yourself grinding against his face at the pleasure wracking through your heated body as Michael's large hands grip each one of your ass cheeks, firmly squeezing and massaging them.

Eventually you feel the blazing tightening deep in your core as your orgasm fast approaches. "Michael... I'm gonna..." you can't form coherent sentences with how good the serial killer's mouth is abusing your pulsing clit. Michael gives your ass cheek a firm, hard slap - his way of commanding you to cum for him.

That hard slap sent a pleasurable jolt through to your pussy which pushed you over the edge. Your hands flew to your mouth to cover your euphoric cry as the orgasm which wracked your body was the most intense you had ever felt - your own fingers had never and most likely could never bring such an orgasm about.

You panted and gripped the counter while trying to steady your breathing as you came down from your high. You looked down onto Michael who was staring back up at you. The bottom half of his face was glistening with your juices, and while his features showed no emotion, his eyes were smoldering with satisfaction and something else you couldn't identify... something dark.

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A few weeks had passed since your and Michael's initial escapade in the kitchen and since then the two of you had been indulging in one another and simply spending more time with each other whenever you could - you of course enjoyed the carnal pleasure that Michael brought you but more than that you found you really enjoyed his company. His mere presence calmed your otherwise natural nervous disposition and you found you shared a lot of things in common such as your music, movie and even food tastes among some other things and interests. You were never the one to initiate though, you were far too shy and guilt-ridden for that.

You couldn't believe what you were doing to your mom. She loved Michael but Michael clearly didn't love her. So why was he in a relationship with her? Was it perhaps one out of convenience? A roof over his head, food, a body to keep him warm and satisfied? You could imagine his barren old childhood home didn't offer much of anything, not like your and your mom's home could.

You didn't really know how to feel about that. If that was the case then he was simply using your mom while she in return was giving her resources, time, heart and body to someone who held no true feelings for her.

With an aggravated huff you pushed those ruminations to the back of your mind, where you had been trying to keep them caged and out of sight so that the guilt didn't eat you up while you fell deep and hard into the Michael abyss - you were treading dangerous terrain with Michael and you were afraid to where it would lead to.

"You seem deep in thought y/n" you jumped, startled by your mom's voice as you sat on the sofa, with you only partially paying attention to The Last of Us showing on the tv.

"Oh! Uhm, yeah.. sorry. Just thinking about the interview yesterday. I hope I get the job" you lie nervously as you look up at your mom.

"Don't worry hun, you'll get it. That job is perfect for you, Mr. Jenkins would be a fool to let you slip through his fingers. You would be so happy in that little bookstore. Just you, your boss and a ton of books. I know you'd hate to work in a large office building with hundreds of people, bright lighting and loud constant noise like myself"

You blow out a small breath as you rake your fingers through your hair. "I don't know how you manage that, I would never be able to get any work done and I think half the time I'd just hide away in the bathroom"

Your mom chuckles and pats your head before grabbing a chocolate covered pretzel from the bowl in front of you. "By the way, I just came to let you know that I'll be leaving for a couple of days with Don. Some seminar in Seattle and he wanted me to tag along"

Your eyes narrowed as your mom carried on speaking about the business trip, though Don was more on her tongue than the actual details of the trip itself. She raved about his big house and red Porsche, and how many new business ventures he was wading into. She had stars in her eyes and a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she practically gushed about her wealthy boss and all his possessions.

You couldn't believe it. Was your mom really feeling some type of way about Don the Douchebag? You hated that guy - you'd never met anyone more smug, self-important, materialistic and pretentious as that man. You had to be wrong about this, you just had to.

Michael was 100 times more of a man than Don could ever hope to be! Sure, Michael didn't have any material possessions or financial resources but he outshone Don in all other ways.

Michael was handsome, he was strong, capable, had an indomitable will, he had an endless pool of determination and conviction. He was sure in and of himself and let nothing stand in his path. His skill as a lover was to your limited knowledge, skilled perfection. He was smart and had a subtle humour that resonated with you which often left the two of you snickering while your mom stood there not understanding the joke.

When you felt down he would sit close by you, he never spoke but his presence comforted you - he had even allowed you to hug him on occasion when you had had a rough day at school and you needed physical affection - your mom was always working of course and you were often left at home with Michael. Sometimes you'd come home to a sandwich having been made for you by him, which always softened your heart to the ruthless killer.

He wa-- you stopped your inner defense and monologue of Michael and realized you sounded just the same as your mom who was raving about Don. You paused and alarmingly wondered where all those thoughts and praises came from - and they came so quickly too.

As your inner self had spoken so vehemently about Michael a warmth had spread throughout your chest that set your heart racing. Spooked at this, you quickly shut that train of thought down and focused back on the now retreating form of your mom who was informing you that she'd be up in her bedroom packing for the business trip.

You felt eyes on you and looked to the doorway that lead to the garage. Michael stood there in his coveralls and mask, a shiver ran down your spine as those two empty black voids of the mask bored right through you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when he turned around and went back into the garage.

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Michael had been a bit distant from you and scarce from the house since your mom had been away, only showing up for dinner and two lunches. You worried at this change. Did you do something to upset him? Was he angry at you for some reason?

You didn't quite understand it, but you felt hurt by his absence and distance. You shouldn't though, he's not your boyfriend - he belongs to your mom. So why is that fact starting to hurt too?

You were lying flat on your stomach on your bed doodling in your sketchbook the night before your mom was due to arrive back from the seminar. Your thoughts were everywhere except on your drawings.

These past few weeks had unlocked something within you which had perhaps been there for a long time and only now after certain events had been transpiring was it bubbling to the surface.

That something was Michael.... and your feelings for the masked killer. You knew you shouldn't feel the things you did for him - he was a serial killer, an escaped patient... or inmate? Honestly you felt he was a bit of both. He was way older than you and most importantly he was your mom's lover... not yours.

But you had crossed that line already, had you not? None of those burdensome thoughts crossed your lusty little mind when his mouth and tongue were attached to your wet little pussy, when his long dextrous fingers were inside of your tight hole or when your lips were wrapped around his lengthy, girthy cock. You had no right to bemoan your issues with Michael and your feelings when they meant so little during your desire filled hazes.

Suddenly you felt a dip in your bed from behind you. Your eyes grew wide and your heartbeat sped up. You felt a large body lean over you, caging you between their legs and arms - the white tip nose of the familiar latex mask brushed up against your cheek and down the column of your neck inhaling your scent.

Heat and moisture immediately pooled between your legs as Michael ground his groin against your ass. You could feel his hard length through his coveralls and your thin lacy panties. A small whimper escaped you as Michael moved his hand between your legs and palmed your clothed pussy. He grunted at the warm moisture which had soaked right through the thin material and now coated his calloused skin.

A startled gasp left you as Michael flipped you with ease onto your back - that expressionless sinister mask staring down at your prone form. You noticed his coveralls were stained with darkened splotches here and there and then you spied a little bit of crimson close to the left ear of his mask - he had just come back from a kill... or killings, no doubt. A sickening thrill shot through you and to your core at the thought, your breathing visibly picked up and your pussy clenched.

You should be disgusted and ashamed with yourself at the fact that his killing actually turned you on so much or at all, but as usual, as The Shape lifted your short nightie up your body and shimmied it up over your shoulders and off your head your reservations and warnings fell to the wayside.

You stared up at the killer in eager anticipation as his large, calloused hands began to roam your soft, warm body. You sighed contentedly as his fingertips gently ran down over your ribs, beneath your breasts, down the center of your belly and over your hipbones only stop atop your soft pubic mound.

Your eyes bored into the two shadowed holes of his mask, feelings you didn't understand and maybe didn't want to understand swam at the forefront of your mind as Michael worshipped your body with a sensuality and gentleness you didn't think him capable of. But should you really be shocked? Michael had been surprising you for the last 3 years by proving all the preconceived notions about him wrong. Even your mom took him at face value and never delved deeper into the man behind the mask.

You smirked not so innocently inside your mind, this was something you had of Michael that she didn't. Michael showed you and you alone the real him, the man beyond the one dimensional aspect of the serial killer, the true Michael Audrey Myers and you would savour this for as long as you could.

Michael then trailed his warm hands back up your body to your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving them a firm squeeze before his fingers began rolling and pinching your pebbled nipples.

You mewled and squirmed at the sensation as his ministrations on your nipples sent small jolts of electricity down to your aching clit.

Michael then took his right hand and brought his fingers to your mouth, pushing his middle and index fingers past your lips for you to suckle and lave with your tongue. You stared up at him again, your half lidded eyes making contact with his own as he finger fucked your mouth. Your ears perked up as you heard the faintest of moans from behind his mask - you smirked to yourself as you found that there were few things sexier than a man who was vocal during sex, even if it were on the softer side. Not that you had been with other men to personally know and hear them moan, as you were a virgin - but you did watch porn.

Him removing his fingers from your mouth broke your chain of thought as you watched him move his hand down to your pussy where he then inserted his wet fingers into your clenching, eager hole.

You squirmed and mewled as he began pumping his long thick digits in and out of your slick pussy, his other hand was rubbing circles around your throbbing clit.

The pleasurable sensations made you tweak and pinch at your nipples which sent you over the edge. With a cry your orgasm shot through your body, your pussy spasmed and clenched around Michael's fingers, your clit pulsated and you sighed in satisfaction with your head hitting your pillow as you came down from your orgasm.

You watched lazily and contentedly as Michael removed his fingers and made to unzip his coveralls. You admired his fit form as more and more skin was revealed the lower his zipper went.

Once his coveralls had pooled below his hips and his throbbing, red tipped member was released you assumed he was after a blowjob as the two of you had not had actual sex with one another yet.

Your eyes widened when Michael brought the head of his large cock to your slick pussy and dragged it up your slit before circling it over and around your sensitive clit.

Was he planning to-- was this the night!? And with Michael Myers??

Your heartbeat sped up again and your chest visibly rose and fell. Michael looked towards you and tilted his head, seeing your sudden nervousness.

He reached for his mask and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before returning his attention on you. His stormy blue eyes were darkened with lust yet held a softness to them that you were unused to as he gazed into your own e/c eyes.

Your breath hitched as bent forwards and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes and felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You obliged and opened your mouth, allowing his tongue access. The kiss, at least from your end was sloppy and amateurish as you had never kissed anyone before this. Michael didn't seem to care as he moaned into your mouth. His bare chest was now flushed against yours, his hold on both sides of your head became firmer as the kiss deepened and became more desperate.

You raked your fingernails across his back and gasped into the kiss as you felt the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. Michael pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting and smiling up at him. Never did you ever think a kiss could be so good.

You looked down to where Michael's length was gently resting atop your pubic mound and wondered if you were ready to lose your virginity... to your mom's boyfriend.

The easy reply was yes, a thousand times yes. You wanted this so fucking badly and with nobody else but Michael. And before the other voice in your head could list all the reasons of why you shouldn't do this and why it was wrong you pushed it to the very back of your mind and smiled up at Michael once more before spreading your legs a little wider - your permission for him to continue. For the both of you to go through with this. For Michael Myers to take your virginity.

Michael dragged his nails along your hips and along your thighs before he gripped them and pushed them as wide apart as he could. The cool air hit your moist pussy causing you to whimper. Taking his cock in his hand he ran the head up your slit before rubbing small circles over your clit, you moaned and cupped your breasts. You had never wanted anything more than this before. This is feeling was so unfamiliar, so strange and yet felt so right, so good.

"Michael, please... I need you.. now" you whined as you tweaked your nipples and ran your hands down your flushed body.

Needing no more confirmation Michael aligned the head of his cock with your entrance before carefully pushing inside. You gasped and whimpered at the burning and stinging stretch, gripping Michael's forearms tightly as they rested on either side of you.

Tears welled in your eyes at the painful sensation and looking down at your now joined bodies you knew that Michael's impressive girth was not helping.

Michael began moving in and out of you at a steady pace and slow rhythm, giving you time to adjust to the new sensations.

Soon the sting and burn began to dissipate and pleasure washed over you. You moved your hips forward to meet his thrusts which had now picked up pace and strength.

"Yes Michael... harder.. faster!" you moaned louder as Michael obliged. His pace became thunderous, your hips and thighs visibly rippling as his pelvis slammed against your sweaty, heated skin again and again and again.

Your nails scratched at his back, your toes curled. You never would have thought sex could actually feel this fucking good. The stretch of Michael within you was overwhelming as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each deep thrust causing you to let out obscene moans of intense pleasure.

As the both of you chased your orgasms, Michael too became more vocal. His low, throaty grunts and moans sent thrills down your spine, hastening the euphoria that was fast approaching.

Michael leaned down for another desperate kiss as his fingers lavished your clit with needed attention.

The kiss broke as Michael let out a pornographic moan at his orgasm, thick ropes of warm sticky cum coated your fluttering walls and with a cry your own orgasm assaulted you at hearing Michael. Your pussy clenched and gripped his shaft, milking it of everything it had to offer.

Michael collapsed on top of you, his weight and him still sheathed inside of you comforted you in a way you didn't know you needed.

You brought your hand up and began running your fingers through his curly sandy blond hair, a content smile gracing your lips. You didn't want to speak to ruin this peaceful moment, so you closed your eyes and continued your ministrations on Michael's head as he hummed in sleepy approval.

There were so so so many things to contemplate on now and to consider going forward but as sleep began to take you, you would worry about everything tomorrow.

If only you had heard the key being slotted into the front door downstairs....

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Megan, girl, sorry lol I got carried away with this one - its way longer than I anticipated. Hope you don't mind 😄

#michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x reader #halloween #halloween 1978 #slasher #slasher smut #slasher fic #slasher fucker #slasher lover #slasher fandom #slasher community

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lovelaetter · 1 year

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Read some of your older fics with karina and cant stop thinking about older stepsister karina whose an absolute perv. Wearing short shorts or just big tshirts cause you know shes always staring. One night she decides shes had enough teasing and plans to fuck you while you sleep. But you knew she was pent up and frustrated so when she comes to your room you absolutely dom her and finger fuck her into the sheets. From that night on you tease and fuck her whenever and wherever you want no matter whos around

TW: STEPCEST

thinking about her leaving your room in the morning before your parents wake up, a bit lost cause let’s say you spent some good hours fucking her, and then when you see each other again at the kitchen for breakfast you act like nothing happened, barely saying good morning to her and keeping on talking to your mom and rina can’t act normal, not being able to look you without blushing.

waiting a few moments after your mom leaves and pulling her closer, saying she looks so cute all shy and leaning to kiss her, what makes her back off, looking at you like you’re crazy, to which you only laugh, saying that now that you got a taste of her, it will be almost impossible to resist :( and that it’s kinda her fault, being such a perv and wanting you from start. she gets angry, goes to say something but you take advantage to grab her hair and get the kiss you wanted so bad.

after that, turning her life into a nice hell, always finding a way to touch her, from simple things like holding her hand to grabbing her ass when no one is looking. finding her doing laundry one day, bending over going through the clothes, and not holding back after seeing a peek of her panties under her pretty mini skirt, grabbing her by the waist and bending over the washing machine, not caring if there’s someone just outside the room. laughing at her attempts to muffle her noises by biting her hand or a random shirt she was holding before you decided to slide her panties down her legs and get a taste of her cunt.

resting your hand on your thigh during dinner and while one of your parents is asking her something moving it to between her legs just to see her gasp and freezing for a second, blush instantly creeping to her cheek, and then saying “answer dad, rina” while roughly rubbing her.

fucking her when there’s someone else in the house too, maybe other family members or friends, everyone in the living room chatting and laughing not knowing you’re having to cover her mouth or else she will give away that your fingers are wrecking her hole in the kitchen.

#asks #aespa smut #karina smut #cw: stepcest

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dopecarmilla · 27 days

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As I was watching the behind the scenes of the latest game changer episode I notice two crew members wearing the same tshirt and after some light searching I found Nico Romero (awesome prop creator) has a band!

#dropout #game changer #nico romero #gal pal #d20 #dimension 20 #brennan lee mulligan #sam reich #music

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our-butch-experience · 3 months

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my butch expirence is being 👌this close to sewing my own butchy clothes since buying it isn't a easy option for me, but I sadly don't have the stuff to do that nor skills, and anytime I bring it up to the people who could help me get them (can't drive lol) they just mention a queerphobic family member could "teach me" and then never actually help me learn or get sewing materials :(

like I just want some nice fancy butch fits, including some historical inspired ones, but alas that seems too much rn. so I'm stuck as a simple tshirt + jeans butch lol (which is also an amazing fit, but not my max ideal)

#butch

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sgt-morgan · 2 years

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Estrellita✨

Moonknight Masterlist

Follow up Drabble

Part 2: ☀️Knight and Day🌙

Part 3: The Little Sunspot🍼

Description: there is only one person more important to you in life than The Moon Boys, and that was your niece. What happens when Jake meets her for the first time?

Warnings: Use of female pronouns for reader, some references to smut in a joking manner, other than that I’ve written another fluffy one folks!

A/N: Jake Lockley gives Girl Dad Energy™️, and he deserves all the good things in life.

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“Listen, when you come over today, I have a little visitor, so if this is Jake fronting, keep a happy face! Cause if you scare the kid, we’re gonna have problems. Love you baby!” Jake listened to the ending of your voice mail with a chuckle, he knew a thinly veiled threat when he heard one, and he thought it was super hot. He knew of your niece, seeing her in photos and hearing her voice on phone calls on numerous occasions, but he was honestly a little shocked to hear he was going to be meeting the child in question. He knew you loved him and the rest of the system equally, and he had previously met a couple of your family members, but he didn’t truly believe that you loved and trusted them enough to let them interact with the most special person in your life.

The day she was born, Cassiopeia, affectionately referred to as Cassie by family, was a little miracle. Your Niece was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you constantly told everyone exactly how it was true. Your parents decided to get back together because of your niece, your sister and her husband moved to be closer to you because of your niece, and finally, you met the boys because of your niece. Your niece was a feisty little thing and often found herself in trouble, and about a year ago her attitude and fearless spirit led to a broken arm. The day she broke it she called you crying, insisting you come to the hospital. So of course, in your desperation to get there, you smacked into Jake.

“My word, I’m so sorry!” You gasped as you smacked into a man who was carrying a cup of coffee, spilling it all down his front. “I’m so sorry! I was in a rush, my niece is in the hospital and I can’t find a ride and there aren’t any cabs! I’m sorry!”

Jake was burgeoning on Murderous when you smacked into him. His day had already gone to shit, and now he was covered in coffee. He was preparing an absolute onslaught of curses in Español, until he looked up and laid his eyes on what was quite possibly the most beautiful person on planet earth. So naturally, he offered you a ride, the two of you have been inseparable since.

Thinking back on that day, Jake smiled widely and pride filled his chest when he remembered that you first fell for him. He then thought about the little catalyst he was about to meet, and decided that by the end of the night, he was gonna be that little girl’s favorite person if it killed him.

He got to your apartment around dinner time, bag full of groceries in hand, and a plan to charm this kid. He knocked, and when you opened the door he almost fell to his knees. You were beautiful, your smile was just perfect, your hair knotted up in a bun on top of your head. You were wearing one of his shirts, an oversized Ramones tshirt, and he could feel that puff of pride well up in his chest again. He noticed as you pointedly looked down at your legs and he glanced down, seeing a little girl hiding behind your legs shyly. He gave you one of his devilish smirks and a wink, you knew tonight would be perfect.

“Oye, Mi vida! You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.” He smiled and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, producing a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind his back. You chuckled at this, because normally when Jake brought you a gift, it was more likely to be a bottle of whiskey than a bouquet, but you noticed with a laugh that there was an airplane bottle of Jack tucked carefully between the blooms. “Hey, I heard that there es una princesa here? All I’m seeing though es mi reina!” Jake heard a small giggle from behind you, and was pleased to see your beaming face as he attempted to get the small child to come out from behind your legs.

“PST! Down here!” He heard a small childish whisper and he grinned as he looked down to see a little girl that for all the world looked just like you. From the mischievous smile on the girls face, he could already tell you all would be the best of friends.

“¡Dios mío! Mi Vida you shrank!” He gasped, placing a dramatic hand over his heart as he glanced down at the giggling little girl.

“No silly! I’m Cassiopeia!” She smiled and came out from behind your legs. She was wearing an adorable little dress, and Jake felt his heart melt a bit at the sight of you with a tiny version of yourself, he might even want to give you a tiny version of yourself, but that was for later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Well! Cassiopeia huh? So you’re an Estrellita, a little star?” He nodded crouching to meet her level, as Cassie blushed sweetly at Jake’s term of endearment. You chuckled and thought ‘Same kid.’ As Jake leaned into her conspiratorially. “Well then, I must be the luckiest man alive! I was only expecting one pretty girl to take on a date tonight, but now I have two! Good thing I came prepared! Para ti, mi estrellita!” He said softly, brandishing a perfect white rose between his fingers. Oh boy had he won her over. You’d never seen your niece take to anyone as fast as she took to Jake, and you began to believe that the bastard had a secret supper power as a child whisperer. “Vamos, mis señoras, ¡estoy preparando la cena! How do we feel about enchiladas?” He winked at you as he was pulled into the house by a tiny fist clasped around his finger. You blushed madly, pressing your hands to your heated cheeks, beaming. God, you loved that man.

Jake was a phenomenal cook. You didn’t understand where he learned the skill exactly, because Marc and Steven were practically hopeless in that department, but he never disappointed when the kitchen was concerned. You looked on in wonder as he carefully pulled a stool up to the counter for your niece, and listened as she rambled on to him about the movie Coco, her only frame of reference for Spanish, besides her dad who was from Argentina. He nodded and muttered comments when appropriate and occasionally handed her ingredients to toss in to the rice that he was carefully toasting on your stove. Once the rice was simmering and the enchiladas in the oven, you knew what came next. Jake walked over to your record player and flipped the needle into the grooves with a smile. Suddenly throughout your apartment the Kako y su Orquesta played throughout the house, and Jake reached to spin you into his arms, and sway you around the kitchen. You giggled and swayed in his arms as he carefully kept an eye on the food. Your niece giggled and clapped as he spun you in and out of his arms with a brilliant smile. Your bodies rolled together in perfect time and your niece squealed, wanting a turn of her own. Jake spun you into a chair at your table, and pointedly pushed his glass of wine towards you with a conspiratorial wink. He then swung your niece from the counter and placed her feet on top of his, and held tightly to her hands as he gently danced in time to the music with a smile. “Oye, Cariño! You didn’t tell me she was una bailarina!” He smiled charmingly at your niece, and you laughed for all you were worth, because you could have sworn you could see the hearts in your niece’s eyes. When the timer went off, Cassie had practically laughed her head off at Jake’s silly antics dancing her around the kitchen, and had easily fallen in to calling him Tio Jake.

You sat down to the table to eat, and she grinned at every bite, you had never seen the usually picky child eat as much as she did. When you thanked Jake for making the food, he smirked at you with a wink and said “No me des las gracias, todos los cumplidos a estrellita, ¡ella era la verdadera cocinera!” You rolled your eyes and laughed again as Cassie smiled brightly and asked Jake to stay for movie night. He had an even further surprise up his sleeve. “But of course! I brought candy!” You couldn’t help but melt a bit inside as he pulled out her favorite, and yours. At this point, the little girl was practically buzzing with joy, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have this man. You squealed alongside your niece and pressed your foreheads together in excitement as you discussed what film you would watch. You scooped her up into your arms and left to change into your pajamas.

While you were gone, Jake took the liberty of popping popcorn and spoke to his alters about how wonderful you were.

“Did you see them talking? They way their foreheads pressed together and their eyes sparkled? My days, that woman is a goddess in disguise.” Steven swooned in the reflection of the wine bottle on the counter, causing Jake to chuckle. “And Cassie is a dream! I can’t wait to meet her! She is quite the cheeky thing, Innit? I bet she would love the museum! Did you hear her talking about Mayan mythology? She’s adorable.”

“I’d for one LOVE the chance to put a baby in our girlfriend. Did you see the way she danced tonight? My god, that was hot.” Mark growled, causing Jake to smirk.

“Imagine it up close padrecito, Demasiado calor para este mundo. If there wasn’t currently a child present? We would be having an entirely different evening.” He muttered throwing a wink at the reflection of his alter in the pot he was washing.

“You dog you,” Marc cackled, “also, you didn’t tell us you were good with children? Cassie loves you!” Marc exclaimed with an impressed smile.

“Oh si,” Jake muttered under his breath, “normally, No soy tan bueno con los más pequeños, but Cassie is the reason we met our girl, so I figured I needed to put the work in.”

“Tio look!” Jake turned with a small smile to see what was quite possibly the most adorable sight in the world. You and Cassie stood side by side in matching pink pajamas, Jake couldn’t help the look of wonder that came over his face at the way your eyes sparkled while you posed with your little niece on your hip. He couldn’t help but imagine you with a little girl of your own, with his brown eyes and your perfect pink lips. He nearly swooned.

“Oh my goodness! Mi vida! I wish you had told me, I would have brought a pair of my own!” He grinned as Cassie nearly laughed herself to death. You couldn’t help but join her at the mental image of your big scary boyfriend in a pair of pink pjs. “What?” He faked offense at your laughter. “You don’t think I could pull them off?” He gasped laughing as he pulled Cassie from your grip and settled into the couch with your head on his chest and Cassie’s in his lap. You settled in to watch whatever princess movie your niece wanted to watch, and Jake noticed as slowly, both of you fell asleep in his arms. His heart felt so full. He has always been the protector, the brute force, the berserker, but in this moment, with you and this little girl curled up so gently in his arms. He got to experience being the lover, the soft one. He tallied up as another gift that you and this brilliant little girl gave to him, and he could t be more grateful. For a moment, Jake got to smile, and be at peace. “Buenas noches, mis amores.” He said stroking Cassie’s hair and kissing you gently on the forehead as he watched the rest of the movie.

About half ten, Jake heard a key in the lock of your door. He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep, but it didn’t really matter. He heard as two voices hushed each other gently and giggling, made their way into your living room. He figured this must be your sister, who he’d met before, and your brother in law, who he had not. “Shh!” A female voice whispered “Awe look! They’re asleep!” He peeked one eye open and gave a half smirk to your sister, Allison, holding a finger to his lips. He shook his head in amusement as she clicked a picture of the three of you curled into each other.

“Hola, Amigo.” Your brother in law whispered, shaking his hand after scooping Cassie into his chest. “¿Qué tal la noche?”

“Muy bien, tenía dos hermosas damas para comer, ¿qué podría ser mejor?” Jake chuckled softly, shifting the blanket to cover you further as you curled more firmly into his side.

“Ah, so you’re Jake, nice to meet you hermano, Marc and Steven spoke very highly of you. I’m glad we got the chance to meet.” Your brother in law Andreas smiled and nodded at you, handing the baby to his wife, “She speaks highly of you too, you boys have really won her over.”

Internally Jake and the rest of the system couldn’t help but feel so grateful at how well your family treated them, how easily they accepted them into their close knit bond. Surely it couldn’t be this easy with everyone, but he accounted it to your parents, who were big proponents of mental health awareness. Tonight only further demonstrating how lucky they all were to have you, and they swore to always keep you close. “Si, I am a lucky man.” He smiled, placing another kiss to your brow.

“Well Jake, we’re gonna get going. Take care of my sister or I’ll kill you!” Allison blew a kiss at him and Andreas chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

“We’re both lucky men.” He smiled and winked as he left, locking the door behind them. Jake sighed and positioned you in his arms a little tighter. After he was sure you were comfortably pressed between himself and the back of the couch, he sighed and fell back into sleep, dreaming of little girls with Steven’s smarts and Marc’s sass, his keen eye and your beauty. He’s never had a better nights sleep.

Over the next two weeks, he had spoken to your niece three times over the phone, taken her to the zoo, and gotten them matching keychains. He also received a beautiful drawing of his cab that he hug from his fridge with pride. It was safe to say, he was smitten. It was a rare thing to get Jake to truly smile, not smirking, not the maniacal grin he gives when he’s especially homicidal, but truly smile. The list used to only be occupied by one person, you. Now however, he seemed to smile every time he heard a childish giggle over the phone, or looked at his fridge. Hell, his Lock Screen was the picture Allison took of the three of you. The list had gone from one to two, and he had never been more grateful. Now that he had met the baby, the baby seemed to latch onto him as tightly as you had, and he learned one thing he for sure needed to know about the women of this family. (Especially if he wanted one of his own.) They had all inherited that gene for being truly threatening.

“Tio, next time I see you I have to meet all the other uncles, or I’m going to be really cross with you.” She grumps from the other end of the phone. “Mi Tia says that the others are jealous, and I want ALL of my favorite uncles to be happy! Because you make me happy!” There was that thinly veiled threat thing again, mixed with a sugary sweetness that almost made his heart pop. She had missed the finer nuance of the system of course, but she was young , she couldn’t know. It was honestly impressive that she was even able to semi comprehend that Jake had two alters, so they took what they could get.

“Si Estrellita! If you want the moon, I won’t hesitate to give it to you!” He winked at you when he gave his terrible pun, and you rolled your eyes. Those two were going to be trouble, you could already tell. However, if there was one thing you knew about you and your boys, you loved trouble, and couldn’t wait to make more of it.

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br1ghtestlight · 5 months

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do you have any headcanons for the Belcher family?

SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE 50 YEARS TO ANSWER THIS writers block or whatever. I will give u a few each because i like thinking about these characters :)

bob

he is a big fan of 70s and 80s dad rock music and some queer culture music from that era like freddie mercury and cyndi lauper (that he listened to a decent amount growing up next to a gay bar). when the kids were younger he would sing to them in their highchair etc while he was cooking dinner and dance with them, louise and tina were not huge fans of his music however lol louise ends up enjoying more kpop/alt/punk rock music and tina likes upbeat pop music. gene definitely shares his dads music taste tho!! they go to concerts together when gene is a little older

pete (regular at big bob's diner and owner of the gay bar next door) was bob's first gay crush as a kid. kinda stressful bcuz he was coming of age Directly during the aids crisis and having an older queer male figure in his life really helped. he also had a weird gay situationship with one of his nerdy guy friends from high school and they did some..... experimenting together 👀

he has movie nights w/ each of his kids!! he usually watches hawk and chick movies with louise, western movies with gene (or really stupid high school comedy movies like pitch perfect. at gene's request) and basically Whatever romantic comedy or horsegirl movie of the week that tina chooses. he honestly loves all of them bcuz they remind him of his kids personalities and interests <3 these happen usually three to four times a month and he'll let the kids stay up later (until 10pm or 11pm) to watch with him, but they usually fall asleep on his lap before the end of the movie

he let tina and gene give him makeovers when they were younger with mom's old makeup etc. he mostly did it for their sake but he really did enjoy wearing the nail polish, I think he'd look good in black nail polish if he didnt have to wash his hands 500 times a day working in the restaurant. he's very into the alt rock and roll style and aesthetic in theory if not in actual presentation

in his heart he's a punkrocker in reality he is a middle aged dad wearing old tshirts stained with ketchup

linda

when louise was younger (before she could shower/bathe herself) linda was the ONLY person she'd ever let wash or brush her hair when her ears weren't on. linda still gives louise her (very very) occasional haircuts so that her hair doesn't become TOO unmanageable, and she brushes louise hair sometimes just for fun :) louise is the one she always sings the harry truman song to because louise thought it was funny when she was younger

linda's dad taught her how to ride a bike when she was a kid but by the time that gayle was old enough to learn their dad wasn't really. interested in doing that stuff anymore lol. so linda taught gayle how to ride her bike!!! it didn't go super well and there were lots of bruises and tears involved over a four day period, but it's some of gayle and linda's happiest memories together. linda stepped in a lot for gayle when their parents wouldn't put in the effort

linda was actually involved in A LOT of sports when she was growing up!! she was on the school basketball team and did some soccer and track extracurriculars. she was a bit of a jock and she still enjoys playing sports on the rare occasion she gets the chance w/ one of her kids (but she is sliiightly too compeitive). louise is the only belcher kid who is any good at athletic stuff but she isn't super into team sports. she'll play occasionally with linda at the park though. she's also the only belcher family member who can handle linda's competitive spirit, including bob

tina:

started wearing glasses at like five months old bcuz she's farsighted and genuinely couldnt see ANYTHING lol. there exist very few pictures or videos of her as a baby before she got glasses (her infancy was also somewhat chaotic due to the newly opened restaurant and everything so not a lot of time for photos) when gene and louise find a few in an old photo album its GENUINELY like they found a previously lost artifact from ancient egpyt. they've seen tina without her glasses obvs but this was tina BEFORE her glasses!!!! wow!!!

she enjoys cooking w/ bob even though she isn't a particularly good cook. she's anxious around stoves and other appliances which is most of the problem but she also doesn't have a natural talent for it 😭. she helps bob cook dinner sometimes and when she was younger she helped with cooking a special mother's day breakfast for linda (gene and louise were too little to help out)

tina loves both her parents equally but she prefers spending time w/ bob more than linda bcuz he matches her energy level better. they're both anxious kinda quiet and introverted people (tina obviously got most of her personality from bob) so she just likes hanging out with him and going on errands together. tina has a special place in bob's heart too as his oldest child and his firstborn, so they really do love spending the day together whenever possible

gene

when tina is in high school and gene and louise are still attending wagstaff, gene will take his allowance and take louise out to get ice cream after school at least once a week bcuz there isn't anyone around to tell them not to. they both enjoy the time they spend together <3 louise really misses this ritual when gene goes off to high school but they still do go out for ice cream occasionally. and it's only a few dollars but gene likes feeling like he's providing for louise in some way as a Big Brother and spoiling her (even if she pays for their ice cream days maybe half the time)

gene's seperation anxiety is actually A LOT worse when he's without his sisters than when he's without his parents. he can deal w/ a few nights without his parents there but he genuinely does not like being seperated from his sisters for more than a few hours. it's really hard for him & he worries about them so much. luckily there's rarely any reason for them to be apart, and he's a middle child so he'll always be going to the same school as one of them

he thinks bob gives the best hugs out of everyone in the family :) 2nd place goes to tina. sorry linda

louise

she likes drawing!! she wouldnt call herself an artist and she's not exactly trying to be good at art anyway, but she has her desk w/ her crayons and paper and sometimes she scribbles for fun or to express her feelings. she does this on her schoolwork too which makes ms labonz angry but she will admit louise is pretty funny and good at cartoons

she'll be a HUGE anime and kpop fan when she's older but not like stan twitter kpop fans. she'll unironically take pride in her favorite manga being an underrated cult classic from the 80s underground japan scene or whatever. nobody else in her family 100% gets it but tina will watch naturo and one piece with her even though she finds them a little bit boring and hard to follow. tina likes the anime boys

when she's bored in class she draws tattoos on herself in pen/sharpie and when other kids see what she's doing they want her to draw on their arms too. she charges a quarter for each person she tattoos, and she had a decent business going until the teachers shut it down and warned her about ink posioning. SIGH. she'll probably get real tattoos when she turns 18

#ask #bob's burgers #headcanons

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┈─ 𖧷 i think i knew you in a past life . every time my soul sees yours, it trembles with knowing . AKA F8TE, an eight ( including cléo ) member friend group consisting of producers, dancers, idols, actors, and more who found each other through each other and are now affectionately dubbed by fans as THE REAL HOUSEWIVES ( & HUSBANDS ) OF SOUTH KOREA.

XAVIER KENT ⸝⸝ aries. ‘98. rapper & producer under JYP ENTERTAINMENT. stage name : KNIGHTX ( can be pronounced as either knights or knight x. ) resident sweetheart, big hugger, has had a ‘minor’ crush on cléo that fans think isn’t very minor due to fans figuring out cléo voices his producer tag. 1/3 of the STAR TRIO. with cléo and moniq.

HOW DO YOU KNOW CLÉO? ‘ was introduced to her by family when i was around eight years old. you know, kids in the same age group play together and all that. we pretty much stuck to the hip after that. but she’s always been more than just a family friend to me. she’s been a fixture in my life for years. ’

MONIQA LE FLEUR ⸝⸝ leo. ‘98. soloist under JYP ENTERTAINMENT. stage name : MONIQ. ( pronounced as monique. ) unanimously voted as group mom, has a soft spot for both cléo and xavier. dotes on cléo so much fans also believe something romantic is happening between the two. 1/3 of the STAR TRIO with cléo and xavier.

HOW DO YOU KNOW CLÉO? : ‘ we’ve been best friends since we were babies. we practically slept in the same crib — she’s my other half. i’d do anything for her, and i know she’d do the same for me. ’

MALAKAI ST. JAMES ⸝⸝ gemini. ‘99. vlogger, ‘part time actor’. online persona : SAINT KAI. the group ‘trouble maker’, though it’s mostly because he finds himself in odd situations as an odd sort of superpower. famous online as ‘that one guy who didn’t flinch while playing five nights at freddy’s’ and regularly has beef with at least one character in the games he plays. ( ex : bonnie. ) when he’s not gaming, his vlogging channel is complete 180 to his other, depicting a peaceful life and many, many plants. started his acting career when he tagged alongside a friend to an audition and wooed the casting director enough to land a minor role, catapulting him to even higher heights of fame.

HOW DO YOU KNOW CLÉO? ‘ xav introduced us when he heard she watched my fnaf play throug. we originally bonded over two player games, and our friendship’s been going strong ever since. sweet kid, but don’t let her cute face fool you. she wiped the floor with my ass in smash once and i still haven’t recovered. she’s kind of a beast, haha. ’

MALANI ROSE SINCLAIR ⸝⸝ libra. ‘99. leader, main vocalist, and lead dancer of five member girl group HONI under JYP ENTERTAINMENT. stage name : LANI. everyone agrees that if cléo wasn’t known as the youngest of the group, she could definitely be mistaken as such. soft voiced with a big heart, but fiercely protective of those she holds dear. mess with lani and HSK will bury your body and put you on a tshirt.

HOW DO YOU KNOW CLÉO? ‘ she had debuted before me and i was just looking for friends, honestly. the idol industry is huge and daunting without a friend. that was cléo for me. she would smuggle snacks in and we would escape to the roof and just talk about everything under the moon. ’

DANTE ANDERSON - LEWIS ⸝⸝ scorpio. ‘99. a part of an impressive dance crew called THE ROYAL FAMILY. one look at him and you can tell the mischief in his eyes and smile go way beyond tricks and pranks. self titled ladies’ man, whatever that means, and flirts with anyone. ( the rizzness was written about him. ) known to fans as ‘that one guy who gave cléo her first dating scandal’ much to his delight and her poorly hidden fondness masked as exasperation.

HOW DO YOU KNOWN CLÉO? ‘ we worked on a stage together. a really sick production. was a backup dancer for many of her stages beforehand but we hadn’t really connected until then. she handed me a water bottle after practice and asked to go over the routine one more time, and the rest was history. ’

XIOMARA MAWUSI ⸝⸝ taurus. ‘00. main dancer and lead singer and rapper in six member girl group VIX ( also read has 6IX ) under BE:LIFT LAB. stage name : XIOMARA. this girl is a force to be reckoned with, from her stage presence to her alluring flow in both singing and rapping. she’s the hardest to get a grip on in the group, preferring to be shrouded in mystery, but behind closed doors can be the most caring person you could ever come across. even if her actions can be questionable at first.

HOW DO YOU KNOW CLÉO? ‘ met her through her twin, which was kinda creepy at first. like my first thought was, ‘why did alexei come back in a wig?’ sweet girl, makes killer cookies. could solve world peace with those. they’re what won me over, honestly. let me not even lie. ’

ALEXEINDRE TORELL ⸝⸝ cancer. ‘00. main rapper and lead dancer of six member boy group TOMORROW X TOGETHER. stage name : ALEXEI. cléo’s twin brother who loves to tout that he was born mere minutes before she was, much to her dismay. the two get along ridiculously well despite what they show on camera, and they often claim telepathy as the reason why they act so eerily similar. most of their synchronized interactions aren’t planned though, so they prefer to render their audience speechless the fun way.

HOW DO YOU KNOW CLÉO? ‘ how wouldn’t i know cléo? it’s unfortunate, really. sometimes i wish i ate her in the womb. the bane of my existence. i would kill for her. don’t listen to niq when she claims to be her other half. i’m literally right here and breathing. ’

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