#he had a shitty little mullet

[illustrious-slimeman]

pov: you are at a Black Mesa office party circa 1970 listening to the new guy info dump about the history of fermentation while your workplace bully tries and fails to not stare directly at his tits the entire time

#hlvrai #hlvrai bubby #dr. coomer #hlvrai boomer #bubby was either decanted already grey and balding or #he had a shitty little mullet #there is no inbetween

[weird-an]

"Oh no!" Steve thinks when he opens the door to their apartment and smells the sweet scent of a cake baking in the oven.

There's already a tray of muffins cooling on the kitchen table.

A cake and muffins? Billy had a bad day, then.

Billy cracks an egg with his fist, so the bowl shakes. He's wearing a black apron, mullet up in a messy bun and a cigarette dangles from behind his ear.

He hasn't stopped baking. His day must have been shit. Secretly, Steve is happy, because baking is better than Billy getting drunk and in trouble and he has gotten so good at it.

Billy slices open a vanilla pod with a knife that's way too big for the little thing. (Billy's favourite knife. Whenever Steve mentions its size, he just licks his lips and tells him that he's great at handling big things, Steve of all people should know that.)

"Fucking asshole," Billy growls, punching the dough sitting on the counter with his fist and scooping the vanilla in a bowl full of cream.

"Hey Billy," Steve clears his throat.

Billy stares at him, nostrils flaring. Okay, it's not yet the talking stage, Steve figures.

"Lemon," Billy barks.

Steve puts his hands in his hips. The fruit bowl is right next to him.

"Thanks, Steve," he says loudly when he throws the lemon at his boyfriend.

Billy grunts, almost apologizing, catches the lemon and breaks it into halves. With his bare hands. Steve's jaw drops a little.

He watches Billy finish the frosting and occasionally punching the dough.

"Fucker," Billy spits. It goes on like this for a while.

Steve cracks open a cold one and occasionally throws the ingredients Billy asks for at him.

"Thanks," Billy suddenly says when Steve washes strawberries for him. His voice is rough, like he's had a good cry. Maybe he had.

"Shitty day?" Steve asks, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"They didn't give me the raise," Billy mumbles.

Steve's heart aches. Billy had been working so hard at the garage.

"I'm sorry," he says, squeezing Billy's hand.

Billy hums. "M sorry, too.“

He gestures awkwardly at the two cakes and dozens of muffins behind him, like he's seeing them for the first time.

"Don't be. I love your baking," Steve grabs a muffin and takes a bite. I love you, he thinks.

Frosting still on his lips, he gives Billy a kiss.

"So sweet," he laughs.

"Idiot," Billy says. I love you too, Steve hears.

#let him bake and rage #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy

[octuscle]

You have been posting transformations with these long haired guys and I think it's really hot.

I started losing my hair this year and I'm only 23. I'd love to become a huge bodybuilder with that sexy wavey shoulder length hair. I'd love to be a towering meathead in tight speedos and long hair.

It's incredibly frustrating to be just 23 years old and already feel old. You never had the body of an athlete. But you could be pretty proud of your full head of hair. Until it started with the circular hair loss at the back of your head. You tried all kinds of things. But it only got worse. You tried caps. But that looked silly. Now you wear your hair extremely short. Could look cool… If your features were more angular…

It's your first summer vacation since you lost your hair. The first debacle was that you didn't apply lotion to your head. Your scalp was cancerous red and burned like fire. After a week, it was somewhat better again… But now your hair has grown back and you've forgotten your clippers. Your routines simply haven't adapted to the situation yet.

You feel incredibly ugly among all the beautiful people anyway. Maybe at least a fresh buzz cut can save you a little. When you came back from the beach yesterday, you saw a hairdresser on the way to your hotel. The next day, on your way to the beach, you go there.

It's an old-fashioned salon. The hairdresser is still sitting in the corner reading the newspaper so early in the morning. He greets you in a friendly manner and asks you to take a seat in the shiny chrome chair. He puts the cape on you and asks what you want. You smile painedly and say there aren't many options. In your experience, hairdressers always like to talk about soccer. So you add with a grin that you would like Brian Hoyer's hairstyle.

"Brian Hoyer? Las Vegas Raiders? Good man!" The hairdresser is in his element. He asks if you would like a free shave as the first customer of the day. You gladly agree and sit back, relax and enjoy. The hot towels open your pores, your face is soaped, the sharp blade skillfully runs over your cheeks, the after-shave is refreshing. And the hairdresser has been talking the whole time without a dot or a comma. First about football, then about Las Vegas, then about the government. You're so relaxed and in a trance from the facial massage that you couldn't care less. Even if the rest of your vacation isn't perfect, this visit to the hairdresser is a highlight.

"So like Cole Holcomb, boy?" asks the hairdresser. You nod, still deeply relaxed, the back of the chair reclined far back. As expected, the long hair cutter starts. But it feels different. Normally you feel the blades closer to your scalp. No matter, you are in the hands of a professional and enjoying yourself. Especially as the hairdresser doesn't stop talking for a second. You don't notice when he starts working with scissors, you're not irritated that he's using a hairdryer, you don't get suspicious when he kneads hair wax into your curls. "So, boy, a Cole Holcomb for once. What he'd look like if he had your strong curls, boy!"

Bloody hell! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're driving through the Mullet. Strong, healthy curls. But what a shitty haircut. You look like a redneck. And that with your untrained fat body. The hairdresser ignores your horrified expression. He removes the collar, brushes the loose hair out of your neck and sweepingly removes your hairdressing cape. For a brief moment, your eyes go black. It's the first fainting spell of your life.

Yes, on the first day you had to get used to the new situation a little. All the leering and admiring glances on the beach, in the open-air gym and in the bars and clubs in the evening. But thanks to Stevie, you are perfectly shaved every morning and no matter how hard the party was the night before, he massages every wrinkle out of your face.

In fact, you didn't even know who this Cole Holcomb was. But now you follow him on Instagram. And he follows you like a few other 1,000 people.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #inked man #mullet #ai image

[jimblejamblewritings]

the fake date plot | part 3.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: there is music in this chapter so here's a spotify playlist —> click here

Previous Part | (Series Chapter List)

You waved Alice over to the Gryffindor table when she came down for breakfast. The two of you were always early. After realizing your roommates weren’t morning people, you started to sneak to breakfast and avoid the squeaky dip in the floor right before the door. It was always you and Alice in the mornings for about twenty minutes before even the professors came to eat. Your friend sat down right in front of you. 

“You know my friend, Lucille, right?” she asked as she piled her plate with breakfast pastries. 

“Yeah. The girl with the mullet?” 

“Yes. Great, so she’s telling me that Xeno was staring at you the entire time at the party and complaining about you leaving with James. So now, we just want to know what’s going on between you two?” 

“I was drunk off my rocker. All he did was help me, James and I are just friends.” 

That word felt oddly right in your mouth. You and James were acting but a real friendship seemed to be forming. Since you both were going to come clean to Xeno and Lily once reaching your goals, you’d be happy to be real friends when the whole situation was over. 

Although keeping up appearances without someone else to know the secret was kind of draining. You wanted to tell Alice. You thought so as you and your friend walked to class. Maybe just maybe you could tell Alice.

Of course, you’d have to talk about it with James first. He’d probably want to tell the marauders. And you couldn’t tell Dorcas by any means. Because Dorcas talked a lot and she would tell Lily by complete accident and ruin the plan. You bent down to get your books out of your leather school bag and prepare for Charms. 

“Hey, so I’m thinking we go to Hogsmeade this weekend like the whole group. Of course, I’ll have to see if James isn’t asking Lily out. Although, I’m starting to be friends with the others I think so maybe Peter and Si—” 

You looked up to see Xeno instead of Alice sitting next to you. He gave you a smile that you meekly returned. 

“Is that an invitation for me?” 

You nodded. “Do you like karaoke?” 

You honestly didn’t hear Xeno’s answer. He sat next to you for the rest of the class and you had a hard time focusing. Maybe James’ plan was actually working. This was the longest conversation you ever had with the man next to you. The moment class ended and Xeno and Alice left you for their classes, you ran to the quidditch pitch to try and find James. 

He usually practiced or went over plays in his free time before lunch. You guys had given each other your school schedules on the first day so you could speak with each other privately or meet at different classrooms. James was right where you expected him, polishing his broom and cleaning the end of it. He grunted in surprise when you launched yourself at him, arms around his neck. 

“Xeno wants to go to karaoke, we have to move the date up to this weekend!” 

James left as he moved you off him. “Did you tell him we were going on a group date this weekend?” 

“Well, I thought I was talking to Alice but I turned around and it was him and I panicked.” 

“Okay, we’ll make it this weekend. You know, I’m glad this plan is working for one of us.” 

“Has Lily still not budged?” 

He shook his head. You tried to comfort James but it didn’t work. He put up the polish and held out a hand to help you off the bench. The two of you started the walk back to the castle. James looked at you multiple times before finally opening his mouth. 

“I know this is shitty of me but can we continue the karaoke plan even if Xeno asks you out? It’s just I’m not getting anywhere and I’m not sure why and Lily doesn’t se—” 

“Prongs.” You tried to shut him up. “Yeah, we can continue. I’m only having luck because of your plan.” 

“Thanks.” 

You linked your arm in his. “Don’t mention it. Come on, we’re totally going to get our people.” 

“Totally.” 

“Skip with me, Jamie.” 

“Of course, my lady.” 

The two of you skipped through the halls until you made it back to Gryffindor, ignoring the stares of the other students. People were bound to talk about it which would only help your case but you found you didn’t care. You wanted to stop thinking of James as just a coworker for the plot and more like a buddy. 

You told James, when the two of you reached the Gryffindor Tower, that you would ask Lily to Hogsmeade instead of him. She was more likely to go with roommates instead of a boy she knows has a crush on her. The moment your roommates found out it was karaoke night at the small pub next to Three Broomsticks, they were down. 

They also insisted on dressing you the moment you mentioned that Xeno was in the group of people going. You pulled down at the tight silk slip dress going barely past your butt that Dorcas had lent you. She swatted your hand before you reached the entrance of the school, insisting you looked great. 

Everyone else met you a few minutes after. Despite this being the start of how you guys were supposed to date, you and James walked with your crushes to Hogsmeade. You were up at the front and he was in the back of the group. You wondered if your friend was having better luck than you. Xeno was complimenting you but you were just unsure how to respond. Maybe you should have gone over flirting with James before the weekend had arrived. 

The group reached the small pub where almost no one else was. Three Broomsticks was way more popular but usually the small pub also had customers. Peter looked in the window of Broomsticks to see a bunch of people gathered around a stage. The Sugar Quills were playing and everyone was listening to them. You all shrugged. Sure, listening to the band would be fun but now you all had the small pub all to yourselves. 

The bartender seemed to be happy to see customers and greeted you all. You took the couch up at the front, overjoyed it was finally free for once. As expected, Sirius was first to the karaoke machine while you all were ordering drinks and food. You were curious what he was going to pick. A lot of muggle songs were covered by wizard bands or just got popular that his pick was the luck of the draw. 

You slapped a hand to your mouth when the first notes of Lady Marmalade started playing. The marauders looked at the rest of you. 

“He’s tone deaf,” Peter explained. “But loves singing.” 

Remus nodded. “Every day in the shower, under his breath, loves duets. Don’t worry, you can laugh. He’s already told us he doesn’t mind the laughter, he actually likes it cause it means you’re paying attention and enjoying the performance. It’s not like he doesn’t know he’s bad but he just thinks he’s not a strong singer.” 

“We haven’t had the heart to tell him the truth,” James said before turning to cheer his friend on. 

After their explanation, you all got comfortable and enjoyed Sirius’ performance. It was horrible singing but he looked so happy. He couldn’t dance either. That somehow made it so much more endearing. His arms were just flailing and his knees were shaking. But Sirius could strut like any runway model. He finished the performance with a spin before handing the mic to Mary. 

Between bites of sliders, fries, nachos, and desserts, you enjoyed everyone’s singing. Mary’s I Will Survive made the bartender dance. Lily found the trunk of accessories and costumes for karaoke to perform September which she put on a funny voice for.

She passed the mic to Alice’s other Hufflepuff friend who grabbed the group of Puffs to sing Hotel California on inflatable instruments. Alice stayed on stage to sing Superstition with her inflatable piano. She handed you the mic and your roommates cheered you on as you held up both hands and shuffled your way to the stage. You shuffled through all the songs available which was basically every single one. 

“I’m not a good singer,” you murmured into the mic as you picked a song. “Okay, this one.” 

It was a French song you knew because one of your childhood neighbors was an older French couple who moved to Uk because the wife was working in the Ministry of Magic as a liaison between the UK Ministry and France’s Circle of Magic. It wasn’t a dancing song, making you worried that you wouldn’t be as entertaining as everyone else so far. But Tous les garçons et les filles was a song that you were comfortable with. 

The others swayed on the couches and armchairs as you sang softly. Your smile got bigger when Sirius started singing with you, eyes closed, as he swayed on the couch. Bless him. The beautiful solo turned duet ended with soft claps from your friends before you handed the mic to Xeno. His hand covered yours, fingers rubbing slightly before continuing to the small stage. You didn’t know he was a fan of The Turtles but there he was singing Happy Together.  

“Do you mind if I sing another?” 

“Let’s go!” Sirius shouted, making all of you laugh. 

“Perfect.” Xeno ran a hand through his hair. “Frank, boys. Want to help me out?” 

Everyone ooh’d at the notion of backup singers. People made their own plans to do backup for each other. Frank Longbottom stood at the front of the backup crew, hands on his hips in a sassy pose as if he was born ready for this exact moment.

Xeno faced the back so he could dramatically turn around when it was time to sing Somebody to Love. You felt your cheeks get hot as you blushed from the song. It felt like he was staring right at you for most of the song. Or were you making it all up? He was definitely staring, right?  

The boys left Frank on stage at his request of being the next singer. He took your route of performing a slower song. Dorcas was the first to pull out her wand and let the tip of it light up ever so slightly as Frank continued his performance of Tiny Dancer. You, Mary, and Lily squealed when he approached Alice and held her hand. Frank had always been an unnoticed sweetheart that you guys couldn’t help but melt at his gesture. He ended the song and gave it back to Alice. 

She grabbed Mary and forced her onstage to do a duet of Ain’t No Mountain High. They swapped out Alice and added Marlene and Lily to perform Proud Mary. The girls forced all of you off the couch to dance which you did.

You shimmied shoulders with James before turning to Xeno and dancing with him a little. The song ended and James was up next. He looked Lily in the eye as he took the mic that was in her hands even though Marle was closer. She looked away quickly, almost nervous. 

James picked Build Me Up Buttercup. His singing voice was deeper than you thought it would be. You smiled as you watched him direct his attention to Lily who seemed to be enjoying it but wasn’t making any moves. James sat next to her and gave the mic to Xeno’s friends. He wasn’t listening too hard as they sang I Want You Back or when Dorcas sang L-O-V-E or when Peter sang I’m a Believer. However, Lily didn’t move much closer to him but she did give him a smile. 

You all laughed when Marlene picked I’m Coming Out. Sirius informed you she sings that at every opportunity despite coming out every other week since fourth year. She gave the stage to Remus who was the only person that hadn’t performed since y’all been there. The songs were coming to an end and you all would probably leave after thirty minutes or so of talking. Your mouth dropped open when Remus opened his mouth to sing It’s Not Unusual. 

Sirius nodded as he leaned over. “Voice of an angel that one.” 

“No kidding.” 

You shivered, rubbing up and down your arms after Xeno took a short run to the bathroom. James moved over when he spotted you out of the corner of his eyes. You looked away from Remus’ stellar performance for a moment to see a sweater underneath your nose. James was now in a t-shirt. 

“You seemed uncomfortable too,” he whispered. 

“The girls picked this outfit. It’s cute but I don’t think I’m drunk enough to wear it.” 

He laughed. “That the only reason you accepted my outfit?” 

“I took four shots before you even arrived at our dorm.” 

“Four shots? No wonder you were blackout by the end of the night.” 

You were about to say something else but the two of you were interrupted by Remus calling the boys on stage. James left the couch while you put on his jumper. You never thought you would see the day that the marauders plated Y.M.C.A.

How many times had they sung the song? Because they had a whole routine that didn’t seem to be made up on the spot. No one was looking at one person to follow the moves they were doing. This was an entire production. James tapped his head three times and you knew it was the signal. 

Nervous was an understatement as you approached the stage when the marauders finished their song. Remus winked at you and you would have thought he knew what you and James were doing but that was impossible. It was time for the acting performance of your life. James and you had to look in love to everyone else but simultaneously oblivious to each other. Easier said than done. 

Naturally, you picked Crocodile Rock. Not quite the romantic duet but it was one of your favorite songs and the most comfortable for acting. You and James spun around, held hands, danced like you were in your own world.

When Alice choked on her drink after James dipped you, you thought you might actually convince them. James didn’t linger on stage, giving the mic to Peter the moment the song ended. Peter, in a bit  of shock, called Dorcas and Mary up with him. The three of you laughed when he picked Play That Funky Music — a perfect way to end karaoke. 

Everyone talked a little after before the whole group left the pub to head back to the castle. Being a seventh year was great, there was basically no curfew as long as you had your id on you to check back in with whoever was at the front.

Everyone had kind of defaulted back to walking with their friend group, except you and James who were now at the very front of the pack. You stumbled a little at the end of the Hogsmeade oath. James held your elbow to stop you from face planting completely. 

“You and platforms are clearly not friends.” 

“Shut up.” You made it only two steps before tripping again over a branch. “I’m sorry, help me please.” 

James laughed as he took off his shoes. You raised your eyebrows as he told you to take your shoes off. James switched with you, charming the platforms so they would fit properly on his feet. 

“Can you even wa…” 

He had no problems making it back to the castle. He didn’t even have problems making it up the stairs. You didn’t follow the rest of the Gryffindors, making sure Alice got back to Hufflepuff then the Ravenclaws made it to their tower. You paused outside of Ravenclaw common room when Xeno stopped. He turned to face you. 

“Tonight was a lot of fun. You should hang out with us a lot more.” 

“You were a great singer.” 

“Thank you,” Xeno said with a smile. “You were good too, I’m not lying.” 

You looked away from him for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Well, thank you. Bye.” 

“Wait, wait a minute. I’m not letting you walk to Gryffindor alone.” 

A smile crept onto your face as he walked with you. The two of you were right in step with each other up until you reached the entrance of your House. Xeno grabbed your hand. 

“You looked really nice tonight… Hey, at the party, that was your first time drinking, right?” 

“Was it that obvious?” 

“You did kind of shout it to the world.” 

“No, I was talking to James about it.” 

“You were shouting it over the music. So was that your only first?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’ve shagged before? Or snogged maybe?” 

“No,” you whispered. 

“Oh.��� 

“Oh?” 

“Nothing. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

Xeno tapped your shoulder and gave you a side hug before leaving for his dorm. You felt tears start to well up. Before you knew it, the tears were streaming down your face as you stepped inside. You ran up to your dorm where almost everyone in the Gryffindor group was hanging out and playing cards. Trying to hide your face you went to your wardrobe to find some pajamas and your toiletry bag. You turned back around with a bundle of clothes in your hands, hiding half of your face. 

“What does it mean when someone says oh because the person they’re talking to hasn’t even kissed someone before?” 

Sirius shrugged, not looking up but shuffling the cards. “If they’re saying oh then they probably think the person is a loser virgin. Don’t get why that matters though… What? I don’t care if they’re a virgin or no—” 

Sirius looked up when Peter shoved him with an elbow and pointed at you. The other boy stuttered through trying to cover up what he said, not realizing you were asking because you were said person. The tears were coming down a bit harder. 

“Where’s James?” 

“Our room,” Peter said. 

Thanks barely left your throat as you left the room. You practically ran to the boys’ dorm, knocking on it softly. Groaning could be heard from the other side. James shuffled his slipper covered feet, opening the door with a bit of annoyance. You looked up at his half closed eyes. 

“I’m sorry, were you sleeping?” 

James opened his eyes when your voice sounded different. “Oh, Y/N, what happened?” 

You shook your head. “Can I just stay here for tonight?” 

James moved aside so you could come in. He had been asleep but was glad you came in because he was still in clothes from karaoke night and needed to change and properly get ready for bed. The two of you went into the bathroom. James tried to make you laugh as you both brushed your teeth, looking at each other through the mirror. He was succeeding a little bit. 

You both decided to just clean yourself up without making the other leave the bathroom. Besides, you wanted to vent with each other. James got into the shower, stripping from behind the curtain and throwing his clothes into a pile a little bit away. You got into the bathtub filled with bubble bath taken from James’ prime selection of bathing tools.

It was apple scented and clearly one of his favorites based on how empty it was. The bubbles covered all your important bits. James made the curtain levitate so it would cover his bottom half but opened the shower more so he didn’t have to shout for a conversation. 

“She gave me a side hug. A side hug! Girls don’t even give their friends side hugs, what does that mean? We are friends or supposed to be,” James said as he ran a washcloth over his body. 

“Was she weirded out when she hugged you?” 

“No.” 

“Then maybe she’s confused? We talk a lot in our dorms. I think she likes you but is concerned about how it makes her look.” 

“Huh?” 

“Well she’s spent a long time building up the perfect Head Girl image and no time for men especially you James. You are the definition of himbo jock that gets the nerdy perfect girl. It’s so cliché when you think about it.

"Next thing you know, you guys will get married at nineteen, have three kids too young and then she’ll resent you for the rest of her life and you will divorce and marry some barely legal Gryffindor to relive your glory days like the pathetic man you’d become and she’d get revenge by marrying your best-friend turned brother you turned out to be a better man than you ever were. It’s a typical fiction story whether book or movie, especially in the muggle world.” 

James laughed. “Thank you for that, bug.” 

You audibly shrugged. “We just have to show her that you’re more than a himbo jock who only cares about sports and banging the one girl he can’t have.” 

“Sounds good… and what about you?” 

“What about me? Sirius made it clear that Xeno thinks I’m some loser virgin. What do I do about that?” you asked as you finished washing up. 

“Sex isn’t the most important thing in a relationship and Xeno needs to realize that. He seems to be into your looks, that’s not the only thing. What if you guys get married then what?” 

“Are you insinuating I’m going to be an ugly sixty year old?” 

“I’m just saying sometimes looks fade. Xeno needs to see that dating is better than a one night stand or even a friend with benefits.” 

“Thanks. I guess we’re gonna start dating now?” 

“Phase two starts next Wednesday,” James confirmed. 

“How are we doing it?” 

You swore you could hear him thinking from where you were. 

“Do you mind getting drunk again?” 

“I was planning on living hangover free for the rest of my life.” 

“Can you fake it?” 

“How good of an actress do you think I am?” 

“I got it!” James clapped his hands. “Small party in our dorm, tell your roommates that they’re invited.” 

“I’m trusting you James… Okay, I’m getting out of the tub now.” 

“Eyes are closed.” 

You looked over to see he was so serious about not looking. You slipped into your pajamas, a set of shorts and a short sleeved shirt with a bunch of teddy bears on them. You hopped up on the counter to do your skincare, telling James you were dressed and he could look again. 

“Love the bears.” 

“Are you being sarcastic?” you asked as you applied toner. 

“No,” he scoffed. “Maybe I just like bears. Can you throw me my briefs?” 

“These?” 

“You don’t have to hold them like they’re soaked in basilisk venom.” 

“It’s your panties,” you said with a toss. 

“Um, ladies wear panties. These are briefs.” 

“You know in some countries they’re all panties.” 

James left the shower to put on the rest of his clothes. He stood behind you as you stayed sitting on the counter. You lifted your leg a little so he could grab his pants. You looked at him through the mirror and smiled. 

“Your curls are so pretty.” 

“Thank you. Everyone else in my family has bone straight hair but I finally started learning to take care of it. You have a lot of skin care… What?” James asked when you whipped around. 

“James Potter. This is just seven steps.” 

“SEVEN?” 

You sat on your knees and pulled your products closer to you. “Here. I’ll show you.” 

James was happy to hear he got six steps instead of seven because he had already washed his face with a cleanser. Technically with soap but you didn’t want to think about that. James listened intently as you went through the steps of toner, green tea and aloe serum, eye cream, moisturizer, and a light oil. You were positive everything was going in one ear and out the other but at least he stood still when you wiped the cotton pad of toner over his face. 

The two of you heard commotion in the dorm room. One set of footsteps followed by more sound. Remus’ voice was very loud as he asked if James was down in the common room. You pulled away for a moment so he could shout to his friends that he was in the bathroom and they could come in before returning to the aloe vera serum you were spreading on his face. 

Peter opened the door. His eyes went wide as he squeaked and then closed the door quickly. Sirius and Remus, who were looking for pajamas after using the cleaning spell on themselves because they just couldn’t be bothered to take a proper shower, looked over at him. Sirius took off his shirt, his question coming out muffled. 

“What’s the problem, Wormy?” 

Peter moved away from the door. “Y/N’s in there and Prongs is shirtless.” 

The other two boys went wide-eyed. At first they didn’t believe him but they heard James laugh from the bathroom and you yell at him to give something back before he ruins it with his grubby fingers. When the bathroom door opened, the other marauders tried to look as nonchalant as possible in their beds.

James was no longer shirtless but in a white henley but you did come out of the bathroom with him. Instead of leaving, you made him move over so you could share his bed. The room was extra quiet as the boys tried to eavesdrop. 

“Can we not bother with the pillow barrier?” you asked James. “I’m still kind of upset.” 

James opened his arms. “Come here.” 

The other three marauders heard nothing else. You and James had wanted to go to sleep after the eventful night. Besides, there was lots to plan when it was a more respectable time of the day. 

(part 4)

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[neverinadream]

This Ain't Over Yet

Summary: Last summer, you had a secret fling with your brother's best friend, and this summer might just be no different.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Last Night - Morgan Wallen <- for @thoseboysinblue she'll know why 🤭

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, angst, ex-lovers, older brother's best friend, blonde mullet!christian, dom!christian, sub!reader, brat!reader, hate sex (???), instructional, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby, good girl....), degradation, reader gets called a bitch and a whore, praise kink, begging, talks of gagging, choking, trying not to get caught, references to past encounters, unprotected sex, aftercare-ish, breeding kink....porn with little plot....not proofread....the summary

Notes: this is to make up for the smut i didn't put in my last fic. in terms of what i'll be posting next, i have a rúben dias smut in the works and then it will either be little chilwell or frat boy!christian. did we like it?? please let me know - it really helps writers when you actually tell us.

"Don't play dumb, princess," Christian takes the beer out of your hand, wrapping his hand loosely around the neck of the brown bottle, "I know this little game that you're playing." He wets his lips, taking a sip of the beer you were sharing. You weren't the type to drink beer, much preferring the sweet taste of wine on your lips to that of bitter beer, which he had remembered from your previous encounters. He had got you to like it, but beer made your body feel fuzzy and made you do questionable things like sleeping with the man standing in front of you. "I'm not stupid-"

"That's debatable."

His jaw tenses, but he doesn't bite. "I saw you looking at me tonight." You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Come on, now, don't deny it," he chuckles, pulling his hand back as you lean in to grab the bottle, "you look, and you look, and you look. I saw how your eyes wandered, checking to see if I was watching you." He takes another sip, grinning when he catches you watching him licking his lips. "You wanted me to notice you getting close to Nico, flirting with him, touching his arm, laughing at his shitty jokes, going as far as sitting on his knee the entire night. I bet your brother really liked that - seeing his baby sister flirting with one of his best friends."

You snatch the bottle from his hand, the kitchen lights reflecting off the glass bottom as you tip the bottle toward your mouth. The soft, dull sound of music floated through the kitchen windows, filling the void of silence inside your brother's holiday home in Florida. You could even make out the conversation your friends were having, with a couple laughing loudly at what was probably a joke. You had only come inside to grab another drink; you didn't think you would spend the next ten minutes sharing your beer and having Christian, who had snuck in behind you, jokingly accusing you of trying to make him jealous.

"I don't even know what you're talking about," you shrug your shoulders, holding the bottle down at your side, "Nico and I, we were just having a nice conversation."

"Huh? A nice conversation?" He tuts, slowly shaking his head. "Don't fucking act like you weren't doing it to try and make me jealous, but guess what? It didn't work." His hand reaches down to retrieve the bottle, his fingers lingering over your own as he waits to take the beer from you. "I don't care who you talk to," he tells you, looking into your eyes, studying you closely to see how you would react, "you want to talk to Nico? Go ahead, talk to him. It doesn't bother me. We had our fling, or whatever, a long time ago, and I'm over that." He listens to how your breath hitches in the back of your throat, a reaction to him wrapping his whole hand tightly around yours. "And I'm definitely over you."

You pry your hand out of his and push him away with your other, refusing him access to your drink. "You sure about that?" You question him, placing the bottle on the counter behind you and pushing it towards the centre. The sound of the glass sliding across the marbled counter seems to echo in the stillness you've both created. His brows frown before relaxing again. "Why would I want to make you, of all people, jealous?" You cock your head to the side, trying to remain calm under his height. "I don't even like you. I never liked you."

"Bullshit," he finally bites, his hands gripping the counter's edge, caging your body between his and the counter, as he backs you up against it, "that's a lie."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." The sigh of frustration that rattles in his throat surprises you. "You make it so easy to be mad at you-"

"-Mad at me for what?" You cut him off, folding your arms across your chest. It amused you greatly to be able to get under his skin. "I haven't done anything," you continued to protest your innocence, "you're the one who is fabricating something that isn't even real."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong," he fires back, his knuckles straining against his skin as he tightens his grip. He inches his face closer to yours. "Hmm? Do it!" Hot breath prickles your skin. "Tell me I'm wrong, princess." Your thighs involuntary clenched as the name slipped quickly off his tongue; a part of you had missed hearing him whisper it into his ear as he massaged your inner walls with his thick cock. You just only hoped he hadn't noticed. "What are you waiting for, hmm?" He hums, the sound coming deep from within his throat. "Is it because I'm right?"

You shake your head, but fail to speak when you finally open your mouth.

"That's right, baby girl," he chuckles, mocking you with his laughter, "you still like me, don't you?" You shake your head, partially determined to keep up the act of innocence. "Yes, you do," he nods, relaxing his grip, "you thought you'd be a bitch and toy with a good guy's emotions so that you could...what? Make me jealous? Do you want me fucking mad at you?" He licks his bottom lip, letting his eyes drift below your face, down your neck and onto your breasts tightly caged inside your bikini. He could see your nipples pressing against the flimsy material, begging him to touch, pinch, twist or suck on them. "Maybe you wanted me to remind you of all the times I fucked you senseless until you couldn't see...until you couldn't breathe-"

"-Shut up-"

"-No," he tuts, talking over you, "this is me getting started, baby. Be happy. I'm giving you exactly what you wanted."

Was this what you wanted?

Is that what you had in mind when you first spotted how his jaw tensed as you caught him looking in your and Nico's direction earlier that evening?

Possibly.

Maybe.

The bubbling excitement in the pit of your stomach and the threat of one of the others walking in at any moment to witness this confrontation left your body tingling and pressed your thighs tightly together. It left you taking slow, deep breaths just to try and hide the cracks in your composure. It left you with a desire and a hunger you hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

"Do you remember all those times I had to prop you against a pillow because you were that exhausted?" He hooks his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking directly up at him. "Oh, princess," he chuckles dryly, "look at those eyes! Those pretty eyes are getting real big. What are you thinking about, huh? You thinking about my cock filling you up? Or, maybe you're thinking about my hands? They're still your favourite necklace, right? All wrapped tightly around your throat, squeezing until your vision is blurred and you're gasping for breath."

He presses his thumb against your bottom lip, smirking as you part your lips for him, letting his thumb intrude the inside of your mouth. You wrap your lips around his thumb and listen to him groan as you lazily suck on it. It made his stiff cock twitch, and he thought about making you drop to your knees, your mouth ready and opened wide for him to fuck, but he wasn't at the end of your shared memory lane yet.

"Do you remember that dinner for your brother's birthday? How I played with your needy, dripping cunt underneath the table?" He chuckles, thinking about the memory himself. You squirmed in your seat, piercing your nails into his wrist as he edged you for most of the night. "I still can't believe he bought that whole "I'm too drunk, I need help to get home" act. You couldn't even wait to get to your bedroom; had me fucking you on that side table in your hallway before the front door was even closed."

You gag and splutter around his thumb as he pushes it deeper, gasping for a breath when he eventually pulls out. His hand travels below to your chest, rolling his thumb over your clothed nipple as his hand cups your left breast. "I have missed these," he hums, keeping eyes focused on your face, waiting for the changes in your expression, even if you were trying your hardest to keep a straight face. But you finally break, biting your bottom lip and trapping a moan in the back of your throat as he pinches your nipple. "They were always just begging to be touched," he chuckles, returning his hand to the edge of the counter.

"What is it that you want, baby?"

"No-nothing," you stuttered, failing to get your words out in a calm manner.

"No-nothing," he mimics you, chuckling as he watches you look away. You feel his hot breath on your face as he leans into your ear. "Tell me, princess, who would you rather have fucking you tonight? Me or Nico?" He asks, whispering into your ear, the smooth richness of his voice making you shudder. "Come on, tell me," he encourages, placing a soft kiss on the spot below your ear, "use your words."

It should've been Nico's name that you wanted to say. He was sweet, funny, and intelligent, but...

He wasn't Christian.

"Say it," he tuts, "say my name."

"Nico-"

"-Liar!" Your eyes snap up to look at him, your breath hitching as you look into his eyes. They were his most redeemable thing about him. "You don't want him," he shifts his focus between your eyes and your lips, which were taunting him by being so close and yet unavailable to him, "you want me." You shake your head. "Yes, you do," he counters, sliding his hands closer to you, "that's why you've been trying all day to make me jealous. Admit it. You want me. You need me. You long for me. You think about all the ways I could fuck you, how I could lift you onto this counter and take you right here, right now."

You gravitate towards him, fisting your fingers in the back of his newly dyed mullet, pulling him and his mouth against you. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it as his tongue delves into your mouth, leaving you to moan against him. There was no passion or love behind the exchange. It was never meant to be like that for the two of you. You just felt hunger, lust and the usual little sprinkle of hate. You had several unbearable itches to scratch, and only the other could soothe them.

"There she fucking is," he smirks, chuckling into your mouth. He nips at your bottom lip, tugging it as he pulls away to look at you. You'd missed the feeling of his hand wrapped around your neck and seeing a glimpse of his tattooed arm every time you looked down. It only added to the ache between your thighs every time he tightened his grip. He was right. It was your favourite necklace. "I know that look," he mumbles, recognising the longing desperation in your eyes. His thumb strokes over the edge of your jaw and places a quick kiss against your lips. "I've missed that look."

"Christian," his name floats off your lips like a prayer.

"What is it, baby?" There's a flicker of softness in both his eyes and voice. "What do you want?"

"I want you to do to me what only you can do best, Christian," you reply, sliding your hand inside his shorts, wrapping it around his thick cock. He sighs satisfactorily as you start to jerk your hand up and down his hardened length, feeling the precum on the tip and spreading it with your thumb. "I want you to fuck me and fill me up with all your cum," you tell him, licking your thumb after pulling your hand back, "fuck it deep, deep inside of me, and then send me back outside to Nico, with all your cum dripping out of my pussy."

"I hope you don't kiss your mother with that dirty whore of a mouth," he chuckles, unbuttoning your shorts. Helping him to remove your shorts and bikini bottoms, you push them down your thighs, stepping out of them as they hit the kitchen tiles. "Don't fucking look at that door," he stops you as you turn your head to look at the back door, a noise outside temporarily catching your attention, "no one's coming in here, but you gotta be quiet, or else they will."

"And we wouldn't want that-"

"-No, we wouldn't want that," he talks over you, lifting you onto the counter, "now spread those legs for me." He hums as you do as you're told, spreading your legs to give him the perfect view of your pussy. "Look at that," he groans, biting his lip. You shudder, goosebumps prickling your skin as he reaches to you, stroking his thumb between your folds and rubbing against your clit. "Already dripping." You whimper at the loss of contact as he pulls away. "Touch yourself," he instructs, reaching behind you and grabbing the last bit of the beer, "show me what you do to yourself when you're all alone, and you're thinking about me."

"And who's to say I'm thinking of you?" You raise the question, watching how his throat bops up and down as he swallows the last of your beer.

"Because I'm the man of your dreams and the object of all your desires, princess."

"No, you're really not," you giggle, shaking your head, "you just have a really good cock." Shifting to the edge of the counter, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Now, just fuck me already," you murmur against his lips, skimming them to kiss along his jaw, "or I'll call Nico in here and have him fuck me instead. I might even let him do that thing you always wanted to do."

He snaps back, looking at you with wide eyes and in total disbelief. "You wouldn't?" He gasps, his mouth remaining open until you finally answer. You nod your head, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile. "You dirty little..." He laughs, shaking his head as he hooks his arms under your knees, yanking you onto the very edge. He uses one hand to untuck himself from the confinement of his shorts, groaning as he jerks his hand along his shaft a few times. "You're the woman of my dreams, princess," he whispers, lining the tip up against your pussy, "and most definitely the object of all my-"

"-Oh, just shut up and fuck me," you tangle your fingers in the bottom of his mullet, pulling on his hair as you bring his mouth against yours. You swallow up his groans as he pushes just the tip inside, your pussy already clenching and gripping around him as he gradually eases the rest of him in. "Fuck," you whimper, breaking the kiss, "did you always feel this big?"

He raises his eyebrow. "Were you always this tight?" He asks, failing to keep steady breaths. He hooks both arms back under your legs, fingers bruising your thighs as he sticks to a steady rhythm. You tried your best to stay quiet, but it felt far too good, feeling his thickness stretching you out and massaging the inner walls of your pussy. "God, be quiet, bitch," he groans, looking over your shoulder, checking to see if there were any shadows approaching the back door, "do you need me to fucking gag you? Are you that incapable of being quiet?"

"I can be quiet; I can," you promise, quickly and enthusiastically nodding your head. Your words were a jumbled mess as they left your lips, some sounding higher than others and some not even sounding English. It made him laugh. "Just don't stop," you beg, slipping your hand between your bodies, swallowing a moan as you press your fingers against your clit, "just...please, don't stop!"

He clears his throat, dislodging a groan trapped in the back, "oh, don't you worry, baby girl, I ain't stopping."

One hand leaves your thighs and finds a place wrapped around your throat, squeezing until he sees your eyes rolling into the back of your head and feels your pussy clenching around him.

"Dirty whore, hmm," he groans, gripping your other thigh tighter as his pace becomes sloppier, "letting me fuck you on your brother's counters whilst he's only a few feet away from us. I bet you want them to catch us, huh? Let them know how much of a fucking whore you are!" He leans his head against yours, his lips brushing against your hairline as he continues into your ear. "But then this wouldn't be our dirty little secret anymore, would it?"

You tug at his hair, pulling him back. "Savour it because this isn't happening again." You gasp as he tightens his grip on your throat, both of you mirroring the other's smirk. "Never. Again."

"Haven't we made that promise to each other before?" He chuckles. "And now look at us-"

"-Oh, just shut up!" You interrupt him, frustratingly groaning as you roll your head back. Your hips grind into him, with your hand leaving your clit to grip the counter, keeping yourself steady on the edge. "Just like that," you cry out, forgetting for a second that you were meant to be staying quiet, "oh, fuck me, just like that! Fuck. Fuck!"

"Getting a little too loud there, princess," he warns, checking over your shoulder again, "maybe I'll just have to gag you after all. What do you say, huh? Should I gag you with my fingers or with my fucking cock?" You feel his cock twitch at the excitement of stuffing your mouth with his cock, making you gag and spit all over him, finally shutting you up. "Nah," he grabs your jaw, pulling you back to face him, "you don't want my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours, do you? You want me to keep it in the wet, warm, dripping cunt, don't you?"

You desperately nod your head, whimpering, "Yes."

"Do you want me to fill you up?" You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, digging your ankles into the bottom of his back. "Do you want me to fucking breed you, princess?" He chuckles as you clench around him, your walls gripping his cock. "Of course you do," he pants, losing his breath as he feels himself coming undone, "You're gonna let me do that, aren't you? You're gonna let me breed this fucking pussy, because it's my fucking pussy to fill. No one else's. Not Nico's. Mine!"

You fist both hands into his hair, making him hiss as you tug and pull harshly on frosted tips. "I'm gonna cum," you tell him, crying into his shoulder and hiding your face, "don't stop, please, don't-!" Your body tenses, the coil in your stomach snapping as white spots blur your vision, and your orgasm rips through you. It had been so long since you had felt a euphoric high like the one you were experiencing - your thighs shaking, your skin warm and tingling with a thin trace of sweat, your chest heaving as you desperately fought to catch your breath.

"Attagirl," he praises, feeling your body shudder and tremble against him, "good fucking girl! Let your pussy milk this cock, baby." He gasps, bruising your thigh as he grips you tighter than you thought was possible, his hips bottoming out as hot sparks of pleasure ripple through him, finally cumming inside you. "Fuck...ing hell," he grunts, collapsing against you, whimpering as he feels you grinding your hips into him, working you both through and down from your high.

Soft kisses are pressed along your shoulder, up your neck and against the corner of your lips. You had a lazy half-smile printed on your lips, the same one you always wore after sex. He was glad that hadn't changed.

"I've missed this," Christian whispers his confession, brushing his nose softly against yours as he leans in to kiss you properly. You wrap your hand affectionately around his jaw, his five o'clock shadow scratching the underside of your palm as you reciprocate his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as he eventually pulls out. "I guess one of us should go back out there then," he mumbles, adjusting his shorts and fixing his hair.

He passes your shorts and bikini bottoms, fingers lingering on the back of your hand as you reach for them. "Better you than me," you hum, pulling your bikini bottoms back on, "I don't need to walk out there with your cum running down my thigh."

"Right," he cheekily laughs, with a bit of a tint to his cheeks. You watch him turn to the fridge, his head disappearing behind the door and returning with a six-pack to take outside. "Want some help with that?" He offers, knocking the fridge door shut with his foot.

"Ha!" You bark, loudly laughing as you fix the button on your denim shorts. "You offering to help to clean up your mess?" Aftercare wasn't one of Christian's party tricks, at least not the kind of aftercare where he reached for a warm cloth or ran you a hot bath. "Now that's a first." You shake your head, suggesting he go back outside before someone comes looking for you. He gets as far as the back door before he turns around to look at you. "What now?" You sigh, slipping your phone into your back pocket.

"Just...I missed you," he shrugs, reaching behind to turn the handle. His confession seemed to be genuine which only meant trouble for yourself.

"We're not good for each other, remember?" You remind him, letting your arms hang awkwardly down at your sides.

"I don't know, princess," he half-grins, "I think we're perfect for each other."

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#christian pulisic #christian pulisic smut #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic fic #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic x reader

[legoflowrs]

flowers can you some Stan headcanons🤭🤭🤭

HEADCANNONS

Stan Marsh

AGED UP TO 18 PEEPS

cw: drinking, smoking, drugs, abuse, slight nsfw, addiction

a/n: hehe i hope u like this ruby!!! also this is for anon and @wonyoungies-world that also requested stan head cannons <3

also again same with kyle in the regular head cannons style are together but in the relationship ones he’s with reader!

- Ok I have like two versions of Stan in my head. football Stan and emo loser Stan. I love both versions a lot lmao.

- Stan has a shitty relationship with his Dad. He loathes him for moving him away from his friends to tegridy farms. His Dad was very absent in his life so Stan has always felt extremely neglected.

- He absolutely adores Sharon . He’s such a mummas boy. He goes to her for everything.

- Stan is THE bisexual queen lol!

- His closet is just oversized sports tees and baggy jeans.

- I think his family is catholic but he isn’t a religious person at all.

- He had a weird relationship with Shelly growing up but as teenagers Shelly took Stan under her wing because she saw how Randy’s neglect affected him.

- He’s absolutely petrified of turning into Randy.

- Bleaches his hair at 3am drunk one night with Kyle so he looks less like his Dad.

- Bro has been in LOVE with Kyle forever.

- Thinks he’s super slick with it (he’s not).

- Didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.

- They kissed once at a party but didn’t speak about it.

- After they moved to the farm he stopped smoking weed cause it made him angry.

- Has a mullet for a while because Kenny influenced him.

- Saved up his pocket money for a shitty electric guitar and it his pride and joy.

- Loves playing music it’s an escape for him.

- Like I said in the Kenny head cannons, Stan forms a band for the second half of high school.

- Some of his favourite memories are with the band.

- Doesn’t hate coffee but doesn’t love it. Wendy put him onto chai lattes.

- Has a really good friendship with Kenny.

- Really struggled with alcohol abuse throughout high school. I think he didn’t wanna admit he needed help it made him feel weak.

- Loves blueberry muffins.

- Spends heaps of time playing minecraft with Kyle and Kenny.

- My guy is greasy, starts looking after himself when he hits 16.

- If he played sports he plays football and ice hockey.

- He’s really good at both but it’s not where his passion is.

- Soooo fond of animals. I think he’d volunteer at the same shelter karen does.

- Did not get out of bed for days when Sparky died.

- Kyle surprised him with a puppy after about a year of dating.

- Deftones enjoyer 😭

- Really struggled with depression. Didn’t go on meds until Kyle literally begged him.

- His guilty pleasure is painting (HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE).

- Sets up a little corner of his garage with an easel and spends a lot of time there.

- Always has headphones in.

- Went to rehab right before college.

- Really struggled to figure out what his direction in life should be.

- I think he went into veterinary work!! Switched to animal and plant conservation after he realised he couldn’t deal with putting pets down.

- Worked at the library for a while, he liked the peace and quiet.

- Started helping Heidi and Kyle with the community garden.

- Quarterback obviously lol.

- His favourite breakfast food is pancakes.

- Loves the ocean. Isn’t a great swimmer but Kenny taught him to surf.

- After working at the library he really got into reading books.

- Listens to brown noise to get to sleep.

- Still wears his ratty ass beanie everywhere.

- Hates summer, loves spring.

- The day him and Kyle started dating was one of the best days of his life.

- Him and Kyle share his wired headphones on long road trips 🥹

- Can’t do laundry to save his damn life.

- Gets in weird cleaning moods and power scrubs his house.

- Him and Kyle get an apartment together.

- Loves hearing Kyle play piano.

- Can’t eat vegetables without dip (same).

- Marjorine does his eyeliner before gigs.

- That boy can sleep just about anywhere.

Stan in a relationship

- So clingy like SO CLINGY.

- When he’s in a relationship he adores his significant other.

- Loves to lay his head on your chest while your fingers thread through his hair.

- Will make you put your feet on his and slow dances with you.

- Always touching you even if it’s lowkey, linking pinkies, bumping shoulders.

- Is so scared he’s not good enough for you, will require a lot of reassurance.

- When he goes through his depressive episodes he becomes very withdrawn. Will take him a while to open up.

- You will push his towards seeking professional help but he’ll only do it when he acknowledges he actually needs it.

- Always calls and texts you when he’s drunk.

- When y’all had sex for the first time he was a nervous wreck. So scared of doing something wrong and embarrassing himself.

- After a while he learnt what you like really well and knows how to make you feel good.

- Such a switch.

- Hear me out he’s such a thigh guy!

- His love language is quality time 100%

- Prefers nights in over going out! Y’all watch bad movies for shits and gigs.

- Supports whatever you do, number one cheerleader type beat.

- You’re at all of his gigs in the front row screaming your heart out. He always melts at the sight of it.

- You paint his nails black.

- He likes to braid your hair for fun.

- He sleeps over at yours a lot because being around his dad is hard.

- Struggles to sleep so y’all go on 3am drives for donuts.

- Long late night drives together!

- You guys swim in Starks Pond over the summer and ice skate there in winter.

- There’s no such thing as a quick kiss with stan, he always kisses you very passionately.

- He’s so tender with you when you guys are in bed and he wakes up first.

- Had made you so many playlists and sends you new music recommendations all the time.

- Wrote a song for your anniversary and sung it to you. You cried for hours.

- When he was struggling with his sense of direction in life you guys made a bucket list together.

- One of his bucket list items was to go to Europe so y’all did exactly that.

- You surprised him with a puppy one year after you moved in together. He cried.

- Sunday brunch is a weekly thing, he always gets pancakes.

- Y’all nap in the sun together in your hammock.

- He reads you his favourite books before bed 😭😭

- You will do drunk karaoke together.

- Matching bracelets!

- He likes to kiss your neck and shoulders while he stands behind you.

- Likes to peck your nose and see your face scrunch up.

- Calls you beautiful at least 50 times a day.

- Has a polaroid picture of you in his phone case.

- You wear his clothes and it turns him on LOL.

- Was terrified of marriage until he met you. It completely changed his perspective.

- Will propose to you on a walk you guys do in Lake Como. You both cry.

- I think Stan will try so hard to be the best version of himself around you and it makes your heart melt.

#legoflwrsrambles #south park x reader #south park headcannons #stan marsh #stanley marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stanley marsh x reader #stanley marsh headcannons #i love my boy

[cat-eyeball-nul]

Ok, love how we all have Sam's design figured out.

Fanart and my head worked the others like this:

Alice - mid sized, over 1.75m, punk kind of vibe though she tones it down for the office(not what gwen thinks when she sees her) like, studded bracelets, chains, long black skirts or jeans with fluffy colorfull socks and combat boots, she has a battle vest, she does, maybe more than one since the one she wears for office is just pins and simbols. Microbangs that change colors on the weekly basis, though her roots always show, sometimes braids, sometimes hair let down, shoulder lenght, mullet? I love her with all my heart so maybe i m projecting a little but SHE IS PUNK

Gwen-black hair,bob?bangs?curtain bangs?, kinda jon season1 office vibe, green eyes cuz ofc. this woman is chubby and so annoyed that alice towers over her but dam can she stare down anybody

Colin-you know that guy hotfatguyclub from tiktok? That is him, or ian0key 's version of him

And finally boss lady, Lena just looks like a 45y.o. version of her voice actor cuz damn does she fits so well.

Colin i also picture older than the other 3, around Lena's age, younger that 50, or, he just gives the vibes and one day Alice brings him a birthday cupcake that has 28 written on it and Sam is so confused cuz how is Colin 1 year older than the 2 of them?

Gwen in the youngest in my head at like 25, gal worked her ass out since turning 18 and interning(yes she is filthy rich but HC that she has a real shitty relationahip with her family and fr that - the ball she had to attend made me picture her family as controlling and old money judgy). She has mommy issues, hence the voice fucking we heard when her and lena interacted

We also ship her with Alice cuz how the fuck can you not?! That s a classic

#gwen bouchard #alice dyer #colin becher #samama khalid #lena kelley #tmagp

[starrycollesta]

CRAZY FOR YOU | EDDIE MUNSON X READER

paring: eddie munson x reader

words: 2.3k

synopsis: Eddie has been late multiple times and you were fed up. You decided to do something about Eddie's behavior.

includes: obsessive behavior, smut, angst, paranoia, degradation, dom!reader, sub!eddie, spit kink, spanking, crying, oral (f receiving), hand job + more.

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3

Your jaw ticked as you took another draw of your cigarette. Your unoccupied hand was clenched, and your brows were furrowed in anger. You sat on Eddie's bed waiting for him. It felt like a routine. An endless nightmare.

Eddie was late...again.

For the 7th time. 

But what did you expect? you thought bitterly.

Did Eddie not understand how much you loved him? How you were so desperate to be around him? It's almost like he doesn't respect how much you put into this relationship. That thought made you sick and extremely paranoid.

What if the reason he was out so late was because he was...cheating? You knew about his little D&D club, how could you not, but what if it's just a cover up so he could fuck around on you.

You suddenly felt dizzy with this new revaluation. Small tears formed in the corner of your eye, and you felt your air flow being restricted. You couldn't breathe, think or move. You loved Eddie and if he even dared to cheat on you, death would be the only option for you. And him.

You met Eddie at one of the lowest points in your life. Your dad just died, your mom was extremely abusive, and your sister hated you. After a long and stressful day at your shitty job, you needed something to take the edge off. Unfortunately for you, your usual dealer was out of the stuff you wanted so you called up your friend. She usually had the plugs. She gave you an address to this "freaky white boy," in her words. You showed up to the address, knocked on the door, and were immediately met with a guy that had a curly mullet, soft brown eyes, and an infatuating smile. He was perfect.

One look into his soft brown eyes and you knew he was the one. You knew you'd never let him go as long as you had the ability to breath.

You vaguely heard footsteps walking up to the bedroom door and opening it slowly. 

"Babe...what you doin' up?" you didn't look up when you heard Eddie's question. Usually, his presence filled you with a sense of euphoria but not now. His nonchalant attitude angered you. How could he ask such an ignorant question like that? Is he fucking with you?

You finally looked up at him after a long silence filled the room. You hated playing his little games but if he wanted to play, you'd humor him.

"You must like it, huh?" you said in a monotone manner. Your face gave no sense of emotion. He still stood by the door, looking confused. 

His eyebrows furrowed, waiting for you to elaborate, but when you didn't, he sighed before answering your question, "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to, sweetheart."

He tried to chuckle, but he clearly knew what you were referring to. Eddie is known for laughing things off and quickly apologizing but he's not getting out of this. No amount licks at your vagina or pleas will fix this.

"Don't play stupid with me." you scoffed and glared, "you clearly like when I punish you, Eddie." you stood up and walked over to him slowly, a grin now on your face.

The more you came closer, the more Eddie backed away. He flinched when both your hands slammed on the door behind him. He was cornered. He'd be lying to say a shiver didn't go through his body. 

"Where have you been Eddie? all these nights? leaving poor old me behind." you pouted dramatically as your nose sniffed at his hair. Your toes curled in your sneakers. He always smelled so good.

You felt him shiver as he spoke, "S-sweetheart, you know about my D&D club, right? Sometimes I just get too much into the character, you know, lose track of time. I promise to call you if I'm planning on staying late, okay?" he tried to reason with you, explain himself, but you couldn't keep letting him off the hook. He needed to be punished, thoroughly. 

You stepped away from him, scanning his face for a moment, then breaking out in laughter. His previous smile was quickly wiped clean off his face at the sound of your laugh. He knew he fucked up this time. You were done with his excuses.

You finally gained composure and your face turned serious, "Get on the bed, clothes off." 

Eddie stepped closer to you and opened his mouth to protest but stopped when you raised your hand.

"Eddie, I'm sick of your fucking excuses. You say the same thing every time with no change. I want to believe you Eddie, I really do, but you're making it so hard to trust you right now." your face was set. You were excepting no backtalk from him. He should know he deserves punishment for letting you down, consistently.

Eddie gulped but nodded. He moved to the bed and took off his shirt with trembling fingers. 

When he got to his pants, you spoke, "Hand me the belt." 

Eddie looked up at you with mild terror in his eyes but gave you the belt anyways. The leather belt felt wonderful in your hands. One of the many favorite things you loved using on him. He continued to undress as you watched his every move. His body was beautiful with his assortment of tattoos and muscled chest. Eddie had a thick but average sized cock. You could see his cock was an angry red and bobbed slightly. When he was done undressing, he sat on the bed and waited for further instructions. 

You walked over to him with your belt in your left hand. You stood in front of him and traced his jaw slowly. 

"If only you had just listened to me all those times Eddie. Maybe then you wouldn't be about to get your ass beat." you mocked him and suddenly grabbed his jaw. He gasped at the sudden move.

"Safe word?" you asked him, hand tightening slightly around his pale neck. 

"H-hellfire." Eddie stuttered out. You rolled your eyes at his answer. Typical Eddie. 

Your hand traveled down from his neck to his cock, earning a whimper from Eddie. Your plan was to tease him a little then make him hurt. You tugged at his cock and teased his tip a bit then let go of him. You continued that process till he was begging for you to stop and let him empty himself in your hand.

He had another thing coming if he thought you'd let him cum so soon. This was his punishment after all.

You decided to stop teasing him, "Lay on your stomach, slut." Eddie whispered out a "yes ma'am" and quickly went to follow your instructions.

You took your time to admire his ass and legs. He looked so good that you almost wanted to praise him. You were generous but not that generous.

"Now, tell me why I'm gonna be turning your ass red." you said while toying with the belt.

Eddie was silent for a moment, probably thinking of his answer. Any answer not up to your liking could result in a heavier punishment for him. Not that you were complaining.

"I stayed out too late and didn't tell you." Eddie mumbled in the pillows. 

Whack

Eddie's body lurched forward as he cried out when you hit him on the ass with the belt forcefully.

"Kind of right, kind of wrong. This is your 7th time being late. I gave you enough time to correct yourself, yet you chose to not listen." 

"I-I'm sorry, please forgive me sweethe-"

Another whack

"Don't sweetheart me! you're gonna take what I give you." you gritted your teeth, "I'm gonna give you 15 spankings. Count at each hit." 

Eddie whimpered in response. You were just getting started.

He counted at each blow you gave to his ass. Each time he got to another number, the more his words got louder. When it was all over, Eddie was breathing heavily. You gave him some time to recuperate from his punishment. You rubbed some cream on his ass to numb the pain. At least you weren't a complete monster. 

After 5 minutes, Eddie's breathing slowed down to a normal speed.   

"On your back. Hands at your sides"

Eddie nodded and slowly maneuvered his way onto his back. He hissed as his still sore ass connected to the bed. You slowly took off your clothing, wanting to tease him. Eddie stared at your naked body through lidded eyes. His cock dripped precum onto his stomach. He looked painfully hard. Just how you like him. Soon you were naked and extremely wet at your previous ministrations. Making Eddie beg and cry out made your pussy pulse in anticipation. You could feel yourself practically dripping down your thigh. 

You crawled on top of him, pussy grazing his cock slightly, which resulted in Eddie letting out a low groan.

"Stick your fucking tongue out and eat me out like you mean it." you told him which he did quickly. You knew he'd want nothing more than to lick your pussy and give you pleasure. You hovered over his mouth before lowering yourself onto his long tongue. You tried your best not to cry out when you seated yourself on his mouth. You bit your lip and tasted blood as you gripped Eddie's hair and rode his face. Your pace was fast and uncaring for anything else but your pleasure. Your toes curled as Eddie's tongue plunged into your opening quickly. 

Fuck he knew how to work that tongue. 

"Fuck me with your tongue faster Eddie. I'm gonna cum all over your face, dirty slut." you gritted out as your pace quickened and your grip on Eddie's hair got rougher. You could feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, "Ah yeah, that's right, make me cum. It's the only thing your good for." you cried out. 

Finally, you came all over his tongue. Your body shook and toes curled when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You detached yourself from his face and moved down to his stomach, just meters away from his hard cock. Eddie threw his head back when you reached behind yourself to play with his cock and heavy balls. He was trying his best to stay still and not thrust up into your hand. He successfully restrained himself, only letting out some moans here and there. You decided to take mercy on him and finally ride his cock.

You lifted yourself up and with painful slowness, lowered yourself onto his waiting member. You both sighed when you were connected. Eddie filled you up so deliciously. You had to restrain yourself from franticly riding him. You wanted to take it slowly for now. You slowly started moving on his dick, leaning back on your hands. His dick slipped out a couple of times from the position, but you didn't care. His cock was hitting all the right spots, though you were going slow. Gradually you quickened your pace, turning Eddie into a babbling mess. You lifted yourself up then slammed yourself down. It felt so fucking good.

"You liked that baby? you like how I can fuck you silly?" you growled out and continued to bounce on his cock with abandon. 

Eddie nodded frantically and gripped at the sheets, "Y-yeah, fuck that cock baby. Oh fuck. You're so good. So, fucking good." he gasped out, brown eyes rolling back. His filthy words spurred you on, making you ride his cock frantically.

You slowed down on bouncing to grip his throat and look into his eyes. His face was so fucked out and debauched. 

"You're mine. You're fucking mine, Eddie. No one else can have you." you gritted out, hand tightening around his slender neck, "Open up whore." he did as you said, and you spit into his mouth. He quickly swallowed.

"You own me baby. Do whatever you want to my body. Fuck me like I'm your slave." tears streamed down Eddie's face at the pure pleasure he was feeling. He looked so hot. Hair was sticking to his forehead and his cheeks were flushed bright red. 

You were extremely close to an orgasm, and you knew Eddie was too. 

"Can I cum please? I need it so bad, fuck." Eddie pleaded.

You ignored him and bounced some more until you were on the brink of an orgasm. 

"Fill me up Eddie. Fill me up like the dirty slut that you are." you let out a moan and rode him as fast as you could. Eddie shook and yelled out as his hot load filled you up. His cum came out in thick spurts so you could feel his hot cum shoot up into your pussy. You soon came close after him, rubbing your clit as he fucked you through your orgasm. You didn't move off Eddie once he softened inside you. You weren't done fucking him yet even though your thighs hurt from riding him. 

You slowly began moving slowly on him, earning a cry from Eddie. 

"I-I can't cum again baby. Please, It's too much." Eddie grimaced but you keep riding him. His eyes went wide when he looked down at his cock being swallowed by your pussy repeatedly.

"You can and you will." you ignored his antics and focused on giving yourself pleasure. 

He soon gave up trying to make you stop riding him, so he let you do what you have your way with him. Eventually Eddie groaned out his incoming orgasm and you allowed him to blow his load up into you again. You came on his cock not too long after. You felt so full. Your combined juices were leaking out of you and onto Eddie. You flopped down on Eddie's chest, completely exhausted. You two laid together in a comfortable silence.

"You know I love you right? I'd ever do anything to intentionally hurt you." Eddie finally broke the silence. 

You looked into his eyes and rubbed his cheek lovingly, "I know Eddie, I was just paranoid. I love you, Eddie." you leaned up and kissed him for the first time that night. He kissed you back.   

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sleep deprived  😪          

#black!reader #dom!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson #sub!character #sub!eddie munson #sub eddie munson #dom reader

[lowkeyrobin]

MORGAN DAVIES ; behind the scenes

summary ; childhood friends to lovers with actor pookies 🤞

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk specifically how the others act irl because I obviously don't know them personally, be aware that they might be a little out of character ; Conan Gray references, reader is described to have positive sensory experiences with hair and scratchy/fuzzy textures cause why not

requested by ; @callsignwidow

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

"Hey Morg!" You smile, seeing your long-time friend leave the set, walking towards you. "How's it going?" You ask, handing him a bag of takeout food you'd just picked up for him.

He accepts it graciously with a smile. He's dressed in a blue sweatshirt and black pants, a few droplets of fake blood splattered across his blonde hair. "Thank you! And good, you wanna come up?" He asks, pointing back at the apartment complex where the movie was being shot in.

You nod with a shrug, "Yeah, let's go enter the demon possessed apartment complex"

He pats your shoulder, pulling you inside to hide away from the scorching New Zealand heat. You walk up the multiple flights of stairs, reaching the filming floor. You're happily greeted by Gabrielle and Nell, the two having been eating lunch in the hallway. Alyssa and Lily were finishing up a scene inside, prompting you to take a seat with them and Morgan.

He opens the bag and shares the chips and gauc with the girls, and opens up the styrofoam box to reveal his quesadillas.

"Those are the greasiest quessadillas I've ever seen" Gabrielle chuckles, watching Morgan use one of the shitty napkins in the bag to dab away some of the grease.

"It's Taco Bell, of course it's greasy!" He exclaims, taking a bite of the cheesey tortilla. "Right, Y/n?"

You quickly nod, rushing to his defense.

"What point are you trying to prove?"

"I dunno"

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

"You showed up just to ruin shit for me! I tried leaving all of you in the past for a reason! I wish you'd just stay in my memories, go away!" You shout, "There's no reason to think we could ever exist again. Get over it!"

Tears run down your cheeks and neck, dark, artificial circles under your eyes. Tear stains cover the outer corners of your eyes. Your hands were balled into fists, fingers clenched so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

"Cut!"

You exhale, shaking hands with your costar as you step off the set. Your familiar blonde friend rushes to your side to hug you, cheering on your performance.

"That was crazy! You're so like, it's surreal when you act like that, really." A smile painting his face, arms slung around your shoulders.

The shorter, faded sides of his mullet scratch your jaw a bit, a weird comfort you found in his hugs. His hugs were always so warm and welcoming, so scratchy and fuzzy, like that childhood nostalgia of TV static. He didn't mind your hands getting lost in his hair, he knew the sensory was a positive stimulation for you, something that grounded you.

"That was so good! Holy fuck!" He smiles, patting you on the back as you fully exit your character's state of mind and thoughts, and separate theirs from yours. "That's impressive, really. You on-command cry so well!" He chuckles, patting your cheeks a few times to show you some physical love.

"Thank you, thank you" You lightly smile, accidently looking down at his lips a little too long before looking back up at his eyes.

The directors, producers, and cameramen all had their backs facing you, giving some sense of privacy as you two talk. You'd finally finished the day around nine, your tiredness apparent to Morgan. You stand far off to the side, out of everyone's way.

"C'mon, I'll take you home" He offers, leading you outside as you nod.

You'd walked here. You wanted to go home with him and just jump in your bed and sleep. You'd been up since nearly four this morning to finish up the final scenes of this movie you were working on. Finally, though, it was over.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

On the car ride home, which was luckily within two hours of the final set you were on for the passion project movie you were starring in, it was relatively quiet. You couldn't sleep in the car, you rest your head against the seatbelt, and stare out the window, watching all the trees and lamp posts on the side of the highway pass by.

The blonde, driving, let you connect your phone to the radio to play music. You'd been playing some calmer music, considering you were tired and weren't in for anything upbeat.

Morgan knew the location of your home like the back of his hand, like you were his second home, because you were. Being so close for so long created a weird string between you two, something so lovely and fuzzy inside the both of you.

You drink the bottled love water out of the cupholder in the center console, which he'd brought just for you. Even though it was still cold from being in the fridge, it bubbled a warmth inside your stomach. A warmth that reminded you of the person sitting next to you. The person who gave you unconditional love and support through everything.

You end up falling asleep halfway through the drive, which he notices quickly. As you arrived at your destination, however, he had to make a decision. Either wake you up, or ruffle through your belongings, get your house keys, and carry you inside as carefully as possible.

Of course, he picked the latter.

Luckily enough, the interior lights turning on as he parked the car didn't awake you, clearly fallen into a deep slumber. He opens the door to your residence, then carries your backpack of belongings inside, then finally, you. He carefully lays you on your bed, then covers you with a light blanket that sat at the foot of your mattress.

He runs a hand through his hair before you stir, catching him off gaurd. He fills with worry and guilt, not having wanted to wake you up at all.

"Thanks, Morg" You mumble, hiding your eyes in your arm, shielding yourself from the light pouring in from the hallway and the lamp nearby. "You can spend the night if you wanna"

"Okay" He nods, "I'll be out on the couch if you need me" He turns around, walking towards your door before you stop him.

"No, like-" You speak, rubbing your eyes a bit before he quickly turns off the lamp for you. "-You can lay in here. You don't have to sleep on the couch. We've been friends for like, ever, it's fine"

"That's the problem" He mumbles

"Huh?" You hum, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lighting, looking up at him.

He lightly sighs, "I don't wanna be just friends. Okay? And that's awful of me to say, considering you probably won't remember this because you're exhausted and we've been only friends for so long. Anyways, I'm... I'm gonna go sleep on the couch, if you need anything"

"Morgan-"

"What?"

"Come lay down, you dork"

"What?"

You roll your eyes and flop back down onto your pillow. "Get your ass to sleep next to me before I knock you out myself"

"Loud and clear," He replies, quickly scurrying to your side after turning the hallway light off. He toes his shoes off at the end of the bed and climbs into it with you, keeping distance. "So about..."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, love" You reply, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

Astonished, only a singular select word is able to leave his lips.

"Goodnight"

#lowkeyrobin #morgan davies x reader #morgan davies #morgan davies x you #danny bixler oneshot #danny bixler x reader #danny bixler #evil dead rise oneshot #evil dead rise preferences #evil dead rise x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn! reader

[zappedbyzabka]

so this idea is living rent free in my head so I’m just sharing it around till I get the motivation to draw it;

18-19 y/o Johnny had like decently long hair, somewhat like a mullet but longer (I feel like his hair grows really fast so he frequently has to get it cut) and he’s really shitty at brushing it when it gets too long so he asks Daniel to do it at some point and Daniel gets it even more tangled so Johnny snatches the brush and tries to brush through Daniels hair as payback and it’s somehow the easiest thing to brush through ever and Johnny’s very confused

(Bonus; Johnny’s long hair was somewhat short lived because Daniel liked the reaction he got when he tugged on it so Johnny cut it short to stop him from trying to pull it when he was training)

-🌙

It was shockingly silky and shiny despite Johnny dropping his hair routine and products long ago (depression does that to ya) and didn’t feel like it was worth the money to get a haircut.

It’s wavy and got a little puffy when he brushed it, not to mention the pain of the brush catching on tangles and making him wince.

He definitely didn’t trust Daniel with brushing his hair simply because he knows he knows less about the technique than him since he barely even brushes his.

Which so annoying to Johnny because why is Daniel’s floof of hair so soft, healthy, and untangled? He knows it’s short but that’s crazy. He can’t say he doesn’t love it though—they’re constantly running their fingers through each other’s hair like birds.

Daniel was sad about Johnny cutting his hair (he can’t yank on it anymore 😔) but he thinks he looks darling either way.

#lawrusso #Cuties

[slamminslamminmcgill]

@okadaizoirl submitted

actually for the smut prompt post, jimmy telling the reader “touch yourself for me” has my brain fucking jogging. and the posts abt the rush posters made me think of 70’s mullet jimmy. sorry i’m dropping this drabble pls take it off my hands

POSTS THAT KILL ME WITH HAMMERS AND DENT MY BRAIN FOREVER I AM HOOTING AND HOLLERING AT MY WHOLE ASS JOB I LOVE YOU OOMFIE

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You almost felt put on the spot like this. Laying back on the shitty blanket of your hookup’s futon, he seemed to marvel at the very sight of you totally bared for him. Wide eyes lingered on your chest, dropping lower to your already-stiff dick.

You could feel yourself throb with those semi-bloodshot eyes on you. The silence was just making it worse– You had to cut it short.

“Like what you see?” You grinned as you spoke, trying to keep the mood flirty and fun. Jimmy just brushed some hair from his face, stepping closer as he unzipped his pants.

“Yeah,” he mumbled on a heavy breath, “Quite a bit. I, uh, never been with a guy, let alone a guy like you.” You knew what he meant, but you knew he didn’t have an iota of malice in his heart when he said it. Not with how googly-eyed he looked already, not with how he shamelessly palmed at his stiffening erection through his boxers already.

“Can you, uh… Can you touch yourself for me?”

Your heart jumped to your throat. As if you didn’t feel like you had a spotlight on you already. Your partner must have picked up on the confusion, stopping his lechery to reach for your hand and give it a reassuring pat.

“I just wanna have an idea of what feels good for you. That’s all. C'mon, show me.”

Okay, so less reassurance and more impatience, but it served its dual purpose. Gulping down your nerves, Jimmy’s hand moved back as yours moved down your body. Over your chest, teasing one nipple, down, down lower past your navel. The agonizing pace made him whine, but Jimmy still enjoyed the show you put on, finally pulling out his dick and jerking off in earnest.

When your fingers finally came to rest on either side of your cock, you pulled your foreskin back just enough to show off your tip a little. No, it wasn’t the standard masturbatory fare, but this was different, wasn’t it? A demonstration. Your fingers pushed forward, pulled back, carefully trying to match the swing and rhythm of Jimmy’s hand.

Feeling brave, he even stepped closer, getting on his knees for the closest look he could manage. You’d lost your guide for pace, but that just meant you could work yourself faster. Your fingers occasionally slid over your tip, passing it from side to side. You could feel his breath ghost over your sex, panting, occasionally whimpering just as freely as you were.

He surprised you, though, with the feeling of his tongue running flat over your hole. It dragged up so slowly, coming back down to slide briefly into you before that rat bastard dared to pull his face away after that taste.

“Uh… Was that okay?”

“Yes– It was, it was, just…” You couldn’t take it. Your free hand just yanked him by that stupid mullet back between your legs. He made a little noise of surprise against you, making you squirm as he seemed to hear your unspoken beg for more loud and clear.

Slurping and the sound of flesh against flesh filled the room as the blunt in his ashtray lost the last of its burn.

#okadaizoirl #submission #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill imagine #jimmy mcgill headcanons #jimmy mcgill smut #jimmy mcgill hcs #brbabcs #bcs #bcs x reader #better call saul #better call saul x reader #better call saul headcanons #better call saul imagine #better call saul smut #better call saul hcs #brba #brba x reader #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad smut #breaking bad headcanons #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad hcs #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman smut #saul goodman imagine #saul goodman headcanons #saul goodman hcs

[weird-an]

It's life after the apocalypse and Steve decided he doesn't give a fuck anymore. Screw what other people think. That's why he's in California, that's why he's a nurse, that's why he got his tongue pierced much to his dad's dismay, why he's got a tattoo on his arm of Robin's you rule you suck board and why he's happier than ever.

He's sharing a shitty apartment with Robin, a bright collection of thrifted furniture and occasional expensive gifts his mom left behind whenever she visited (always telling him that if he needs money, he can just call like this isn't attached to a string of commitments Steve doesn't want to make).

He has worked a bunch of night shifts, his first day off after sleeping for ages and now he's buzzing from leftover tiredness and joy. Life isn't easy, but it's his and he's getting better every day.

So today he just walks into a tattoo shop and he'll get whatever. Because he feels good in his skin, because he's still alive.

Billy Hargrove grins at him. Ratty mullet and way more freckles on his face, creeping down to his chest, barely hidden under a red tank top. He's got a whole sleeve tattooed on is left arm, fading into thin scars on his wrist from where he had pushed off a giant monster. Saving the world.

"Didn't expect a pretty guy like you in a place like this," he says. "What do you want?"

Billy's smirk awakens misplaced nostalgia and makes Steve's stomach twist. Max mentioned that Billy lived in California now - to Dustin who told Steve. It's the only detail Steve ever got about Billy and sometimes, late at night, mostly drunk on cheap liquor, he wondered how the other was doing.

It's probably a stupid idea to let Billy Hargrove of all people choose whatever. But a part of Steve loves stupid ideas, loves that he survived and now gets to be a little stupid.

"Your choice," he tells Billy.

"You're fucking with me, Harrington," Billy says. His gaze a cocktail of surprise and mischief.

Maybe it's the pride flag by the door or the shadow of Billy's nipple Steve can see through the thin shirt.

"Maybe if you buy me a drink, Hargrove."

Billy opens his mouth and closes it. Steve grins and sticks his tongue out. Billy's cheeks turn ref. Life is getting better the minute.

"If you like the tattoo, we can talk about it."

Steve ends up with a tattoo of the King of Swords and Billy's phone number.

#man I want them to get stupid tattoos of the beamer and the camaro once they are in a relationship #billy is feral over that piercing fyi #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy

[rreskk]

4am shenanigans

-A/N: This is a fanfiction I made for myself AGES AGO. I’ve decided to post it as an apology for procrastinating on requests and asks. MUCH LOVE!

Summary: Set in North Yankton, 2000s, you shared an interestingly intimate moment with Trevor Philips while in his car, beside a Church graveyard.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reade/Trevor Philips

Word count:  1583

In the middle of absolutely nowhere, Trevor’s (stolen) car was sat between a churches graveyard and a field of frosty grass that had dried out over the winter temperatures. It was around early morning hours, 4am to be exact; the sky being darkened and black as a void. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, the random car was rocking heavily, windows steamed up, unusual groaning and moaning emerging to interrogate the silence. The crows that were nesting in the trees evacuated for the sakes of the disturbing noises, hoping to find some peace in the state of North Yankton.

The car had no rest. It kept on rocking continuously for half an hour. There was not a soul from outside of the car… The church remained empty and still while the devilish activities made amends until it was all prosecuted and finished. The groaning was ongoing though… While the car was stationary, both pitches of male and female were blasted from the closed off (and sweaty) windows. It was a heavenly sound, a sense of relief and satisfaction.

Sooner than later, the headlights turned on, and the car sped off with high mobility. It drove through the misty morning and out of the Churches courtyard, leaving behind a faint smell of sex and no regrets.

  1 hour earlier ­­– 3AM – North Yankton, Ludendorff

  He fastened your leather jacket to see only your black lacy bra. He didn’t know whether he wanted it on or off, the sight was impeccably divine and saintly. You both had migrated into the backseats after a long, and frustratingly heated make out session that had led to you dry humping his thighs, towering over him as he lied there – enjoying the view while his boner only strained more.

Trevor rested his head against the door handle, having the VIP view. There was a wide and charming smirk on his face. He was beginning to sweat from the intensity, his thinning mullet dampening by the seconds counting.

“Ride me, ride me hard.” His voice hoarse and cheeks blushed shades of red. Trevor began biting his bottom lip as you slowly unbuckled his belt. He watched the way your hands zipped down his flies relentlessly. Your gorgeous fingers… His mouth watered at the thought of sucking them.

He wasn’t what you could call a “dominant” man. He hated labels, he hated acting one way. You’ve seen Trevor being as dominant as ever, but then you’ve seen him cradled in your lap like an inferior puddle of submission. Trevor had the reputation in North Yankton of being quite the ladies man. However, no matter the number of his body count, no lady has experienced such erotic moments with him. Unlike you.

Trevor dialled your number a few hours beforehand and this is where it got him. While his whimpers and whines of his ugly arousal was saved onto your shitty little mobile phone via voicemail, it’s a special reminder of how willing and needy he was to feel you around his skin again, besides… you’ll use it indifferently if he was in fact unavailable for lonely night shenanigans.

“[y/n]-“ Trevor spat out in impatience. You had daydreamed too long for his liking. He had his hands adventuring in your leather jacket as he grabbed onto your naked waist, pulling you closer. His force was incomparable. He practically pulled you with zero strength, easily guiding you to be sitting on his clothed boner that hid behind his underwear. You both gasped at the sudden contact, even through the fabrics.  

“Shit…” You breathed and began grinding against the hardness beneath you. Why waste anymore time? Trevor, wearing a leather pilots jacket, was under your bodyweight. His gleaming eyes, his flared nostrils, his crazy mullet and soft moustache (that had recently left stubble burns between your thighs days ago) was very much apparent, even though it was dark outside. The car light helped out more than you’d thought.

Trevor gagged in contentment and arched his back, pressing his hips against yours as his hands began perverting your bra. Those dirty and criminal fingers latched onto the hem, pulling it down enough so your nipples were free from the accessory he called “prison”.

“Trevor-“ You whimpered, “Oh God.”

“Oh, yeahh… Come on, baby.” He began toying with your breasts, pinching the nipples and rubbing them against his sweaty palms. Trevor looked like a kid at Christmas as you edged forward, proceeding to grind faster against the heated bulge in between his legs. He immediately moaned your name.  

Instinctually acting upon his natural response, he clawed your undergarments and tore them off, literally. You shuddered when fragments of your panties were now thrown in different sectors of his car. It almost made you forget that your sex was officially on display until he draped his thumb over the opening, determining whether or not you were wet enough for his cock. He always liked it soaked before he could fuck you, it was a simple preference that you had to deal with… And when it wasn’t wet enough, it gave him an excuse to whine and edge you until proven deserved of the “Trevor Philips treatment” – His words, not yours.

“Ahhhh, hah! You are soaked to the brim, ay?” He grinned widely, “So fuckin’ desperate for me, ain’t cha?” His thumb detached from your clit and moved towards his own dick.

You didn’t want to sit there on his lap and look pretty. While you were dressed in this oversized leather jacket that cupped your tits so effortlessly, it made you look like a sexy whore from the 90s pornos, but you wanted to act more than this. As Trevor pulled out his throbbing erection, your hands suddenly grasped his neck; causing his head to fall back against the hard car door handle. He whimpered and tensed up. His eyes pierced into yours with extreme arousal, no sign of bitterness behind your roughness.

“Choke me, choke me… Do it.” In fact, he ordered you to.

You saw his chest rise as you began tightening your grip around his clogged up throat. Trevor continued to whine before he weakly lined his cock to your entrance then signalling you to sit. You didn’t have to be told twice… As soon as he rubbed his foreskin against your flaps, you rammed your hips down and suffocated his needy dick with your pussy.

“FUCK!” Trevor cried out with the hand around his neck.

You had also moaned, beginning to ride him raw. There was no chance you’d find balance without having both hands around his throat now. Trevor panted and loved every second… While you choked him through the intercourse, he allowed his hands to squeeze, tickle, slap, pinch your breasts. He watched them shake due to the pace of your bouncing.

“Trevor, Trevor!” You couldn’t help but preach his name. You stared down at him and his face was dripped in sweat. Trevor had distorted moans escape his closed throat since your grip had tightened throughout the intimacy. However, he smirked. He loved hearing his name fall out of your horny mouth.

The car was rocking heavily now. You were mounting his lucky dick with your aggressiveness. The leather jacket around your naked skin flapped, your left shoulder gradually becoming exposed as the jacket failed to stay around you. Trevor’s hand immediately groped the newly accessed skin, fondling your shoulder between his fingers with enough power to bruise it. It only motivated you to carry on riding.

“Fuckkk…” His raspy wheezes was heard from under the sound of his tires squeaking. Trevor felt himself growing closer, holding onto your shoulder and waist for security, “Ohhh… Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

You winced and refused to decrease the pace. You carried on ramming him until the man was nothing but a pool of mush.

“[Y/N]!” Trevor arched his back again and nailed your pussy in time for his climax… “FUCK!” He grabbed onto your jacket and pulled you forward so you were lying on him, skin to skin contact. His cock slid out and he came all over your thighs and car seat, this orgasm being extremely rewarding considering it left him speechless, his tongue hung out of his mouth and eyes wide like he was drugged with ecstasy.

Moaning, your nose nuzzled into his sweaty neck as you rubbed your sex quickly after his absence, managing to climax seconds after Trevor. He gasped again, feeling another load of hot fluid paint the car seat underneath you both.

“Trevor, oh fuckkk…” You whispered against his stumbled jaw, “Mmmm, so good.”

You felt his hand rub your back gently and he slowly found his stamina, “You’re a fuckin’ woman to remember, sugar. Fuck me.” He praised with a grin.

The car shuffled as you both emigrated from the backseat, deciding it was best to leave before you’d fall asleep and risk getting caught beside the Church. He kept giving you cheeky smiles and winks during the process of putting on clothes. Once you decided it was time to leave, Trevor ruffled up his hair and turned on the engine. He gazed into the rear mirror then hitting the pedal and speeding off, leaving the scent of fresh sex and no regrets.

#trevor philips #trevor gta #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips headcanons #trevor philips fanfiction #GTA #GTA V #gta fanfiction #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft auto v #trevorphilips #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing

[dwellordream]

A Summary of Every ASOIAF RP Character I Have Ever Made

first rp:

Aeryn Targaryen - her father is Maenar Targaryen, son of Maegor Targaryen (this is an AU where Maegor never revolts against Aenys and eventually marries and has a child). her mother is a Toland. deeply antisocial, unpleasant, religious zealot to cope with the trauma of her emotionally abusive father, detached mother, and equally dysfunctional brothers.

oldest brother Gael is horrifically scarred by greyscale at a young age and forced to join the Kingsguard by their father. middle brother Viserys is completely deranged and makes her life a living hell. dreams of becoming a septa, deeply uncomfortable with the gender roles imposed on her, dresses in multiple layers at all times, crops her hair short, probably binds her chest. accidentally claims the dragon Quicksilver in the chaos after King Aenys' death.

Vaella Targaryen - product of an unhappy brother-sister marriage. disabled at a young age due to chronic illness and pain. arranged to marry Lord Maric Baratheon (same AU that Aeryn exists in) and has a surprisingly happy, devoted marriage despite a lack of heirs. rides the dragon Seafoam (basically AU Seasmoke). encourages her younger sister Shaena to try to train at swordplay as a means of vicariously living through her. desperately wants the Iron Throne, as Aenys has no living sons or grandsons at the time of his death, and she is his eldest granddaughter.

Rhea Webber - scheming, manipulative, desperately romantic and loves heroes and tourneys and songs. ruins her own sister's marriage. is married, far, far above her station to King Aeny's bastard grandson Baelon Blackfyre due to her uncle, the calculating Lord Hand. genuinely adores her gallant husband, who rides the dragon Caraxes. wants him to be 60% more ruthless. resides at Harrenhal, whose ghosts are taking an avid interest in her.

second rp:

Baela Manderly - middle daughter of Princess Viserra Targaryen and her Manderly husband. has two much older sisters, Aelinor (who is seeking the Iron Throne) & Desmona, and one much younger sister, Laenora. often felt forgotten and dismissed as a child, and has wholly rejected the Seven for the old gods. wants to live up to an entirely fictional 'warrior northern maiden' ideal, though she has nothing but disdain for the Mormonts. is in love with a wildling prisoner called Rose. rides the dragon Silverwing, and often dreams of becoming Queen Beyond the Wall- imagines the Free Folk would accept her without question. also harbors some ambitions of marrying Lord Stark. almost exclusively wears blue and white.

Jacaerys Connington - youngest son of Princess Saera Targaryen and her Connington husband. has two older brothers, Saeron (who is seeking the Iron Throne) & Aelyx (who has dragon dreams). an all around spiteful little shit. is decently talented with sword and axe. obsessed with his dead mother and had a bastard daughter (Sara Waters) with one of her maids in KL. rides the dragon Vermithor. he and his Blackwood wife loathe each other. has a thing for older women. was almost killed by Saeron's dragon Caraxes as a child. is rumored to be a bastard, and not Roy Connington's son at all. rocks the medieval mullet and shitty tiny mustache.

Melicent Blackwood - wife to the former Lord Hand of Queen Daella (whose death begins this Dance), Rymond Arryn, who is thrice her age. disdains her condescending husband and adores her young daughter, Jeyne. sister to Jace's wife, Anwen. has some sexual tension with a rogue knight of the Queensguard, Ser Benedict Rivers. helps him steal the crown of Aegon I and the sword Blackfyre. mother is a Myrish lady. feels betrayed by her father who wed her to a man who treats her like an ornament and nothing more. Maelys Hightower - granddaughter of Elaena Targaryen, the youngest child of Aegon and Rhaenys. auburn-haired and violet-eyed. was married off to Lord Braxton Beesbury at a young age. when he discovered her adultery with a blacksmith, he imprisoned her for 5 years until his untimely death. afterwards, she stole away to KL and claimed the young dragon Tessarion. vindictive, hot-headed, and vain. on the verge of an affair with her sister Cerenna (Lady Hightower)'s husband, Ser Gerion Lannister. schemes to put Cerenna's daughter Clarisse on the Iron Throne,

#word to the wise

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

whoops wrote some stuff for “c!benchtrio in a sleepy 80s town where every myth is real and no one is normal” au. yes the cabinet is polybius. of course it is.

TW: period typical ableism, references to period typical homophobia, mind control, referenced kidnapping.

tommy loved saturday.

one, it meant he was off school. school was a fucking hell system designed to tear out the individuality of kids and turn them into little worker drones- at least, that was what wil reckoned, and wil was probably the smartest person in town by account of haunting the shit out of everyone over the past few centuries, so tommy believed him. besides, he struggled to sit still for long enough to write, and tubbo couldn’t read the words, so they spent most of their time staring at each other in detention anyway.

but that wasn’t the main reason. the two of them skived off school half the time, though in their defence it’s kind of hard to go when you’ve got seven government conspiracies, three independent mad scientists, several different types of aliens, at least one fae court, and whatever the fuck sam was on your tail 24/7. honestly, being kidnapped by half of them was probably better than an english lesson where the teachers shouted at him for writing in the proper british way he was taught instead of suddenly switching to the dumb american shitty way. his organs might have been rearranged last time he'd gotten abducted by a flying saucer, but at least that meant he looked cool on x-rays.

no, the real reason saturday was great was that saturday was arcade day.

if tommy wasn’t religious, he'd call the local arcade his church, but that felt disrespectful to Her Lady Prime (though, considering the amount of gods he'd met in sleepy l'manberg he was convinced that there was probably enough gods in oregon every video arcade had one). still, he approached the day phil would drop off him and tubbo at the doors for a whole day with reverence, and as the man who was not his father (he actually wanted him) dropped them off, he handed them enough coins for an extra with a wink.

that was another reason tommy loved saturday. school didn’t really accept local cryptids, unfortunately, but with a mask, hat, and a long enough skirt, ranboo could blend in as a weirdo teenager instead of a local nightmare. besides, he liked the flashing lights.

ranboo was in first, as always, and rushed tommy and tubbo into a big, big hug the second they entered the doors. he knew when phil dropped them off, and had started waiting to ambush them.

“ugh, gross, man,” tommy said, not sounding annoyed at all. “we're twelve now. too old for little kid cuddles.”

“why?” ranboo’s voice had a vibration to it like an insect. it made tommy feel comforted.

“because you get beat up if you're weird, y’know!” tommy flushed. “i don’t wanna get beat up, fucker.”

tubbo raised an eyebrow. “tommy, have you met a normal person in this town?”

“well, no-“

“there. look, are we going to play some pac-man or not?”

“ugh, no!” tommy said, giggling as he pushed the other boys away. “pac-man is so uncool. now, frogger? that, man, is truly radical.”

ranboo blinked. “what’s a radical?”

“it’s just one of tommy's weird big kid terms, boo.” tubbo said, ribbing ranboo and grinning at the disgusted face tommy made. tommy didn’t have any issues with, y’know, those sort of people. people who got mad at boys kissing boys were stupid. the issue was that tubbo was far too young to be flirting with anyone. that stuff was gross. “he just wants to be cool, y’know. that’s why he’s got that stupid mullet.”

“mullets are so cool, fuck you,” tommy said, sticking out his tongue in a not at all childish way. “anyway, now are you two gonna go all K-I-S-S-I-N-G, or will you- oh my Prime, what the fuck is that?”

every machine in the building was empty of players. all except one, a blank looking cabinet, which had a line that looked a million billion miles long.

ranboo raised an eyebrow. “good game, i guess?”

“no game is that good. not even frogger.” tommy shook his head. “that’s like… remember when that fucking weird government dude had all those pills and shit? that made you all fuzzy and do what they say?”

tubbo gasped. “you can’t say that, tom! you know he has memory issues. stop being a dick.”

“fine! sorry.” tommy threw his hands up in frustration. “but anyway, you see that blank fucking stare on their face? well, most of there’s, purpled seems fine but he's got the whole being not human thing going. that’s the look ranboo had when that dream fucker gave him the pills. that’s mind control, innit?”

“don’t remind me of dream,” ranboo said, growling.

“oh, yeah. sorry man.”

“anyway… do you think that might be involved? if it’s to do with governments… i'd rather not get cut up by a lab, thank you. we need to stop it.”

“chill out, ranboo, being cut up isn’t even that bad if they give you proper painkillers and shit,” tommy said, ignoring the weird stares ranboo gave him because of that. “besides, y’know i'll never say no to uncovering some secret truth. it’s almost as fun as frogger. tubbo?” tommy paused, turning to his other best friend. “uh, tubbo?”

there was a far away, dreamy look in tubbo’s eyes. not those of brainwashing, but desire. “i want to take that thing apart,” tubbo said, sounding overjoyed. “i need it. i need that beauty so bad.”

well. it was better than the barrels of radioactive material he'd seen tubbo carry into the shed. tommy couldn’t deny that. “then, let’s go figure shit out, then.”

#my writing #dream smp au #c!benchtrio #tw ableism #tw referenced homophobia #tw mind control #tw referenced kidnapping

[dark-mnjiro]

happy new year to all my mutuals and followers. it has been a wild year and I just want to thank all of you for being here and putting up with my constantly changing interests. I appreciate everyone one of you! I’m going to apologize now - I’m typically not this sappy. Please ignore me - I usually don’t get emotional like this, but a lot of this needed to be said.

To my followers, thank you all for the support over the last year - even helping reach my 500 follower milestone. You guys have seriously helped boost my confidence in writing again and there’s too many of you to name to thank each one of you personally, but just know - I do read each comment, reblog, tag, etc you leave on my fics or in my inbox. And you all never fail to make me smile. 🥺

Too my mutuals, while there are also too many of you to thank individually- you have all been such a god send. I love seeing you in my inboxes, notifications, ect. I love the banter we share especially with my every changing interests and THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH THAT AS WELL. I know I’ve convinced so many of you to join the bllk cult - no I will never apologize for it either.

There’s just a few shout outs I wanted to make before the year comes to an end. To a group of people i interact with constantly - even outside of tumblr and they just aways make my shitty days brighter.

@dilu3 - you are literally like the little sister I never got to have. You match my chaotic energy at every turn and our conversations are never boring. We’re constantly keymashing, all caps screaming in our group chat and somehow manage to understand what the other is saying without it even being remotely words.

@katsukikitten / @baroukitten - I am so thankful we started talking even though it’s been fairly recent. Spamming manga screenshots back and forth especially of bllk to each other on discord while screaming about our common interests in characters. Especially Barou and Nagi. 😩 you always send me such wonderful messages while I’m at work - cheering me on ESPECIALLY ON TUESDAYS WHICH ARE MY GARBAGE DAYS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME.

@blkladyelle - ELLE. HOW CAN I EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE OUR FRIENDSHIP. The fact you pop on randomly to send me DMs just to telling me how much you love me and hope I’m having a lovely day is just so precious. It makes my heart melt. I love sharing fic ideas with you and how you help me break down the constant stream of ideas in my head - because it never seems to stop 🙃 ughhhh you are perfect.

@awkwardchick87 - while we’ve only been moots for a few months - I love that I can just spaz completely out on servers about TR with you. Especially with season 2 coming up. SCREAMS. I can’t wait. Also- I’m going to convert you to the bllk cult even if it kills me! Join us.

@ryndicate - ryn… oh RYN. The conversations we have on dash can’t even compare to the chaos that is our conversations on discord. Constantly spamming manga screenshots of Kaiser’s mullet back and forth while screaming what a tool he is that you can’t seem to escape - I have also found a friend that I can vent frustrations when it comes to the fandom community on this app with. You’ve always offered solutions to my vents as well which has been so helpful and I appreciate it so much. You have no idea how thankful I am for us meeting on this silly app this year. You and your mullet loving self. ✌🏻

@knchins - ally. My best friend. My partner in crime. My WIFE. We go back further than this app and I foresee our friendship going beyond it too. Our constantly creations of OCs and story building together. You always the best person to go to for story building/universe creating. You have such a great imagination even though you don’t seem to think so. You’re a talent writer and I wish I even had a fraction of your talent. You have no idea what you mean to me… you’ve been there through the good and the very ugly parts of me and you’ve never left - even when so many others did. You encouraged me to stay on track especially with my BPD treatment especially on the days I wanted to throw in the towel and give up. You’re always there when I need a shoulder to cry on and just to zone out while we watch our weekly showing of bllk/YouTube videos together. You’re probably the first person I message as soon as I wake up every day and the last person I send a message to before I go to sleep (or I fall asleep mid message before sending). You’re more than my best friend - you’re literally the family I choose to have in my life. 💕

#lee off the record #happy new year #happy 2023