#꒰📫꒱₊˚⊹

[gofishygo]

your favourite games but replace one of the words in the title with "balls"

call of duty : modern balls

call of duty : black balls

splaballs 2 : balls expansion

splatoon 3 : balls order

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Something about Simon having a river rat girlfriend.

It's not that he doesn't like the States, it's just unbearably muggy, makes the gaiter he wears more of a task than it needs to be. The sun seemingly swirling around him akin to the enemy from Mario, determined to sear him alive.

But his bird loves it. Skips around all morning making a little picnic basket, braiding her hair. Makes sure he has an extra magazine tucked away amongst the sandwiches and sunscreen.

Get's his input on songs for their portable speaker.

He doesn't understand what some of these men are whingeing about.

This shit is easy.

All he has to do is stand patiently as she lathers him up with sunscreen, standing on the footrest of the truck so she can reach his shoulders. Delicate fingers brushing beneath his eyes, making sure to get the back of his ears so they don't blister like last time.

He finds them a secluded area, plopping his chair in shallows under the easy shade, a nice vantage point to watch the opposite woodline, and cuts her loose, calves resting in the cool rush of water.

She plays and plays, neon goggles making imprints on her face as she paddles around looking for shiny rocks. It's a show every time she comes back to him, big soft curves glistening in the summer sun, as she offers her treasures up for inspection.

He watches her splash, deadman float a few feet down river and scramble back again. Watches her flip rocks for bugs and promptly squeal and run when one has the audacity to startle her back.

His favorite is sunscreen time, wrangling her back to him all warm cheeked and smiling, smearing her down in coconut scented lotion, making sure his paws slide under all the margins of her swimsuit, rough palms gliding over the plush of her rear, the sensitive sides of her breasts.

It's another feat to get her to sit still long enough for it to soak in, tugging her ass in his lap and plying her with a chip laden sandwich. She munches away happily.

So no, the mosquitos and damp heat are not his favorite. But sunscreen kisses sure are.

[purple-raspberries]

POV: Eddie caught you stealing packages

This was just an excuse to draw him wielding a mailbox like a weapon lol

[numbersareimaginary]

Mech pilot so disoriented and unfocused out of the cockpit she has to be led around the hangar on a leash and collar just so she won't wander off.

[sexlapis]

Your Cecil works are AMAZING I was wondering if you’re possibly taking reqs? 🥹💕 I can’t help but wonder what his reaction would be if he’s listening in or spying on a new hero or individual he’s unfamiliar with maybe doesn’t quite trust them yet and he just so happens to catch a private moment where they call out his name.

℘ private moments

₊⊹ cecil stedman x gn!hero!reader

ns4w. no gender/pronouns mentioned. a tiny bit dark. EXTREME INVASION OF PRIVACY. voyeurism. pillow humping. male masturbation. begging. unintentional mutual masturbation. cecil being a paranoid pervert.

⤷ you like cecil more than you let on.

wc: 2.2k

a/n: thank u! and i’m just going to assume that by “private moments” you mean reader is jerking their shit…please correct me if i’m wrong…anyways. nonnie i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. i may have gotten a little bit carried away ^_^

masterlist

*

Cecil isn’t sure what to make of you.

Sure, you’re a competent hero. Smart, talented, courageous, strong. Not viltrumite strong, but strong enough to be considered in the run up for the new Guardians. That’s something.

You’re a sort of enigma to him. Outside of what he has digged up on your past and upbringing, the information he has on you is limited and your general personality does nothing to help that fact. With the few conversations he’s had with you, you’ve been quiet. Closed off. Aloof. Shy. Saying just enough to keep a tête-à-tête flowing but not enough to reveal anything deeper or private about yourself.

The thing is, what you don’t reveal in words, you reveal with your actions.

He’s the director of the Global Defence Agency. When you’ve held a position like this for over twenty years you tend to pick up on little behaviours and ticks that other people would gloss over.

Like how your eyes would always flicker around the room when in discussion with him, not once meeting his blue ones. How you steal glances at him when you think he and nobody else is looking. How you’d hurriedly fix your hair and brush off imaginary dust from your clothes when he appeared in front of you. How the rise and falls of your chest would quicken when he was in any sort of physical proximity to you.

Tiny things like that, invisible to others, were clear as day to him.

At first, Cecil was convinced that you simply did not like him.

This wasn’t new or even unusual. He’s the boss. He makes the rules. He’s tough on his employees and the heroes. In his position, such traits were essential for success. So, of course they wouldn’t like him. Of course you wouldn’t like him.

But something in the back of his mind kept telling him that this assumption was wrong. That he’s missing something. That you’re hiding something.

It’s not a surprise that he doesn’t trust you right away from these behaviours alone. It’s suspicious. You’re suspicious. Even if you’re accepted by the other heroes, to him you’re suspicious.

And after everything that has happened, Cecil won’t allow himself to be folded again.

He just prays that those cameras he told his men to install in your apartment pick up something good.

*

It all comes to light after a mission well done.

Cecil’s kept tabs on you.

And all in all, you don’t seem like a threat. You live a normal, average life. Running day to day errands, going to cafés to try new pastries, going to the gym, hanging out with your friends (of which he has also investigated), hell, even volunteering on your free days.

He doesn’t know if you’re actually safe or he just wants to believe that you are.

But with all the proof in front of him, you are no threat. That doesn't mean he’ll take his chances.

Wolves in sheep’s clothing are more common than one thinks.

Of course, the camera feed is for his eyes and his alone. He doesn’t want any of the creeps who he’s heard say, quite frankly, downright deviant things about you. Though, those cameras were admittedly overkill - his people who were tailing you and recording your every move was more than enough. But as he said, he’ll never risk it again.

Today was a good day.

The threat is taken down in record time, mostly thanks to you, a fact that Cecil makes sure to throw in your face.

Your reaction is a small, embarrassed smile, a glance down at your feet and the claim that, “it was just good teamwork”.

How humble. So damn perfect all the time.

It’s just him in the main monitor room now, watching you getting ready for bed, all the other workers having left hours ago to enjoy an actual life. He hasn’t had one of those in a long time.

Cecil sighs. He peels off his suit jacket.

You’re going through your night routine now; a shower, brushing your teeth, washing your face, what he thinks is yoga.

Active outside of superhero duties too. Other heroes could learn from you.

After watching you for a few weeks, he’s come to find this routine of yours therapeutic. Comforting almost. With all the uncertainty, the debilitating stress, the constant threat of danger pointing arrows at his head, the swirling paranoia and distrust that curls around his heart like poisonous vines, you remain stable in his chaotic life - a promise that some things never change.

He likes that.

Cecil looks away when you unwrap your towel from your body and dress into your pyjamas. It’s silly since he's already violated your privacy in ways that would get the average person thrown in jail, but he looks away anyway. He’s already done something terrible. He can be good, even if it’s just a small amount.

It takes no time for you to switch off the lights and curl up into your bed, snuggling underneath your sheets. At times like this, Cecil misses sleep.

For a while you scroll on your phone. Cecil rests on his back, lying his face on his palm as he observes you. God, the way people are just able to scroll on a small device for so long amazes him sometimes.

You spend a grand total of an hour and half doing that. Heroes these days.

He watches as you place your phone on your bedside table and stare up at the ceiling.

You get like that occasionally, Cecil’s noticed. At times, you’ll just be lost in your own mind, your daydreams, looking up to the sky and imagining all types of things. You speak to yourself too. A creep of guilt bloats up in his stomach. How can someone like him feel guilty about something as trivial as this? There are acts he’s committed far worse than this. Unspeakable acts. Things that he couldn’t even admit to a demon from hell.

But spying on some new, baby-hero is what makes him feel like shit. Great.

Cecil drags his hand down his face. A small throbbing ebbs in between his eyes.

Then he hears something from your bedroom feed. A moan.

He sits up immediately.

Are you hurt? Injured from the mission? You listen but he doesn’t think it’s beyond you to not seek medical treatment out of pride. Especially considering how you act around him.

Cecil looks up at the monitor.

You’re not in pain. Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

When he was watching you just minutes ago, you were under the covers and seemingly getting ready to go to sleep.

Now? You’re not sleeping in the slightest.

Instead, your night pants have been thrown on your bedroom floor and you’re straddling one of your pillows, rolling your hips languidly.

…What?

What?

Yes, he’s put cameras all over your living space. Yes, he’s had people follow you wherever you go. Yes, he knows you have a life and you have your needs like everybody else in the world, hero or not. But this? Cecil’s never seen you do…this in all the weeks he’s been keeping an eye on you.

As if he didn’t feel bad for violating your privacy already. This goes far beyond digging for information about you, far beyond what is necessary.

This is just pure perversion.

So why can’t he stop watching? Why are his eyes glued to the way you grind your hips into the pillow? Why can’t he look away from the shirt trapped in between your teeth and the nimble fingers that play with your nipples?

He should stop.

Your gasps crescendo. One hand leaves your chest to grip onto your bedsheets. It seems like you’re close.

He should stop.

Cecil snaps out of his trance.

What is he doing? Spying - no, perving - on a hero, a new hero at that, one who is under his authority and guidance, one who looks up to him for help and stability in this job. What he’s doing is disgusting, it’s vile. If anyone were to find out about his actions, he would never be viewed the same way again, his reputation in fluttering tatters.

And yet.

“Cecil.”

That one sigh that flows from your mouth is a good enough encouragement for Cecil to throw away any sense he had left.

Is that why you’ve been acting the way you have? Those looks, glances, those lip bites - you’re attracted to him?

Now, Cecil isn’t blind. You’re beautiful, truly. You’re kind, sweet, eager and your almost skintight suit leaves little to the imagination - don’t look at him like that, he’s heard other people say the same things he has and worse.

To think those feelings are reciprocated? To an extent, at least? Shock doesn’t even begin to describe it. Cecil’s nothing special to look at. Even worse to know. He thought those days were behind him - times of people being attracted to him, wanting to be with him.

He stands corrected.

“Ah, fuck it.” He grunts out as he undoes the buckle of his belt.

Not like he has anything to lose.

He tugs his slacks and boxers down just enough to get his erect cock out. The show you’ve put on had already made him taut and aching in his pants.

He spits in his palm and lets out a staggered moan when his hand meets his warm, hard dick. It’s been a while. He doesn’t usually get a chance to do this often.

Cecil’s gaze flickers to the screen again.

There you are, still riding away - now both hands are on the mattress to stable yourself for leverage as you hump your own pillow.

Heat prickles in Cecil’s lower stomach.

It’s so…primal. Savage. The desperation and desire of your movements are so unlike you, so unlike how you present yourself to the rest of the world.

For a moment, he wonders how your hero friends would react if they knew you wanted to fuck the boss they all hated so much.

He winds his hand up and down his cock and gulps. Damn, this feels good. He forgot what he’s been missing out on.

Cecil can’t bring himself to look away from you for a second. If he thought you were beautiful in your suit and casual clothes, you’re stunning now, wearing only a night shirt and shorts as you fuck yourself to completion. Cecil doesn’t even think you’re wearing any underwear. His eyes roll back into his head at the thought.

He’s not lasting long.

“Cecil, please…”

Begging, too? You want him dead. He wishes you were like this with him in person and not so damn reserved.

He grumbles and speeds up his hand, trying to match the pace you’re going at - a fast, untamed one, borderline wild and animalistic.

“Cecil, please. Please, please, I wanna cum…”

Is this why you’re so shy around him? So tense and astute? You’re such a good, little hero. His hero. It’s no wonder that you act the way you do. You just need someone to help you let off some steam, you just need someone to take the edge off for you, someone who knows how to. You need him to take care of you.

All you had to do was ask.

Cecil’s hand is a blur over his cock. You’re obscene. Squeaks can be heard over the feed, squeaks and creaks from your bed, whining under the ferocity of your movements. God, you really need this.

“Cecil…Cecil, ‘m so close.”

“Fuck, yes.” Cecil loses himself in your pleading, your cries, your moans, your whimpers - they’re his redemption. “Fuck, yes. Cum for me. Go on, let go. Fuck, you deserve it.”

Like you can hear him, feel him, you do let go. Your hips stutter, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you find release on the pillow, rotating your hips through what appears to be an oppressive, shattering high. Small breaths escape you as it makes its way through your trembling body, battering you down to the bone.

And then you moan out his name, a soft, satisfied thing, your expression one of complete and utter bliss and that alone sends him over the edge.

He jerks himself quickly with more want than he wants to admit. Cecil’s hips follow his hands for a second. He grunts, thumbs his tip and cums. He groans, gripping the underside of his seat as he does, baring his teeth. His voice echoes through the room but he doesn’t care, not when you’re still faintly moaning his name as you fall from your heaven. His cum oozes out of him, squeezed out by his hand and seeps shamelessly onto the floor.

Yeah, he’ll clean that later.

“Fuck.”

His legs tremble. He looks at the mess in his hands and on the floor. Then back at you again.

You’re lying on your bed, out of breath, sweaty and content. Cecil wishes he was next to you, wishes he could wipe you down and clean you up, talk you through it and calm you over.

Maybe one day.

For now, he switches off the monitor. He stares at the black screen. Stares at himself

“Shit.” He curses, resting back into this chair. “I’m so fucked.”

*

a/n: i need him pregnant

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

Literally obsessed with the way you draw yj98 in the things your friends have said series. All the poses and faces just match them so well <333

Omg.. thanks so much. In fact have another one <3

YJ98 as shit my friends and I have said pt. 6

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

hmu at Ko-Fi button

[nick-web]

🍚⠀᮫יִיִ⠀𝅼𝙱𝚁𝄲𝙸𝙽𝙶⠀܂⠀얌⠀𖹭𝗏𝖾𝗋⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝃣᮫⠀𝅚𝅛⠀𝗆𝗒 ֵ⠀𝄲⠀𝟦𝟢⠀ ᴾᴸᴬ𝂆ᴱ⠀𓆉 !

𓇼⠀᮫⠀꯭📃𝗒𖹭𝗎𝗋⠀𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈⠀ 𝅚𝅚ְ⠀❟⠀𝗅𝗂𝗀꯭𝗁𝗍꯭𝗐꯭᪾𝖾꯭𝗂𝗀꯭𝗁꯭𝗍᪾⠀𝃣𝅛⠀◌⠀ᥘ⠀

𝅚𝅛⠀⠀꯭⠀𝟫'𝗌 🪽⠀𝗌𝗉𝖾᪾⍺𝗄⠀ 𝓽𝓸⠀𖹭⠀𝗆᪾𝖾⠀יִיִ⠀﹫얋안⠀܂⠀᮫⠀🏹̤⠀﹚

ᥘ⠀ׄ 🥟⠀⠀𝗆͜⍺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂⍺𝗅 ⍺͜𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋⍺𝗅⠀⠀𝄒! ⠀✉️⠀יִי꯭ִ⠀⠀𝗇𖹭 𝖼𝗈𝇁𝗉᪾𝗂𝖾⠀ׄ⠀𝅦⠀͝

[onionowt]

woe baby lurker be upon ye

I wanted to draw something funny on this but unfortunately i REALLY suck at drawing dark worms😭

Have this MS paint baby lurker instead

[i6corais]

⠀⠀ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶⠀⠀ig⠀⠀packs⠀⠀;

⠀⠀[ name, bio & highlights ]

⠀⠀O1.⠀⠀[⠀⠀yeri⠀⠀—⠀⠀rv⠀⠀inspo⠀⠀]

 ۫⠀⠀𖹭⠀ㅤ۪ ㅤ𝘠 𝚘 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚍 𝚊.⠀𝞋𝞎

⠀♡⠀ㅤׂㅤ⠀🧦⠀⠀𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌⠀⠀𝖽𝖾⠀⠀𐝋⠀⠀𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

⠀&⠀⠀𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐬⠀⠀  ׄ   𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗖⠀–⠀𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘈

⠀─⠀⠀🇨🇦⠀ㅤׅ ꋬ⠀⠀🥛⠀ㅤׄㅤ⠀け⠀⠀⛀⠀⠀︵

⠀#𝟭𝟱𝟯𝟮  .    ᩧ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ׄ   🎸🌱 ⑅ഒ

ㅤׅ 🗒⠀𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚙⠀୨𐍸୧⠀⠀⠀  ̼♡⠀𝗉𝗁𖹭𝗍𝚘𝗌⠀🛌⠀⣾.

⠀⠀O2.⠀ [⠀⠀rei⠀⠀–⠀⠀ive⠀⠀inspo⠀⠀]

⠀𝘓𝘦𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘺⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺⠀𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢.

⠀환영해요⠀⠀🍂🌙⠀⠀𝘕𝘈𝘚𝘊𝘐𝘋𝘈⠀⠀𝘕𝘖⠀⠀🏷𖦹

⠀𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒐.⠀⠀🥡⠀⠀𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡⠀⠀── ⋅⠀⠀@user

⠀›꯭.⠀⠀🥣⠀⠀ฟองอากาศ⠀⠀🐑⠀⠀أتى⠀⠀💮⫑.

⠀🎶☁️⠀  ׄ⠀คิด⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ྀི⠀⠀♡̲𝆬⠀⠀⭒⠀⠀☕️

⠀  ׄ⠀𔓕 ࣪ ꯭ 𝑖𝑡𝑠⠀𝑚𝑒⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑚𝑒𝑢⠀𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘖

[calware]

i don't know why but i found this bit from PM's wiki to be so funny

[dreamspace24]

Cake Assignments! (Selfship Edition)!

Status: Closed.

A follow up on the previous post! Something for you all as well: A birthday edition selfship game!

Give me your f/o(s) and I will assign them a cake based on vibes!

Example:

Ted gets this cake!

Proship + Variants DNI

[gofishygo]

Hope when siren!soap took us under the tide we didn’t just drown anticlimactically 😔

-🍄

honestly kind of praying he doesnt accidentally drown reader too 😭😭 like yeah he's read books on humans and has drowned them because yk... siren... but like. i dont know if he realises that humans cannot breathe underwater AT ALL

he'll lead them up into a pretty cave though because he likes to keep his human treasures so hopefully they dont drown on the way there

writing i was referencing

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

ran into these earlier and am still laughing rn

forgot to attach the actual meme earlier oops

[thehousemustendure]

never getting over the album photo to unreal unearth. what do you mean i just had my heart ripped out by a song about lost languages and i open my phone to see this

[numbersareimaginary]

Robotgirl who's too old to have Bluetooth or Wifi or anything like that but she's got an IR receiver so if you aim your TV remote just right you can tur-

Oh. There she goes.

[sexlapis]

i cant stop thinking about actor toji and actor y/n omg. give us more, i beg!

toji & y/n being a couple pt. 2 (part 1, part 3, part 4)

. °˳ 🎞 ◌ . ˳ ☁️ ˊˎ-

౨ৎ first clip

this clip was filmed by one of the fans in the crowd - it was another award show where you’re sitting at a table with other actors. you keep tugging on the dress your stylist (who your fans hate) made you wear, pulling it down with each movement you make. it was short and you were clearly uncomfortable with its length.

seemingly noticing your constant shifting, toji who is also sitting at your table, looks at you. he leans in and speaks to you and you look down, referring to your outfit and the too short of a dress you’re wearing. toji, in surprisingly gentlemen fashion of him, takes off his tuxedo jacket and drapes it over your lap, effectively covering your thighs and knees. you look at toji and thank him, flustered at his kind gesture. he just nods.

౨ৎ second clip

(a bloopers clip) you were on set, everything was running smoothly and everything was going well. it was an action movie with toji and you decided to do one of the stunts on your own. and then you fall awkwardly, spraining your ankle.

toji is kneeling beside you, asking if you’re okay and scanning you down for any injuries. you laugh and you tell him that you have hurt your ankle. toji helps you up and asks if you can walk. a small medical team waits nearby.

“yeah i can. it’s fine.”

you take one step and limp harshly, almost falling over. ouch. it hurt more than you thought it did. toji reached his hands out, ready to catch you if you fell.

“okay maybe it’s not fine. but i can still-”

“yeah forget that.”

toji picks you up bridal style, scooping you up like it natural to him. you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders to balance yourself. “toji!”

“someone get an ice pack over here!”

cut to you laying on a couch with an ice pack on your swollen ankle, toji crouched behind you as you give the camera a thumbs up. “i’m okay!”

toji ruffles your hair, blatantly looking at you closely. “yeah she is.”

౨ৎ third clip

a fan secretly recorded you & toji in a restaurant, on what appears to be a date. you’re sitting opposite him, eating and speaking when you seem to be interested in what’s on his plate. you tilt your head and point at his meal, talking but nobody knows exactly what you’re saying. toji does a full body sigh and then picks up some of his food on his fork and holds it up to your mouth. you smile widely, accepting his offer and stuffing your cheeks full. toji uses his thumb to wipe away food left on the corner of your lips. you open your mouth, silently demanding more food. toji’s head rolls and he just pushes his whole plate over to you, shaking his head. you clap your hands and dig in.

౨ৎ

tag list: @snowprincesa1 | @mimiemie

a/n: 🥸