#Sour Candy Comedy

[georgexms]

Funny Faces with Ultra Sour Candy 🤣

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Get ready to laugh out loud with "Funny Faces with Ultra Sour Candy 🤣" - the ultimate compilation of hilarious reactions and over-the-top funny faces! Watch as brave participants take on the ultra-sour candy challenge, with side-splitting results that are sure to make your day brighter. This video is packed with comedy gags, funny pranks, and epic fail moments that will leave you in stitches.

🤣 What’s Inside:

Hilarious sour candy reactions and funny faces. Epic fails and laugh-out-loud moments. Perfect for fans of comedy gags, funny pranks, and funny videos. 📣 Why Watch? Whether you’re a fan of comedy challenges, love watching funny faces, or just need a good laugh, this video is a must-watch. It’s a rollercoaster of reactions, from squints to full-blown sour meltdowns!

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[moldyopossum]

Candies that could be useful in battle with will power

* Push pops; they can be sucked until sharpened but takes a long time, hard to come by, once sharp are very flimsy

* Candy canes; similar to push pops, last a bit longer, can buy in bulk, festive

* Marshmallows; can be put on arrows and set on fire, can burn for minutes at a time, can be bought in bulk

* Smarties; on its own not a weapon but the machines that originally made them were also used to make gunpowder pellets. Once someone figures out how to make smarties both edible and useable as gun powder, it would be a powerful tool of destruction

* Jawbreaker’s; very aerodynamic, could be put in a ball launcher and fired

* Ring pops; can be used to strengthen punches, with effort could be a sharp object

* Any kind of sour candy powder; put into a pouch and it becomes a way to blind your opponent

* Gum-balls/fireballs/sphere hard candies; can be used similarly to jawbreaker’s if a sling shot or adequate launcher is available, also use as to create a dangerous surface if used like the marbles in “Home Alone”

Violence is never the answer and these methods should not be used unless you are either really bored, trapped in a fantasy candy world, fighting Willy Wonka, and/or your siblings keep taking your Halloween candy. And remember any candy can be a valuable asset if you try hard enough!

[notastranger]

the signs as Halloween candy - Aquarius ♒️

[luna0713hunter]

Its always hard to make Sukuna laugh.

The man rarely smiles,let alone laugh. The first time you've seen him,you were scared shitless of his serious face.

But right now,as you lean on his shoulder and laugh loudly at a comedy scene playing on the tv,you suddenly notice that you beloved boyfriend hasn't even smiled once during the whole movie.

You frown and pout,and suddenly poke your point finger is in Sukuna's cheek. He grumbles and as you continue your poking until you get his attention,his hand around your waist pinches your hip.

You let out a loud squeak and slap his chest,while glaring up at him.

"what was that for?!"

"you were the one who started it."

"cause i wanted to get your attention!"

He pauses the movies and shifts his attention to you;making your cheeks slightly burn under his unwavering focus.

"now you have it. What?"

Your lips twist downwards;like you've eaten those sour candies he likes so much and grumble under your breath.

"you're way too mean!have you ever smiled in your entire life?"

"maybe i was the king of curses in my past life or something,who knows?"

You raise a brow at him.

"you mean, you're not now?"

And suddenly, Sukuna is pushing you on your back against the couch. He looms over you and after a second of tense silence,he bend down and-

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Bites you,hard,on your cheek. The spot throbs and tears gather in your eyes. You whine and start to push against his chest when suddenly,his fingers start to dance across your sides.

"nonononononono hold on-"

When your breathless laughter raises in the house,you fail to notice a quieter chuckle alongside yours.

After all, Sukuna's only reason to laugh,is to hear yours.

[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

Book a Reading 🩷

Masterlist 🩷

[overstuffd]

Taking you out to a - unbeknownst to you - feeder cinema.

'It's amazing!' I tell you. 'They have waiter service right to the seats - and I got us a great deal. We're going to watch a marathon of classic stoner movies and we get dinner and unlimited snacks. Doesn't that sound perfect?'

Without thinking your hand goes to your growing pot belly. You kept saying you need to take it easy on indulging your appetite for greasy food - but your gut rumbles in response.

After a moment's hesitation, you agree that it sounds like fun. I smile, hungrily.

They're stoner comedies, so of course I get you stoned beforehand. Plenty of bong hits before we head out, encouraging you to hit my vape on the -thankfully- short walk to the movie theatre.

When we get there, the staff are so delighted to see you. They explain that you'll be served one course of dinner between each of the four movies and there'll be a midnight feast at the end. In the meantime, help yourself to the snack table.

Snack table hardly does it justice - there's a huge buffet set up with every kind of appetiser you can think of. I encourage you to go through to the theatre and get comfy in your seat while I fix you a plate.

The seats are really two person couches, with soft looking pillows to prop ourselves up on. They're pretty well sized, but with your thicker thighs you realise we'll be pressed close together.

You get settled, and I show up with your pre-dinner snack. If you weren't so stoned you'd say it seemed like a lot. Your plate is stacked with mozzarella sticks, garlic bread and mac and cheese, all of them geneorusly portioned out for you by me.

As it is though your munchies are kicking in hard, so you accept the plate and start eating. Before the film starts one of the attendents comes by and smiles as they place a bucket sized soda cup and extra large popcorn next to our seat, on your side naturally. I already let them know your favourite candies, and they're mixed through the popcorn, the chocolate gently melting in the still warm kernels.

The film starts, and soon you're snorting with laughter like a dumbass at the cheesy jokes and slap stick. Your mouth is dry from the smoking and all the salty food, so you end up chugging your soda hard, but whenever it starts running low one of the attentive staff is there with a replacement.

The same happens with your popcorn, you're only halfway through before your carton is replaced with a fresh batch. It makes it hard to keep track of what you're eating, but between the snack plate and the endlessly refilling bag you're pretty sure you've already had what most people would consider a meal.

It's hard to concentrate on that though, because the first movie is over and it's time for appetisers to be served. You almost don't believe me when I say you haven't even had the first course yet.

Before you put up too much of a fuss though I hand you my vape - no, the staff won't mind I promise - and you relax again, especially when I offer you a pair of gummy edibles to kick in during the movie.

I took the liberty of ordering for you, and you're already faded by the time your heaping pile of nachos arrive, loaded with cheese, guacamole, sour cream, hot salsa, jalapenos and brisket. The spiciness hits your sensitised pallet hard, but there's always more soda to soothe it.

The second movie has started now, and as it plays you polish off your nachos, and most of my order of onion rings once I pass it over.

At some point, your soda cup is replaced with an extra-large cold beer, but you chug that down just as happily, your mind getting floatier with every gulp.

At the end of the second movie the main courses arrive, and you try and tap out. The greasy, double-patty burger is huge, even ignoring the massive side of fries and slaw. The attendents have bought you mug sized tubs of spicy mayo, creamy burger sauce and barbecue to help everything slip down easily, but even so.

You turn to me, your eyes big as the third film starts to roll. I pretend to be sympathetic, but my words are the last thing you want to hear. 'Oh, poor thing! Are you too out of it to eat your dinner even though you're so hungry?'

You try to put together a protest but forming a whole sentence is beyond you at this point, so you flop backwards and let me slowly feed you the burger and sides, holding the dripping handfuls to your mouth until you take a bite and then pushing salty fries in afterwards. When you slow too much I push my vape into your mouth again and the new rush of haziness gives you another burst of energy.

You don't remember anything that happens in the third film, just the growing heat between your legs as your waistband presses harder and harder into your stomach.

The final break - dessert. I get up from our seat, and even if you'd been able to speak you didn't think to ask where I was going, your mind completely preoccupied with the pressure in your belly.

When I come back though, you've realised there's a sundae bar in the lobby that I've visited on your behalf. A huge bowl of softserve, another bucket really, smothered in caramel and chocolate sauce, peanuts, cookie crumb and whipped cream.

Your stoamch audibly groans when you see it, but you're so docile you let me push more than a few spoonfuls between your lips before you start turning your face away, struggling even to move that much.

You're expecting me to grow more forecful, but instead I set the icecream aside and pay attention to your straining gut, undoing your pants (you sigh in relief, they were moments away from bursting) and rubbing slow circles on your belly. My hand dips lower as I make lazy circles and you moan appreciatively, way too far gone to care about embarassing yourself in public.

The film is drawing to a close, the lovable losers have completed their stoner quest, and you're getting close to finishing too. Once you're frantically grinding against my fingers, though, I pull away, and suddenly the icecream bucket is back at your lips.

No spoon now, the softserve has melted into a thick and creamy shake mined with sweetness. I part your lips and tilt the bucket so it pours into your mouth. Youf flabby mind can think of only one defence against choking on it so you swallow, slowly, painfully, your overstretched stomach straining at the additional pressure.

The credits of the movie are rolling and you're almost finished with your shake - and my hand is back between your legs, rougher than before.

I've been training you to come when your stomach is straining, so I up the speed as you take your last mouthful and you finish over my fingers.

I ruffle your hair and wipe a little icecream off your cheek as I coo at what a good job you did for me.

The staff are in no rush for us to leave, which is good because you can't stand right now.

Instead they leave the lights low as I gently rub your eager belly, enjoying the deep rumbles as you start digesting your enormous meal.

When you've recovered a little I'll walk you to the car - and maybe if you're good we can get drive through on the way home.

[metamatar]

the fact that every single michael schur lite feel good show is the most noxious thing imaginable if you examine its politics for even 15 seconds has probably permanently soured me on sitcoms. brooklyn 99 opening on cops betting on arresting as many people as possible maybe the central example. the thing is most mainstream comedy on tv is bad and noxious anyway but when it is packaged as feel good its worse. i would rather watch something bleak and nihilistically funny than someone trying to candy floss the status quo.

[elliereject]

ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!

[dollieguts1010]

KICKINCHICKEN HEADCANONS

• He's very competitive at sports (he always loses to Hoppy)

(he's competitive but not mean)

• He's 12 years old

• His best friends are Bubba Bubbaphant and Hoppy Hopscotch

• His favorite food is pizza

• His pronouns are He/Him/His

• He's Pansexual but he's in the closet (the closet is made out of glass and the doors are wide open)

• He's a mixed breed of the Orpington and the Leghorn Light-Brown

• The only ones that doesn't know that he's pansexual is his parents (if they did know they would be very supportive)

• He's MADLY in love with Hoppy

• He was born with a condition that caused his feathers to stay permanently yellow. Because of that, he looks much younger than the rest of his family

• In his family, he is the only one that knows and can how to fly

(tho he tries not to use it so much)

• HATES looking weak in front his friends (especially Hoppy)

• He doesn't like to tell people when he's scared so, if he tells does you that, then that means he REALLY must trust you

• He's surprisingly good at cooking/baking and every once in awhile if he's in a good mood, he will bring some kind of sweet treat

• Is a soda addict

• He's great at voice impressions

• He will always have a random pack of bubblegum on him

His favorite sports are basketball, football, and soccer

• He respect Dogday as a friend and leader however, he does think that Dogday is a bit naive when it comes to trusting strangers

• He likes mudwrestling with Picky and Hoppy

• Him and Hoppy have a workout routine

• Him, Bubba, Dogday help out Picky with farm work

• He likes to do art and crafts with Crafty and likes being her model for her artwork

• He likes sour candy

• He's a heavy sleeper

• He likes to make a makeshift nest out of blankets and pillows

• The only kind of reading he likes is reading comic books

• When he gets stress out he starts ripping his feathers out

• He gets very creeped out by Catnap

• Has a healthy relationship with his parents

• He idolizes his father and wants to be like him when he gets older

• He likes to go surfing with his father

• Randy (Kickin's father) loves to tease Kickin due to the fact that he knows that Kickin is in love with Hoppy, Like if Randy sees Kickin admiring Hoppy from the distance he'll just say something like "Hey, what'cha doing buddy? Are you checking out your GIRLFRIEND!!!!" then Kickin will get embarrassed and just yell at his dad "Dad! C'mon! what's wrong with you?!"

• His parents and Hoppy's parents have known each other for a very long time

• He has a great relationship with Holly and Henry (Hoppy's parents)

• Is a video game lover

• Likes to wrestle with Dogday

• He often armwrestles with Hoppy or Bubba (he always loses)

• He sees Dogday as his brother

• Sometimes he'll just randomly go to Dogday's house and spend the night there for no reason

• Likes playing fetch with Dogday

• Him and Dogday often play basketball together

• He legit will spend half an hour just staring at the mirror and just admiring himself

• He likes it when the girls puts makeup on him and dolls him up, he likes feeling like a femqueen 😌💅✨

• From time to time, he likes picking flowers and gardening with his mother

• Likes stargazing with Hoppy

• He'll be on the phone with Hoppy for HOURS

• He often listens to 80's music

• He loves action and comedy movies

• During molting season Kickin gets very insecure about his looks and thinks he looks ugly due to his lack of feathers so, he hides in his house until it's over

• Only Hoppy is allowed to see him during molting season

• He has a secret sketchbook that he hides under his mattress that is just COVERED in doodles of Hoppy with tiny pink and red hearts over the pages

• When ever he wants to draw on his secret sketchbook, his always makes sure he's home alone first then, he'll lock himself in his bedroom then hide underneath his bed

• Has a big potty mouth and if he gets hurt or something really happens, all hell brakes loose

• He makes his own at-home action movies

• He's fluent in spanish and japanese

• He plays the drums and guitar

• Is a surprisingly good singer and is a great dancer

• If someone calls him out when he's crying he'll just say "I'm not crying you are!" or "I have dust in my eye!"

• Will put himself in danger so he can protect his friends

• Picks out the coolest looking rocks that he can find at the beach and gives them to his friends or keeps them

• Pulls harmless pranks with Hoppy

• Is a pro at skating/surfing

• Owns 10 different kinds of skateboards and owns 5 different kinds of rollerblades

• Want to own a motorcycle when he gets older

• Likes to go to the beach, to collect shells, pretty rocks, go swimming and surfing

• Gives little nicknames to his friends

• Loves roadtrips and always calls shotgun for the front seat

• Loves messing with Bubba any chance he gets

• He often calls Bubba "nerd or "brainiac"

• He often calls Hoppy "Hops" or "Hopscotch"

• Firework enjoyer

• Every Friday night, Him, Picky, and Hoppy will out and eat some pizza together

• Is money smart not book smart

• Knows when he goes too far

• Sometimes says the wrong thing at the wrong time

• Sometime has the most RANDOM BEEF with Crafty for no reason

• Gossip with the girlies

• Likes racing Hoppy (he always loses)

• Once accidentally broke Hoppy's leg while playing soccer

(somebody pls understand the reference)

• Likes and trys to make others feeling better about themselves when they're down in the dumps

• Is the best at coming up with witty comeback

• Him and Hoppy often have roasting sessions that lasts at least an 35 minutes (the others just sit back relax and enjoy the free show)

• Takes at least 15 minutes when he's combing his "hair" (feathers)

• He has a whole box of hair products

• If his "hair" is wet before he goes to sleep, he puts on a bonnet so that when he wakes up in the morning his "hair" isn't all frizzy and messy

• He has a whole 20 minutes skin-care routine before bed

• Will defense his friends in a physical or verbal fight

• He'll defend what he thinks is right, even when no one agrees with him

• He'll often come home all bruised and beat up, because he was defending his friends or defending someone who couldn't defend themselves from mean older kids (his parents get so scared every time he comes home all beaten up)

(can someone draw a comic of this? pls🙏)

• He's favorite color is reddish orange

• Is a junk food lover

• Hates broccoli

• Has a plushie that he vents too

• Has a baby sister named CeeCee and is very protective of her (he's not afraid to throw hands with anyone who tries to hurt her)

• He's the one who gave CeeCee her name when she was born

• He's really good at handling and taking care of CeeCee

• Sometimes his parents will find him resting in CeeCee's nest while cuddling her (they think it's so cute)

• May act all cool, brave, and confident but he's actually a bit insecure about himself (he's really good at hiding it)

• If you dare him to do something he WILL do it (especially if it involves money)

• Underneath his feathers he has tons of scars and bruises from either a bunch of stupid dares or protecting his friends or other kids from meaner older kids

• Dance Rush and DDR enjoyer

• Can NOT handle spicy food! He will cry and throw up if he eats spicy food

• Has lots of karaoke nights with his friends

• Has been childhood friends with Hoppy since they were 6 years old

• Has known Dogday since he was baby chick

• He has a great relationship with Dawn (Dogday's mother) and sees her as his second mother

• Mentally freaks out if he sees somebody eating chicken

• He will throw up if he accidentally eats chicken

• He used to have a crush on Bubba when he was younger

• He also had a small crush on Craftycorn for a while

• He makes little shell bracelets and necklaces as gifts

• Sometimes he gets worried that he's not "manly enough"

• He's secretly insecure about himself, but he's really good at hiding it, so the other critters don't know about his insecurities and just think that he's the "cool, cocky, and confident one of the group"

• He peeps like a baby chick and flaps his arms when he's extremely happy or excited

• He clucks when he laughs

• He also clucks when he sneezes

• When he's shocked or startled he will lose his feathers

• Him and Dogday often go bowling together

• He was the 1st to join the Smiling Critters

• His star necklace was gifted to him by Dogday

• He breaks and chips his star pendant a lot on accident

• Has the most immature humor in the group

(if he hears something that sounds slightly dirty, he'll just start laughing)

• He once broke his arm while riding a skateboard

• Him and his family live in a giant treehouse that's on the beach

That's all for now!

*I will add more later!*

[f1nalboys]

hey bestie! may i pls request something that is tod from final destination x reader? maybe some fluff headcannons, what it’s like having a sleepover with him? thx u sm! <33

hi bae!!!! i had sm fun writing this >:)) i do think tod would be one of the better characters to have a sleepover with he serves so much genuinely!!! hope you enjoy <3 first request to start out >:)))

Tod Waggner x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 651

WARNINGS: none

TOD LOVES SLEEPOVERSSSS

listen this guy wants to spend 24/7 with you, he is clingy as all fuck

like one of those shelter dogs, you know the vibe

anyways so regardless of whether or not him coming to spend the night is common or not, he’s ECSTATIC!!!! 

bro is jumping for joy up and down like yippee!!!!! YIPPEEEE!!!

he prefers going over to your place because then it feels like a vacation almost

but if you want to come over to his place you have to give him a day’s notice so he can clean up (he is MESSY i'm sorry to say)

he packs a bag and has a smile on his face literally until he has to leave

in my opinion, tod loves a good movie marathon and he is going to want to do classic sleepover shit with you to the point of almost annoying you LMFAO

he's like haha we should order a pizza… we should watch scary movies… pillow fight babe?? wanna gossip and do a face mask? let's talk about boys!!!!

and if you point out that he is the boy in question youd talk about, not only is he getting smug as fuck, hes going to go ‘ill pretend to be someone else!!!! go on and be so honest about how you feel about me babe ;)’

he's a great sleepover guest though, at least the first few times

he's awkward the very first one bc he's sitting on the edge of the bed bag on his shoulders hand in his lap like o-0 so…

its endearing 

and overall he's very chill and will stay by your side or in your bed the entire time

once he's comfortable though… loudest stupidest dumbest mfer!!! he is doing reckless shit and messing with you and trying to prank you and stuff

once he's settled down though, good luck getting him out of your bed for ANYTHING, a fire could break out and tod is staying put

he has to cuddle. it's a rule.

and he has no preference for being big or little spoon honestly, he has pros and cons for both, he just needs you literally right next to him

he does not care what movies you guys watch but he DOES want to watch some shitty stoner comedy like (ignoring the fact devon plays in this movie) he wants to watch idle hands and harold and kumar go to white castle LMFAO 

he's wearing your pajamas…. even if he cant fit he’ll find something to put on his body from slipper to an eye mask to your pjs to a robe to a bonnet, etc etc, you leave that room for longer than 2 minutes and he's playing dress up

you go to shower (and yes he's gonna try and join you he's handsy though so choose carefully) and come back into your room and he's wearing half your wardrobe and going through your jewelry and shit

and when you're like uhm… hello?? he stands there like oh… you're back sooner than i thought…. LIKE UR IN MY ROOM???

he's a popcorn snack guy, plus sour candy. sleepovers are for pigging out and he takes that SERIOUS he’ll sneak his own candy in if he has to

if he falls asleep at like 10pm-12am, then you will have a peaceful night where he sleeps until 8:30am and is well rested and so sweet

and he might even make you breakfast

but if he sleeps before then or later…. good luck

he's going to be LOUD and OBNOXIOUS (positive) and he's going to keep your ass up as long as he can

you're laying in bed in the dark with your eyes closed and he's steady talking trying to remember some obscure tv show from his childhood 

great guy though, love him

and you would have a ball, just don't plan on sleeping much

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW CLOSED 🩷💚🩷 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)

no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

[melswifeasf]

Safest in your arms pt 8

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x fem!oc

Summary: a late night of getting to know each other.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, drug use, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

THE WHITE Camry pulled into the driveway swiftly, the teen driving it quickly took off her seatbelt and grabbed the plastic bag in the drivers seat. she got out of the car quickly after, closed the car door behind her and made sure to lock it. she took one quick glance toward her house to make sure it was completely dark before she rushed across the street. it was midnight meaning no one should be up to see her but she had to make sure just in case. once she reached the blondes home she sent Georgia a quick message and began to climb the balcony a lot quicker than she had the first time around. this time her feet didn't slip and she knew exactly how to hang on so she was securely on it. once her feet landed on the ground the door opened to reveal Georgia with a smile on her lips.

"hey." the blonde said leaning against the doorway as she awaited for Samantha to get closer. the young girl did, a smile on her own lips until she reached the blonde. she pressed a quiz kiss on the woman's lips before walking past her and inside the house.

"i brought snacks," Samantha said while holding up the plastic bag with various candies inside. Georgia closed the door behind her and followed after Samantha until they reached her room. when they were inside Samantha couldn't control the way her eyes roamed it full. it was pretty and a bit plain but it seemed to really scream Georgia. she was closed off and didn't exactly have her feelings or personal life on display which seemed to carry onto her room that had no personal pictures or any of the sort.

the blonde woman sat on her bed as she watched Samantha take off her shoes, "what'd you bring?" she asked and reached for the bag. Samantha let it go and Georgia quickly opened it to reveal the sour worms that she had eaten when they had gone out on a drive just the other night which she had pretty much stolen completely from Samantha. there were also a couple of other snacks and a redbull for Samantha which Georgia had come to learn that she had a pretty bad addiction with.

"you said you liked starbursts plus i got you the candy that you practically stole from me last time." Samantha said and turned to look at Georgia once she had taken her shoes and sweater off leaving her in a pair of shorts and a white tank top. the blonde chuckled as she began to scoot back so she was leaning against the headboard, when she noticed how hesitant Samantha was to do anything she pat the space beside her so that the young girl could lay there.

with hesitant steps the young girl approached the bed until her legs hit the mattress, she wasn't as hesitant once she began to climb on top of the bed where the blonde was resting. the television was then turned on by Georgia who began to put on a comedy movie, one they had agreed to watch earlier that day through a series of texts. Samantha had a regular day, went to school, went to work then went home and studied a bit with Nia since they shared the same classes. her best friend left when Samantha told her she would be going to the blondes house that night because she quote 'didn't want to cock block her again'. although Samantha didn't think they'd actually do anything other then talk and maybe make out. she had school the next day and it didn't seem like a good idea to get so little sleep.

the pair were watching the movie silently, they had a bit of space between them and Samantha was itching to get closer. she wasn't sure how to do it without being too obvious, knowing Georgia loved to tease her about the little things like that. instead of doing what she wanted to do though she turned her head that was resting against the headboard and looked at the blonde beside her. she wasn't interested in the movie playing on the screen any more, in fact she hadn't really been since it started playing. she only put it on because it was Georgias idea to watch it, in reality Samantha wanted to learn more about the blonde. besides, she had a horrible attention span and she had already watched the movie before.

"we should play twenty questions." Samantha said randomly causing Georgia to snap her eyes away from the screen and toward the younger girl. she was slightly confused at first before her lips quirked into a small smile.

"twenty questions?" Georgia asked with a raised brow.

"yeah," Samantha nodded, "like i ask a question and then you do and so on" she explained further.

the blonde seemed hesitant at first but in the end she gave in. "okay. i hope you know i already know the question i'll be asking" she said with a mischievous glint in her eye that made Samantha regret having even brought it up. she had not thought about that when at first asking the question.

Samantha rolled her eyes, "should've seen that coming." she sighed out whilst Georgia simply shrugged, her little smirk still plastered on her lips.

"you go first."

"okay," Samantha nodded. this was easy, she had so many questions she wanted to ask the blonde, starting from small things like her favorite color to others like, if she still loved her ex or even if she had ever thought about her sexuality. but she decided to start off simple. "what's your favorite color?"

Georgias eyes shifted away from her face for a split second before they landed back on her, "white." she answered.

the girls eyebrows furrowed, "that's not a color. that's a shade."

Georgia rolled her eyes, "oh god. you're one of those?"

the girl laughed, "what? it's true. choose another one."

the woman sighed, "pink"

"that acceptable."

"what's yours?" Georgia asked and leaned a bit closer the the younger girl. Samantha wasn't complaining.

"purple." she answered quickly, already impatient to ask the next question. "what's your favorite scream movie? there's a right answer" she said and grabbed a gummy from the bag on the blondes lap before putting in her mouth.

Georgias brows furrowed in obvious confusion, "i have never watched any scream movie." she admitted immediately earning a dramatic gasp from the girl beside her.

"you're lying" she rebutted quickly, not at all believing that Georgia hadn't watched one of the most famous slasher franchises to exist. it wasn't even that the movies were her generation considering they were more Georgias then hers.

"what? i don't really like slasher movies." she shrugged, not finding anything wrong with what she was saying.

"how could you not? what movies do you even like then?"

"i like elevated horror, something really scary." she shrugged.

"scream is scary" Samantha deadpanned.

"it's a slashers. slashers aren't scary."

"okay so what movie do you like then?" she asked, growing more and more annoyed by the blonde by the minute. scream was one of her favorites and there was no way the girl she was currently hanging out with more and more hadn't even watched the movies. that was just ridiculous and Samantha would not take that as answer.

"the shinning, conjuring. stuff like that." Georgia said casually, not as worked up about it as Samantha seemed to be.

"i won't accept that. we're watching the scream movies." she stated seriously.

Georgia laughed, "okay i will if you watch gone with the wind"

the young girls nose scrunched at the mere thought of watching something so boring, "absolutely not"

"why not?" Georgia laughed, still very amused by what they were arguing about.

"that's a boring ass movie. i need something that will keep my attention or i'll fall asleep."

"seriously?"

"what?" Samantha asked, "i have adhd. i can't control that, it's controls me" she continued earning yet another laugh from the woman beside her.

"come on, it's a classic" Georgia persisted.

"will you watch scream?"

Georgia nodded, "that's the deal." she answered.

Samantha didn't say anything as she thought about it. as much as she wanted Georgia to watch the movies to hopefully be able to talk about them, she really was not a fan of old timey movies, especially not ones that were almost four hours long. she had researched the movie when Georgia texted her on instagram so she knew a bit about it. she was not into it at all.

"sorry, but it's not worth it" she finally said with a small shrug.

with a laugh the blonde spoke. "seriously?"

"what?" Samantha asked, "i'm serious when i say i have adhd"

"okay fine." Georgia said, "i'll let you have a kiss break every half an hour" she proposed. she had a serious look on her face but with each passing second her lips seemed to twitch as they wanted to break out into a small smile but she was really good at control herself. Samantha's heart seemed to have stuttered at her words. she was used to the flirting by now but that didn't mean it ever stopped getting a reaction from her body.

unlike Georgia, Samantha was in fact not able to control the smile that tugged at her lips. "really?" she asked, her eyes lighting up at the mere thought and without context anyone else would've thought she had just heard she was getting a new car for christmas.

Georgia laughed softly, "really." she confirmed.

the young girl tried to play it off as if it wasn't a big deal as she nodded her head, "cool cool. i still expect you to watch the scream movies with me, though" she said earning a nod from Georgia.

"deal."

"that aside, i feel like it's my turn to ask a question." Samantha said changing the topic of conversation now that she had gotten her way.

"you asked the question last, though?" Georgia said and titled her head slightly in confusion. Samantha groaned in annoyance.

"fine. it's your turn" she said not expecting Georgia to have remembered who went last. she knew the question she was going to ask and she wanted to avoid it at all costs.

a smirk formed on the woman's lips, further proof of what she would be asking. "i think you know what's coming." she said making the girl groan softly and throw her head back against the headboard. the blonde noticed that even though Samantha had a smile on her lips, she looked nervous. maybe it was the way her finger kept repeatedly tapping at her leg or the way her lip was twitching slightly, she wasn't sure but it made her not want to ask the question anymore. it must have been pretty bad for her to not want to talk about her at all and she didn't want to ruin their night by possibly making her relive such a heartbreaking relationship. so she decided to ask something simple. "how long have you and your ex been broken up?"

to say the question surprised Samantha was an understatement. she thought she'd have to change the topic of conversation like she did last time but thankfully that wasn't the case. truthfully, just the thought of Georgia not pushing her boundaries just made her crush grow even more. "we broke up officially in March but we lost contact completely during the summer" she said.

the blonde nodded, "do you miss her?" she asked and leaned the side of her face against the headboard.

Samantha shook her head, "i mean we were together for almost a year so it was kind of hard but i don't really miss her like that." she said truthfully. although that mostly had to do with the fact that she had Georgia in her life now. that wasn't entirely the case before she moved into town.

Georgia nodded at her words, even if she wanted to know why they broke up she bit her tongue and instead kept silent so that Samantha would get the hint and ask her question. when the young girl noticed she spoke, "you move around a lot, right?" she asked.

the blonde chuckled, "is that your question?" she asked a bit confused.

"it's a two part question." Samantha clarified.

"well the answer is yes." the blonde stated.

"out of everywhere you've lived, which has been your favorite?" she asked. the girl moved a bit closer and the blonde had noticed right away but didn't say anything.

Georgia sighed, "probably here"

a pair of pink lips quirked into a smile but she quickly tried to stop herself, "because of me?" she responded quickly.

the blonde laughed, "i have a feeling you asked that question just to have a reason to flirt."

Samantha shrugged her shoulders sheepishly, she didn't answer verbally. what was the point? it was pretty obvious the blonde was right. "you didn't answer the question" she responded.

Georgia shook her head, "you've asked three questions at this point so i think it's my turn." Samantha groaned but nodded regardless. "great," she chirped happily, "you've been with a lot of girls.. i assume?" she asked hesitantly. her bold demeanor shifting slightly that anyone else wouldn't have noticed but Samantha did right away.

"is that your question?" Samantha asked repeating the words Georgia had said just a minute prior. the blonde rolled her eyes at the fact that she was being mimicked.

"ha ha." she said sarcastically. "but yes it is my question"

the raven haired girl chuckled softly, "i've been with a fair amount." she shrugged.

Georgia hummed, "can you count them on one or two hands?" she asked suddenly feeling bold again. Samantha's brows pinched together at the question. it wasn't an uncomfortable question of anything like that, in fact she had this conversation with her ex before they started dating. it was understandable, stds were a thing amongst other things and she and Georgia very obviously had a more than just platonic relationship at this point.

the young girl began to count on her fingers, racking her mind to think about each encounter. Emma, her ex.. the girl from Spanish.. Lilly.. Valeria.. "two hands" she finally said and looked at the blonde. "but i get checked regularly" she quickly clarified, not wanting Georgia to think otherwise.

the blonde nodded, "very responsible of you" she said in slightly joking manner causing the young girl to roll her eyes playfully.

without missing a beat Samantha spoke, "now answer my question" she said quickly, a huge grin plastered on her lips that she couldn't seem to be able to hold back, no matter how hard she tried. Georgia had a matching smile.

"you already know the answer" the blonde said but that wasn't enough for Samantha, she put her hand beside the woman's head and leaned into her so she was partially on top of the blonde. Samantha had a respectable distance between them at first as her eyes roamed the blondes face. she was beautiful. genuinely beautiful. not in the cliche way but in the most genuine utter most beauty she had ever seen. her smile was on full display, her pearly white teeth shinning back on the young girl and every single small detail was being fully relished by the young girl. her smile lines, the small wrinkles on the side of her eyes or even the way at the proximity that she was in, she could smell her flowery perfume that she seemed to wear daily.

Samantha's voice dropped an octave, "i want a real answer" she said, her breath that smelled distinctly like watermelon fanned the woman's face. Georgia placed her hand on the girls wrist but they didn't stop there, they slowly traced up the girls arms with a featherlight touch that made goosebumps arise in her trace. she didn't stop until she was met with the raven girls shoulders were she interlaced her hands and pulled the girl down until their lips were practically touching. Samantha let out an uncontrollable squeal of surprise, not having expected the blonde to do what she had done.

"yes you are." she said. Samantha's lips quirked up at the blondes words, her eyes subconsciously glanced down at Georgias pink lips. they were a bit shiny which Samantha had no doubt was from the chapstick she had seen her apply before the movie started.

"sorry i didn't hear that, what'd you say?" the girl asked with a look of confusion that she couldn't seem to make real because of the uncontrollable smile on her lips. Georgia rolled her eyes and slapped her hand on the girls shoulder softly.

"you are so annoying"

"oh really?" Samantha quirked a brow, she began to move away from the blonde but Georgias grip was tight causing her to not be able to move more than an inch away from her.

"don't leave" Georgia whispered and like the most cliche saying ever, a dozen butterflies filled her stomach and her heart seemed have warmed at her words. she had never felt this level of euphoria, never felt this happy or even the way the muscles on her face hurt from smiling so much. god it was terrifying and yet she couldn't get enough.

Samantha leaned down once more, she stopped just before their lips could meet but they were so close they were practically brushing against each other. she wanted the blonde to kiss her, wanted her to take control of it, to show her that she wanted her just as much as she did. the blonde seemed to have understood exactly what she wanted as she pulled the girl down to connect their lips in a soft kiss. Georgias lips were soft against her own and she could taste the chapstick she recalled having seen her put on a while ago. by now the movie was long forgotten and none of them were paying attention to the fact that it was almost over and they would likely have to change it soon.

the raven haired girl placed her softly cupped the woman's face as she continued to kiss her passionately. Georgias hands were still pulling her down by the back of her neck and if Samantha were being honest, the way in which she was pulling her in and not giving her any chance to pull away just made her before rapidly beating heart accelerate to an inhuman pace.

but they couldn't keep this up for much longer, the feeling of their tongues sliding against each other of how she would bite her lip before pulling away only to connect them once more, it was too much and if they continued, she knew they wouldn't be able to stop. so the young girl was the one to pull away, much to Georgias dismay who was making the action relatively hard by grip she still had on her.

"question." Samantha murmured.

Georgia rolled her eyes, "really?" she asked unamused making the young girl chuckle.

"what? cant keep it in your pants?" she raised a brow with a smirk on her lips that only annoyed the blonde even more.

"you're really annoying, you know" she said with a roll of her eyes that only made Samantha look at her even more amused.

"can i ask my question now?" she asked choosing to ignore her last comment. Georgia nodded, giving her the go ahead. "when did you first have a crush on me?" she asked.

Georgia chuckled rather loudly making the girl on top of her furrow her eyebrows in both confusion and slight hurt. "i don't have a crush on you" she said. at first Samantha thought she was being serious but she soon realized it was her choice of words that Georgia found amusing.

Samantha rolled her eyes, "ha ha. you know what i mean"

the blonde sighed with a shrug, "probably the second time we got high together" she admitted casually, as if the words didn't hold all of the weight in Samantha's heart.

the young girl smiled softly, "why?"

Georgia smirked, leaned up to peck the girls lips before pulling away. "that's your third question. it's my turn" she said. if Samantha were being entirely honest, she had forgotten they were even playing the game.

the girl didn't say anything, showing Georgia that she could go on. the blonde did so, "when did you first know you had a crush on me?" she asked mimicking Samanthas question time.

the girl laughed, "easy. when i first saw you." she admitted confidently.

Georgia raised a brow, "really?"

"what?" Samantha shrugged, "your hot as hell. plus you had the whole milf thing going for you" she said seriously making the blonde gasp and slap her arm softly again. she tried to look annoyed but she failed when Samantha leaned down to peck her lips repeatedly. "can.. you.. blame.. me?" she asked, pausing her kisses in between each word.

Georgia rolled her eyes, "you make it really hard to be mad at you"

"i don't see why you should ever be mad at me" Samantha answered slightly offended.

the blonde decided not to add onto that as she changed the conversation, "if i hadn't kissed you at the sleepover, would you have ignored me forever?" the blonde asked. her hands were softly scratching the back of the young girls neck which was helping her not pull away completely. she wasn't good at confrontation and this was really feeling like it.

"i wasn't technically ignoring you," she said a bit sheepishly. "you just never talked to me so i didn't either" she shrugged. the blonde narrowed her eyes toward her, knowing what she was saying was technically the truth. she just didn't like her answer.

"so you would've just avoided me then?"

"would you?" Samantha rebutted, not liking being on the hot seat. the blonde didn't say anything at first, just admired the girl on top of her. it lasted a second or so until she leaned up to connect their lips in another kiss. it was softer then last time, the blonde led the kiss gently, her lips feeling like pillows against the young girls and in a way it felt like it was her way of reassuring her silently. it was as if she were saying that they were there now and that's all that mattered. when they finally pulled away the young girl seemed happier then she was before the kiss, "my turn" she said happily making the blonde let out a breathy chuckle. "you have to answer my question" she stated.

the blonde didn't disagree or look like she was dreading it. "i don't have an answer for you," she shrugged, "it was easy to talk to you and i wasn't sure what that meant but i guess when you decided to help me at the sleepover it just sealed the deal" she finished.

Samantha wasn't sure what kind of response she wanted from the blonde, she wasn't sure if she wanted some love sick sappy answer or what but she knew that the answer she was given was more than enough. it was just a feeling, the same one she got because truthfully she wouldn't have an answer either.

it was a feeling that they each shared to the depths of their core.

[kaycode1999]

Hello I was wondering if I could have an MHA (and maybe demon slayer but if im asking for too much mha is fine) character matchup if your not too busy. 

I'm straight and use she/her pronouns. I was previously bi but now I'm a straight alley with a friend group as straight as a circle 😑

personality: I'm creative, hyper, ENFP, slytherin, (somewhat) smart, ADHD, nerd, Sarcastic, funny, I'm basically the tall intimidating person that's actually a huge softie, I have a mind dirtier than a dumpster,  my humor is f'd up but hilarious, have different personalities for different people, I hate asking for too much of people, Tomboy,  I hate expressing negative emotions and just suppress them, had sewerslidal thought when I was young due to family stuff (doesn't happen anymore) I'm that mixture between an extrovert and a introvert,  oldest daughter syndrome, I like making new friends but arouhd a lot of people idk i hate leaving my friends sight, Comedic friend, and I'm a people pleaser. Hates when people say no not because im spoiled i just think they will hate me for asking a question like that. Sometimes wants to eat non edible things.

Hates: bugs, math, those stupid low quality crayons restaurants give kids, singing infront of people, and cleaning.

Loves: I love art, watching anime, music, Doing voice impressions, singing, riding my bike, Cosplaying, gaming, baking, cooking, and reading

Favorite animal: snakes

Show/movies i love: hazbin hotel, helluva boss, tbhk, demon slayer, mha, IF,  TMNT, journey to the center of the earth, jumanji, Disney movies in general, DreamWorks movies in general, schitts creek, ghost busters, tadc, Harry potter, percy jackson, comedy movies, my inner demons, dream smp,  and marvel in general.

Addicted to: fanfics, anime, ai chats, gummy/sour candy, tiktok, ghost hunting vids, music, stuffed animals.

Music taste: hazbin hotel and helluva boss music, Disney music, good charlotte, jelly roll, struggle jennings, tom macdonald, and country music.

Clothes style: short sleeve shirts, hoodies, Jean shorts and pants, converse, and a necklace if I'm feeling like it.

Must have: some sort of physical touch such as hugs or cuddles once or will go crazy

Allergies: dogs

(preferably don't give denki or Mic cuz I get those too often 😭. Thanks for your time!)

Demon Slayer

Tengen Uzi

My Hero Academia

Best Jeanist

You have deep special connections with both of them because of a shared creative spirit

They both think your hyper-ness is adorable and amusing

They both think of you as smart and appreciate that about you

They both love that you’re nerdy, they think it’s very cute and even have some nerdy interests themselves

Uzi freaking loves your sarcasm and loves giving it back just as much

Jeanist wasn’t expecting it but comes to find it humorous

As tall and intimidating as you are they are both taller and more intimidating

They are also just as much softies on the inside as you

I don’t know why but when you said your mind was dirty I just thought you meant like inappropriate stuff; innuendos or that sort of thing and I thought it would be funny because Tengen loves it even though he gets a little flustered and will do it right back. Poor Jeanist he gets so flustered, poor thing he doesn’t know how to act😂. But I did see you said F-ed up humor right after so I could have taken a different meaning

Either way they both find you very funny

They both try to be there for you and give you a safe space to express those emotions you suppress, they understand it will take time and it’s hard to break habits like that but they’re there for you if and when you need them

Jeanist especially will be sensitive to this and I think really dotes on you more than usual when he can sense you’re dealing with negative emotions

It’s good that you are sociable because both of them are also social, but they understand wanting to stick by people you know and are comfortable around

Both of them have a lot of expectations in their lives; the hero society and general public, the demon slayer corps, as well as internal pressure so they understand people pleasing well and might even have those tendencies themselves

They will help you to not do it too much to where you burn yourself out, if you want their help that is. If you just want them to be understanding and love you through it they’ll do that too

Honestly I think they are both so doting and wrapped around your finger they virtually never say no to you. Whatever you want is yours

They both happen to love basically all the stuff you listed you love so it’s really nice you can enjoy the same things

They both love physical affection like hugs or cuddles and will hug or cuddle you all the time

[edensbuttercups]

Adding a little continuation to this for @toothhurtyam because I love you and you deserve more Fanboy content 💕

(Sorry but Ash is still my peak cosy Danny Ramirez look) ---

A week had passed since your dinner date with Mickey, and the two of you had been texting almost every day, still meeting at the Hard Deck whenever you worked.

“Hangman, I think they’re waiting for you at the pool tables.” You said playfully, rolling his eyes at him when he groaned. “As much as I love kicking ass, I quite enjoy talking to you.” He hummed, flashing you his signature grin and taking a sip of his beer. Surprisingly, you and Hangman ended up becoming fairly good friends, if you could call each other that, fairly quickly, just like it happened with the rest of the squad. You looked at him, then let your gaze fall behind him, seeing Fanboy looking over, downing his beer and standing up, approaching you and Hangman with a grin. He placed the empty bottle on the counter and narrowed his eyes at Hangman, before giving you a warm smile. “Hello, Bartender.” He muttered, leaning his head in his hand, “Fancy meeting you here,” He said, just like he had when you showed up at his place. “We keep meeting, Garcia.” You teased, reaching for another bottle and placing it in front of him with a smile. “You’re stealing my attention.” Hangman pouted, looking at Fanboy, then at you, shaking his head when he decided that there likely wasn’t gonna be a conversation for him to join in here, if how you and Fanboy were looking at each other was anything to go by. “Gonna go show Coyote how to properly throw a dart. He might learn this time.” He hummed, standing and tipping his beer towards the two of you, walking back to the tables. “Jealous?” you teased, watching Fanboy’s shoulders relax as Hangman walked away. “Not quite. I’m pretty sure Hangman can’t cook as well as I do.” He grinned confidently at you. “I can find out.” You joked, pretending to raise your hand to call Hangman, smiling when he pulled your hand down, shaking his head and chuckling. “Nope. But you can find out if we have a similar taste in movies.” He said, sighing at his own words. “Not my smoothest way of inviting you to watch a movie at my place, so I’ll just clarify. Want to come over to my place tomorrow for movie night?” He asked, scratching behind his neck. “I’ll bring snacks.” You agreed, smiling when his smile matched your own, nodding contently before walking back to the squad, turning around to look at you just before reaching them to send you another smile, clearly happy that you’d be coming over. 

You arrived at his apartment, arms loaded with snacks and drinks, struggling to knock on his door and chuckling when he somehow heard you, opening the door for you and inviting you in. You took him in, an old comfy t-shirt that you had seen once before, when he came to keep you company during your shift on a day off, and you couldn’t help but smile at how good he looked, the dark cotton and bright-colored design making his skin glow.  "Hey, you made it!" he called, stepping in and closing the door behind him. "What did you bring? Please tell me you got some sour patch kids." You chuckled, holding up the bag of candy. "Of course, I did. And I brought some popcorn, chips, and soda too." "Yep, spotted the popcorn, and the chips," he grinned, leading you to the living room where he had set up a cozy little movie-watching area. “This looks good.” You hummed, sitting down as you waited for him to grab a few bowls for all the snacks and some glasses, leaning back against the pillows. He smirked, setting the snacks down in front of you, “tried my best”, he murmured. You munched on some popcorn as Mickey cued up the movie. It was an old romantic comedy, and you found yourself laughing and snuggling up to him as the story played out on the screen.

About halfway through the movie, there was a particularly funny scene, and you found yourself laughing, leaning into him as you did so, his arm squeezing you gently as he laughed as well. You looked up at Mickey, who was staring at you with an amused expression. "What?" you asked, trying to stifle your laughter. "You snorted," he said, grinning. You rolled your eyes, swatting at him playfully. "Shut up." He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. "It's cute," he said, looking down at you, his concentration no longer on the movie. You felt your cheeks flush at his words, but you couldn't help but feel flattered. "Thanks," you said, snuggling into him even more. "I'm glad you think so." Mickey smiled, his hand moving up to gently stroke your hair. "I always think so," he said softly, his eyes locking with yours. "You're beautiful and funny and so damn charming. It's hard not to be completely smitten with you." You felt your heart flutter at his words. "I could say the same about you," you said, reaching up to run a finger along his jawline, gently tilting his face towards you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, soft and gentle.

You melted into the kiss, feeling his arms wrap around you as you sighed against his lips, feeling all the tension of the week slip away. "You know, that movie wasn't nearly as good as this," he joked, gesturing to the two of you sitting on the couch. You laughed, feeling warm and happy. "I have to agree." He leaned in and kissed you again, deeper this time, his fingers threading through your hair. You lost yourself in the sensation, feeling completely content and comfortable in his arms.

After a few minutes, he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. "I have something for you," he said, reaching over to grab something off the coffee table. He handed you a small, intricately folded paper crane. You recognized it immediately as an origami, remembering when he had mentioned that he enjoyed doing it in his free time, starting it as a small hobby back when he was at the Academy. "I made it while I was waiting for you," he admitted, his cheeks turning slightly pink. You carefully examined the paper crane, marveling at the precise folds and intricate details. "It's beautiful," you said, looking up at him with a smile. "It's not much, but I wanted to give it to you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's lovely," you said, feeling touched by the gesture. "Thank you." He grinned, looking relieved. "I'm glad you like it." You set the paper crane down on the coffee table, reaching up to pull him closer, pressing a delicate kiss on his lips, feeling his arms wrap around you again and hold you close. 

[rafecameronsmistress]

MOVIE NIGHT

[description] fem reader x jj maybank

[summary] movie night at the chateau has more in store for you and jj other than a few jump scares

[cw + tw] pure fluff (for once), mild language, good anxiety

[authors note] it’s hard to create fluff when all you can think about its filthy story lines lol

feedback & requests always welcome!

enjoy 💗

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it’s movie night at the chateau

we like to get stoned then argue about wether we watch a comedy or a horror movie

“alright alright alright” john b says waving his arms at us “funny or scary”

i sit up and pass Sarah the joint “i vote funny” she takes a long drag “i also vote funny” i look at Kie “yeah, it’s a funny movie kind of night”

“lame” jj scoffs “i say we watch a scary movie” john b points at him “yeahhhh im gonna have to agree with jj” pope nods his head in agreement with them while sipping his drink

“well” john b claps his hands together “scary it is!”

“what? how? it’s even!” sarah rolls her eyes “sorry baby my house my rules” he winks at her

sarah kie and i groan in protest

“well let’s grab snacks and blankets i guess” kie says

i catch jj looking at me and i give a shy smile

i like him, a lot

i think everyone knows

i’m silently praying i can get a seat next to him, i feel like a little girl with her first ever boy crush

i grab a blanket, a bag of sour patch kids, and a water bottle

the couch is empty, i take a seat on the corner propping my arm up to scroll my phone before the movie starts

kie comes in and makes a bed on the floor, she usually falls asleep during movie nights

sarah and john b get comfortable on the love seat, her legs draped over his

pope sits on the same couch as me but on the opposite end leaving the middle open

my hands get sweaty and i fidget in my seat

what if he chooses the floor? what if he’d rather sit alone than sit with me?

jj is the last one to stroll into the living room he takes the last hit of the joint and stubs it out in the ashtray

he scans the room and eyes the open seat “looks like i get to snuggle up with you popey” he says pretending to pinch popes cheeks “jj do not touch my face i dont know where those hands have been” pope laughs “oh they’ve been to places you’ve never seen before” jj teases, pope pretends to gag, we all laugh

“okay maybank sit down so we can start the movie” john b instructs

jj plops on the couch next to me and immediately man spreads, his knee touching mine “ahhhh yep nice and comfy” he sighs, pope pushes jj’s knee off of his, but i don’t mind

just his knee touching me is causing my heart to race, i feel ridiculous, i’m totally blushing, and i have a stupid smirk i can’t wipe off my face

were an hour into the movie, Kie and Pope are already asleep, john b and sarah are sucking face

jj and i sit motionless, tension so thick you can cut it with a knife

i open my sour patch kids and put one halfway in my mouth when jj sticks his hand out asking for some “here you want this one?” i joke taking it off my tongue “i do actually” he says snatching it from my hands and sucking the sour powder off “sour, then sweet” he smirks then pops the candy in his mouth and returns to the movie

what was that? i’m sweating, my face red hot, i’m tingling in places that shouldn’t be tingling

i take a sip of my water hoping it’ll cool me down when i feel a pressure around me and fingers lightly touching my shoulder

oh my god it’s happening

i try my best to pay attention to the movie, it looks like jj is watching, i wonder what he’s thinking about

john b scoops up sarah bridal style not coming up for air and walks them into his bedroom

the suspense music gets louder, i shrink in size and cover my eyes, jj grips my shoulder tighter and giggles

i peek through my fingers and there’s a jump scare

“FUCK” i whisper scream trying not to wake up kie and pope jj leans over “oh c’mon it’s not that bad” “yes it is!” i whine “you’ll be alright i’ll save you” he says while shuffling closer to me

he covers his legs with my blanket then starts tracing abstract shapes onto my shoulder, it sends a shiver down my spine

the music grows loud again i cover my ears this time, jj wraps his arms around my head and pulls me into his chest, i can heart his rapid heart beat but is it because of the movie or because of me?

he lets go of my head once the scary part is over “i got you” he smiles, i smile back

we haven’t let go of eye contact, those big blue eyes pierce my soul, i can feel my heart beat in my throat

he lifts his hand and pushes hair behind my ear then gently holds my face

i feel like i’m going to vomit

jj takes a deep breath through his nose then leans in

his full soft lips intertwine with mine and i feel myself melt, i go dumb with the taste of jj maybank on my lips

he holds the sides of my face with both hands and slips me some tongue, i’m getting hot

the sound of our mouths is sending me into what feels like a day dream

he pulls back slowly and rests his forehead on mine

“i’m sorry i- i’ve been meaning to do that for a long time now and-“ i put my finger on my mouth shushing him “do it again” i smile

[silkendandelion]

Million Dollar Baby (completed), A One Piece fanfiction

Sir Crocodile x OC (male) Words: 40.8k Genre: Comedy, drama, smut, fluff

Summary: Well, they found a way to be comfortable. Very comfortable.

Rated Explicit for sexual content and strong language. Reader discretion is advised. Rating changes published per chapter.

This chapter is 99% smut 1% plot, feel free to skip it or come back later and you haven't missed anything. Enjoy <3

Chapter 3

River was no stranger to performance. Not that he ever tried to be disingenuous, but even before he left waiting tables on his home island for coming to the sunny coast, he knew some people just needed a little encouragement in the bedroom.

He wasn’t the exception either. A hostess from that beach-side restaurant, a girl whose big, brown eyes reflected back his puppy love, pocketed his virginity with grace the same summer he left for America. And although he ended up begging for her forgiveness after losing himself too soon, lips pressed between her thighs until all he knew was the salt of her taste and her reverent cries, it taught him the power of a little patience.

Power he paid forward every time he went to work and gave a client a spoonful of sugar to give them their confidence back, or a sour candy tease to remind them they were there to have fun.

This wasn’t one of those times.

The weight of Crocodile’s cock on his tongue grounded him, wide like the body of it’s owner and hot where it nudged the back of his throat. He preferred to have hands in his hair while he sucked someone off, but Crocodile seemed determined to groan into his fist, and the flash of white teeth around his knuckles would do for now. If only River was as good at reading minds as he was at melting them, he could have braced himself.

He might have known that the flash of his enticing eyes, the slack of his lips spread wide and the soaked fruit of his tongue curved around the underside of Crocodile’s cock, while not a deliberate provocation, would still break him. Even gentleman have their limits.

Especially gentleman.

Suddenly being grabbed, hoisted up and carried to the bedroom didn’t surprise him, nor did Crocodile’s hasty opening of his shirt, undoing just enough buttons to breathe. Snatching up a condom, even swatting away River’s hands where he tried to put in on for him, again, wasn’t a surprise. After edging the entire evening on “did you get enough to eat?” and “how was dessert?”, he was frankly ready to be getting on with the show, precum spotting the front of his panties and thighs spread wide in invitation.

No, the surprise came when, instead of a pressure to his hole, he felt a warm kiss to the top of his foot. Soft, intimate lips moved to his ankle, higher still to mouth at the back of his knee until they repeated their path up his other leg. He tried to close his quivering thighs, but steel-strong arms snapped them back open. Forced to endure the gap between the vice grip on his thigh and the peppering of kisses on parts of him he can’t say have ever been kissed—the room spun above him, a moment of vulnerability that he managed to shove down until it pooled in his belly and became a pinkish blush.

As he would soon learn, he laid beneath a predator, one who intended to eat him slowly, and then all at once. Crocodile took his first mouthfuls in every inch of his smooth skin, and by the time his kisses had reached River’s flushed neck, his whole body had begun to vibrate, ruddy in all his creases and eyelashes damp with tears.

Perfect.

As a self-proclaimed cruel man, Crocodile wanted him just like this. With blood pooled to his skin beneath grazes of his teeth too gentle to bruise, berry-red lips panting pleas to move on already, that he needed him now. None of River’s usual lines came to melted mind, no practiced faces or encouraging whispers. Just like that. He wanted him honest, and he wanted him loud.

“Take your pleasure,” Crocodile said as he switched them, now laid with the beauty a fragile heap in his lap. “It will be your only reprieve before I take you.”

It was Crocodile’s turn to be surprised, when River’s strength revealed itself as hands gripping his shirt, yanking him upright—for a moment, he believed he would kiss him—to demand he place more of those addicting, suckling kisses to his moaning throat. With a hot moan beside Crocodile’s ear, River finally peeled his panties to the side to slip himself onto the generous length of his cock.

A keen rises up from his blushing chest, high and tight, what might have been a warning to not get too carried away, but he was so high on the crackles of static up that zipped up his spine every time Crocodile pulled his skin between his teeth, it was little more than babble.

“Fuck, right there,” River pants, quieter than before, as he began to rock in his lap in needy circles. The part of his brain that told him to bounce higher because it would fell better for his client was quickly overpowered by the one that moaned how good it felt to be fucked deep and slow and impossibly full.

Crocodile sure didn’t appear to mind, bracing his feet on the carpet—suddenly realizing he still had his shoes on—and answering every indulgent, practiced swirl with a seeking shove and ragged growl. When he finally found words beyond “so good, so tight” and “beautiful, beautiful”, he breathed his tease against his sternum:

“I think you can come like this. Selfish little thing, keeping me deep and grinding your spot on my cock.”

The gasp in his chest swelled. “Oh, is that what you want? To feel me come?”

Now that was entirely too many words, too coherent for Crocodile’s liking, so he moved his hands off his ass to the slope of his waist, bodily lifting him up and down hard enough the slap of their thighs competed with River’s startled moans as they rang off the crown molding of the ceiling.

He tried to hang on, really he did, but his surprise at being so easily manhandled just drew him tighter around Crocodile’s cock, the increased friction enough for his orgasm to race up on him too fast, bowing his back hard and soaking through his panties in pearlescent streaks. All the while, Crocodile panted against his collarbones, basking in the squeeze of his fever-hot body, tight as a bowstring until he finally melted to almost slip through his fingers.

Crocodile slipped himself free as carefully as he could to lay him on the duvet, acknowledging his precious murmur of discontent with a few more kisses. Beneath his lips, River’s heartbeat still pounds, a steady thump while he traces his pulse up his body. He stops short of his lips, just barely, at the affection in his eyes, the inaudible, singing want that drags a shiver up his spine and excites a twinge in his belly. He’s so hard it hurts, and his heart really can’t take being stared at so adoringly, so he flips River onto his stomach in hopes it’ll stop him from taking a kiss.

But the wheezy chuckle River makes at his expense, playful and hopelessly charming, just fills Crocodile’s heart even more—and earns him a single, good spank so he knows he’s meant to behave himself, or else. The moan it startles from him is deliciously obscene, appropriately teasing and, if he does it again, Crocodile might spank him more even if he’s good.

As sweet as he found him, tasting of salted honey when he lapped at his edges, Crocodile knew he had to ground himself in the reality of their transaction, if only so he kissed his cheek when he leaned over him, instead of his lips. The tilt of River’s chin into the kiss was almost too cruel, especially when Crocodile’s cock slipping back inside earned him the sweetest sound yet. Somewhere between a moan and a whine, he wanted to hear it every day forever more, whether wrapped around his name or squeezed from his chest as he struggled to breathe under his pleasure, that didn’t matter, he just needed more.

Louder, his thrusts demanded as they snapped forward, locked into a hard, relentless rhythm that left nothing but praise on River’s tongue as he twitched around him, his body scrambling to adjust from deep and slow to deeper and too goddamn fast.

“That’s it,” was the breathless rumble from Crocodile’s chest, tongue wetting his lips around a ragged groan.

“Fuck—just like that,” River cried out, beginning to pant around more almost-words, nothing Crocodile needed to understand anyway. Not when his body was far better at communicating his pleasure, from the sheen of sweat on his spine to the dizzying squeeze of his insides, all the way up to his useless mouth where his moans slipped off his drool and down to the sheets.

When was the last time it felt like this?

Sex was his job, River was used to some days being better than others. Certain clients brought a tingle of anticipation, and others he knew he would have to hold the pose and “Come for me, baby” all the way to the end. He couldn’t remember (not that his brain was in any state to reflect) the last client who made the back of his thighs prickle, body too hot for his skin, needing to come so badly he just might beg and it wouldn’t be part of the script.

If they didn’t get it together soon, he was going to pass out and this insufferable, romantic man was going to fuck him stupid. If it wasn’t the best sex he’s ever had, he might have thought to ban him as a client. If he ever walked again, he still might.

No more pent-up business types with big, stupid cocks and deep, awful voices.

“If you keep getting tighter, you’re going to make me come,” Crocodile growled behind his ear, helpless to not place a kiss on the soft skin there. Too gentle of a kiss for the grip of his hand to the small of his waist, right where it bowed under the desperate strain of keeping himself from being fucked through the pillows.

The irony of a professional fucked to death didn’t escape River, though he found little air in his lungs to breathe let alone explain himself. You don’t understand. He was a force, and the more I cried his name, the more he gave. Wouldn’t you want to keep him too?

But even fucked out he wasn’t completely helpless, and he gathered the last of his strength to cast watery eyes over his shoulder, spreading himself with shaking fingers for the heat of Crocodile’s gaze, so unlike the buttoned-up businessman that had hooked him earlier with just a curl of his finger.

“Don’t—don’t stop, I’m going to come too,” River begged and, if given the opportunity, Crocodile would have bet too much money he saw the glitter of little hearts in his pleading eyes.

“Perfect for me… Tight and soft. Feels so good.” The gravel in his praise loosed a shiver up River’s spine. To be under his attention was overwhelming, the confidence in his stroke and rolling thunder in his throat, a storm who didn’t ask “Do you like that?” or “Do you want me to come inside you?” because he already knew the answer.

God, yes please.

Strong, white teeth ground together when River tilted his hips to offer him a little more pressure on the side of his cock he liked best. His answer was not supposed to be even more strength from his thrusts—where did he even find it—and River found himself knocked off elbows, face-down in the pillows to be covered by his wide, feverish chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” were his last words, rushed and fumbled, high in his chest under the crash of his orgasm, so hard his thighs quivered and knees slipped against the mattress when his body went taut. A few more stuttered thrusts was all it took for Crocodile to follow, filling the condom on a long, shattered groan. His sturdy arms managed to keep River from falling completely limp to his stomach as he came down, held aloft to allow Crocodile to rut his hips forward until he had rung himself of every last spark of pleasure.

River’s vision came in and out as he registered arms gently lying them on their sides, and the gentle press of soothing kisses over his flushed neck and shoulders. The itchy scratch of his overused throat prompted him to swallow and try to speak. “You’re exhausting, you know that?”

“Mm. I’ve got you,” is the satisfied murmur against his hair (wig), and River knew the moment Crocodile stepped away, he would chuck the thing across the room so his scalp could breathe again.

“Clean up after yourself,” said River, surprisingly steady for the wavering of his moans minutes ago. Crocodile supposed it must be the shattering of the illusion, and excused himself to begin to honor his request, first with tying off the condom.

At the bathroom mirror, River hunched over the sink, thoroughly scrubbing his hands when Crocodile appeared behind him with a steaming washcloth. Though he was steeled enough not to flinch, his muscles stiffened under the brush of Crocodile’s thumb over his lower back, and the light, studying sweep of his eyes over sweat-dampened skin.

“I’m not so helpless I need you to wash me with a rag like a child.” Despite his bite, River just leaned against the sink, making no move to push him away. The redness around his scrubbed knuckles told Crocodile where his ejaculate had gone, down the drain with the chemistry in the room.

“It’s not about helplessness, it’s about being polite. Don’t your clients take care of you? And did you not tell me to clean up after myself?” His question ended on the pull of his thumb against River’s cheek, swiping the hot rag over his open, reddened hole to clean lubricant and remnants of what must have been his own orgasm, since Crocodile had ensured the condom he threw away was intact.

“I meant your condom, you—ow.” His tiny complaint urged Crocodile to press the heat to his sore skin, just long enough to soothe the sting. “And to answer your question…”

Crocodile tossed the dirty rag away, deeming his work finished with a final graze of his knuckles and his own turn at the sink. “Hm?”

“Yes, some clients do want to take care of me.”

“Mm,” came his grunted reply. Sleep tugged at his eyelids where he prodded his reflection, the jet-lag under his eyes and complexion flushed from rigorous exercise. Had he stayed inside the hotel like most evenings he spent in this city, he would be positively corpse-like.

“Does that mean you don’t usually let them?” He said finally.

“Still don’t, Sir Crocodile. A little aftercare isn’t a kindness, it’s polite. Just like you said.”

So who is kind to you then? Who do you allow?

“You can shower first,” River called over his shoulder as he wandered off, still naked and unashamed. “Goodnight, sir.”

“Goodnight, River.”

~*~

When the suite was finally quiet again, Crocodile didn’t bother to check the time. Going straight to the shower was less mortifying than finding out exactly how long he had indulged himself so… enthusiastically. Like he was a hedonist, on par with that insufferable Doflamingo.

He tilted his face into the water, too much pressure, too hot, and just perfect to peel himself a new man when he finally wandered from the steaming bathroom.

Through the windows, the dark sky (as dark as it could be in downtown) told him he still had time to get his usual four hours of sleep, and for the first time in the passed 24 hours his jaw relaxed. He didn’t even reach for his cigars as he stepped over their strewn clothes with the intention to bed down in the guest room—until a head of blonde hair caught his eye. Well, just a blonde wig because the head it belonged to was currently burrowed into a plush down pillow, sleeping deeply among the rumpled sheets.

The sliver of light from the bathroom revealed his guest was actually a brunette, his black hair cropped close to the back of his neck and long on top to obscure his sleeping face. His hand rose against his will, within inches of his bangs till he caught himself. No matter how handsome, how charming he found him—the intimate sight wasn’t for him, and the man in his bed wasn’t his.

He really needed to get some sleep.

Chapter 4