#he later gets suck in it trying to get chips

[ghouljams]

i woke up w more brain worms thanks for giving more w ur response <33

but yknow how Tabitha was kinda the new Master for the super mutants in the Mojave… yeah that but König. his ass would be a cult leader too ur so right. you’d hear the radio signal went down and got a bit too nosy and mosey your way up to him like hello need fix? and he’d snatch you and keep you around. like coming to fix his radio was basically a marriage confession!!! and like how are you gonna fight him anyways he’ll just keep bringing you gifts (and bones..) until you say yes :)

ghoul ghost either is running around w a mutated horse (maybe a dog too :3c) or is wandering and doing random bounties (that man would be side questing, no allegiance just vibes)(at the moment i don’t have anything on him but we’ll see after work)(i saw what you said.)

gaz could easily be a synth too i just saw that.. and yeah i was gonna say he could be a minuteman but like ncr ranger makes a lot more sense in my pea brain!! he’d follow his courier around to help w deliveries(his ass just wants to see them shoot things, ur so right about the deathclaw thing) and would try and convince them to come home to cali with him, where it’s safer and he has a home there (totally not trying to trap them, ), like why would you ever wanna go to the strip babes? that place is gross and nasty :( (he’s gambled there a few times, like i can see soap def having fame on the strip and they’re buddies)(also he definitely wants like a whole family and poor courier just wants to figure out where this gambling chip goes to for some money)

clawing at elder maxson’s face w malicious intent btw, but he’s giving price and i don’t like it. that man would be a brotherhood elder who has his own agenda or just a very well respected knight, bc tell me he wouldn’t kick major ass in power armor (that man would be in love when he goes into a town to retrieve a piece of tech and go nuts over the pretty lady who runs the repair shop and offers to fix up his gun)(or maybe he’s w a scribe! who knows ill def have more later though)(im thinking about the ghosts guys rn a lot though)

Best friend Tabitha!! I love her. Bad radio show queen. König gets mad that the radio sucks, kills Tabitha and takes over. You're free to go Raul, have fun, stay safe out there(Raul is immediately executed for helping Former Best Friend Tabitha).

Now König is leader of a tidy cult, he's got some big changes to make, namely: we are militarizing this bitch, and putting some decent programming on the radio. More music, less talking. Also let's make this place a little safer for the humans, start getting some trade going(and catching pets).

Now most humans know not to go investigate the radio signal but you're fresh out of the vault, and eager to see who it is that keeps the radio running. Especially when the in between programing sounds so nice! König's voice following you across the wasteland, promising freedom and shelter for humans and mutants alike. He needs a little help fixing up the radio, but luckily you've got some radio know-how under your belt. Maybe he'll give you a couple caps for fixing the thing!

Well. The programming certainly takes a turn after you fix up the radio. When songs aren't playing your soft moans and whimpers are filling the air waves. König fucking you live on the air so everyone can hear how wonderful and superior super mutants are. Listen to how much pleasure his pretty new pet is in, begging him to come and fill you with his potent mutant seed.

"Some of you may wonder where my pet is today," König lowers the microphone so that slurping and gagging noises can be heard, followed by a short whine of pain and period of heavy breathing before the slurping sounds resume and he sets the microphone back on the table, "aren't they talented? I told you, humans are good for something, and very easily trained."

#cod x reader #x reader #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig smut #cod konig #fallout au

[whaddayadothatfor]

Ctenizidae

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re an anomaly from another universe. You’re not dangerous though, so Miguel’s made the executive decision to keep you around until more dangerous criminals are caught and sent home first. Unless that’s not the only reason he’s decided to keep you around…

Content warnings: dub-con, voyeurism, masturbation, obsessive!Miguel

WC: ~1k

AN: Y’all this is so unedited but I wanted to write smut for this man so I did! If y’all like it I can post a second, smuttier part.

MDNI

“Here.” You drop a small plastic bin of chocolate chip cookies in front of Miguel. As a peace offering. No, really.

Miguel raises his right eyebrow in question. He doesn’t even answer you anymore. The other Spider-people go about their day in the cafeteria, having seen this scene time and time again.

Every day for the past two weeks since you were suddenly teleported to Nueva York and promptly labeled an anomaly, you’ve been practically begging Miguel to send you home. He’s declined every time.

This is pretty much how the conversation goes each time:

“Miguel, I think I should—“

“No. We have to send the most dangerous anomalies back to their universe first—“

“I’m dangerous! I’m plenty dangerous.”

“The only thing you’ve maimed, tortured, and killed in the past month is a flippin’ houseplant. You’re staying.”

You see how frustrating this man is?

So you’ve decided that maybe bribery— sorry, a peace offering— will work better. Hence, the cookies.

“Maybe if you eat something sweet you’ll stop being so bitter and stubborn all the time,” you smile tightly. “Then you’ll find it in your heart— the one that shrunk three sizes— to let me go home.”

“I appreciate the offering— though you could use some more creativity in your approach— but just know that these won’t get you home.” He pries open the container and lifts one to his mouth before moaning in delight. “These are delicious. Thank you,” he said, sucking the melted chocolate off of his thumb. His overly enthusiastic groans were clearly a tactic to piss you off, and it worked.

You simmer in anger as he smirks while chewing his cookie. You try to snatch the bin back, but he moves it out of your way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, pushing up from the small table he was sitting at and leaning down to whisper near your ear. “No take-backsies.”

He flustered you, and he knew it. He laughed as he walked away. You stuttered a retort in embarrassment, but he didn’t even have the decency to turn around.

“Ugh, I hate that guy,” you stomped in anger. You muttered several curses before you turned around to leave, only to see several wide-eyed Spideys staring at you in concern. This is why you wait until after you’re alone to throw a tantrum— it scares the locals. Whoops. “Uhh, carry on. My bad. Enjoy your lunch!”

You quickly walk away, feeling defeated. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve got nothing but time. You’ll catch him when he’s sleeping. He’s gotta be more amenable then.

Later

“You know, just for the record, I think you going to his room this late at night is a terrible idea,” Lyla warned as she flitted between standing and reclining with her arms crossed behind her neck.

“Well I think him keeping me here is a terrible idea. I guess we’re all full of them.”

“Seriously—“

“Lyla I don’t care! I’ve got a family to get back to. Friends, a life. I don’t care how fine that man is, I’m going back home. Tonight, preferably.”

“Whatever, it’s your funeral.” She acquiesced before disappearing into the ether, just as you arrived at his door.

“Wait, Lyla! Open the door.” Without a response, the door opened. “Thanks, Lyla.”

You walked in to the large room to see Miguel sitting up in a chair near the center of the room.

“Miguel, you need to listen to me—“

The sight that met you was so shocking you had to take it in one part at a time.

First, You see Miguel’s side profile as he faces the wall to the left of you. He’s breathing heavy, chest heaving as his hand vigorously moves up and down his— oh. Maybe you came at the wrong time.

With the sudden awkwardness that’s overtaken you, you look somewhere else, anywhere else, only to find the source of what he’s staring at— a video, no, porn. The second piece of the puzzle, you take in the video’s content. First, you just see flashes of skin and hear soft grunts and moans emanating from the screen. But then you realize, the voices sound familiar, really familiar. Then it hits you.

It is you.

And him. The both of you together. And that realization connects all the pieces of the puzzle together. He’s keeping you here, on purpose.

Your eyes dart back to Miguel, who has now abandoned his video in favor of the live view he has right in front of him. He’s shirtless but he still has some grey sweats on, pushed down just enough that he can jerk off. His hands move desperately over his cock, aborted grunts and breathy moans coming out sporadically.

He turned his head to the side, his cheeks flushed and his eyes narrowed with desire. You were frozen, stuck in time. Miguel kept stroking his cock while staring into your eyes. He did this right up until his orgasm overtook him, throwing his head back and jerking his hips upward as he called out your name.

His cum spurted out in waves, once, twice, three times. It was thick and opaque and made a mess all over his lower stomach. He sighed and sank back into his chair.

“Did you enjoy the show?” His voice is low and heady as he calls out to you. It takes you a moment to respond, because admittedly you’re still staring at his— well, his everything, dick included. Still It was a very, very nice, thick, veiny d—“Am I interrupting?”

His teasing knocks you out of your reverie.

“I-I should go.” You said. You’re starting to realize that Lyla might have been right. Maybe you should’ve waited until the morning. You start backing up to leave but Miguel shakes his head and the door shuts behind him.

“No, no, no. See, that’s your problem. You’re always trying to leave,” he chastises.

He stalks towards you, like you’re prey. You move backwards until your back hits the door. He reaches over you, placing an arm over your head and his index finger under your chin, lifting it upwards. He bends down, close enough that you can see even minute details of his face.

He narrows his eyes as he bares his fangs.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

#marvel x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #marvel smut #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spider man smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac smut #y/n

[sixosix]

wc 900, guys i’m still a 4.0 lore player so forgive me if lyney’s getting ooc now 🙁 but anw ENJOY THIS MESS OF A GUY!! requested by anon

or, lyney can't stop staring at your lips

Lyney is beginning to think he might be obsessed with you. Or that you’re bad for him.

He’s stumbling over his lines when he sees you in the audience, his fingers catch on each other when he catches you smiling knowingly, and he gets nervous—the most absurd tell. It’s unlike him to feel his heart pounding in his ears when he’s already started the show. None of this feels natural.

It gets to the point where Lynette has to drag him off after a scene, worry evident on her usually-passive features.  “What’s happening to you?”

“I think I might be going insane,” Lyney admits, running his hand across his face. “I can feel it, Lynette. I’ve gone mad.”

All because you kissed him and he damn near exploded on the spot.

It wasn’t a special kiss. There wasn’t even tongue involved. He didn’t even see it coming. Hell, it was half a second and only on the side of his lips. Can it even be counted as a kiss?

If kisses could drive Lyney to a point where he can’t stop thinking about your lips, it might.

Lyney makes a pitiful noise, like a wounded animal. Lynette sighs heavily, as in relief that it’s not anything serious. But it is something serious. How is he supposed to move on in his life when you’re the only thing running through his head?

“Lynette,” Lyney cries, “this isn’t normal. I’ve caught something. Check my temperature.”

“You’re lovesick,” she replies simply, batting the hand that’s trying to get her to place her palm on his forehead. “and you have a show to finish. Get it together, brother.”

Get it together. Yeah, he can do that—if the object of his desires isn’t seated in the front row. But for now, Lynette is glaring daggers, stern like a mother, and Lyney sucks it up and makes a point of avoiding your eyes later on.

Avoiding your eyes usually means staring at other parts of your face.

Lyney feels the last bit of his sanity chip away when you decided it would be a splendid idea to wear something glossy over your lips, as if he wasn’t already distracted enough as is. You have got to be doing this on purpose.

Your tongue swipes over your bottom lip. He feels lightheaded.

“You look desperate,” Lynette tells him, which is frankly enough to make him want the ground to swallow him whole.

This also gets to a point where Freminet pulls him aside and asks him if he’s feeling sick. He feels like it. Lovesick and desperate, as Lynette so elegantly put it.

How embarrassing. Is this what you’ve reduced him to? Freminet looked at him with all wide, worried eyes, and Lyney can’t outright say the reason for his predicament. He excuses that he feels tired, and he doesn’t mention that his lips are feeling incredibly lonely.

Freminet, precious and understanding and thankfully unaware, nods and says, “I hope you feel better soon.” Lyney finds that unlikely, but he thanks him anyway. “Oh, and you should look behind you.”

Lyney turns and finds you waving at him, gesturing for him.Your fingers curl and it almost looks like you’re calling for a pet. And Lyney, weak and obsessed Lyney, follows without a second thought. Try as he might, he can never stay too long away from you, because as much as you’re driving him crazy, seeing you, hearing you, is enough to brighten his entire day and momentarily forget you’re the reason why he almost messed up with his lines.

He stands before you with a bit of distance. You want him gone so you pull him by the collar until his head is dipped down.

“You look feverish,” you say. Feverish, desperate, the list could go on and on.

I feel like it, Lyney wants to say; instead, his words are caught on the tip of his tongue as your eyes trace over his entire face. He feels as if he’s laying himself bare for you, but he finds that he doesn’t mind it at all, not when he’s soaking up your attention like he doesn’t know how to do anything else.

“Hey,” you whisper, a testament to your proximity, a smirk on your face, “my eyes are up here, Lyney.”

Lyney frowns, feeling petulant now that he’s aware of your schemes. “I’m not being indecent; please don’t phrase it like that.” Or is it worse that he’s ogling your mouth?

You laugh brightly, and he melts just a little. “You’re too obvious, Lyney.” He loves it when you say his name. He’s addicted to how your mouth carves his name. A poke on his cheek startles him enough to look up to your eyes, shame crawling in his cheeks. “See? You’re doing it again.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Lyney.” You have got to stop doing that. Then again, he’s starting to think you’re doing it on purpose seeing how it affects him terribly. “If you want something, take it. Don’t stand around and do nothing about it.”

Lyney’s breath hitches, his blush climbing higher from his neck to his entire face. “Don’t just say that.” He can’t handle your crooked grin. He pulls you to his chest and buries his face on your neck—if it’s to keep your face away or to hide his expression, no one would be able to tell. “You can’t just say that.”

“I know what I’m saying. Don’t take me for a fool.”

Your lips brush his. His mind blanks. You’re bad for him—you have to be, but everything that comes after feels natural, at least.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #genshin x you #x reader

[puckarchives]

the (infamous) hughes brothers sleepovers: l. hughes

blurb: in which you and luke introduce the daughter the world never even knew you had to the nhl.  / word count: 1.8k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

When the tradition originally started, Luke was in his rookie year of playing with Jack for the Devils, and began entirely as an accident. Somehow, Quinn ended up passed asleep in the middle of your living room, flanked by Luke and Jack the weekend that the Canucks played the Devils, too worn out by their hours-long FIFA and Call of Duty battles, and high off of the inordinate amount of snacks the three had consumed.

This, however, quickly evolved into an actual planned sleepover; once a month, one of the boys would host the other two at their home, where they would all act akin to literal children— they would build a fire outside, and once they got inside, would build an actual fort— pillows, couch cushions, and blankets would litter the ground, and by the time you knew it, you would come down to find all three tangled together somehow, with Luke’s arm over Quinn’s face, Jack’s head hanging over the edge of his makeshift bed, and all of them in the same order: Jack on the left, Luke in the middle of his two older brothers, and Quinn on the right. 

In short, it was the cutest thing you had ever seen— you got to see the level of adoration and love that each brother had for the other two, and got to see the way they interacted outside of the rink, and outside of the cameras and fame. During the sleepovers, they were just that— three brothers who cared about each other, and who loved each other. 

This, however, brought you to your most recent predicament: here you were at 11PM on a Friday night, trying to herd the three Hughes brothers around a 24-hour Target, following behind them with a cart that was quickly growing in the amount of sugar it held. This month was Luke’s— and by extension, yours as well— turn to host, which meant that you had the opportunity to load them all of into your car, drive them to Target, and watch them go crazy trying to grab snacks. 

“Well, if you get those, then Jack won’t eat them. You know that, Q” Luke said to his older brother, who was holding a pack of Nutter Butter cookies, while Jack was in the aisle over, stacking his arms with the Smirnoff’s he would later try to ice his brothers with. 

“Good, more for me then,” Quinn replied, before dumping said pack into your cart. He laughed as Luke added two more packs of cookies— the chewy and regular Chips Ahoy, before sliding beside you, laying a pack on your forehead, and then following Quinn as he walked into the next aisle in search of their middle brother. 

When you followed them, however, literally only seconds later, you were met with an unexpected sight. As you steered your cart, you stopped midway, because there, in the middle of the drink section of a Target in the middle of nowhere New Jersey, stood all three Hughes brothers, with Nerf Guns pointed at each other, resembling that Spider-Man meme where they all stood in a triangle, pointing at one another. 

Before you could ask what the hell was going on, they fired— Jack ducking before Luke’s bullet could hit him, but hitting Quinn square in the chest as Luke ran to get behind you, using you as a human shield. After no more shots were fired however, they all stopped where they were, stood up, and continued to act as if nothing had happened. Jack loaded up the two pack of sodas and drinks, Quinn kept walking into the neighboring aisles, and Luke tapped away on his phone, all acting as if they hadn’t just had a full-on Nerf war right in front of you, and as if your boyfriend hadn’t been using you as a human shield from it. God, you were way too old for this, you thought, before sucking it up and laughing to yourself as you traversed the next aisles. 

By the time you were checking out of the Target, your bags were packed to the brim with overly-sugary snacks; ranging from the aforementioned cookies, (which Jack refused to even touch because of the vendetta he had against anything peanut butter related, apparently,) to three separate bags of Lime flavored chips that ranged from the original version, to kettle cooked and rice chips, and the three cases of Mountain Dew, Smirnoff Ice, and Vitamin Water— God, these boys bought snacks as if your house was entirely bare, instead of full of perfectly good food. Regardless, however, you watched as they all worked in tandem to scan, bag, and then push the cart back to your car, load everything up in a swift manner, and even get in the car with no complaints. As weird as the Hughes brothers were, they sure knew how to work as a team— to ensure that no single brother carried the load of the work, but instead simply work in what you could only describe as harmony. Each completing their portion fo the task, and doing so without even having to ask; a well-oiled machine you knew was built from their childhoods, and from the years and years of hockey camps, or cheering the others on, and of simply being brothers.

Luke was the beginner of the group; he’d start the task, fall into his role, and wait for the other two to join him. Jack would follow— would see what Luke needed and do whatever he could to ease it, or to make it go faster; to be more efficient. And then Quinn, as older brother, would ensure that the other two were taken care of, before putting himself at the end— tying up their loose ends, making sure what was being done was done in a correct manner, and closing it off. A perfectly coordinated team. 

It wasn’t until the four of you got back to your shared home with Luke that all hell seemed to break loose once again. While the car ride back had been relatively tame, you driving because you had decided you were the only one who didn’t love hitting every single curb, and didn’t break like a semi-truck had rolled over right in front of you, Luke had sat in the passenger seat, connecting his phone to the aux and playing the signature Hughes Brothers Playlist— a playlist that seemed to disobey every single law of organization to have ever existed, as it would switch from some country song he liked at the moment, to LMFAO and Lil Jon’s “SHOTS,” until swiftly moving to Adele’s “Hello.” All three brothers sang to every single song, though. All without missing a single beat. 

Odd music choices aside, however, when the four of you ended up back at your house, you could hear the three of them yelling and moving around downstairs as you got ready for bed, before tapering off into the sounds of what was unmistakably Call of Duty. Before you went to bed, though, you made your way out of you and Luke’s shared bedroom, standing at the top of the staircase and looking down into the living room. You knew these sleepovers were sacred to them, and you wanted to give all three of them space— you knew, and could see, how much they cared for each other, and at times, these were the only opportunities they had to spend time together during the season, so you opted to spend time with yourself instead— even if that included letting them make a mess out of your living room.

Seemingly in the span of less than five minutes, all three boys had managed to not only push your sectional sofa to the wall, but also bring out all six dining chairs out, and set up the three pairs of sheets you had in the linen closet diagonally— laying them atop of the backs of the chairs, and adding support to their makeshift fort with the otterman, and the two kitchen bar stools. In the middle, however, you could see the three of them sitting side-by-side, all with a controller in their hands, and all trying to beat whatever game they had on— cheering on Quinn and he managed to take down their opponent, and then egging on Jack as he seemingly lost. 

As you made your way back to your room, however, the board under your foot creaked, and Luke’s head shot up to look at you— giving you a smile and you looked back down at him. “Going to sleep already, honey?” he asked, still looking up, and ignoring the looks that his brothers shared over his head. 

The other two Hughes brothers adored you— although they were a bit apprehensive when Luke first brought you home, only a few weeks after he left Michigan, you had grown to be apart of the family, and they saw you as the little sister, (and nuisance,) that was perfect for their little brother, especially when you joined Luke in egging them on as to why neither elder brother had bothered to find themselves someone yet. 

“Yeah, bub. Gonna head to bed. Remember boys, the blankets are in the hallway closet! And your toothbrushes are in the guestroom bath! Goodnight boys!” you said, yelling the last part a bit louder. You were met with a chorus of “Goodnight Y/N!” and “Thank you!” before the sounds of the three arguing won over the game once again, and you retreated back into your bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Later, however, you were woken up by a sweltering heat. You didn’t remember it being so hot when you went to bed, and when you got up to move, you felt the arms wrapped around you— Luke, you thought. He only pulled you to him tighter, and when you turned to meet his face, you whispered his name quietly. 

“Luke, sweetheart,” you said, trying to get his attention, and asking why he was with you instead of his brothers. The only response you got from him, however, was a “Hmm?”

“Why are you in bed with me?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice down. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he mumbled back, his eyes still closed. While that didn’t answer your question in the slightest, the next voice that popped up did. 

“Can you guys shut up and stop being so coupley? Some of us are trying to sleep here,” he said from beside Luke, and before you could even ask as to why the hell he was in your bed to begin with, you heard Quinn’s voice next— “Lu dragged us in here. Said he didn’t wanna sleep without you” he yawned. 

You only stayed quiet, laughing at the situation. Here you were, encompassed by your boyfriend, while his two older brothers were laying on the other side of him, all because they wanted to sleep over with him, and all because he didn’t want to sleep without you. These Hughes Brothers Sleepovers sure were something, you thought, before joining the other three and falling back asleep.

#luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #the hughes brothers #nhl imagine #nhl blurb

[moralesluvr]

Helloo✋🏾 I know it’s late af but I just wanted to get this request off my chest lol. May I request a hobie brown x reader where the reader is doing a “don’t kiss me” prank on him? Just a funny thought

'don't kiss me!' prank ft. hobie brown

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x fem!black!reader ♡ summary: you see a prank that a girl pulled on her boyfriend from tiktok, so you decide to try it on hobie ♡ warnings: very sad pouty hobie, reader being a bit of a meanie ♡ a/n: i loved writing this! thank you for your request! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOU KNEW IT WAS WRONG.

Okay, maybe not exactly wrong, but it was definitely morally cruel.

You had saw the TikTok while you were sitting on the toilet in Hobie's bathroom, chatting with him about any and everything while he showered. You decided to stay at his place because it was late and you had missed him, so you figured you'd just steal some of his clothes and sleepover for a night or two.

When the idea came into your head, you slumped back onto the toilet seat and pretended you were just watching videos about makeup so that Hobie wouldn't be suspicious.

"Can you hand me my flannel, lovie?" He requested, and you sighed at the use of his slang that you've had to pick up over the last six months. You grab his towel and throw it over the curtain rod. You hear him suck his teeth, "Why do you have to be so annoying, eh?"

You hum with a grin, "Dunno. At least I'm not boring."

Hobie pulls the shower curtain back, and you nearly bite your lip.

This challenge was going to be hard.

The towel that you handed him was wrapped firmly around his waist, his chest glistening to the water droplets that reflecting from the bathroom's cheap lighting. He walks over to you, ready to kiss you, but you stand up and cough. "Um...I'm..hungry. Yeah, I needa' snack."

"Did you not just see what I was tryna do?" He almost pouts, following you into the kitchen, "I wanted to kiss 'ya, then you left."

You grab a bag of chips from his pantry, sitting down at one of his island stools, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

Hobie hums at you, walking back to his room, "Whatever."

You were sure that you had already made him upset. He wasn't always in a clingy mood- actually, mostly rarely- but when he was, he was upset if he didn't get what he wanted.

And although you did feel like you were being mean, you needed to get the prank on video to show him, and to laugh at later. So you rose from your chair and ran after him into the bedroom. He had on simple black pajama pants and no top, his hair pulled up in a bun. He was fiddling around with his guitar while sitting on his bed, so he didn't even notice when you propped up your phone and pressed record on your video app.

You winked at the camera when you did it, sliding onto the bed with him. He stopped playing.

"So why can't I kiss you?" Hobie asked, "Does my breath smell bad? Swear I just brushed 'em, love, so I know that isn't it."

"It's none of those things," you assure him, tapping your nails on the outskirts of his guitar. Usually he would flip if someone did that, but with you, he didn't really mind.

You saw him lean closer to you, and then his eyes start to close, and you rested your palm on his chest as you pushed him away. He gives you a watery-eyed look, "Okay, Y/N. D-Did I do somethin'? Because you're not wantin' to kiss me at all. Talk to me, yeah? Please?"

His big hands are cupping either of your cheeks as he looks at you intensively, and you can't help but break. You lean in, your lips connecting with his. You expect the kiss to be warm and light, but Hobie had a different motive. His right hand left your cheek as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen it. A satisfied sigh leaves you as that same hand finds one of your braids. He twirls it in his fingers, pulling away from you, "So now you want to smooch me, hm? What's the matta'?"

You laugh, your head being thrown back at how humorous the situation was to you. Hobie's straightfaced, though, and he's not laughing when you look up again. You cup his cheek, your other hand pointing to your propped up phone, "Look, baby, it was a prank!"

Hobie gives you a playful slap to the shoulder, "Don't do that again, love, yeah? Was bloody painful."

You laugh, leaning in as you kissed your boyfriend.

"Don't worry, I won't." You smiled.

And maybe you wouldn't deprive him of kisses again, but when the time came, you'd definitely be playing more pranks on him sooner rather than later.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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[hatchetno1]

hello hi wifi bet you won't do a scenerio where you're baking together with the pastas ‼️ I want messy ass kitchen shenanigans ‼️ who'd make a mess yet have delicious food? super clean but disgusting food?

if you don't wanna do this it's ok 🐧

hey penpen!! dw about it, since this scenario is a wholesome one i’ll try to write the wholesome fanon version of them so here goes

cw: wholesome. if you're looking for dark content, I'M SORRY word count: 482

toby would MESS THE FUCK UP like no joke the counter is full of flour there are chocolate chips everywhere. toby goes “CHOCOLATE CHIPS CHOCOLATE CHIPS—WOO!” it’s to the point you can’t tell if the whooping is real or if it’s a vocal tic.

the food you made comes out…decent. because all he did was just dump a full bag of chips into the cookie dough. no way in hell are you letting him touch the food. oh, but cleanup is going to be a pain.

ben can’t bake so he just watches you.

actually you don’t know if he can’t touch the stuff because he’s an apparition or if it’s because he just…doesn’t want to.

baking with ben is miserable. you cannot convince me otherwise. but he eats the food like a little bitch anyway.

bonus: he calls the whole mansion over to eat the cookies while you’re asleep so you have none left for breakfast/snacks tomorrow.

jeff… uh. i can see him absolutely torching the place. baking with him is barely baking, it’s more of trying to get him not to blowtorch the dough to bake it.

“y/n what if i blowtorch the whole thing” no. no, jeff. that’s not how it works.

but if you’re dating jeff, chances are you’re the type to let your intrusive thoughts win anyway.

there is no food when you’re done.

ej is actually decent!! he’s calm and collected and he knows what he’s doing. it’s more likely that you don’t know what you’re doing and he guides you.

oh, he stands behind you and gently holds your hands and guides you in kneading the dough, and you feel his breath on your neck and he says “yes, that’s it, darling. you’re doing so well.”

you’re too busy blushing by the end of it to actually savor the cookies. and all you can think of when eating the leftovers the next day is how he held you…

you’re saving baking with ej for a special occasion. your heart can’t handle this.

not sure if you want slenderman but i really cannot imagine him baking as the operator. but i did say it’ll be wholesome so here goes

slender’s tentacles basically do everything for you. “don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll do all the work. sit back and relax, my dear.” he reassures you that it’s not a burden and insists, but when you whine that it’s not fun when you don’t do it together, he lets up.

he still doesn’t let you do a lot of work though. but occasionally he’ll scoop up a bit of dough from the bowl and feed you, so you can’t complain.

if you decide to cheekily suck on his finger, he’ll chuckle.

“my dear, we can save that for later. it is unsanitary.” you pout as he washes his hands again.

the cookies come out delicious though. you can’t complain.

and he feeds you by hand. and you get to suck on his fingers playfully. you can’t complain.

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[chrollohearttags]

toxic armin as your little mischievous work boyfriend that’s always flirting with you on the clock and trying to fuck on you after hours.

cw: nsfw, black fem reader, friends with benefits, both reader and Armin are toxic, fingering, car/public sex, mentions of weed; both consuming and selling, and vaping, perv armin, (he uses a bit of vulgar language), infidelity, backshots, squirting, oral sex, bulging, spit play, daddy’s used like once

📝: just a little random drabble I thought of at like midnight last night as one does and couldn’t get it out of my head. Toxic Armin is my new obsession as of late. This is also inspired by my boo @lemmetreatya ‘s lovely, amazing series!

working with Armin was always an adventure in and of itself. Someone who looked so innocent and sweet, always being as helpful as possible, would have never made you guess that he was the exact opposite, later on down the line! Having both been employees of the local convenience store for a few months, specifically the night time, where you’d catch a few stragglers coming in and out to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets. Third shifters heading out for the long twelve hour intervals ahead and stocking up on energy drinks, chips and candy to keep themselves awake. All in all though, it was fairly peaceful so it left much room for the two of you to get acquainted. You would go an hour or two at a time without so much as a single customer walking through your doors. Oftentimes, leaving you to your own devices. That’s when you first came to know Armin for who he truly was.

both of you college students, working part time for a little extra money but it didn’t take long for you to learn of his real occupation..watching him go outside for frequent ‘smoke breaks’; sucking on a vape pen while passersby would slide their hand across his for some sort of exchange. And he knew every single blind spot around the perimeter to avoid getting caught. The first sign that you knew this man was slicker than oil. That boyish charm was fooling nobody! But you were no snitch and you’d keep your mouth closed, as long as he promised to supply you with your own free of charge. “I got you as soon as we clock out, don’t worry..” It was a small compromise he was willing to make..especially for a pretty girl like you. Having a friend and his own personal eye candy in one made this shitty little side gig all the more worth it. So the two of you would sit in the chairs, watching surveillance and whatever show you were into at the moment from your phones to pass the time. Not to mention, talk shit about your clientele and any other topic that came to mind.

including the most taboo one..however, it did arise one night while you were in the backroom, getting ready to do a restock and you were confiding in one another about ex partners and how bad the relationships were. Now, he did have a notorious reputation for being a fuck boy as well so you took his words with a grain of salt. Even so, it was entertaining to listen to his tales of him having sex with girls who would sneak behind their boyfriends backs to come see him. Supplying them with the dick they so desperately craved before blocking their numbers and never talking to them again. “Damn, Armin. So you doing bitches like that? I’m scared of you..” always joking and teasing him as he tried to downplay his own efforts. You couldn’t judge him too much though because there was a slew of niggas on your own line that you had ghosted after getting ate out and then dipping before giving anything in return. Maybe that’s why you two got along so well..you were equally toxic! Still, he’d just give that same nonchalant shrug and pretend otherwise.

“You’re so crazy, (y/n). I have no idea what you’re talking about. All I do is work and go to school.” And indeed, that’s exactly what it would seem to anyone who spotted the baby-faced boy..with his pouty expression and pretty blue eyes. His blonde shag, always a little scruffy but styled just right. A single tattoo going down his forearm and a tongue piercing between his lips. It was easy to see why anyone would leave what they had at home for his ass. But you weren’t the only one with wandering eyes. Armin would catch himself stealing glances at you as you stowed away boxes. It was a horrible thing to do but sometimes, he’d watch you struggle for a bit to place one on a high shelf just so he could see your tits as your tight fitting shirt lifted or that thick ass jiggle in your pants. “Sorry, let me come help you.” His favorite phrase to utter after getting his eyeful.

he couldn’t lie, he had his fair share of girls but not one was seeing you in any aspect. From that pretty dark brown complexion, deep set matching eyes, tall frame and stacked, curvy figure. Your makeup and nails stayed laced..he had never once caught you without long acrylics, a new install or fluttery lashes, whether extensions or minks. Two gold nose cuffs sitting on your nostrils and a freshly started tattoo sleeve going down your forearm. Courtesy of your tricks that would be lucky to get anything more than your conversation. He respected it, honestly. One look and it was easy to see why you were always having your way. You could probably talk him up out of his clothes and a little cash too. This job was nothing more than a means to an end for you both. Something to pass time and make a little pocket change.

also, the perfect place to hook up after hours! You had developed a pretty promiscuous habit of flirting throughout the night; making little slick, dirty comments to each other out of earshot of anyone and even sneaking feels away from the view of the camera. When you’d bend down, he’d press himself against you..slowly rutting those hips to your backside. Rubbing up on your breasts. You didn’t make it any easier when you subtly bounced it on his pelvis to make him hard. Garnering a tiny damp spot on the fronts of his joggers. He couldn’t help it when you were so fine..and thick as hell. “(Y/N), if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were trying to get me in trouble.” “You are smart. How’d you know?” It didn’t take long before you could no longer hold back on those desires and things came to a head one night when he offered to take you home after getting off a little earlier than expected due to a pipe burst in the store. You were perfectly capable of driving yourself but he had other plans. Once back in the parking lot of your apartment complex, he’d hand off the complimentary he promised you after making sales and you vowing your silence.

normally, he’d pre roll your blunts but he had to see you in action for himself. Sitting in his passenger seat; windows tinted, doors locked and the subtle thud on music playing through the speakers of his Infiniti G35, Armin so casually reclined his seat as you placed the ground up seedlings into the papers..flicking that long tongue across the line to seal it up. The way he glared up at you, subtly chewing on his lip with his eyes half shut.. “..what’s wrong?” “Oh, nothing..you just look pretty tonight, that’s all.”

a compliment that shouldn’t have meant anything coming from his mouth but the way he so suavely uttered it, you couldn’t help but to feel something. You’d pass the blunt back and forth, getting high in his front seat until you began to feel a buzz..one that worked its way to your private areas! “Y’know (y/n)..you can lick a blunt real good. Thought I should tell you that..” Randomly declaring in his intoxicated state as he leaned over and brushed your cheek. At first, only making you laugh. “Nah, I think your ass is just nasty.” And he wouldn’t attest, not one bit. Instead, he’d offer to prove just how right you were!

his hand slowly creeping up your shirt and working to unfasten your pants. Those little lips brushing against your own in a weed induced haze and eventually blossoming into full blown deep kisses. Those once dormant fingers found home inside of your panties as your work clothes began to disappear from your bodies. His shirt off and tossed on the back floorboard as he crawled closer to you. Those lanky digits working their way around those wet folds and plump lips. Hearing you moan against his mouth in reaction to having your clit massaged. Watching your reaction as he buried it to the knuckle. Eventually, he’d work it inside; watching you nearly claw the leather off of his door handle as he spread your legs wider and fucked you with those fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, I can barely fit another one in..” but he had plans to stretch that little pussy out before he left. Soon, you’d find his head resting between your thighs and the sounds of slurping arose from that seat. “Oh, fuck..Arminnnn. That shit feels so good..” whimpering with that blunt in one hand and his golden locks in the other. So greedily and proudly devouring your cunt as he had never done any other woman before. For further lube, he’d glance up into your eyes; his cheeks sandwiched between your palms and ask a favor:

“Spit in my mouth, right now.” Further proving what you said earlier to be very true. Even so, you did as he asked; leaning forward to let saliva drip between his teeth and he ate to his heart's content. “Nasty ass..I love it.” Soon, you’d find yourself making a massive mess of his chin and center console. By the time he was finished, you left him with a mouthful of sweet nectar..the best he had ever tasted. And him being your best eater by far!

“I’ve never had anybody make me squirt off of head, you something else.” Laughing as you tried to fein embarrassment. But he wanted to see that pretty smile and you taste the remnants of yourself. Running his finger underneath your chin and feeding you sloppy pecks. “That’s nothing, baby. I can keep you coming all night.” Besides, you were his first experience with one so he couldn’t wait to feel that first hand..watching you flow all over him. But first, you wanted to return the favor and let him get a taste of what you had to offer. It wasn’t long before you found yourselves on the backseat; ass up in the air and his khaki sweats shuffled around his ankles. Seconds later, you were swallowing him whole. Sucking on his tip and looking into his eyes as you did so. You’d slather him up in spit, jerk him off until he couldn’t take another moment of teasing and start fucking your face. Forcing your head down on his cock until you cover him in all that saliva. And just because he was so good to you earlier, you don’t let up until he’s filling your throat full of nut and shaking violently from his orgasm. “Goddamn, (y/n)..!” Kissing you immediately after you make him come.

from there, you found yourselves fucking wildly; letting him give you rough backshots as you fogged up the windows in a weed induced haze. Only taking him halfway with a thumb in your ass until you opened up for him to fit more; Intoxicated on it and each other. “This dick feel so fucking good..” “..yeah? So who does it belong to now? Tell me.” And the answer was blatantly obvious. Letting him pound you like crazy until he was satisfied with what you said. Even choking you until he elicited the correct response.. “You daddy..it’s yours.” Losing count of the amount of times you make one another climax until you’re both too exhausted to move. You wetting him up and him emptying himself inside of you, begging with the promise of getting you a Plan B if you allowed it.. “I don’t want to pull out, baby..let me nut in it, please..” and the way he talked you through your orgasms, you were more than glad to do so!

by the time it came to an end, it was nearly four am and you were both so exhausted that you allowed him to spend the night at your place. Needless to say, there wasn’t much sleep once he got you behind closed doors…beating you sore in the shower and then fucking you slowly from the side until he fell asleep with his cock nestled between your folds.

from that day forward, your part time job became all that more exciting. And your partner in crime turned friend with benefits made the night shifts much more tolerable.

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[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Jason, glitchy

@violet-catsarelife Inspired by that liminal gamestop post.

The door was silent as it swung open. The little bell at the top of it didn’t even ring. In fact, the whole corner store was oddly quiet. Quiet in a way that made Jason glad to have the reassuring weight of a gun at his side. He really hoped it was nothing. He had just gotten off a long patrol with Tim— the two of them working a case together— and he really just wanted to get some supplies, go back to his shitty safe house, and sleep for at least ten hours.

But it was too quiet.

Disguising it as if looking for the things he wanted to grab, Jason scanned the shop to try and get a feel for what was going on.

The black haired cashier, looking as tired as Jason was if the bags under their eyes was anything to go by, was tucked behind the counter and the flimsy excuse for a blast shield. They were scanning items from an obscenely large pile scattered across the counter. It seemed that the two teens, likely high off their asses, had just grabbed anything that looked interesting for their munchy state and tossed it on the counter.

The cashier grabbed and item, scanned it, dropped it in the bag. Grabbed an item, scanned it, dropped it in the bag. The one teen stood in front of the counter, watching this happen. The other paced back and forth behind them, eyes on the ground and sipping at a frozen slushy drink as they walked. Five steps to the left, pivot unsteadily on their heels, five steps to the right, pivot, and repeat. A little weird, but not concerning for 4 am at a convince store. But still something wasn’t right about it…

Jason tilted his head and tried to make his sluggish brain continue to work despite the bone weary fatigue he felt.

Noise.

It was too quiet.

There was no beep of the scanner. No crinkle of packaging. No rustle of plastic bags. It was like everything was silent.

Jason ran through a mental check list of his injuries, but there had been no concussive blasts or hits to the head that night. He was, in fact, relatively unharmed. He reached up to scratch at his stubble. It made a faint rasping sound.

The cashier kept silently scanning.

The pile didn’t seem to be getting any smaller.

The red neon lights of the open sign were eye searing.

The cashier kept scanning.

It was too quiet.

Jason glanced around the store. There were three other patrons. A tired mother holding a sleeping child that clung to her knit sweater with a chubby hand. She was in front of the small medicine area, box of children’s fever reducer in hand. She blinked listlessly at it.

The other one was over by the beer section, of course. The door to the cooler was open but the grizzled old man was just standing there.

It was cold in there, wasn’t it?

It was too quiet.

Jason’s skin started to crawl. He should leave. He should just turn around and leave.

The neon sign read open. It was so bright.

The store was so cold.

There was no noise.

The door opened.

The bell rang.

Whoever it was groaned loudly. “Goddamn it, not again. I can’t leave you alone for ten minutes, can I?”

It was like the whole room suddenly breathed at once and then let out the breath of air in a soft hiss of noise. The child fussed in their sleep and the mother shushed them. Beer bottles rattled. The teen sucked loudly at the slushy.

The cashier blinked up with bright aqua eyes as they reflectively scanned another item. The chips crinkled, the scanner beeped, the bag rustled. “Sorry dude, just, big tests this week and I’m so tired.”

“Yeah, but can you like, not dude, seriously? It’s still fucking freaky.”

They just shrugged and their rolled their eyes and got back to scanning the shrinking pile of goods.

Jason forced himself to suck in a breath of his own. Right, he needed some supplies. He was going to get some things and go to sleep. Sleep sounded really good right then, at least ten hours.

The bell above the door rang cheerfully as he left a few minuets later with bags in hand.

Been doing some little prompt fills. Feel free to continue this if you want!

#dp x dc #dead on main #prompalomp #how promptous

[luvrhischier]

losing game // trevor zegras

part 2

pairing: trevor zegras × reader

word count: 3.1k (might have gone a little overboard)

a/n: based on the song arcade by duncan laurence. lyrics are in bold italics (jumped around a lot and changed some lyrics to fit the story). no use of y/n.

a/n two: this is my offering to hockey tumblr pls let me in (f1 offering coming soon maybe idk).

warnings: mentions of sex but no actual smut (bc i suck at writing it), alcohol, angst with no happy ending

You watched as he collected his clothes and put them back on. Turning to you when he reached your bedroom door.

“Bye, babe. See you later.” He winked and left.

Silence ringing inside my head.

You sat up, one hand clutching a blanket to cover your bare body, the other running through your now messy hair trying to tame it. It didn't help. After ten minutes of complete silence and staring off into space you finally dropped the blanket and stood up. You walked over and stared at yourself through your full length mirror, examining your body and all of its features in the lightly lit room. You began to wonder why he didn't feel the same. Of course he wasn't obligated to, but still it made you feel like there was something wrong with you.

A broken heart is all that's left. I lost a couple of pieces.

You both had agreed to this. Friends with benefits in private, best friends in public. Nothing more, nothing less. However, now you felt a small piece of your heart get chipped away every time you hooked up.

Jamie had warned you both that this wasn't a good idea and that it would probably end in disaster, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you, but neither you listened. Both swearing that the two of you would never be anything more than friends, who occasionally hooked up. Now you wished you had listened.

The way Trevor now made you feel was unlike anything you had ever felt. Before he grew to understand your body, even better than you did, and what made it fall apart in those moments of tangled limbs, lips moving in sync, heavy breathing, and extreme pleasure, the two of you were just each other’s best friend. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. You never wanted anything more until a few months in and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help it though Trevor's fun and loving nature carried over into those moments of close intimacy. It made your stomach to erupt with butterflies.

You finally silenced your thoughts and rummaged through your dresser for new clothes. You then picked up the clothes you formerly wore, the pieces scattered across your bedroom floor, tossing them into your laundry basket. You sighed deeply and returned to lay in your bed. You quickly stood up again as small tears began to build in your eyes. You didn't want to lay in the bed you just sex on. In fact, you didn't even want to be in your room. His scent was everywhere. His cologne was all over your bed and the smell began to spread around you like wildfire. You knew it wasn't going away anytime soon, it never did.

You collected yourself and headed to your bedroom door when you saw a crumpled up shirt hiding in a corner of your room. You picked it up and instantly realized it was Trevor's. It was the shirt he was wearing underneath his hoodie and he must have forgotten about it. You tried to stop yourself from taking off your old tattered tee and putting his shirt on instead but you failed. You stood there in shameful silence before finally heading to your living room.

You noticed a glass slightly filled with water sat next to the sink, Trevor must have stopped to get himself a drink before he left. You just wanted to take a nap so you left it there as you went to lay on your couch.

You opened Netflix, just playing a random show you knew you weren't really going to watch, you just wanted to end the silence that flowed through your apartment and sleep.

────

You opened your eyes slowly, trying not to be blinded the bright light coming from the t.v. You didn't want to sit up, you just wanted to lay there until you sank into the cushions. You finally checked the time, 8:56 pm, you had slept there for over six hours. You felt your heart stop when your phone began to ring and the screen showed Trevor's name and a picture of the two of you from years ago. You didn't want to pick up but your fingers didn't listen to your heart or your brain.

“Hey babe.” God you hated that nickname so much, it made your heart both shatter and melt.

“Hey Trev,” you groggily mumbled as you stood up heading back to your room. You looked over at your bed and flashbacks from earlier played in your head. Trevor laying on top of you, his lips on your neck, and his hands roaming your body. You shook your head trying to wipe away the memory.

“So, Jamie and I spontaneously decided to throw an end of season party since everyone's here and I wanted to call to see if you'd come,” he sounded happy, excited, and a little hopeful.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you tried to sound as happy as him but you failed and you knew Trevor noticed, he always did. You used to love that he knew you so well, but now it just hurt because he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, notice your true feelings for him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing I'm totally fine. I just woke up from a nap and I um...” You paused, trying to think of an excuse. “I just need to take a shower and get ready. Bye, see you soon,” you heard him start to say something else but it was too late, you had ended the call. As soon as you hung up Trevor called again. You let out a frustrated groan before hitting decline. You quickly put your phone on do not disturb before he could try to call again and tossed it on your bed, you then went to your closet. You just stood there and looked at your clothes, too lazy to actually look for an outfit. You sighed and decided to take a shower before picking out an outfit.

You stepped in the shower and just stood there for awhile, letting the water run down your body hoping that it would wash away any remaining trace of him.

The hot water felt nice against your cold body but it only reminded you of the warmth you felt when you were with Trevor and you hated it.

Once you were finished you returned to your closet to finally pick an outfit. You didn't feel like getting too dressed up so you opted for something simple, a pair of leggings and a random top. Your breath hitched when you saw what top you had randomly grabbed. It was one of Trevor's team USA jerseys. You didn't even know you had this, he had been looking for it for ages.

Once again you tried to stop yourself from putting it on but you once again failed. You stood there in another shameful silence. You looked at your phone to check the time, 10:05 pm. You sighed before grabbing a random pair of shoes and your keys.

The drive to Trevor and Jamie's house was a quiet one, no music, just the sound of your car tires on the road, passing cars, and your quiet breathing. When you got closer to his house you could see a long line of cars parked along the street and what seemed like never ending groups of people walking through the door. A tiny voice inside your head begged you to turn around immediately and drive back home but it was too late. You had driven all the way here.

You were hit with the smell of booze as soon as you got out of the car. A small part of you wanted to throw up but the rest of you wanted to drink until you blacked out and forgot about him.

The music was loud and people were everywhere making it hard to walk through the crowd full of drunk kids with sweaty bodies. However, the kitchen was less crowded. Vodka was the first thing you saw so that's what you filled your cup with.

You heard a loud and dramatic gasp followed by a familiar laugh and turned to see Jack rushing towards you with open arms.

“I missed you so much!” He beamed and hugged you tightly. You could tell he was a bit drunk by how his words were starting to slur together.

“I missed you more, Jack,” you laughed. “Jack, sweetie you’re suffocating me,” you jokingly muttered out.

“Oops, my bad,” he laughed as he pulled away. He noticed the cup in your hand and grabbed it before taking a quick sip. Before you could jokingly get on to him Luke walked in. You knew he must have been his turn to be on ‘watch drunk Jack duty' by the look on his face.

“There you are! I swear I'm going to a harness and leash so you can’t wander off and I don't have to run around while having a heart attack trying to find you,” he said, slightly out of breath from running around the house and through the sea of people, trying to find Jack. Jack just smiled and shrugged his shoulders causing Luke to roll his eyes. He looked over at you and smiled. “What's up, I missed you!” He exclaimed towards you before pulling you into a quick hug.

“I missed you too,” you smiled back. Before he could reply you both turned to where Jack was once standing only to find that he had wondered off again. Luke rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I have to go find him again before he does something stupid,” he said begrudgingly. “I'll come back once I find him. I wanna hear about how annoying Zegras has been this season,” he joked while he ran off to find Jack once more.

The mention of his name made your heart feel like it was being ripped out of your chest and squeezed right in front of you. Wanting to distract yourself you looked around and skimmed over the crowd. You didn't want to admit that you were looking for him, but you were. You were about to take a drink of the vodka in your hands when you finally found him. You cursed every single higher being for the sight in front of you. There he was in the corner talking, dancing, and obviously flirting with some blonde girl. Their hands were all over the other’s body and they were close, too close, it made your body go numb. You felt completely defeated.

We were always a losing game.

Now your heart felt like it completely stopped working. You watched as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear with a giggle. The smirk that broke out on his face could've been seen from a mile away. Your cup slipped out of your hand and you felt it splash everywhere. You looked down and let out a shaky sigh. Quickly you grabbed the roll of paper towels and fell to your knees to clean up the mess, but it became harder and harder as your eyes started to blur with tears. You heard mumbling through the ringing in your ears but you didn't look up. You just sat there on the floor furiously cleaning up the spilled alcohol.

You finally looked up when the person shouted your name and placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. There stood Nico and Quinn. When they saw the tears running down your face both of their eyes filled with worry.

“What's wrong?” Nico questioned as he crouched down next to you.

“I spilled my fucking drink and I have to clean it up.”You continued scrubbing the floor.

“You've cleaned it all up,” he said softly. “You can stop now.” He gently grabbed your hand to stop you.

You looked at the floor and saw that he was right. The alcohol was gone but now it was being replaced with your tears spattering on the floor. You fully sat down on the floor and Nico followed.

“Okay, everyone out of the kitchen now!” Quinn shouted to the few people still standing around you, whispering to each other as they obviously gossiped about your breakdown. You watched as everyone listened and quickly walked away.

Quinn joined the two of you on the ground.

“Why are you crying?” Quinn asked as he scooted over to sit right next to you. You didn't want to say it was because of Trevor. You knew that no matter how much the two of them playfully argued and fought Trevor was like a third younger brother and, though he'd jokingly never admit it, he loved him. He didn't deserve to be burdened with your problems. But deep down he knew and you knew that he knew because of the look on his face.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you let out, in your opinion, a pathetically loud sob as you buried your head into his chest. Quinn didn't even care about the tears and makeup that were most definitely staining his shirt, he just cared about being there for you.

“He's over there with some girl.” you stuttered as you began to hyperventilate. “And I know I shouldn't be acting like this because we're supposed to be just friends but it hurts so fucking bad. God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself!” You lifted your head

“I need you to take some deep breaths. You need to breathe.” Nico softly said. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath of his own so you could follow along.

“Alright, who told me everyone to leave the kitchen?” Jamie interrupted as he entered the kitchen. You looked over and saw that Jack and Luke had walked in too. ‘Fuck!’ You cursed in your head. It was hard enough crying in front of Quinn and Nico, now all of your closest friends were standing there watching you sob on the floor. You watched as they all quickly sobered up.

One by one they all sat on the floor with you. All of them extremely worried. You wanted to somewhat keep your composure so you didn’t freak them out, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore you just let it all out. You knew your makeup was probably a mess and your jersey, his jersey, was covered in tears and running mascara.

“He's over there, with some girl, and they're all over each other and I'm over here crying. God I'm such an idiot!” You hiccuped. You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of his jersey. All of them instantly knew who you were talking about. “You were right Jamie. I should have listened to you. It’s okay you can say ‘I told you so’…" 

“I would never do that,” he said gently.

You watched as Quinn stood up, Jack and Luke quickly followed.

“Be right back.” Quinn mumbled, trying to hide the anger in his voice. You saw the three of them clench their jaws and ball their fists. Before you could protest they were gone. Now it was just you, Jamie, and Nico. They both scooted in closer and engulfed you in a hug.

“I guess giving us up didn't take a lot to him, huh?” You forced a chuckle trying to lighten the mood and joke but neither of them laughed or even looked slightly amused. You sighed. “Deep down I saw the end before it even began, but I still carried on.” You lowered your head.

You heard someone softly say your name and you instantly knew who it was. Trevor. He had that the slight roughness in his voice, the roughness he got after a one too many drinks and you hated that it was still sending shivers down your spine.

“Please look at me.”

You don't know how or where you got the courage, maybe it was because your friends were there to support you and protect you, but not only did you look up, you stood up and marched straight up to him. 

“Babe-”

“Don't call me that! I think you have made it clear that I am not really your ‘babe' so stop torturing me by saying that!” You angrily interrupted. You knew that now everyone was staring at the two of you and the scene you were making.

“What's wrong? Talk to me. Why are you crying?” His eyes were soft and you wanted to let this whole thing go and forgive him but you knew you couldn't, your heart couldn't take this anymore. He took a step towards you as his hand came up and tried to caress you face but you pushed his hand away.

“You! You're what's wrong with me! You’re why I’m crying!” You spat. “I stupidly fell in love with you and loving you is a losing game and I got addicted to it. But now l'm done with your games, I have to be because now I need to go and put myself back together. So game over. I'm getting off of this emotional rollercoaster. I am completely drained because I've spent all of the love I had on you!” Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall and you didn't care you needed to say this before you lost the courage and let him back in. “I know I was nothing more than a quick fuck to you but to me you were everything and more. So this,” you gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is between us is over and so is our friendship. Because if I stay I'II let you back in and I will shatter into a million pieces and I will never be able to put myself back together again.” You walked past him and quickly headed towards the door.

You didn't want to stop but you remembered what you were wearing. You looked down and saw his now tear stained jersey. You turned around and Trevor was right behind you causing you to run face first into his chest, you quickly pushed him away and saw his eyes filled with hurt, panic, and tears.

“Can we please go up to my room and talk about this?” He pleaded. “I can't lose you...”

You softened for a second before regaining your composure. You didn't answer him, you just pulled his jersey over your head and threw it at him, not caring that you were now shirtless in front of all of these random people.

"Goodbye, Trevor.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras angst #trevor zegras blurb #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #jack hughes #jamie drysdale #nico hischier #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #jamie drysdale x reader #nico hischier x reader #luke hughes x reader #trevor zegras smut

[junosmindpalace]

“on the count of three. one…” 

“it’s not fair. i got a lot of chips.” 

“two…three!”

at once, four bags with spooky illustrations were turned upside down, and at once, the sound of wrappers crinkling and solids crashing onto the joint up desks in the centre of the classroom created a mass of unpleasant sound.  

“satoru, get away! your pile will mix with mine!”

the bags were shaken extra thoroughly to make sure nothing was caught or remained inside, and were then discarded on the floor with loud swooshes as they cut through the air. 

“oh, come on.” shoko stared in exasperation at the boys' heaps of various candies, chocolates and bags of chips. “why do you two always get the biggest piles?”

“they can’t resist my charm.” gojo puffed out his chest, while suguru only gave him a deadpan look. 

“ready to count?”

the group nodded and the overlapping crinkling noises resumed as hands dived in to sort through the seas of treats of all different sizes and colors. 

halloween, out of all holidays, was one your second year group was always particularly enthusiastic about. it had become a sort of tradition to dress up and go out trick or treating in the neighbourhoods near the school, only to meet back later in the evening to tally up each individual’s candy amount and see who ended up with the largest haul. 

the rules were simple: whoever had the largest combination of candies and chocolates won. chips did not count.

satoru and suguru were usually neck and neck in this competition to you and shoko’s immense frustration. suguru had won the first year, satoru the last. the slimey bastards knew the best neighbourhoods to visit and which suckers would be the easiest to charm into receiving a larger haul. 

you, especially, were determined to claim a victory of your own, taking into account all the best neighbourhoods yourself. you were quite satisfied with your haul this year, and felt that it might be able to rival your friends’ usual heaps.

“a hundred and seventeen!” satoru was the first to declare, slumping back in his seat with a proud smirk and his arms crossed over his chest. “try beating that.”

“ninety six.” shoko groaned as she threw down the last piece of chocolate into her counted pile, reclining back in defeat. 

“one hundred and seven.” suguru finished with a similar defeated tone, leaning a hand on his cheek. 

“a hundred and twenty!” you cheered when you finished your count, jumping in joy over your victory. you were right. this year's haul was fruitful. satoru straightened in his seat in disbelief with a loud “what?!” as he hovered over his seat to examine your pile. 

“whoa, off by only a few? some bad luck.” shoko chuckled as she reached across the desks toward your pile. “it’s about time someone else got the lead over you two. let me have a chocolate bar.”

satoru huffed, collapsing back into his chair and pressing his cheek up against the table as he watched you start to dig into your pile of goods. 

“you two needed to be humbled.” you stated matter of factly as you tossed a piece of chocolate into your mouth. your makeup was starting to wear off, accessories of your costume removed and set down somewhere in the classroom after a tiring night out. 

“don’t get so proud, now. you won by one.” satoru grumbled through the plastic fangs in his mouth. his cape draped lazily over his figure as he slumped, shielding him in a sort of mourning figure. 

“still won.” you rebuttled simply and proudly, shooting him a sickly sweet smile as you turned your nose up at him. satoru’s lower lip jutted out in frustration. suguru watched the exchange with raised brows and a roll of his eyes. 

“you had a hundred and twenty five.” suguru said suddenly on his walk home from the school with satoru, their hauls secured back into their bags at their sides. satoru had taken out his fangs and was sucking on a lollipop when he turned his head in confusion.

“huh?”

“you had a hundred and twenty five candies by the end of the night. i heard you counting on our way back. why’d you say otherwise?”

satoru blinked owlishly before taking the lollipop out of his mouth. he stared up at the dim yellow street light as if in thought.

“well, y/n was really eager to win. embarrassingly eager, even.” satoru rolled his eyes. “seemed certain of their victory.”

“so?” 

satoru was quiet for a moment, still staring up at the sky. “i didn’t want to ruin that.”

if there were ever times suguru was caught off guard by something satoru said, this moment took the crown. he stared in surprise at satoru’s reflective expression, his pale cheeks tinted pink from the cool crisp air.

this expression however, got satoru defensive, and he stubbornly turned back toward him with a defiant look on his face. “what about it?”

suguru eventually blinked and straightened. “nothing. that was nice of you.”

“now i’m regretting it though.” satoru tried to diverge, sticking the lollipop back into his mouth. “with all that bragging.”

“that’s how you sound, you know.” 

if suguru wasn’t busy keeping going over a game plan for securing a large haul, perhaps he would have been able to catch on to the tender look on satoru's face as he basked in your enthusiasm over the decorations and the costumes and the atmosphere. if suguru wasn't keeping track of his own pile, maybe he would’ve been able to spot satoru gently placing a handful of his own chocolates into your bag while you, at one point, left it unattended. and maybe if he wasn’t so amused by satoru’s "distress" over being outdone, he would’ve been able to catch on to the small smile that danced on his lips as he watched you celebrate your victory and enjoy your favorite chocolates. 

maybe if suguru wasn’t so tired he’d would've been more attentive, use the clues to make a connection that would make excellent blackmail. but the night stretched out longer than usual and he was already thinking of all the missions he’d be out on due to the onslaught of curses produced tonight. 

this was to satoru’s immense relief. and as he parted ways with suguru, he reflected back on their conversation and hoped that you had been too enamored with your victory to notice anything either.

#some third year second years #pretend for the sake of this oneshot that trick or treating is a thing in japan #happy halloween! hope everyone had a fabulous spooky night #jjk x reader #jjk oneshit #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jujutsu kaisen fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluf #satoru gojo oneshot #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru oneshot #gojo satoru fluff

[astravv]

【✰】 ➤ ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ — ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✰ — 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▸ i’m a stoner so and i want to make a fanfic for all my genshin stoners out there so if want more characters with this headcanon just request me cuz id be happy to do it :))

✰ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ▸ smoking weed, some cursing, overall some silliness, dottore has never smoked weed before

✰ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ▸ dottore x fem! reader

✰ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ dottore knows you like your weed, but he’s never been bothered to try it with you. until one day, you ask if he’d want to, since he’s been so stressed lately.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ 〙dottore has never smoked before, but he knows you do, but he doesn’t really care. he watches you while you smoke a joint or hit a bong, but he doesn’t participate. he thinks it’s a waste of time.

♡ 〙dottore had been super stressed out recently since all of the experiments he was working on kept failing. he would come to his room and constantly moan and groan about how he feels like he can’t do nothing right with it. which is extremely weird for him, since he’s usually not venting to you about all his troubles.

♡ 〙you pull out your bong from your shared closet and a bag of weed. you fill it up with some of it, giving dottore a small glance.

♡ 〙”smoke with me, maybe it’ll make you feel better.” you tell him. he’s hesitant, but he honestly doesn’t want to be up all night thinking about how he failed all the experiments he was working on, and he will have to start from square one.

♡ 〙”fine.” he groans, pushing himself to sit beside you on your guys shared bed and watching your every move. “is this even safe?”

♡ 〙”what do you care about safety?” you laugh. he gives you an eye roll in response.

♡ 〙”i have to show you how to do it,” you say, turning over so you’re facing the harbinger. he nods and looks you in the eye.

♡ 〙”i’m going to light it, then suck on it so i can pull the smoke up. after that, pull this dish out and suck all of the smoke you just pulled up out.” you explain. he looks a little lost, so you just laugh and shake your head, then proceed to show him a visual example.

♡ 〙once you show him the visual example, you hand it over to him. his breath hitches and gives you a glance then lights the weed and takes a big hit.

♡ 〙”dottore!” you yell out. he proceeds to throw his head to the side and start coughing his brains out. “not that much..”

♡ 〙”oh my god,” tears well up in his eyes from coughing it up so much.

♡ 〙”suck the rest of the smoke in.” you tell him, pointing at the smoke slowly rising out of the bong. he presses his lips back to it and sucks the rest of it out, handing the glassware back to you.

♡ 〙”you okay?” you laugh, giving him some hard pats on his back as he coughs loudly. he nods and gives you a thumbs up, still coughing harshly.

♡ 〙you both take turns taking more hits of it, until you look at dottore and he’s staring at the wall, like he’s in a trance.

♡ 〙you throw the rest of the burnt weed away, putting your bong up on the side table and sit in front of your boyfriend, who’s still completely messed up.

♡ 〙”are you okay?” you ask, staring at dottore who’s currently in another world right now. he gives you a nod that seems like he didn’t even hear what you just said.

♡ 〙you guys talk about random things, then he starts to get the giggles, really, really bad. he says his face is stuck in a permanent grin, and honestly it was hilarious to see.

♡ 〙then later, he tells you that he’s really hungry. so you and him walk out of your room and go downstairs to the harbingers shared kitchen and dig through the cabinets for anything you two can stuff your faces with.

♡ 〙pantalone walks in the kitchen, seeing you both absolutely shredding into a bag of chips, laughing and carrying on about some random shit that pantalone does not want to be apart of.

♡ 〙he shakes his head at you both and grabs a small snack out of the pantry and walks by you guys giving you both a judgy look. you look up and realize that he was looking at you both and you clear your throat.

♡ 〙pantalone mouths the words “is he high?” and points towards dottore who’s staring deeply into the bag of chips. you nod and laugh, which pantalone shakes his head and gives you a wave goodbye.

♡ 〙you’re hoping pantalone doesn’t go around and tell everyone that you got your mad scientist boyfriend high as fuck.

♡ 〙you pull dottore back into his room, and he flops onto his bed. you pull him up into bed and under the covers so he can go to bed, since he looked like he was gonna pass out any second. he looks at you and says something completely inaudible and falls asleep.

♡ 〙let’s just say this whole night was filled with lots of munching, the giggles, and some shushing from dottore as falls into your arms every five seconds. in the morning he tells you that he wants to do it again sometime. you nod and kiss his forehead. probably one of your favorite moments with him.

#dottore fluff #dottore headcanons #dottore x reader #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #dottore

[sokonoi]

can u do tr characters when y/n is ovulating and after sex she realizes she yk acted out than usual and is embarrassed ( can u include kazutora, draken, baji etc )

𝐎𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | MULTI

ft. kazutora, draken, baji, kakucho, rindou.

contents. reader is ovulating!! size kink. fem reader is dominant. unprotected sex. plan-b trips. blowjob. brief arguing. car sex. daddy kink. chocking. praise. embarrassment. degradation/praise. slight d/s undertones. bathroom sex. usage of the word slut & bitch. breeding kink?? enjoy ovulating queens!! no beta reader. masturbation. WHITE MODE SUGGESTED, but do what you want pussy queen

noties : had loads of fun. i hope you like anon<33

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

You can’t look him in the eye, as vivid flashbacks plague your mind.

Kazutora’s hips were about to give out as you both reached your limits. Your tongue lolled out in ecstasy. “Who’s my fuckin slut?” you say in his ear. His whole body locked and relaxed as he kept thrusting into you. You grasp his chin and point it down to you, “Who’s my fuckin slut? 

His cheeks turn red, “m-me?” he responds unsure. “Of course, you are,” you giggle. You are entirely hysterical, the dopamine clouding your mind.

 And as you sit at his mother’s table, your legs are like jelly as you rerun the fuck in your mind: in his car, down the street. You try to blink it away, but can’t as white-hot embarrassment floods you. It wasn’t like you.

Later on Kazutora slips beside you. Giving you a look, “Are you ovulating?” 

The question takes you by surprise as he stuffs his face full of chips. “Why?” 

A playful smirk plays on his lips, “Nothin.”

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 

“I just think it’s funny! How you love smilin’ in other bitches faces!” 

Draken throws you a lazy smirk, “Really y/n.” 

“You think this is a game?” 

Draken laughs, but his laugh is cut short as you grab his balls. “This fuckin cock is mine. Everything that is Draken is mine!” 

He gives you the longest stare, “Prove it.” 

That’s how you ended up, in the bathroom—with his cock in your mouth. You’ve never sucked this hard. Your tongue swirled around his cock head, as you tried to suck his big dick in. your other hand preoccupied with fondling his balls.

Draken bites down on his lip so hard it bleeds. You can feel him getting ready to come. You pull your hot mouth away from his cock. Looking him dead in his eyes, “Do those other bitches suck you like this.” 

No answer. You drag your teeth over his tip.

“No. No, they don’t. Only you,” he mumbles hands covering his eyes. “Good.” you hum. Continuing your ministrations. 

The walk to the car was torturously quiet. There was nothing left to be said since you practically sucked the cum out of him. Yet you were shying away from him, as he placed his hand around your shoulder. Draken picks up on it, “Don’t be embarrassed now!”

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

“Yes!” you cry as your feet curl. 

“You love this dick?” Baji breathes huskily in your ear. 

“Yes,” you whine as he pounds inside you 

Baji’s thrusts are erratic as he pumps into you. You’ve come at least 3 times already as he further pushes his hard cock inside you. Your legs begin to shake under the pressure. “Baji,” you cry 

“Yea, sweet girl. I’m right here,” he says gently caressing your cheek. 

Baji was expecting you to say: “You couldn’t take it”. And to which he would say yes you can. Yet the scenario didn’t play out like that. “Cum in me,” you whisper seductively. He almost blows his load right then and there. “Want you to put a baby in me!” you mumble as your eyes roll to the back of your skull. 

Baji’s brain completely shuts off at those words as his fingers gently wrap around your neck. “You want my cum sweet girl?” his thrusts become near pain. You nod to him deliriously. 

He erupts inside you almost out of breath. You both don’t understand the magnitude of your decision until you both sit in the car with a Plan B staring back at you. “You wanna explain last night?” Baji questions turning his complete body to you. 

Nope,” you say popping the O. He cocks his head to the side confused. 

“You were stupid enough to actually cum in me. So don’t flip this on me.” 

Baji’s mouth hangs agape, ”You told me too!!’ 

“Doesn’t mean I was serious!” 

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

You’re riding him so good, your mouth hangs open. “Kaku. Kaku. Kaku,” you chant over and over as your ass meets his pelvic bone.

 “Yea, keep riding me just like that. Making me so proud,” he praises which makes you further slip into such deep trance. 

His hands find the bottom of your ass. Lifting you up with ease, supporting you. He brings you back and forth on his cock. The tip of him hits such a sensitive spot it makes you dizzy. 

For support, you place a hand on his chest. 

“Yes Daddy,” you yell in a fit of pleasure. Kaku blinks back the surprise before assuming his role. You’ve designated for him. “Daddy huh?”

“Gonna make Daddy proud and cum one more time. I know you can,”  he whispers in your ear. 

“Yes,” you mumble out. 

“Yes, what? Daddy can’t hear you.”

As you lay facing away from Kakucho nothing, but downright shame washes through you. What had gotten into you? Mother Mary you were gonna need all the priests in the world to baptize this sin away. 

Kakucho slips in behind you his arms beaconing you to a safe place in his chest. You bury your face there hoping he can’t see you.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Kakucho says simply as he kisses the top of your head. “I suspected you were into it anyway.”

 Your lift up your mouth hanging open with pure shock. 

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

He’s busy in another meeting—a pout form on your lips as your panties dampen. 

You’ve been waiting for him all day yet nothing. You even walked past with skimpy clothing and all. He still didn’t pull the phone away from his ear. You were hopeless, even a pillow wouldn’t suffice. 

You skitter inside his office with nothing on. Your tits bounced with every step. Rindou doesn’t move almost like he’s been frozen in time. 

The phone doesn’t leave his ear, however. You can fix that as you climb atop his desk a devilish smirk on your lips. You open your legs revealing the wetness that had formed over a long tortuous day. 

Your fingers pulled your pussy lips apart as you slipped in one finger easily then another. 

A small moan leaves you as you begin to fuck yourself on his desk. Rindou’s eyes don’t leave from between your legs. He removes the phone from his ear discontinuing the line. 

“Oh. It’s like that.” 

Rindou wasn’t any stranger to how your ovulation affected him and you. Of anything it made him ecstatic. It made him feral with the need to breed your pretty little womb.

sokonoi—like & reblog lovelies

#sokonoi/archive #kazutora smut #kazutora fluff #kazutora x y/n #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #baji x y/n #baji x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev headcanons #haitani rindou imagines #rindou scenarios #rindou x reader #kakucho x y/n #kakucho x you #rindou haitani x reader #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev smut #kakucho x reader #kazutora headcanons #kazutora x reader #draken x y/n

[jealousjersey]

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stoner!mike schmidt x reader blurb

mentions: smoking weed (obv), fingering, pet names, friends to lovers, stoner mike, reader takes a caregiving roll while mike smokes, nipple sucking, groping, moaning, mikes bloodshot eyes, p in v unprotected (wrap it) creampie, cumming inside, cum eating, abby is not mentioned.

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mike takes a hit of his bong as you’re watching the star wars movies with him again “you know, jar jar binx was supposed to be a undercover sith lord” he says as he crumbles the bag of doritos, grabbing another chip. you weren’t really the type to smoke, especially not as much as mike did. but as always, he wants you to be there with him whenever he did. he just likes your company. you and mike were only friends, there was generally no tension because you honestly thought he was gay until he mentioned his last hookup to you.

mikes now on his 3rd bag of chips, hitting his bong over and over. you admit it’s funny when he coughs so hard he almost throws up. but you take care of him, like you always had. getting him water, tucking him into bed when he greened out and just comforted him. “you want a hit?” mike asks, eyes more bloodshot than you’ve ever seen. fuck it. “okay” you reply as he hands you his bong covered with stickers and a nasty residue on the inside.

you take a small puff, and god did it hit. you feel your body getting cold from the inside. almost like a release, like your shoulders relaxed for the first time since you were 11. “you feel it?” mike says, watching you try not to cough. “oh yeah, i feel it.” you say after a moment, trying to grasp what he was saying.

after a few moments mike starts getting touchy, which is fine with you. you were relaxed and you’d never admit it but you always thought he was hot. you wanted this but now that it’s happening you’re freaking out. you watch his fingers dance across your thigh. “mike?” you ask, a higher pitch in your voice. “god, i forgot what i sound like.” you think to yourself. mikes been your friend for years and this has only crossed your mind about 5 times during the span of your friendship.

“yeah baby?” he asks you. “did you just call me baby?” you replied. “what- no” he stutters. he’s so high he forgets himself. you laugh at him, trying to forget what he called you as he swiftly takes his fingers away.

10 minutes later his fingers travel up your thigh again. it feels nice having his touch on you but you do feel weird, you feel a familiar sensation in your stomach. “is this okay?” mike asks with a rasp in his throat “yeah” you reply. his fingers travel to your inner thigh and reaches the soaked crotch of your leggings. they were thin enough so he could gather the wetness on his finger and bring it up to his mouth. he sucks on the moisture of his fingers as he makes eye contact with you. “fuck” he mumbles, tasting you for the first time.

your hands begin to travel to his bulge in his pants, mike notices and moves the bong from in between his legs, giving you room to feel him. “god you’re hard mike” you joke. “god you’re wet” he jokes back. you take off your leggings and he takes his jeans off, leaving you both exposed in your underwear. he reached to take off your shirt to reveal your breasts. he stares for a moment before carefully taking the bud into his mouth as you softly moan at his action.

his teeth release the areola as his body moves down you and his mouth meets your pussy, in your relaxed state even a little bit of friction makes you crumble. he pushes two fingers into you and gasps at the flood surrounding his fingers. “jesus christ baby” he says, genuinely suprised at the wetness swallowing his fingers. he curls his fingers up, stoking your g spot perfectly with each movement. you groan softly into nothing as you clench around him.

you palm his bludge and move your hand back and forth on it and his eyes roll back in his head with the burning friction you’re causing him. “need you s’bad” he slurs, you look into his eyes and his eyes are bloodshot, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. “need you more” you say back to him as you’re taking off your panties completely and spreading your legs, your wetness asking for his entrance.

mike takes his underwear off, his tip soaking in precum and pushes himself deep inside you. “fuck- you’re so good” he says as he holds your hips and pushes you closer, so you can feel him surrounding your walls. he fills you up nicely. “fuck mike” you moan breathily as his thickness fills you. his thumb circles your clit stimulating you more.

mike thrusts in and out of you at a slow pace, edging you as you ask for more. “yeah? you want me to go fast princess?” he teases you as he completes your request, now his hips moving faster as his cock assaults your g spot, causing you to almost finish way faster than you thought. “mike i’m close” you stutter. you feel his dick twitch inside you as you start to feel overstimulated. “cum on my cock, i need to feel you leak down me” he says as you finish on him.

mike thrusts faster, finishing after you. he cums inside you before he pulls out, revealing you drip out a mixture of yours and mikes releases. his fingers make their way inside you, scooping out the cum and bringing it his mouth and sucking on his fingers. he brings his fingers to your face and grabs your cheek. “you’re so fucking pretty” he states. you’ve unlocked a new side of mike, a soft side of him. suddenly he was finally relaxed.

he plops down beside you, breathing heavily as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a hug. “we needa smoke more often” you say as you giggle.

#jersey writes #josh hutcherson #mike shmidt #five nights at freddy's #fanfic #mike schmidt x reader smut #smut #mike schimdt fanfic #mike schmidt headcanons #jealousjersey #josh futterman fluff #josh futterman smut #josh futturman #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt fluff #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #stoner #weed #girls who smoke weed #stoner mike schmidt

[heartfullofleeches]

Bloody kisses with my Maso Bully Yan - Erin and creep reader

[mentions of blood]

Fucking hell.

Erin tilts his head back as the nurse instructed, the door to the infirmary clicking shut as she leaves. He dabs a plastic bag full of ice to his various parts of his face, nursing a bruised nose, swollen eye, and bloody gums. He spits out the wad of cotton in his mouth to replace it with another, that too quickly swelling with blood. Despite his appearance, Erin had been victor in the fight that led to his condition. His opponent had been taken away in an ambulance. Some petty drama that got a little too out of hand ending with a broken arm and a chipped tooth on their end. Erin wishes to his deathbed that he got in one more swing.

The door pops open again minutes later. Erin had gotten up to pour the water in the icepack out and replace it with more cubes so he didn't see whoever came in. They walk up to him and stand behind him - totally silent.

Erin removes the gauze from his mouth, blood specks dripping onto his shirt. "I'm just grabbing some more ice I'm not going anywhere-" He almost has a heart attack as he turns around." Holy shit, Y/n- what the hell?

You tilt your head ever so slightly, staring at him with those eyes that he always found himself lost in when finding them watching from across the room. That's all you ever really did. Stare. Watch. It was creepy as hell.

And yet - his heart raced out his chest whenever your eyes met.

Erin closes in on you, trying to puff his chest and look tough through his current condition. "What do you want?" He spits.

A little too hard. Blood smacks against your face in a wide spray, your cheek and upper lip taking the brunt of the hit. You don't even flinch as it happens - sweeping your fingers over your stain skin unfazed.

The hardness of his eyes softens. "Shit, I'm sorry-"

You lick your fingers. Eyes burrowing holes into his soul, you stick your wet fingers into your mouth and pull them free with an equally as wet smack, running your tongue over what remains attached to your lips. You smile as you look down at them. It's the first he's ever seen from you. He can't force himself to hate the simulation it and your previous actions brings.

"What the fuck...."

Your eyes darts back to him. Grabbing a fist full of Erin's hair, you yank him to your level. His mouth falls open in a mute scream as he feels you tug out a few strains, the sound that leaves his throat akin to a strangled moan. With his mouth wide, you can see the source of what you desire. Nearly every tooth in the front row is stained red. Ramming your lips against his, your tongue darts immediately for the gash line across his gums. The fucker who gave it to him got him clean with his rings the final blow he got in before Erin swept him.

The rational part of his brain tells him to shout at you - shove you off him. The rest of his brain piloted by that accursed organ in his chest gave him. His hands find purchase on your shirt as your tongue changes course to his stained teeth, cleaning each of them individually. He feels you through the cloth, fondling and holding you like you're lovers. Quick to deny his feelings, but faster at falling in deep. Erin had never been more proud of his dedication to good dental hygiene than having his mouth violated by someone who's never seen said hello to him. His jaws nearly fall off their hinges as you suck the clotted blood left clung to his tongue, licking at walls of his mouth to get all that you could find.

Erin slowly sinks to the ground as your grip tighten. His vision blurs from the pain and the oxygen you deprived him from as you reach for his throat. Parting from him, strings of red spit bind you to the man fighting to regain the the breath you stole. You smear it into the swollen flesh of his lip as you go back to doing what you do best. Your gaze is different this time. Almost soft, or even understanding of what ran through his trouble mind. Holding his face, you mutter the question that's been plaguing you since the incident occurred.

"why did you do it?"

Erin swallows hard, sucking his lip through his teeth to taste what trace of you remained. "He... Called you a freak."

That eerie smile of yours creeps back. It sends chills down his spine, but he could never look away. Erin knows he won't rest well with the vice grip your next words enclose him in.

"Good boy."

You press your lips to his in soft embrace, nabbing the bloody balls of cotton off the counter as you straight up. Without another glance in his direction you leave the room. Erin gets off the floor and turns back to the sink, splashing water in his face. He looks at himself in the mirror, knowing he'll never be the same again once he steps out of this office. Shaking off the weight of your control over him until he got home, he finally addresses the elephant in the room in the form of a student run down with a fever.

"Tell anyone about this, you and your entire family are dead."

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #male yandere #yandere bully #Erin my oc

[hazbean-hotel-imagines]

Ozzie & Fizz Birthday Headcanons

~ Wrote this bc I’m drunk and it’s 5 in the morning and I’m still awake my birthday sucked yesterday so let’s get this ball rolling y’all.

~ First of all Ozzie would wake you up with breakfast in bed. Fizz and Ozzie take the day off of work for you obviously. Fizz lets you sleep in, helps Ozzie in the kitchen as best he can. Basically hands him ingredients, makes him coffee, and eventually Fizz gets a surprise ready for you later. Then the two make their way to you. The three of you have breakfast in bed, all three of you taking as long as possible because you’re all reluctant to get out of bed.

~ There’s a show you’ve wanted to watch. Fizz made a nest of pillows and blankets as a surprise for you all in the living room. The three of you watch your show while Ozzie filters in snacks and drinks. Charcuterie boards galore 😈😈

~ They let you open two presents from them after a couple episodes. It’s a couple books from an author you love, books you hadn’t even realized were even written. A themed thing, where they include candles and snacks to eat while reading, themed to match the books they bought.

~ Later after binging your show and a bunch of cuddles, they bring you out to dinner. They booked in advance, getting a back room so they’re able to shower you in affection without fear of the public or paparazzi.

~ The limo has snacks. Fizz and you playfully throw chips back and forth, it’s a messy little fight that Ozzie watches in amusement. You all exit the limo in a mess of crumbs, trying to stifle giggles.

~ When you get back, it’s present time. They’re showering you in thoughtful gifts. You open it with that show you love in the background, practically forgotten.

~ Ozzie gets thoughtful presents. Things that remind him of you, and loves getting things with a theme. Definitely the type to make a sunshine box. Fizz is more so practical, things you’ve mentioned or things that he just knows you’ll like. Any brand you like? He’s got a bunch of shit from them. Merch from shows, art supplies, etc.

~ You spend some of the night drinking, finishing up the last couple episodes. Ozzie whips up Malibu sunrises for you. You end up not drunk, but happily tipsy. You’re filled with love, and you don’t need to drink anymore because you have your two favourite people beside you. It’s an awfully domestic night for the three of you.

~ Surprisingly, it doesn’t end with sex. Birthday sex is planned for the morning after. The two spend the rest of the night cuddling and idly sipping on drinks with you, and you all fall asleep on the couch together in a mess of blankets all tangled together.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #helluva asmodeus #helluva fizzarolli #asmodeus x fizzarolli #hb fizzarolli #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #fizzarolli x reader #polycule #polyamory

[wongyuseokie]

Lollipop | w.j.h

Summary: You’re distracting your boyfriend while he’s working, and you do so by sucking a lollipop, but you’d much rather be sucking him. After a few moments of teasing, he snaps and decides to indulge you by tasting just how sweet you are. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥ completed Word Count:  1898 words

Pairings: Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Age: 18+ 

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut, fluff. 

Content Warnings: Bad puns, terrible, terrible puns. Mentions of food and dessert. Valid mint chocolate slander.

Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (folks don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it,) pussy eating, fingering, blowjob, candy play? Dom! Jun. Daddy! Jun. Very inappropriate usage of all things sweet. I guess dessert play? Jun likes mint chocolate chip, but only when it’s in a certain context. Lots of dessert-related puns. Use of the word kitten because, duh, it’s me. Hickies. Use of the pet name Princess. Praise kink. 

Authors Note: Written for the Candy Land Collab hosted by the lovely @sunnylovespickles, check out the masterlist here and support all the amazing writers here. 🍭 Authors Note 2: Thank you very much to @wooahaeproductions (even tho I still disagree with your love for mint chocolate chip) and, @onlyhuis, @sunnylovespickles, and @himbocoups for looking over this for me. 💕 Authors Note 3: thank you thank you a million times again @wooahaeproductions for helping me write out the ending for this fic ❤️ Authors Note 4: If this fic looks remotely familiar, lol. It's because I once wrote a Joon fic with this exact premise, but since it didn't go too far. I repurposed it for this. Cross-posted to AO3

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“I’m trying to work. Can you stop being so distracting?” Jun huffed out as you kept staring at him while sucking on a lollipop. 

“Oh, me sucking on something ball-shaped is distracting?” You joked, making Jun glare at you.

“Easy kitten, don’t test me,” Jun warned with a sly smile, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Fine, I’ll be in the living room. Join me once you’re done?” you suggested, and Jun nodded, waving you off. 

“I’m done, kitten,” Jun said later as he joined you on the couch.

“What?” you said innocently as you licked your ice cream. 

“You’re seriously becoming way too comfortable with pushing me,” Jun mumbled, glaring at you as you took another lick at the ice cream. 

“Want a taste?” You asked, and Jun grinned. 

“I guess,” Jun said, pulling you onto his lap and pressing his lips to yours, slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Jun growled into the kiss, and you smirked against his mouth. 

“Mint chocolate?” Jun asked, looking very offended, and you shrugged.

“This is why you ask what people are putting in their mouths before stuffing your tongue inside,” you said, continuing to lick the ice cream. 

“It didn’t taste that bad, not when I tasted it off your lips,” Jun said, shrugging. 

“Okay, I’m getting something else, though,” Jun said, getting off the couch and heading into the kitchen. 

“Shall I turn on a movie? You can cuddle me and get yourself something sweet?” you offered, and Jun smiled at you. 

“Bite,” Jun instructed halfway through the movie, holding a row of Cadbury in his mouth and turning to you. 

“Why?” You asked, and Jun glared at you. You laughed, crawling into his lap and taking a bite of the chocolate. However, Jun was quicker than you and suddenly kissed you as you bit into the chocolate. You moaned into the kiss as the chocolate started to melt as the kiss began to get heated. 

Jun’s grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel his length hardening against your core. 

“So sweet,” Jun said, his lips coated in chocolate as he pulled away from you and swallowed the remainder of the melted chocolate, 

“Fuck, that was hot,” Jun mumbled.  

“Tastes way better than better mint, though,” Jun said cockily, earning a scoff from you. 

“Wait, stay here,” you said, climbing off his lap slightly clumsily as you were still floating from the kiss and headed into the kitchen to grab a can of whipped cream. 

“What the hell are you doing with the can?” Jun asked as you emerged from the kitchen, grinning as you approached him and crawled onto his lap, 

“You said you have a week off, right?” you asked, and Jun nodded.

“Why, oh my god, that’s cold!” Jun yelped as you sprayed a generous amount of whipped cream onto his neck. 

“My shirt!” Jun cried out, and you rolled your eyes. You latched your lips onto his neck and sucked, licking and running your tongue over his neck, leaving marks. It wasn’t something you could do very often, so you took great liberty in marking your man. 

“Still complaining about the shirt?” You asked as you licked the whipped cream off his neck and swallowed every drop. You moved your mouth away from his neck to admire your work and smirked when you saw it was all different shades of purple coated with a slick sheen of your saliva and slight specks of white from the whipped cream. 

“You realise that you just gave me hickeys?” Jun said, his eyes going wild with lust.

 “And?” you teased, and Jun snapped. 

“On your knees, princess, don’t make me ask again,” Jun commanded, and you knew better than to challenge him. Mainly because the tone in his voice made you realise that not only was he in charge but that you were awaiting an especially sweet punishment. Jun pulled his shirt off and moved to remove the grey sweats already hanging dangerously low on his hips. 

“Fuck, your body is so nice,” you praised.

“Problem?” Jun asked as you traced his abs. 

“Nope!”

“Now, you, my darling, are the reason I will have to wear a turtleneck in the middle of summer. So, how will you make it up to me?” Jun mused as he laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you closer to his hardened length, the outline of his cock so painfully prominent through his boxers. 

“Let me taste you?” You asked, smiling and batting your eyelashes at Jun. 

“Good girl,” Jun said, and you smiled at him. 

“Wait, what?” Jun said, hissing when he felt a cool sensation on his hardened cock.

“You minx, you work way too quickly,” Jun remarked when he realised that he had barely time to notice when you had pulled his cock out of his boxers and sprayed whipped cream onto his length. 

“Oh fuck, good girl,” Jun groaned when you wrapped your lips around the thick head of his cock, moaning as you tasted the saltiness of his arousal and the sweetness of the whipped cream. You twirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, licking and lapping at the sweet concoction. 

“Fucking hell,” Jun groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

Jun moved to thread his hands in your hair, making you slightly choke on his length. 

“Good girl, can I fuck your throat?” Jun asked, and you tapped his thigh, letting him know it was okay to do so. Jun slowly started to move, allowing his cock to thrust in and out of your mouth. 

“Holy shit,” Jun cursed as you hollowed your cheeks, allowing yourself to take more of his length in your mouth. You moaned, tasting him and relishing it. 

“Fuck, baby, I need to cum inside you. Get up,” Jun said hurriedly and gently pulled his cock out of your mouth. Jun bent down and picked you up, his large arms holding you softly before they slowly threw you back onto the couch.

“Undress, and by the time I’m back from the kitchen, you better be naked with your legs spread for me,” Jun ordered before heading into the kitchen. 

You heard Jun rummaging around in the kitchen, and you could only hope that he wasn’t breaking anything in there. Not that it’d kill your sex drive, but it’d just be a mess to clean up later. However, when you heard no other noise except rummaging, you stripped yourself and sat back on the couch, legs spread out and waiting. 

“I said I liked mint chocolate, right, only when I tasted it on you?” Jun said, and you nodded slowly. 

“Spread open, princess,” Jun said as he placed a cold spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream on your clit and let it slither down to your entrance, making you whimper and clench around nothing. 

“Fucking hell, Jun, so cold,” you whimpered. You didn’t necessarily mind the coldness, but you minded the fact that his tongue wasn’t there to absolve you of your arousal. 

“Let me taste,” Jun said before kneeling and throwing your legs over his toned, broad shoulders. 

“Oh my god, Jun, so good,” you moaned out when his warm tongue enveloped your clit, while two of his slender fingers thrust into your cunt. 

The sensation of his warm tongue, and his cold fingers, pushing the cold ice cream into your pussy was enough to make you start to unravel very quickly. 

“Oh god, Jun, so good,” you kept singing praises as your hands moved down to thread in his hair, and you tugged on it, making him groan against your clit, the vibrations being enough to send you head barrelling into your first orgasm. 

“Jun, fucking hell, I’m cumming,” you moaned, bucking your hips to meet his tongue, and Jun smirked against your pussy before pulling away. 

“What the fuck, Jun?” You chided as he grinned.

“Baby, you’re going to cum on my cock, and I’m cumming inside you. That’s the perfect sweet treat. It’s called a cream pie,” Jun said smugly, earning a groan from you. 

“You really need new material,” you said, laughing at his joke. However, your laughter was short-lived the minute Jun pushed into you, making you gasp.

“Still want to laugh at my jokes?” he challenged, smirking at you.

“No, fuck, just fuck me,” you begged, and Jun nodded.

“Gladly, my princess,” Jun said, throwing your legs over his shoulders allowing him to push into you deeper. 

“My sweet little girl, do you like when I fuck you this deep?” Jun said, thrusting into you. 

“Yes, Daddy, I do,” you moaned out. 

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Is my kitten close?” Jun asked.  pounding into you. 

“Yes, fuck me harder, baby,” you said, digging your nails into Jun’s perky ass, making him snap his hips harder into you. 

“So close,” you choked out, and Jun growled, starting to lightly slap your clit. 

“Jun, cum inside me,” you begged, and Jun nodded. 

“Still want a cream pie?” Jun asked, making you glare at him only for him to fuck into you harder.

“Good girl, I can feel you close to cumming. Come on, cum on my cock,” Jun said, and you could barely mumble out a ‘yes’. Jun nodded, reaching down to rub your clit, making you unravel and fall apart on his cock, screaming his name as you came around him. 

“Fucking hell, baby, I’m going to cum,” Jun said, and you nodded, relaxing as you felt him fill into your cunt with his warmth. 

“So fucking good,” Jun mumbled slowly as he gently pulled out of you and crawled next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a soft kiss.

“So, we need to clean this place before we get ants, but did you enjoy your cream pie?” Jun asked, giggling, 

“Such a fucking dork,” you said, laughing into his chest, 

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Jun said, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Okay, ten minutes, and then we need to clean up,” you suggested, and Jun groaned.

“Ugh, fine, shower sex?” Jun said, and you laughed.

“I didn’t hear an objection?” Jun said, smirking, and you smiled at him. 

“Fine, you instantiable freak, shower sex, but you’re helping me clean up,” you agreed, and Jun nodded. 

“Just one more thing, kitten, mint chocolate chip really only tastes good when I lick it out of your even sweeter little cunt,” Jun teased, and you smacked him lightly in the chest.

“9 minutes, Jun,” you warned, making Jun laugh. “I just remembered a new word I learned today, and maybe we should practice its meaning instead,” Jun said

“Oh? What’s the word?” you asked

“Fika. It means to take a moment and slow down to appreciate the little things in life.”

“Hmmm,” you nodded.

“So, how about we try that?”

#seventeen #wen junhui #seventeen smut #svthub #kvanity #jun smut