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winxanity-ii · 3 months ago

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UNCONVENTIONAL ALLIES

ship: deadpool!gojo x fem!mutant!reader x wolverine!geto warnings: non-explicit word count: 3.3k a/n: Writing this was so much fun! I just love blending different worlds and seeing what kind of chaos unfolds 😂. Hope you enjoy this wild ride! 💖

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You were sitting at a dingy, neon-lit bar tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city.

The place smelled of stale beer, fried food, and something musty that clung to the faded upholstery of the worn-out bar stools.

A jukebox in the corner plays a muffled tune, the kind that barely competes with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of pool balls.

The air was thick, not just with the haze of cigarette smoke but with the weight of a thousand stories that had soaked into the cracked wooden walls over the years.

You were hunched over a dog-eared copy of your Anatomy & Physiology textbook, muttering terms under your breath like some sort of desperate mantra—brachialis, trapezius, sternocleidomastoid—trying to cram as much information as you could before your brain decided it's had enough.

You had read the same sentence three times now, and each time the words made less sense than before. Frustration bubbled up in your chest.

With a heavy sigh, you sat back and threw your head back against the creaky barstool, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on you at once.

The looming specter of your upcoming exam was like a shadow over your thoughts, a constant reminder of how much was riding on you passing this class.

Your mind raced, not just with the material you were supposed to be studying, but with the overwhelming tide of stress that came from being swamped in thousands upon thousands of dollars in student loans.

Every page you turned felt like another reminder of just how deep you were in. And as if that wasn't enough, the thought of returning to your messy, noisy dorm made you groan inwardly.

Your roommate had been a nightmare lately—blasting music at odd hours, leaving her stuff everywhere, and treating the place like her personal dumping ground. It was impossible to find peace, and it was driving you insane.

You reached over for your drink—a grapefruit High Noon, the only small comfort you had allowed yourself tonight. The cold, fizzy liquid was a slight balm against the headache building behind your eyes.

You took a long sip, letting the bitterness wash over your tongue as you tried to drown out the noise around you and the noise in your head.

Just as you were about to return to the same sentence you had been trying to absorb for the last ten minutes, you noticed movement at the far end of the bar. Two guys slipped in, almost unnoticed, except for the way they carried themselves—like they weren't just walking into a bar, but onto a stage.

One was wearing a skintight red and black suit that clung to his lean, muscular frame, showcasing his agility and strength. The suit had a dark, almost tactical look, with black patches accentuating the deep red fabric. It was all about practicality and style, with twin katanas strapped to his back in a sleek 'X' formation, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice.

His mask was a full-head covering, stretching tightly over every contour, leaving no part of his face nor hair exposed. The eye areas were reinforced with black outlines, creating a stark contrast against the red, giving the impression of expressive eyes even though they were hidden.

Overall, he looked like he was dressed for battle, but even then, there was a playfulness in his stance, like he was just waiting for the fun to start.

The other guy was in all black. His outfit fully leather, tough but flexible, perfect for someone who needed to move fast and hit hard. It was sleek, with subtle detailing that caught the light when he shifted. Over his eyes, he wore a sharp mask, a slim black visor that added to his already intimidating presence. His long black hair is tied back into a neat bun at the back of his head, adding a touch of elegance to his otherwise rugged appearance. His hands were gloved, with a weird alteration that freed his knuckles on up.

The whole look was one of power and precision, every inch of him screaming danger, but in a way that was somehow... controlled. Like he was the kind of guy who didn't make idle threats.

Together, they were an odd pair—one dressed like he was ready for a chaotic spree, the other like he was here to end a war. And yet, there was a strange harmony between them, like they had been through this dance a hundred times before.

"What's with these two?" you muttered under your breath with a snort, flipping a page in your textbook without really seeing it. "Comic-Con isn't for another month."

The two men walked further into the bar, their steps measured and purposeful. A few patrons glanced their way, curiosity flickering in their eyes for a moment before they turned back to their drinks and quiet conversations, uninterested in the newcomers.

You silently watched from your tucked-away spot, noting how out of place they looked against the bar's grimy, dimly lit backdrop.

They made their way to the bar, their movements fluid yet distinct—one with a swagger that screamed "look at me," the other moving like a shadow, quiet and precise.

Thinking this was the end of it, you forced yourself to refocus on your textbook, trying to absorb the intricate connection of human muscles that had been eluding you all night.

Just as you started to get a grip on the complex anatomy, two shadows fell over your book, fully obscuring what little light the dim bar offered.

You sucked your teeth with an annoyed "tch," glaring up, ready to tell off whichever group of men thought they'd get lucky tonight. But your words got caught in your throat when you realized who was standing before you—the two men from earlier.

The one in red, who now sat in the seat next to you, had a vibrant galaxy cocktail in hand, stirring it with a straw like he had all the time in the world.

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the surreal scene, but quickly got back on track. With a disinterested, sarcastic tone, you asked, "What could I possibly help you two gentlemen with?"

The man in black opened his mouth to speak, but the one in red jumped in. "Oh, there's a lot you could help us with! Cooking, lending us some cash, maybe even—"

"Deadpool," the one in black interrupted, his tone flat but carrying a note of irritation.

The man in red's head snapped towards him. "Huh? What's up?"

The one in black groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with clear exasperation. He turned to you, his demeanor shifting to something almost apologetic. "We don't mean to interrupt your evening, but we're looking for 'Y/N.' We've asked around and heard that she often frequents this bar."

For a moment, you just sat there, heart pounding in your chest. Your mind was racing, but outwardly, you kept your expression cool and passive.

You tilted your head and nodded realistically, pretending to be unfazed. "Oh, Y/N? She's my roommate. We come here sometimes to study for our exams, but she flaked on me tonight. Guess she got caught up," You paused, then asked casually, "What do you need from her? I can pass along a message if you'd like."

The two men exchanged a glance, and the one in red burst out with a long, drawn-out "Wow, you're good!" He turned to his companion, still twirling his straw in his drink. "Bro, if we didn't have a pic, I'd 100% believe her," he said, holding both hands up in mock surrender.

You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. Your mind raced, a thousand thoughts per second.

Before you could think of a way to escape or talk your way out, the man in red turned back to you. "Look, toots, I'll be honest—we need you. Now, I understand how scary this may be, two men coming in and searching for little ol' you, but you have no worries, I promise."

The man in black spoke up, his tone more measured. "Yes, like he said, we're not here to harm you. We just—"

His friend cut him off, leaning in closer. "You want to trust us? Look," he said, before abruptly reaching up and pulling off his mask. "Bam! Face reveal!"

Underneath the mask, his features were striking: bright blue eyes that practically glowed in the dim light of the bar, and a handsome face with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. His hair was cut short in a buzzcut, white as freshly fallen snow, adding a stark contrast to the dim, smoky atmosphere around him.

His skin was marked with faint burn scars, lines and patches that wove across his face like a map of past battles and close calls. Yet, these scars didn't detract from his appearance; they only added to his rugged, mysterious allure, hinting at the untold stories and experiences that lay beneath the surface.

The one in black sputtered, "D-Deadpool, what the fu—"

"You can stop with the code names, Geto," the man in said with a smirk. "We gotta get her to trust us."

The one in black—Geto—groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose again in frustration. "At my expense, though?"

Deadpool shrugged nonchalantly, leaning on his hands and tilting his head down to take a sip from his drink. "Why wouldn't I? You expect me to call you 'Wolverine' all night yet we know her name? I wouldn't trust us either."

Geto groans again, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Again with the 'trust us' bullshit. That still doesn't give a good reason why you revealed my fucking name and not your own.”

Deadpool just lets out a giggle, shrugging again with a carefree grin. "Oops?"

Geto stared at him blankly for a moment before bluntly stating, "Fuck you, Gojo Satoru."

Satoru's mouth dropped open in mock shock. "W-Wha… why… my entire government name, bro??? Even the damn Japanese format??? It was just a last name, you're acting like I said Geto Suguru..."

Suguru just ignored his outburst, turning his attention back to you, his expression serious once more. "Now, as I was saying, we've been searching for you."

You blinked, snapping yourself out of the mini-panic swirling in your mind, now acutely aware of the two men surrounding you—Satoru sitting casually beside you and Suguru standing in front of you with a more guarded stance.

"And why would that be?" you asked cautiously, trying to mask the nervous energy coursing through you.

Satoru, never one to let a moment of tension linger, cut in with a playful grin. "Because our jobs tend to get really messy, and we need a pair of healing hands for quicker recovery times. Besides, something's telling me you might be up for a little adventure."

You raised an eyebrow and snorted, unimpressed by his casual tone. "And why would I want to do that?"

Suguru finally spoke up, his voice gravelly and weighted with a seriousness that cut through Satoru's playful demeanor. "You look knowledgeable in the medical field," he said plainly. "And like Satoru said, our line of work tends to need that kind of expertise."

Before you could even think of a response, Satoru umped back in, his grin widening even more. "Plus, we've got a feeling you'd make a great addition to our little team. It's not every day you find a cute healer; most tend to be old crones."

And there it was. The mention of your healing powers.

You're not sure how, but it seemed like no matter where you went, that knowledge always managed to catch up with you.

Being a mutant wasn't something you advertised; it wasn't something you wore on your sleeve. Especially not in a world where the line between acceptance and fear was still razor-thin, where prejudice against mutants ran deep.

You'd learned early on to keep your abilities under wraps.

The hate and mistrust toward mutants had only grown more intense over the years, with some humans seeing you as a threat rather than a person.

Sure, there were heroes and vigilante groups like the X-Men who fought for mutant rights and tried to prove that mutants could be protectors, not dangers. But still, the divide remained. A silent, persistent wall between those who could heal and those who only knew how to fear.

It wasn't just about staying safe. It was about maintaining some semblance of a normal life, of blending in.

The last thing you needed was to be dragged into the chaos of someone else's fight, to be seen as a tool rather than a person. Yet here you were, once again, your secret laid bare before these strangers who seemed to know more about you than you were comfortable with.

You swallow hard, trying to keep your expression neutral, ready to tell them you had absolutely no interest in whatever scheme they were trying to pull you into. But before the words left your mouth, the door to the bar slammed open, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

A group of burly men stormed in, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone present. The leader—a rough-looking guy with a missing hand, which was poorly wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage—scanned the room with a snarl until his eyes landed on Satoru.

His face contorted into a scowl as he pointed his bleeding nub directly in your direction. "That's them!" he growled, his voice filled with fury. "Get those bastards!"

Before you could even react, the men charged forward, but Satoru's grin only grew wider, like he had been waiting for this exact moment. Suddenly, he threw a hand up, shouting, "Wait!"

The men paused, looking confused, their momentum halted by the unexpected command.

Satoru stood up slowly, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous smirk as he loudly slurped down the rest of his cocktail.

He released an exaggerated "Ahhh" of satisfaction, savoring the last drop before shoving his mask back on with a quick flick of his wrist. He turned to the men with a gleeful expression and said, "Okay, I'm ready, boys~."

Without missing a beat, he launched himself into the fray.

The bar erupted into chaos.

Satoru moved like a blur, dodging a punch with a fluid twist of his body, then delivering a quick jab to his attacker’s gut.

It was almost like a dance, his movements graceful yet deadly.

He ducked under a swing, flipped over a table with the ease of a seasoned acrobat, and landed a perfectly timed kick that sent one guy crashing into the jukebox, which sputtered and then blasted out distorted music. "Nice try, but you're gonna have to do better than that!" he quipped, his voice filled with that unmistakable humor.

Suguru was a stark contrast. All raw power and precision, he grabbed one of the men by the collar and slammed him into the nearest wall.

The impact left a dent in the plaster, and the guy crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Suguru didn't waste a single movement—every punch, every kick was delivered with a calculated brutality meant to incapacitate. "Stay down, monkey," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous, as he drove a knee into another attacker's stomach, sending him reeling backward into a table, which collapsed under the weight.

As the fight intensified, bar patrons started scrambling for the exit, knocking over chairs and tables in their haste to escape.

The bartender, a burly man with a grizzled beard, stepped out from behind the bar, shouting above the noise. "Hey! You're gonna pay for this mess! Take your fight outside, or I'll—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the leader with the missing hand growled in frustration. "Shut up!" He grabbed a glass from the bar with his good hand and hurled it at the bartender, the glass shattering against his skull.

The bartender stumbled back, eyes wide with shock, before collapsing behind the counter, blood pooling around his head.

The violence seemed to escalate, everything becoming a blur of fists, broken glass, and shouts.

A chair flew across the room, smashing into the wall near where you were crouched, and you instinctively threw up your arms to shield yourself from the splinters. Heart racing, you knew you had to get out, but the chaos was overwhelming.

One of the attackers swung a metal pipe at Satoru, who effortlessly sidestepped and countered with a spinning kick that knocked the man off his feet and sent him sliding across the bar’s sticky floor. "You guys really know how to make a guy feel special~" Satoru laughed, eyes alight with adrenaline.

Wide-eyed, you stuttered, "H-Holy shit," as your flight set in. Hastily, you tried to pack up all your things, shoving books and papers into your backpack with trembling hands.

Just as you threw the bag over your shoulders and turned to make a run for it, a rough hand reached out and grabbed your puffed ponytail in a tight grip.

"Where do ya think you're going, girly? Leavin' your crew so soon?" a gruff voice sneered.

You looked up to find one of the thugs grinning down at you with a mouth full of yellowed teeth.

Desperation bubbled up as you blubbered, "L-Look, I have nothing to do with this, I swear! I'm just a struggling college student!" You weakly rubbed your hands together, hoping to somehow appeal to his sense of mercy—if he even had one.

The man let out a wet cackle, but just as dread washed over you and you thought your life was about to end, his eyes widened in shock. An arm had looped around his neck from behind, pulling him back with surprising strength.

It was Suguru.

"That's no way to treat a lady, now is it?" he growled into the man's ear, his voice low and dangerous.

With his free hand, Suguru shot his arm out, and you watched in stunned silence as three sharp metal claws extended from between his knuckles with a sharp "snikt."

In one swift motion, Suguru slashed upward, driving the claws through the man's head with a sickening gurgle. His movements were methodical, almost surgical—each strike designed not just to disable, but to finish his opponent swiftly and efficiently.

"This is getting messy," he muttered, casting a quick glance your way. "Stay low and keep your head down."

A small splatter of fresh blood dotted your face, hot and sticky. Too shocked to speak, you could only nod wordlessly, your heart hammering in your chest.

A flash of metal cut through the dim light as Suguru disarmed another attacker, the weapon clattering to the ground.

The jukebox, now playing a scratchy rendition of an old rock song, suddenly exploded into sparks as another attacker was thrown against it, his weight too much for the old machine to bear.

The smell of burning circuitry filled the air, mixing with the scent of spilled alcohol and the coppery tang of blood.

Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, the leader of the group grabbed a table leg and charged at Suguru with a wild roar. He swung the makeshift club with all his might, but Suguru sidestepped, letting the momentum carry the leader past him.

Suguru turned and delivered a punishing elbow to the back of the leader’s neck, sending him crashing to the ground.

With a few men down, Satoru turned to you, his eyes sparkling with amusement despite the chaos. "Looks like you're coming with us, whether you like it or not," he teased, and before you could argue, he rushed over, scooping you up over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. "Hang on tight, princess!"

You began shouting, "Wait—what!? You can't be serious!!" just as your world flipped upside down in an instant.

Satoru's grip was surprisingly firm, and you were jostled around like a ragdoll as he darted through the chaos of the bar, cackling like a madman. Chairs and debris flew past, and you clutched onto him, trying not to lose your dinner.

Suguru, maintaining his composure amidst the chaos, bent down to grab your bag and textbooks. He gave you an apologetic glance, his expression almost soft despite the situation. "Sorry about this," he said, his voice calm amidst the madness.

The three of you burst through the bar's front door and into the cool night air.

The sharp contrast between the smoky, dim interior of the bar and the crisp, open night sky made everything feel surreal, like you had stepped out of one world and into another.

Satoru's laughter echoed in your ears, wild and free, mingling with the distant sounds of the ongoing brawl behind you. "Trust me," he shouted over his shoulder, not slowing his pace even a little, "we're gonna have a lot of fun!"

As Satoru sprinted down the street, weaving through narrow alleys with you still slung over his shoulder, you let out a small, incredulous laugh.

It was half at the absurdity of the situation and half at the exhilarating sense of liberation coursing through you.

Because at the end of it all, against all odds...

...he might just be right.

A/N: hi guys! just wanted to post this after watching the new deadpool wolverine movie and binging on SatoSugu x reader fics, so hope this wasn't a too bad of a read; not sure if i'll actually do more of this or not 😩also, sorry for being gone for so long, finally dug myself up out of my lil ball of anger/sadness. now that i'm back at the dorm, i hope to bring you guys more of the lil delusions i have swimming about ❤️❤️

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devilat-thedoor · 1 year ago

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Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

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You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?”

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot.

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release.

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #sammy kiszka #jake kiszka smut #sam kiszka smut #sam kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x reader #gvf one shot #sinsofstardust #forbidden twins #forbidden twins x reader #forbidden twins smut

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hippolotamus · 5 months ago

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15 sentences of MerBuck for you, dear Anon. For Context, Eddie is grabbing a bite to eat before he goes to find Buck for a visit 💖

The waitress, Ginny, stops by, offering a ‘what’ll it be, darlin’?’, followed by ‘comin’ right up’ after he orders a turkey club sandwich, waffle fries and an iced tea. He smiles politely as he hands her his menu. Spaced evenly along the counter are miniature jukeboxes, shiny chrome and off-white buttons with faded markings. He flicks through the pages, scanning the song selections. The music variety is an impressive mix that reminds him of listening to records in Abuela’s living room, and taking Shannon out for dancing and pool. Speaking of which, he should really answer his wife and reassure her that he’s fine. The handwritten note he left that morning wasn’t exactly brimming with details. Just that he had an important trip to take and he would be home by the next day. Not exactly husband of the year material. “Pick something good,” Ginny teases, setting down his plate and drink. “Thanks, but, uh, probably not today.” “Well, if you change your mind, I always liked E2, personally.” She gives him a friendly smile before disappearing behind a swinging door. Curiosity gets the better of him and he stifles a chuckle when he finds the listing – Under the Boardwalk by The Drifters. How fitting.

tagging some others that asked about/were interested in this one: @daffi-990 (oh look he's at a different diner brooding about his love life...) @underwaterninja13 @tizniz @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples

@theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming mi amor @bidisasterevankinard @monsterrae1

#hippo gets mail #make me write #fic: run to the water (and find me there)#buddie wip #oh look hippo's answering her asks #the temptation to make him order a peach cobbler to go is *strong*

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lovesongbracket · 2 years ago

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Lay All Your Love On Me

Written By: Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson

Artist: ABBA

Released: 1981

Cover included: Amanda Seyfried & Dominic Cooper for Mamma Mia!, 2008

“Lay All Your Love On Me” explores the high emotions and passions that can emerge when falling in love, and documents one woman’s shift into erratic behaviors as she falls under the spell of her new lover. The song hit number one in the US dance charts in 1981, but has lasted in popularity over the years, becoming an ABBA staple. It was featured in the band’s jukebox musical (and its movie adaption), Mamma Mia, and in 2006 was named the 60th greatest dance song of all time by Slant magazine.

[Verse 1] I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice [Pre-Chorus] But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me [Verse 2] It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily [Pre-Chorus] I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me [Verse 3] I've had a few little love affairs They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce I used to think that was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause everything is new And everything is you And all I've learned has overturned What can I do? [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me

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Demolition Lovers

Written By: Matt Pelissier, Mikey Way, Ray Toro & Gerard Way

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2002

The Demolition Lovers are the couple seen on the cover for MCR’s next album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. This song, along with much of the album, is a prequel to the story of Three Cheers… in which a man makes a deal with the devil to get his dead lover back by killing 1,000 evil men and giving the devil their souls in exchange for her. This song is most likely where the lover dies. The two “Demolition Lovers” are featured on the cover of the album.

[Verse 1] Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition, too" I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things We put each other through and [Verse 2] I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running [Chorus] But this time, I mean it I'll let you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold [Post-Chorus] Until the end, until this pool of blood Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold But this time, we'll show them We'll show them all how much we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every… [Interlude] All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] As lead rains will pass on through Our phantoms forever, forever Like scarecrows that fuel this flame We're burning forever and ever Know how much I want to show you You're the only one Like a bed of roses There's a dozen reasons in this gun [Outro] And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!

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#polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round5 #lay all your love on me #abba #demolition lovers #my chemical romance #Youtube

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pretty-pink-seaslug · 9 months ago

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GUESS WHO BEAT SIDE ORDER

I FEEL THE POWER‼️‼️‼️‼️

now that I did that, time for me to fangirl even more. *clears throat*

HI YEAH AAAHAHAHAHAHA IM GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODEEEEEE!!!!!!!!1!!!!1!! 💕💖💗💓💓💘💖💖💝💘💕💖💓💓💞💞💕💘💝

MARINA MY BELOVED PEARL MY BELOVED DEDF1SH MY BELOVED-

THE FACT THAT THIS WAS ALL IN A SIMULATION IS SO COOOOOL BECAUSE NOW I DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE IT'S AN AU ANYMORE BECAUSE IT LITERALLY IS JUST A THING HAPPENING- MARINA UR SO SMART AND TALENTED AND COOL AND BEAUTIFUL????

ok ok enough caps lock lol here's the part where I'm coherent; this ost goes fucking crazy??????? I still have to look through my jukebox for the song list but good god alMIGHTY the music team put their BALLS into this one.

I'm not sure if I fought all the bosses, I'm praying I didn't yet because man this dlc is just way past cool- but the rotating upside down cylindrical pyramid thing (I FORGOT THE NAME,,) is single handedly the most horrifying thing the splatoon team has ever created. Why does it sound like that.

The bosses I fought are the evil player team, The Horrors (the boss I mentioned above), and the rolling naval mine thing

If there's anymore bosses I hope I get to fight them aaaa I love roguelikes with surprise events

and lastly and DEFINITELY not least: that ending made me all warm and gooey on the inside aggggghghhhghh I love how agent 8 and Marina were the only ones to look at the player, that octoling awareness 💪🏾

also the end news report with off the hook posing in front of a picture of dedf1sh is killing me 💀💀💀, shawty will NOT be seen in person jnviahdsjkvn

edit: OOH OOH I FORGOT TO MENTION!! THE FIRST RUN I BEAT THE FINAL BOSS AND COMPLETED THE GAME WAS MY FIRST TIME USING THE ORDER ROLLER; I AM A ROLLER MAIN WITH A PURPOSE 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾 AND I'LL TRY IT WITH THE CHARGER WHEN I UNLOCK THAT TOO--

#and with that I can finally unblock the splatoon tags and happily search splatoon content on youtube again #splatoon side order #splatoon side order dlc #splatoon 3 #splat3 #side order #splatoon #splatoon dlc spoilers #fangirling

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leibholz-moved · 2 years ago

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#💖 jukebox #hhhhhh honour badge of ‘survived shift at work solely by imagining slow dancing to this with my f/o’….#i’m usually very mild about bowie but this cover always kicks my ass ……..

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satans-left-asscheeky · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'm not sure if you are currently taking requests but if you are I'd like to request how the F04 companions would react to a Sole Survivor who gets around by using Roller Skates!! Or just, is just really good at Roller skating in general.

Thank you! :D

This is so cute! Sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it 💖

Maccready

"Hey- Wait up! This is so not fair!"

Much to his annoyance, he'd have to jog to keep up with sole which would lead to a lot of bitching from Mac. Eventually, he'd either just shut up about it or get his own pair because he hated lagging behind so much. If he did get his own pair, Sole would definitely need to teach him how to skate because the first time he put the roller blades on he was a wobbly mess.

Hancock

"Would you look at you... Havin' fun?"

He'd fully expect a turn once sole was done. Once he had the skates on he'd try and take off just like he'd seen sole do and end up falling on his ass, so whith a hurt rump and pride he'd hand them back to sole and decide to leave the skating to them

Cait

"Take those damn things off.... you look ridiculous"

She didn't think this looked like a good idea. Sole was liable to fall down and break something, and what a stupid way to get injured

Danse

"This doesn't seem the slightest bit safe"

the paladin would hold his breath every time he saw the skate by, even if sole somehow managed to never fall.

Curie

"Oh, this looks like so much fun! Wherever did you find these madam/monsieur"

She'd wanna try to roller skate! Although as soon as she fell down and scuffed her knees and gave Sole the "🥺" face Sole decided it was time to put them up for a bit, at least until they could get Curie knee pads

Deacon

"You look like those waitresses at the old dinners... ah man, all we need now is a jukebox, and we're set"

He'd think it was great. He'd love to see them whip by on their skates. He'd get a massive kick out of them, especially when des and carrington would give them an annoyed glance at hq. Priceless

Piper

"Where'd you find those!? No, really, we've gotta get a pair for Nat."

Her and sole would scrounge the commonwealth looking for a pair of roller skates in Nats size. Once they found one Sole would then have to teach the preteen how to skate. Overall, it was a pretty wholesome exchange

Nick

"Heh, look at you! Gotta say I still am mad the institute didn't give me wheels... would make getting around a lot easier."

Much like dee, he'd think it was hilarious and adorable. He'd be a bit jealous when they were easily able to outpace him, and his old rusted body couldn't keep up, but oh well.

Preston

"I mean, you'll definitely get to settlements faster wearing those...."

He doesn't really understand why they're wear them... was it some prewar tradition? Either way, it was fine by him since its making them faster overall. Now, if only they could equip some more minutemen with these.... they could really be there at a minutes notice.

X6-88

"When you inevitably fall, I will not be helping you back up"

He finds it annoying the way the zipped around. They were drawing far to much unwanted attention for his taste

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dansa-i-neon · 1 year ago

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choose your favorite:

#harry styles #olivia rodrigo #dua lipa #billie eilish #ariana grande #ed sheeran #adele #taylor swift #sam smith #bruno mars #poll #2010s #2020s #pop music

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lemonnbug · 2 years ago

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So my request is eddie x plus size reader….maybe eddie and his friends go out to a bar for a night out. Reader and her friends are there having a good time all her friends are getting hitting and asked to dance. She is not…eddie noticed her immediately but is shy he finally gets up the courage to ask her she thinks/asks if it’s a joke because she thinks he’s so beautiful he wouldn’t dare ….they end up dancing and getting hot and heavy on the dance floor and eddie takes her back to his place good smutty ending please……I had another horrible dating experience yesterday I need some plus sized positivity 💕

💖💛💖💛

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Eddie x plus size f!reader

Warnings: filthy smut. Oral (f recieving), fingering, overstimulation, PinV, praise, alcohol, slight (blink and you'd miss it) fatphobia/body insecurity, I'm not gonna be shamed into proofreading.

You knew you shouldn't have agreed to come out with your friends to the bar, they had begged you to come along, saying you needed to "get out more" and "meet some guys". But you knew the guys around here were not your type, and you weren't theirs. Which was fine, you knew some people had their issues and vapid opinions on your body, but you also knew there were plenty of fish in the sea who wanted to swim in your pond, for lack of a better phrase. It was just nearly impossible to find those guys in Hawkins, let alone in the sleek, preppy bar (and you used that word loosely) you found yourself in, today's pop hits crooning from a shiny jukebox.

You watch as your friend Tiffany bats her eyes at yet another guy trying to keep her attention, while your other two friends flit around the place chatting and flirting away. You feel a pang of envy settle in your chest, you loved those girls, but they had no idea how easy it was for them to find guys. Granted, that didn't guarantee that they were good guys. Douchbags were the great equalizer, whether you're skinny, big, or somewhere in between, you're bound to run into them. The guy drags Tiffany from the bar, her laugh floating in the air as they start swaying to some Lionel Richie song, while you stand there, finger running along the rim of your barely touched drink. You have the sensation of being watched, your eyes scanning around the cramped place until they land on the culprit. Standing towards the back of the room with his gaze fixed firmly on you, was Eddie Munson. Long, wild haired, tatted up, chains and leather jacket wearing Eddie Munson. What the hell is he doing in a place like this? You try to hide the look of surprise, both from seeing him here and from catching him staring at you. You'd seen him around town sometimes but never really interacted with him much, you hadn't been in the same friend groups when you went to high school together, only sharing a few words about this or that when you had the same classes. Admittedly you'd always had a thing for him. But who didn't? The way he'd strut around the cafeteria like he owned the place, always loud and drawing attention to himself. And that smile. Wide and toothy and just asking to be kissed. You hadn't been very confident in school or you might have asked him out, even though the answer would probably have been a resounding 'no', it wouldn't have hurt to try. Your cheeks burn when you realize he's still staring at you, only now you notice his eyes aren't focused on your face, but rather roaming over your body, taking in the way your green velvet mini dress clung to your stomach and thighs, the sweetheart neckline showing just enough cleavage. He's staring so intensely you start to feel weirdly self-conscious, your arms coming to wrap around your front, pulling his eyes back up to yours. To say you're shocked would be an understatement as you watch him blush, his cheeks turning the prettiest dark shade of pink as he turns his head, pretending to be engrossed in what the guy standing next to him is saying.

You shrug and go back to people watching, not willing to let yourself overanalyze whatever the hell that just was. Tiffany walks over to you, grabbing your arm as she looks at you with puppy eyes. "Y/nnnnn," she whines, "I know I dragged you here, but would it be totally awful of me to leave now? It's just that Kyle, that's Kyle over there," she points to the guy she'd been dancing with, "me and him are gonna go, y'know, hang out." She raises her eyebrows suggestively causing you to laugh, "It's fine, Tiff. Really, I'm probably gonna leave soon anyway." She hugs you and scampers off, waving to your other friends before joining arms with the guy and walking towards the door.

"Hey," You jump at the deep voice suddenly beside you, turning to find Eddie, whose eyes are fighting to stay on yours instead of traveling down your body. "Oh, hey Eddie." He seems surprised that you remember him. "It's...Y/n, right?" You nod, smiling as you try to ignore how pretty he is. "Do you, um," he mumbles out, motioning towards the people in the center of the room, "wanna dance?" You let out a deep huff of laughter, "Yeah, right." What is he playing at? You notice the puzzled look on his face. "You wanna dance with me? Me?" You continue, cocking an eyebrow for emphasis. "Yes…" he slowly replies, a smile etching its way onto his face, "this was the least shitty song they had." The beginning of "She Bop" starts playing and you're even more confused. Eddie Munson, drop dead gorgeous Eddie Munson, wants to dance with you. You. Nodding, you set your drink down as you both walk to the middle of the room.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like the way he was watching your hips sway, your arms coming to rest on his shoulders as his trace along your sides, his eyes hungrily watching you. "I'm actually surprised you're here," you say in a low voice, "it doesn't really seem like your scene." He grins, letting his hands wander a bit further down, "A buddy made me come, needed a wingman." Laughing, you pull him closer, your swaying ending up more like soft grinding, "And how did that work out?" You ask, hearing him audibly swallow as your soft body presses against his, large hands moving to your ass, caressing you through the fabric of your dress. "He left about fifteen minutes ago with some chick, so pretty well, I'd say."

"Then why'd you stay?" You run a finger over the tattoo peeking out from his shirt collar. "I uh, I wanted to say hi." His bulge presses into you, breathing growing heavy as you sway your body into his. You weren't very confident in highschool, but you know a thing or two now. You run your hand down his chest as you lean closer, making him flick his eyes back up to yours. "Is that all you wanted to do?"

Eddie's hands are all over you the second you close your bedroom door, your roommate thankfully wasn't home when you'd pulled up with Eddie in his van. His lips are on yours in a searing kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as you taste each other. You push his jacket off his shoulders, followed quickly by his shirt, your hands wandering shamelessly over his body, covered in tattoos and pale scars. He palms your breasts over your dress, moaning into your mouth while gently kneading them, before running down your middle and over your soft stomach, stopping to squeeze the supple flesh of your hips. "You're so fucking hot," he mumbles into your mouth, his fingers moving to toy with the hem of your dress, "want you so fucking bad." You reach down and pull the dress over your head, leaving you in your lace panties and matching bra. Thank goodness you'd thought to wear those instead of your usual set. "Then what are you waiting for?"

With that he backs you up until your legs hit the bed, dropping to sit down as he stands over you, brows furrowed as he looks at you with lust-blown eyes, so dark they're almost black. He cups your face, thick fingers engulfing your soft jaw as his thumbs move back and forth over your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you again, stealing the breath from your lungs. "Scoot up the bed." You oblige without question, watching as he unbuckles his belt and takes his jeans off, a very large bulge in his boxers pulling your attention, wetness pooling between your legs. He crawls forward onto the bed, hands running up your legs and hooking under them, "Come here, pretty girl," he yanks you down closer to him, fuck he's strong, capturing your lips in a kiss. His lips feel soft against yours as his hands trail up your body, pawing at your thick, soft thighs, and then caressing your belly, his touches pulling little moans from you as he breaks away, nipping at your neck and soothing the area with wet kisses, going lower and lower until he's suckling at the exposed skin of your breasts, hellbent on leaving marks. You're so lost in the feeling of his mouth on you that you don't notice him easing his way down, leaving a hot trail down to your stomach where he places soft kisses all over, trailing his tongue over your stretch marks, hands kneading into the doughy flesh of your thighs as you whimper from the attention he's giving to every inch of your body, practically worshiping it. "So pretty," he mumbles against you, "so fucking pretty."

His kisses trail further down, over your now soaked through panties as he hooks his fingers under them, leaning back to pull them over your thighs, tossing them on the floor before leaning back down, pushing your legs apart as his face hovers over your mound.

You gasp when his tongue licks a strip up your outer lips, licking up and down to nudge them apart until he can run it through your folds, laving at the slick that's collected there, drinking you down. "Eddie," your hands go to tangle in his hair, trying to push him further into you, which he happily allows, burying his face deep into your sopping pussy. He moans against you, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through you. The room is filled with the lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at your cunt for what feels like an eternity of bliss, one hand snaking up to prod at your slit, a single digit pushing into you and curling up, brushing against your most sensitive spot.

"That feel good, pretty girl?" He asks as you start bucking your hips up, desperate for more. You feel your release starting to build, unable to stop the moans falling from your lips as his tongue flicks against your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "That's it, baby. Just like that." You feel it snap, your climax hitting you so intensely, a wave of arousal pooling out of you and soaking Eddie's face as he groans, greedily lapping up as much as he can before you start to push him away from the overstimulation.

He sits back on his haunces, grinning down at you all flushed and out of breath, one of his hands reaching into his boxers to grasp his length, giving slow, steady pumps. Despite the sensitivity, your body wants him. Needs him. "Please," you whine, eyes flickering down to watch him stroke himself, "I need you inside me." Without any hesitation he pushes his boxers down and throws them to the floor, your mouth watering at the size of him as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance, leaning down to kiss you before plunging deep into your pussy, bottoming out with a groan. "Fuck," he hisses, setting a quick rhythm, "you feel so fucking good." You grab onto his shoulders as he mercilessly pounds into you, dragging the most wanton, pornographic sounds from you as he stretches you in a way you've never been before. "Taking me so well, pretty girl." His praises add to the ecstasy coursing through your body, the ember of your orgasm growing and growing with each thrust of his cock, until you feel yourself tipping over the edge, screaming his name as your walls clench around him, his hips snapping against you frantically as you pull him over with you, giving one last deep thrust before stilling atop you.

After a minute he pulls out and rolls over, the palm of his hand resting on your thigh as you both catch your breath. "That was, um," you pant, too thoroughly fucked out to form a coherent sentence. "Really fucking good?" He offers with a laugh, rolling onto his side to look at you, fingers coming up to run over the lace of your bra. All you can do is not your head, mesmerized by how pretty he looks. A smirk spreads across his face, a mischievous glint flickering in his big brown eyes.

"Wanna go again?"

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