#🕯️— Headcanon

[thedayshiftisntthatbad]

Headcanon that Parker gets mistaken for a child sometimes because they're short. She's a whopping 4'9" at 20 years old. Their face is as cute as a doll's and their soul is very innocent. But, they're an employee!

[faustiantales]

𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖛𝖗

Dark Descent: Info-kun X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, dubcon, headcanon info-kun name, underaged sex, fingering, vaginal penetration

Synopsis: Kenzo's little sister sought his help for a VR game. Since the game she's playing is an 'immersive' visual novel romance, with his aid, the line between reality and fantasy blurred — as well as the line between siblings.

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        The room was bathed in the soft glow of the computer monitor, casting an eerie light on [Y/n]'s focused face as she navigated through the virtual world of 'Amorous Abyss.' It was a game she'd heard whispers about, a visual novel rumored to be so immersive it was like living a second life. Her heart raced with excitement as she approached the moment she'd been eagerly awaiting for weeks.

        [Y/n] had chosen her love interest carefully: Kai, the brooding, mysterious hero with a heart of gold hidden beneath layers of angst. His digital eyes seemed to gaze into hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was time for their relationship to take a steamy turn, and she was more than ready.

        But there was a problem. The game's latest update included a feature she hadn't anticipated: a full-body immersion system that mimicked intimate contact with the characters. The game's description called it 'revolutionary,' but she knew she needed help to authenticate the experience.

        Her thoughts drifted to her older brother, Kenzo. He was the closest person she had to a confidant, and she knew he'd be able to keep a secret. Plus, she'd caught him playing games with mature content before. He'd understand. She took a deep breath and picked up her phone, and the decision was made. Her thumbs danced across the screen as she composed a text message, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

        "Niisama, I need to talk to you about something...it's kind of weird," she typed, hitting send before she could second-guess herself. The anticipation grew as she waited for his response, the game's romantic background music swelling around her.

        The redhead's reply was swift. "What's up, [N/n]? You okay?"

        Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that her brother was stuck on gadgets 24/7, though she never expected him to reply to her message this fast, especially when he deemed it 'insignificant'. Most of the time, he would just ignore her message or leave it on 'seen' when he's busy doing his shady dealings. Thankfully, this time, he seems free to acknowledge her.

        "Can you come to my room? It's about this game I'm playing. I need some advice," she responded, pursing her lips in anticipation.

        She heard his footsteps in the hallway, and a moment later, her bedroom door creaked open. Kenzo's face was a mix of curiosity and concern. Though the second emotion appeared only for a split second — by the time his narrowed, red orbs landed on her, intrigue and annoyance masked his features.

        "What's going on?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

        The girl swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her older brother's gaze on her. Kenzo was always a man of few words, but he had a knack for making his presence known. His arms were folded across his chest, and he waited for her to speak, his curiosity piqued by the urgency in her message.

        "It's about the new VR game I got," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to... experience it fully, but I need your help."

        The bespectacled male raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

        Her eyes darted to the floor as she gathered her courage. Her older brother's gaze was heavy, but she knew she had to ask. So, with whatever little courage she had, she gathered everything and stared straight at her brother's ruby orbs, which were looking at her intensely, making her feel small and vulnerable. 

        "There's a... scene coming up, and I need a stand-in for the physical part. It's just for the game," she rushed out, hoping he'd understand.

        Her brother's expression morphed from confusion to surprise and then, to her relief, to amusement. [Y/n] felt her heart leaped with hope, knowing that her brother would be willing to listen to her trivial concerns and give her the advice she needed.

        "You want me to... help you with that?" He chuckled, his voice low.

        She nodded, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "Please, Niisama. It's important to me. I've never felt this way about a game before."

        He studied her for a moment, his eyes softening as he stepped into the room. "Okay, but you have to explain everything to me."

        With trembling hands, she demonstrated the VR setup, showing him the controllers and the headset. She explained the intimate scenes in detail, her voice growing softer with each word. Kenzo's smile faded, replaced by a look of understanding.

        "Alright, I'll help you," he said finally, his voice a gentle rumble. "But only if you're sure this is what you want."

        She nodded, a spark of excitement igniting in her chest. "I'm positive."

        "Let's get this over with, then," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of something she couldn't quite place. The redhead took the headset from her, his eyes meeting hers.

        As the headset slipped over her eyes, the real world faded away, and she was transported into the arms of Kai, her virtual lover. The sensations began to overwhelm her, and she reached out, her hand brushing against something warm and solid.

        Her heart jumped up in her chest. It was Kenzo, standing next to her, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air. [Y/n] briefly removed the headset, looking at her redheaded older brother with an apologetic expression, which he only responded with an unreadable expression.

        "Sorry," she murmured, her cheeks flushing even deeper. He snickered, his hand dropping to his side.

        "No problem," he said, his voice thick with something she hadn't heard before—desire?

        [Y/n] put on the headset once more and the VR game began to play out, and she felt the digital whispers of Kai's breath against her ear. Her body responded instinctively, her breath hitching in anticipation. Kenzo's hand found hers, and she squeezed it tightly as the scene grew more intense. The fabric of her pajamas felt rough against her skin, a stark contrast to the soft caresses she felt in the game.

        The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires. It didn't take long for the siblings to move to the bed, mirroring the scenario played in the game. [Y/n] could feel her body reacting to the sensations, and she knew her brother could feel it too. His thumb began to trace circles on the back of her hand, sending shivers up her arm. Her heart raced in her chest, thudding like a bass in a dance club.

        The moment arrived. Kai's digital hands began to undress her, and she felt Kenzo's own hands mimic the movements. His touch was gentle but firm, his skin warm and real against hers. The game's graphics were stunning, the fabric of her dress sliding away to reveal her naked body. She gasped as she felt her brother's hand cup her bare breast, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple.

        The line between reality and the game blurred as she leaned into his touch. The VR world swirled around them, the only sounds were the sighs of the virtual lovers and their ragged breathing. Her body arched off the bed, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as Kenzo's hand traveled lower, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

        The game's narrative grew more heated, and the girl felt her arousal mirror Kai's digital passion. Her brother's touch grew bolder, his fingers delving into her wetness, exploring her folds. She couldn't tell if the sensations were coming from the game or her brother's hand, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted more.

        Her hips began to move in time with the rhythm of his fingers, her body undulating like a wave in the sea of desire. The VR world melded with the physical one, and she could feel Kai's mouth on hers, his tongue probing deeply, as Kenzo's kissed her neck. It was as if the two men were one, their passion intertwined in a dance of flesh and pixels.

        The climax built within her, a crescendo of pleasure that she'd never felt before. She threw her head back, her moans echoing through the headset. Her brother's other hand found her hip, holding her in place as he drove her closer to the edge. The room spun around her, a whirlwind of sensations that left her gasping for breath.

        And then it hit her, the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, tearing through her like a tornado. She bucked against the redhead's hand, her body convulsing with pleasure. She could feel his arousal pressing against her leg, and she reached out, her hand wrapping around his hard length.

        As the last waves of her climax subsided, she opened her eyes, the VR world fading away. Kenzo's eyes were dark with lust, and she knew at that moment that their relationship had shifted forever. The game had brought them together in a way she'd never dared to dream of.

        But now, as she looked into his eyes, she knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives—a chapter filled with passion, secrets, and a bond that was no longer purely familial. With trembling hands, she removed the headset, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the sultry embrace of the virtual world.

        "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Kenzo's eyes searched hers, the intensity of the moment weighing heavily on them both. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek.

        "Don't thank me," he murmured, his hand sliding from her hip to the back of her neck. "This is just the start."

        Without another word, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was every bit as passionate as the ones she'd shared with Kai in the game. His tongue danced with hers, the taste of him intoxicating. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before—real, raw, and all-consuming.

        [Y/n]'s hand tightened around his shaft, her movements growing more confident as she felt him respond to her touch. She could feel his pulse racing through his veins, the beat matching the frantic rhythm of her own heart. His kiss grew deeper, more demanding, and she met him with equal fervor.

        They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked. The air was charged with a tension that could have powered the city outside their window. He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers.

        "We should..." she began, but he silenced her with another kiss.

        Kenzo's hands slid down her body, peeling away her pajamas. Her skin was alive with sensation, every inch of her yearning for his touch. He paused, his eyes raking over her naked form with an appreciation that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

        "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper.

        And then, with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating, he removed his clothes, throwing them across the room like a sack��of potatoes. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, a stark contrast to the softness of hers. [Y/n] could feel her own pulse hammering in her throat, her eyes wide with a mix of lust and awe. She could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against her, and she spread her legs, inviting him in.

        Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, a dance of passion and need. Kenzo's kisses grew more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. He knew just where to touch her, just how to make her gasp and arch her back, her body a canvas for his desires.

        And as they became one, the barrier between the game and reality shattered. The digital world of 'Amorous Abyss' faded away, replaced by the very real sensation of her brother inside her, his movements driving her towards another peak of pleasure. The lines blurred until she couldn't tell where the game ended and her new reality began.

        "So this is what you truly meant by help, huh?" the redhead sneered, cleaning his glasses while thrusting into his little sister's tight hole without mercy.

        [Y/n] nodded, unabashed, feeling the warmth spread through her body. Her cheeks were flushed with a perfect pink hue, her tresses damp with sweat and sticking to her forehead. She let out a couple of wanton mewls, her inhibition gone when her brother continued his relentless assault on her poor cunt.

        Kenzo's strokes grew stronger, more demanding, as he watched his sister's body respond to his touch. He'd never seen her like this—so open, so vulnerable, so desperate for release. It was intoxicating, and he found himself getting lost in the moment, forgetting the taboo nature of their situation.

        "Such a slut," he growled darkly, ruby eyes narrowing to a judging glare, his signature smirk adorning his lips. "But you're mine now, aren't you?"

        [Y/n] nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built up within her. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of Kenzo's cock sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her core. She felt his grip on her hips tighten, his pace quickening as he approached his own climax.

        But amidst the whirlwind of passion, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered a warning. This was her brother, the person she'd grown up with, the one who'd protected her from monsters under the bed. Yet here they were, sharing the most intimate of moments. Would this change everything?

        The question was forgotten as Kenzo's hand found her clit, his thumb rubbing it in perfect time with his thrusts. She threw her head back, crying out his name as the orgasm claimed her once again. The room was a blur of lights and sounds, their cries of pleasure melding together in a symphony of lust.

        And when it was over, when they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They'd crossed a line, and there was no going back. But as she felt his heartbeat against her chest, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of something incredible, something that had been hidden within the pixels of a game all along.

        Kenzo rolled onto his side, his arm draped around her waist, and she could feel his breath against her neck. His cock was still hard, still buried inside her, and she shivered with the aftershocks of pleasure. For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the steady thump of their hearts.

        "That was..." he began, his voice trailing off.

        "Incredible," she finished for him, her breathing still ragged.

        "Should we make this a regular thing?" he teased, humping his hardening cock against her entrance.

        The sensation of his thickness sliding in and out of her was so real, so intense, that she could hardly believe she'd ever lived without it. [Y/n]'s eyes widened with surprise and a thrill of excitement, biting her lips to prevent a shameless moan from escaping her lips.

        "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice breathy.

        Kenzo leaned in, his eyes gleaming with sinister mischief. "You know what I mean. Every time you play that game, I'll be here, bringing those scenes to life. What do you say, little sis?"

        The girl felt a rush of conflicting emotions—shock, arousal, and a hint of fear. But the excitement won out. She nodded, her voice a whisper. "Okay."

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

[yesimilkdamilkman]

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫... {𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑}

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Render credits: @ave661 Part 3, is finally here!! Different format this time :33 Yes, I know its been a very long time. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; hybrid bunny! reader taking care of big meaty men, while they're sick.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Everybody is sick or gets sick, cough cough. heavy simon x reader and price x reader this time.

04.14.24 | 𝟕𝟏𝟓 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Taking temperatures, making tea, switching sheets, running baths, heading to the forest for fruits, herbs, and honey. That was the last 2 days for you, everyone came back from a mission, and they were feeling alright at first. But then it hit them, starting with Soap, then Gaz, Price, and finally Simon.

Gaz was constantly throwing up, giving you no more than an hour before you had to change his sheets again. Simon was mostly asleep, but he had a fever and a dry throat. Soap was the first to have a fever before it hit everyone else, Price was right along with Simon, dead asleep; which Price reminded you of the bears once winter came. The tea that they had, was good somewhat healthy for them, you made some enough to tie them over while you ventured out to the wildness,

You plucked berries off the bushes, collecting raw honey from bee hives. It brought you a sense of nostalgia, your life before you were hit by that car. But no time to think about the past, you have sick friends at home who are counting on you.

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Getting back not too long after your departure there was a loud thump as you stepped in through the back door. Quickly dropping the basket, and rushing up the stairs, to find the source. You peeked in everyone's room, you finally made it to Price's room, he was fine for the most part. But his lamp was on the floor along with a few cigars..

"Ah, luv be a doll an- *cough* and me a cigar will ya?" Price dared to ask you for a cigar while he was sick, and he knew how you felt about them; as they weren't good for him or the environment in any way. You let out a loud huff, large ears dropping a bit before you grabbed them.

Price's face started to light, thinking you would give him one. But much to his dismay up picked them up and walked right past him, opening up his window and chucking them out. Price for once was dumbfounded by your behavior, opened up his mouth to question your actions but was interrupted by a coughing fit. You quickly left the room, and brought back some water, to tie him over once more until you could make the tea.

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You've made everyone tea, even though when it came to giving it to Gaz, he was a little hesitant that you got it from the forest. You really don't see the problem, if it's from the forest; that's been untouched by man, then it's healthier the fruits they buy at the store.

Simon did scare the shit out of you, coming out of his room while you were half asleep, making more tea for Soap. He was just standing in the entrance of of the room, watching and could feel his gaze shooting daggers into your back.

You could hear the floor creak under him, as he approached you. Adding some of his body weight to you. calloused fingers running through your curls, his other hand wrapping around your waist and swaying your bodies together.

"Rest, you must." you say quietly, enjoying the moment you two were having. Only getting a grunt in response, as your bodies continue to sway with one another.

You could see his finger slowly reaching for something in your peripheral, you slapped Simon's hand away, realizing he was trying to stick his finger in the tea. Quickly slapping his hand away, you ask "What's wrong? Cough, dry throat, headache, fever?" you began naming things off the top of your head.

"Headache," He said almost immediately. You moved away from him, opened up the fridge, and grabbed some tea you had pre-made, just in case. Heating it up, and forcing Simon back to bed.

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As the week passed everyone got better and recovered, they were called back 2 weeks later and were gone for 3 days. and when they returned. Their bunny wasn't at the door trying to hug them all at once, but instead was found upstairs in Price's bed, wrapped in Simon's blanket, wearing Soap's socks, and wearing one of Gaz's gloves. With tissues everywhere, and a trash nearly full of throw up.

They got you sick.

Tagist : @h0ney-mushroom, @bangtandaze

[kaq3yma]

𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 featuring michael kaiser

syn: soft launched on instagram by the infamous prodigy

⸻ cw: slight languages, instagram au, and very short

qeena's brief note: qeena trying an instagram au with kaiser after a whole year not making it?!! 😱 ik it's super short but tumblr won't allow more ten pictures soo i guess i'll have to deal with that for now and so sorry for the pictures, theyre like the best i could find (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ but how about a part two??? i might consider it, i might not lol idk buttt... i guess that's all for now keehee ! tell me how you feel about this one, whether or not should i continue making similar fics like this 🤔 thank you everyone, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚

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michael_k_fans michael kaiser was seen last night hugging with a mysterious woman. Could it be that this unknown woman is the prodigy's plus one?

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fan1 we don't know yet, it could be his mom or his sister lol

fan5 replies no shi, his mom not in the pic no more and he's an only child 💀

fan2 ITS SOOO OBVIOUS 😭😭😭 naur my heart is breakingg

fan3 that's me yall fr 💯😎

fan6 replies u wish

fan7 replies delulu is not always the solulu

fan4 if you look at it carefully, u can see me crying on the corner

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"Micha, why the hell you tagged me for bro?!" The weird-haircut boy snickers in amusement, continue typing away on his phone with a huge grin on his face "Shuddup, donkey. I got lots of comments here telling me I'm a lucky man." You thrash yourself beside him on the bed, grunting loudly.

"You are a dork. I got so many friends request and what am I supposed to do about that?" He throw his phone down, spreading his arms to put them around your waist to tug you close "You can make another account like I do. It's not that hard, liebling." You push his face off, murmuring incoherent words beneath your breaths "Idiot. This wouldn't happen if you hadn't tag me at all in the first place." He laughs, grabbing you back to put you beside him on the bed.

"Come on, it's fine right? You're not mad at me are you?" You sighed, not bothered to argue anymore and just lie down beside him.

"du bist süß, schatz..."

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[spirit-lanterns]

"Maybe she’s really good at making coffee for you too"

keyword: maybe. her ass is NOT making good coffee😭😭 ik cuz the only people who can canonically drink her coffee are pela and dan heng

but himeko is hot so i'll drink her milk instead😋😋 (love how the fanfic fandom agreed himeko's tiddy milk would be scrumptious)

-🐆anon from ur genshin blog

Himeko has tiddy milk even as an android? 🤭

I mean, with a few adjustments to her programming and structure, the Engineer can definitely give her a lactation feature! If the Engineer is ever feeling restless and needs a quick break from her work, she’ll just spin around, ask Himeko to peel down her dress, and then latch her lips onto her boobs and suckle the milk right out.

It certainly helps to de-stress after a particularly hard day of fixing. Himeko certainly enjoys it <3

[applesontheground]

so far away, come on home🕯️

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY FIVE - PUSSY SLAPPING

again, still playing catchup, but i'm going back to a couple classic crushes as we round this month of utter, unbridled thirst out. missed this backwoods babe (along with his brother if you're a sinclair fan in general like yours truly), and since i do so much of him being a sweetheart in my other works...let's mix it up, let's make him a little meaner this time around. for posterity!

...just a little, though. i tend to project my trauma onto this man in specific, so mind the warnings before proceeding. (i don't delve into anything terribly specific, obviously, but ykwim).

NSFW | Word Count: 2,375 | Lester Sinclair x Female Reader contains MILD DUBCON, ex-boyfriend lester/mentions of previous abuse & relationships, public sex, degradation, hatefucking, slapping, biting, middle name headcanon jumpscare, bo sinclair guest star appearance (audience boos) 🎼: x, x

You had figured a good place to find old friends, some solace while off the grid, would be a dive bar you frequented maybe ten, almost fifteen years before. You didn’t care if you saw people from high school. So long as it wasn’t familiar faces from your current circles.

Getting out of relationships was an ordeal, and you figured with your own values (besides the tendency to run when things got too heavy) that it should be that earth-shattering when you had loved hard enough, fully. Still, you were now wounded in ways you had to learn to live with all over again.

It wasn’t the first rodeo, at the very least.

In fact, it wouldn’t hurt to find some old roots sticking out of the ground. You had grown up in a small town nearby, now off the map and surrounded by forest – and while you weren’t eager to travel that way, you could do the bar that you liked to trek out to when you finally got your own car, looking old enough to not be asked twice if you went before you were twenty one. The bar had something to drown everything outside of who you were when you left Louisiana, and bring you back to a reflection that was more familiar. Someone not so bruised by abrasive voices, opinions that swept a personality to the wayside when you stood beside it, a decade of living.

Sitting down, you ordered a shot of whiskey, and a chaser when the older woman serving you gave you a look. “You’re right. I’m not that tough,” You joked, getting her to laugh, but as she turned, and your eyes took in the rest of the room – you recognized someone in the corner by the billiards table.

He had been looking at you since you walked in, uncertain if it was who he really thought he was seeing until you met eyes with him. [Y/e/c]s as harsh as the day he last peered into them, and as fearful now as he had hoped they would be upon meeting again. You tensed up, standing again as soon as you had tried to sit and realizing how fucking stupid this idea could be in the case of him.

Not that root, you concurred in mild horror as the small glass and can of soda was set down in front of you, and you fought a smile.

He looked away, taking hold of the keys hanging off his belt. You downed the shot, smiling with a pained face from the alcohol but playing it off. A perfect lie to hide from the real reason you were reeling physically. Hearing the pool balls break, you thanked the bartender and set a bill that was far too generous for just one spurt of liquor and murmured quickly, “Keep the change, thanks again.”

You slid through the back doors, a chain smoker holding it open for you which you thanked in a hurry, but as you went off the sidewalk and rushed back to your car, regret gripping you by the stomach hard and cursing this idea now that you saw you would just run into another fucking ex-boyfriend – he had you by the shoulder.

“I have a knife.” You warned immediately, flinching out of his hold as he turned you around. He was far angrier up close, and seethed, voice ten years older and still in a somewhat loose drawl, “I do, too, [Y/N].” He grabbed you by the shirt, and to your horror the truck he was driving nowadays was parked right next to yours.

You considered yelling, but noticed he wasn’t grabbing his keys anymore as he adjusted his belt again.

“So, what the hell brought you back?” He lamented, “I was doin’ just fine ‘til I saw your face again.” His nails dug into your hips, fumbling with your belt now and shivering from rage. “Remember me, dontcha?”

“Lester Lee Sinclair.” You breathed, “And I didn’t think you made it out this far from Ambrose, so sorry we had to see each other.” You pushed his hand off your hip, but it reattached at your throat now, and he murmured, “She’s sorry now, is she?”

“Knock it off.” You grabbed his wrist, and although he shook at the contact he squeezed harder, but you choked out, “I’m running from enough trashy dudes as is, don’t need you back in that mess.”

He refused to let go, taking hold of your crotch now and muttering, “No. No, we ain’t done here. Ain't been done for ten goddamn..."

He was distracted for a moment, but when you clenched your thighs around his hand, he pulled off again in a change of heart, face taut as he tried to keep looking disgusted by you. Still, when you tried to push him away a second time, he only drove a knee in place against your seam.

“I’d call you a tramp if I didn’t-“ He stopped again, slapping you below the belt and making you jump hard, fighting against him again but getting pinned against the truck by your shoulders, and he spit it out with another push against your body with his chest. “If I didn’t want you so bad still.”

Your eyes widened, and although your knee was out and now dug into his stomach, you didn’t push. He sighed, but when you moved your leg you muttered, “Well, lucky for both of us, I could use a good fuck after the shit I’ve been through since we last saw each other.”

He froze up, looking at you before looking down at your chest. Then, without another word, he put his lips on yours. It wasn't a loving one, one that asked how dare you mention that last time. It was the same grimy hints of tobacco and that nasty cinnamon whiskey he liked – something you had outgrown, but obviously not Lester. His hands stopped at your chest, feeling the size of your breasts, almost comparing them from the days of fooling around as teenagers.

He undid your belt, and your hands fumbled down to undo his. “Right here?” You then grumbled, a trail of spit still connecting your bottom lip to his. He muttered, “I ain’t taking you home, so it’s here or in the bushes." He smiled, nodding now, "Should fuck you in that nasty ass bathroom back at the bar."

“Still a gentleman,” You tsked, but nipped at his neck before finding his cock, grabbing hard and making whatever insult he had loaded melt into a furious, shivering moan in your ear. “Dirty lil' dog learned some new tricks.” He retorted, but he had fingers in your panties now, feeling your entrance in the rhythm he still had down, the one that always got to you fast.

“God damn, didn’t forget.” You gasped, but soon he was pulling your pants down a little further, your eyes fluttering to the bar just across the small parking lot before he slapped your cunt again, making you jerk in his hold and let out a yelp from behind clenched teeth.

“[Y/N]-“ He slapped again, watching your eyes roll. “[M/N]-“ He continued in a low grumble, seeing you fall forward but pushing your shoulder against his truck’s window again as his hand connected with your pussy. “[L/N].” He delivered a third slap, making you stand on your toes and finally cry out, unable to keep your mouth shut.

“Shhh, now if we get caught-“ He smiled at you, “That’s public indecency.”

You held the back of his neck, and sputtered, “Shut the fuck up, you’re the one doing this to me.” You bit him, leaning in to nip at his throat again between babbles into his skin, feeling him shudder all the while. “It’s fine, I can take a hit. Just do what you gotta.”

He threw the door to his truck open, pushing you back and making your back bend an uncomfortable amount. Another haul got your backside up on the passenger seat. He gave one wary glance out the other window to make sure no one was leaving the building just a few yards away from where he was parked, but then pushed your shirt up to see your bra, feel your soft stomach that trembled under his touch.

"Shit, don't shake." He crawled between your legs, one leg planted on the floor of the truck as he towered over, "I ain't gonna hurt ya too bad." You smiled, bracing and anticipating another hit.

Instead, his hands were on either side of your legs, feeling up to your knees and just staring down, mouth open.

He fumbled his cock free, prodding skin against skin now and making you sigh deeply. He poked around, hands coming over to hold the center console your head was trying to lay comfortably against.

"C-" He stopped himself, and you whispered back, "What, gonna call me another nasty name?"

"Can't..." He pushed into you with a shift of his hips, hands shaking as they white knuckled the space by your ear, "Can't hurt you too badly 'fore I start feelin' awful, [Y/N]." He pulled out slightly, but his expression shook as he pushed back in just as suddenly, beginning to rut. "Even if you deserve it."

Your eyes stared up, smile gone before your hands now rested on his stomach, and you just let him pound you, back searing in pain from the bend as his eyes screwed shut, soft names from both of your youths coming back to him. "Angel, baby... You're still the best pussy 've ever gotten."

His lean stomach muscles began twitching, shaking violently as he looked at you. You mouthed the words, It's okay. Then, swallowing again you whimpered, "Cum inside me, baby. It's okay."

He fell forwards, head inches from yours in another kiss, and it almost sounded like weeping as he moaned and licked into your mouth, hips fluid as he bottomed out over and over, rode the sensation through his release and enjoyed your shivering back, hands on his neck again as you met his kisses with the same ravenous pull.

The two of you disconnected quickly after a few long beats of tangling in each other, not making eye contact as you found his cigarettes under the passenger seat. A place he kept them when he started smoking at 14, you remember it clearly.

Standing outside between your car and truck, you smoked in silence with him. He looked up again, but you didn't meet his eyes, staring at the tire behind him, shy to address him now after so much vulgarity. Your pussy hurt, and it was going to hurt for a couple days, but you almost enjoyed that reminder that you still could get so much from a guy like him.

“How many?”

“What?”

“Said, how many?” He shook his head, “Won’t be mad, just wanna know.”

“Two,” You looked out into the street, watching a car pass with their brights flashing against your face, “And believe me, they don’t know anything about me anymore.” You turned, and mentioned, “I run in the other direction until I can’t after breakups. You know that. Don’t go crawling back to my exes…” You smirked, “Normally.”

He tilted his head at that, “Then, what about me?”

You stared at him, and when he looked over to see the twinge in your expression, you reminded him, “I…I hadn't thought I’d see you here. Even after all these years.” You smiled, but it was forced on your face, making your cheeks ache slightly, “Not a normal night for me, if you couldn’t tell.”

He pushed off the door, now coming over to face you and throwing his cigarette on the ground. “Nah?” He then goaded, standing toe to toe with you. You grinned at him, making him do it in turn as you parroted. “Nah.”

“What’d you mean by…?” He then asked, slacking against you in a way that pinned you to the side of his truck again, albeit more defeated than furious. Your jaw fell open, looking at the asphalt, but then swallowed it and replied, “Nothing I want to repeat, Lester.” You shook your head, “Just…know it’s best no one knows where I am. No men, no friends…” You looked to his chest, noting the different sunspots and freckles you were catching now between this night and the last time you had seen him. “Just Lester Lee.”

His eyes bore into you, but you looked back, and it was all you could offer before he leaned in. His arms pulled you off the metal of his truck bed, into him with hands on your back as he sighed into your shoulder. “God, [Y/N] …”

“Les!” You recognized the other voice calling from the sidewalk around the bar, ducking down to a crouch from an old instinct. You didn’t care for anyone else seeing you with your ex – especially his brothers. They were a pair you had been hiding from since you were kids, too.

“Lester!” Bo called again, and you watched the man let go of you. “What now?”

"Just wonderin' where you went, all pissed off and shit." He replied, and then asked, "Look, I'm gettin' tired. We gonna head back soon?"

"Sure. Meant to ask, we got room for one more?" He then asked, tugging your shirt and getting you to slowly stand. He added, giving your ass a squeeze from behind the truck, "Jus' for tonight, promise."

He looked you over, and when you cleared your throat and tried to think of what to say, he smiled slowly and said enough to know things were clicking in his head along with his hands settling on his hips.

“Well, look who decided to come home.”

[andstillwesqueak]

🚀 𓏲 ˚ ⊹ little clark 🌾 ꒱

[spaceagebachelormann]

doing your makeup with phantom of the opera characters !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagny, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

✧ additional info: these can be read as any versions! however characters like christine and meg are mainly based off the book and musical versions :) can also be read platonically OR romantically

✧ nav. — m.list

*ೃ༄ christine daaé

she does her makeup with you!

i feel like she prefers doing hers with someone in the room so she can a second opinion on how hers looks and she’ll do the same for them

she’d probably ask you to help her put some of it on cause book!christine canonically has bad vision

and she’d ask to do some of urs for funsies :)

despite her bad eyesight i feel like she’s actually very good at it cause she’s gotten used to it

overall a very nice experience cause christine is such a cutie <3

ೃ༄ erik destler

he’s intrigued

i feel like he also knows how to do makeup cause he wanted to cover up his face

anyway!! he’d only know how to use foundation and stuff for ur skin so hes rlly interested in mascara and eyeliner and eyeshadow and that stuff

100% let’s u try lipsticks on his arm

he also gives u his honest opinion on ur makeup when ur finished or almost finished (i hc hes brutually honest)

he also asks like a lot of questions

“what’s this” and he’s holding ur highlighter

probably also wants u to put some on him but is too afraid to ask

ೃ༄ raoul de chagny

he’s kind of like christine

but he’s much more energetic abt it

will suggest u wear the sparkliest eyeshadow he can find 😭

other than that he knows literally nothing about makeup but still wants to try and do it for you

and it’s best to say no because chances are he’ll fuck it up (badly)

he’ll also randomly pick something up and put it on himself for funsies

when he finds ur blush he’ll put them directly on his cheeks in circles like when little kids find their moms makeup

probably takes forever to clean him up too

he’s rlly inquisitive during it and asks nonstop questions but most of them are just to be annoying

ೃ༄ meg giry

almost the same as raoul but she mainly just yaps the whole time

it’s actually a very calming experience with her surprisingly

u just sit there and do ur thing and she’ll mind her own business and talk abt her day and asks abt urs too!

it’s also a gossip session

“i heard that carlotta might get fired and replaced by christine” is probably a common one

another one who’s brutually honest and gives her opinion

is not afraid to tell u if u look like shit but like 99% of the time she tells u look absolutely lovely

ೃ༄ carlotta giudicelli

so as we all know she’s kinda mean.. so she’s also very honest about your makeup

if your friends she’ll most likely just be saying it to make sure u look ur best, even if she is a little rude about it

if she doesn’t like you she just wants to piss you off

but she probably also wouldn’t be there if y’all weren’t friends

i feel like if u were taking too long or just didn’t look good enough (to her standards) she’d just be like “oh my god let me” and start doing it for u

if she’s not doing that she’ll use the time to practice her singing

she enjoys ur company and probably becomes nicer during this time <3

taglist : @faerieroyal (ik ur not on my phantom taglist but i love attention 😭)

[sapphirecherry]

my sam headcanons!

likes honey in his coffee

elastics > scrunchies

loves to cook big hearty meals in crockpots and slow cookers (dean won’t let him near open flames or ovens)

allergic to dust

favourite flavour is vanilla (the real stuff not fake)

homemade pesto is his favourite dip

uses spearmint and pine scented body wash

owns (and lives in) an oodie

treats himself to a long bubble bath at the end of every week

rebinds his favourite books with leather covers and gold lettering

no playlists just liked songs

always wins at monopoly

always loses go fish

picks his nails/lips when he’s restless

i’ve got a lot more i just don’t want this to be too long

[ang3lofdivinity]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁! ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Relationship(s): Slightly Yandere!Sprout + GN!Toon!Reader

Genre: Fluff, some angst eventually

Format: Short story + headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, yandere/possessive behavior, otherwise none!

A/N: Sorry for such the long hiatus! School is CRAZY rn. + my life overall :’)). Take this Sprout stuff because I LOVE Dandy’s. Also, do note that the reader is a bit clumsy! Along with the fact this is a bit self indulgent.. (I promise, I’ll make Cosmo x Reader x Sprout stuff soon… trust)

Part 1: current | Part 2: In the works..

Now, this is an interesting circumstance you’ve gotten yourself into!

I wanna guess that you’re a toon that works in the diner along with Sprout, and Cosmo.

Maybe you’re a kinda dessert food item? Like, a Milkshake?

I also wanna say that you’re kinda like a waitress for the diner. Someone who runs out the food, rings in food, assigns people to different tables, etc.

You’re a hard-worker, someone who overachieves in their job. Working extra hours to help Sprout and Cosmo, and so on. You love your job, and you love your best-friends!

You and Cosmo’s friendship came before you and Sprout even knew each other. Sure, you’ve heard him be mention by others, especially Cosmo, but never really met him in person before. Well, up until Cosmo asked if you wanted to work with him and Sprout in the diner, given your experience working within the food industry before and such.

And after your interview and background check: you had officially started working as a waitress for the diner!

Cosmo was your only friend for a while, though you were cordial with Sprout- you just didn’t speak to him as much as you did Cosmo.

Though, that was until you had kitchen duty for the night.

You hummed along to the sound of the song that was playing in your headphones, washing dishes in the back of the kitchen while being oblivious to your surroundings. Placing the wet dishes and silverware on the drying mat in their respective places, you felt pleased with your work today and were in a decently good mood: no rude customers, you didn’t have to clean up most of the diner today… it was all going well!!

Well, that was until afterwards.

You checked over everything, making sure every little thing was in its proper place for the night so you could finally clock out for the night.

See, your job here at the diner is simple: serve as a waitress for the costumers, do any extra work such as doing the dishes after closing hours and sweeping the floors, and then finally clock out for the night. Simple as ever, right?

You enjoy your job. You like living here with the rest of the toons in the neighborhood! Sure, you have those bad days that always get you in a sour mood- but everyone has that problem eventually! It’s not just you. Besides, your friends are always gonna be there to help!

Finishing up your business in the kitchen, you sighed. Today was a busy day, and it had DRAINED you! So now, it was time to go home and relax, eat something, and then pass out for the night. It’s a routine that you enjoy. And on the days that you have off from work are pretty uneventful, but still enjoyable in the long run.

Turning on your heel, you began walking towards the corridor so you could head off and grab your stuff to clock out, before you suddenly stopped.

..why does it feel like you’re forgetting something.

Your brows furrowed, trying to make yourself move forward- but you couldn’t. You physically couldn’t move forward anymore and you have no clue WHY.

Taking a deep breath, you turn to look behind you where you see you’ve left one of the cupboards open! (You swear you closed it, but I guess you just simply forgot to and convinced yourself that you did).

So, you do what you were supposed to do: close it.

But the moment your foot lands when you’re so close to it, though, you feel yourself slipping. Your arms flail wildly, reaching for anything solid to latch onto as the world blurs and spins around you.

With a very futile attempt, you tried to stop your fall by grabbing onto the nearest— ….

…

Something just grabbed you.

Instead of the inevitable crash, you’re caught.

Though, with your eyes screwed shut with fear, you’re too nervous to see what happened. Your breath comes in short gasps as you cling tightly to whatever—whoever—has kept you upright. Clinging onto whatever you can to keep you from getting any more bruises than your clumsy self gets on a normal basis already is better than nothing.

If staying like this means you’re safe, then you’re willing to stay like this for—

“..You good?”

A voice spoke up. It’s.. rather closer than you would’ve thought, it’s almost as if it was right next to you kinda close. This doesn’t sound like someone you know like Cosmo, but it does sound familiar in some way that you can’t put your finger on.

Slowly, your eyes open up.

And what do you see?

..Sprout!

Your best guess is that he probably came into the kitchen while you were walking back, and you hadn’t noticed him until now. Or something banal like that, like in those silly rom-com movies.

To describe Sprout himself… : He’s strawberry that only wears a white scarf with pink stripes wrapped around his neck that also drapes over his back. He has five mint green, simple leaves, three of which rest atop their head while the other two cover his forehead like bangs. He has dark, red blush with three black freckles on each cheek. His limbs are a vivid shade of light red with white gloves covering both hands. You can’t see anything other than that- but you know that he was white and punk striped socks, and a friendship bracelet to match with Cosmo.

Cosmo’s excited look when he showed you his.. it still replays in your mind.

You pop yourself out of your reverie, blinking repeatedly as you focus back on Sprout.

“Oh—yeah—sorry!” You squeaked out, attempting to gather yourself. But you were still too stunned to move, body frozen in place due to the shock. Realizing you weren’t going to get up anytime soon, you sighed, feeling a little defeated.

Sprout didn’t hesitate. “I’ll get you checked out. Here—” he said, scooping you up in his arms before you could protest.

Your face IMMEDIATELY flushed a deep pink as he lifted you bridal style, causing your heart to race even faster.

You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, your embarrassment overwhelming her as you held on tight to him.

It wasn’t meant to be such a romantic gesture, simply just trying to help you!

..right?

“Thank you, Sprout..”

That was your first ever meeting!

Cliché, no?

But: you were safe, alive, and your injuries all got healed up (which were a couple burns on your hands from using water which was too warm, and a few cuts here and there).

You found out the reason that he even caught you in the first place is because he had rounded the corridor when you just started walking back over into the kitchen! He had come to check up on you and your work so far because it was late at night.

You thanked Sprout tenfold, offering to do nearly anything as payback for helping you.

Which he then.. forced you to take some baking lessons with him.

He needed more bakers, after all!!

You wondered how this would turn out…

TO BE CONTINUED..

A/N: IM SORYRYRYE. This is such a bad drabble. It’s 1 am as we speak bro.

[thedayshiftisntthatbad]

HC: Parker can go through so much pain but will refuse to swear. It's like a robot dividing by zero. Does not happen, just go around it.

Fuck? Nah. Flippers. Shit? Nah. Snapshot.

[kabingdom]

KABING -> POETRY

Kai reads her poems all the time

In the park, before they sleep

He writes for her too

Handwritten ones in places he knows she’ll look.

This man’s wedding vows were so beautiful

HE’S JUST SO SOFT FOR HIS DARLING AJKSNBS

[yesimilkdamilkman]

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫... {𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐}

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Render credits: @ave661 Part 2, since someone asked for it!! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; hybrid bunny! reader showing off her housewife skills.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Fluff.

02.27.24 | 𝟏𝟓𝟐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader, who now lives with them,

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader, who helps around the house, cleaning, cooking (which they're astonished that she's good at), and doing laundry. Just showing of much of a perfect housewife she can be :)

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader who always checks up on how they feel, physically and mentally.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader, who goes into her bunny form and lets them take turns petting her dark fluff and listens to them vent.

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader, who goes into her bunny form and walks across their back with her soft paws; giving them massages :3

Task force 141 with a hybrid bunny!reader, who is unknowing is making them fall more and more in love with her, and showing of how much of a perfect housewife she can be :))

taglist: @h0ney-mushroom

[sugarcandydoll]

i can't be the only one who thinks tom riddle smells like euclyptus & rain hehe ♡🐍🌿

[spirit-lanterns]

Yukong hosted the Oscars twice

Kafka is a three time winning Emmy actress

Natasha post on Instagram a lot for a actor but she’s like bad at posting? (Half face selfie’s/sleepy talk to her fans)

Himeko went on Jimmy Fallon and is the most watched yt on that channel

Serval hosted Grammys gif to perform and WON a Grammy all in the same day

Theirs a video out there of Yukong Kafka Himeko and y/n all reading fanfics (shipping ones) and on of them was

“omegaverse Yukong!alpha Kafka!aplha x beta!himeko x Omega!y/n”

You had to explain omegaverse to Yukong that day…

I LOVE ALL OF THESE OHMYGOD—

I gotta say, my favorites are the Natasha being bad at Instagram livestreams, and Kafka, Yukong, Himeko and Reader reading omegaverse fanfiction together.

I can just imagine Natasha being the type of celebrity to just livestream on a blurry camera in nothing but her PJs, messy hair, and in the middle of her bed while her girlfriend is sleeping on her shoulder 💕 causing all her commenters to just swoon over the couple during the stream <3

Meanwhile, while reading the omegaverse fanfiction, Yukong and Himeko are confused, while Kafka is turned on and Reader is like “WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BOTTOM IN THESE FANFICS?” While you all read through it. (Kafka definitely teases you about it)

[applesontheground]

oh, and even though no one asked:

full name headcanons for the wax brothers are beauregard/bo amos sinclair, vincent arthur sinclair, and lester lee sinclair.