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[jsuh]

johnny // 250119 nct 127 4th tour 'neo city: seoul - the momentum'

[en-lov3r]

𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕪.

[itsoutrageouss]

Part four of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley seeing you cry for the first time, due to demand which I am (so) grateful for. Simon’s accidentally a little mean at the wrong time lol- readers on her period.

It’s the second time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that he looses himself into some kind of caretaker instinct.

The last time it had happened, it was after a brutal mission where he’d found you as a crying heap on the floor. So naturally his heart started pounding painfully in his chest when he creaked the door open to your room and saw you curled in bed, sniffling softly.

Once again the vulnerability you showed seemed to hurl him away like a storm. It was such a precious, private side of you and he wanted to go on his knees for you in thanks for allowing him to see it.

He’s by your side with three stalking striders, crouching down next to the bed. His hand hovers over your waist, then your shoulder, then your face because he doesn’t know if he can, or even where he should touch you right now, your shoulders shaking as your head nuzzles into your tear stained pillow.

“Hey. Stop.” He says, voice almost holding a small tremble, laced with panic because as much as he adored this side of you, he wanted you to smile again. Please?

You didn’t respond, only curled further away like an uninterested cat. He frowns and then grabs your neck, gently turning it until you meet his gaze. He wants to gasp at how pretty you look with glistening, red cheeks and glossy eyes, lashes sticking together as you pout at him.

“What is it lovie?” The nickname slips before he knows how to stop it and he winces internally, tensing. But it seems to coax you to nuzzle your face into his hand instead, and he keeps it completely still, scared that a single movement would scare you away. He feels your cold cheek press into his palm, itching to curl his fingers into the soft skin.

“Nothing” you whine.

He huffs. Jesus Christ.

“Nothing, yeah? That’ why you’re crying like a baby?” He smiles, eyes crinkling behind the mask but yours have closed and he sees your face contort into more sadness, more crying and his eyes go wide, immediately holding you a little tighter.

“No! No, shit, sweet’eart it was a joke” he says quickly, voice urgent. You usually took all his teasing with great stride or an even better comeback, but seeing you cry even more because of him made a strange knot form in his throat that he couldn’t seem to swallow down.

You demonstratively turn your back to him on the bed. It was actually insane to him, seeing you like this. You were always sharp, focused, witty; slapping Johnny and Simon on the arm when they start bantering too much on the way to a mission.

He was sort of addicted to it, he thought, as even your back turning made something warm flutter in his stomach as he reached for your shoulder, entire hand able to envelop it and tug gently.

“M’ sorry? M’ sorry just… talk to me.” Silence ensues.

“Please.” The word falls unnaturally from his lips.

It seems to be the keyword because your head turns painfully slow until you blink up at him, now with a slight scowl.

“It hurts” you whisper, bottom lip jutting out. He immediately pulls your cover down to your thigh to start looking you over for injuries but your cold hands tug his wrist and puts his palms over your lower stomach. He blinks.

“You pregnant?” He blurts.

Your eyes widen and he swears he sees a hint of a smile and triumph floods his system. “No you idiot! I’m on my period. Cramps!” You say with a shake of your head, eyes closing for a beat.

He was a bloody idiot to be fair. A lot of things from today seemed to click for him when you said that, and his shoulders relax, head tilting as his eyes narrow, framed by the black mask. His hands on your stomach fan out, thumbs stroking the skin under your shirt. He feels your muscles tighten at his touch.

“Sensitive?” He muses.

“Shut it” you mumble, looking away and trying not to let the enjoyment of his touch show too much, but your eyes flutter closed and he could practically hear you purring. But he doesn’t say anything, once again afraid he’ll ruin this little bubble that you’ve let him be a part of, for reasons he doesn’t understand.

After long minutes of comfortable silence, his hands running over the expanse of your stomach, caressing and massaging softly, he sees your lips part in soft breaths. Slowly and lingering, his hands retreat so he doesn’t do anything stupid. But you whine, immediately noticing the lack of his touch, even in your half asleep state, grabbing for him. His jaw flexes as he tried not to smile.

“M’ gonna run you a bath, lovie. I’ll be right back.” He promised, suddenly turning into some kind of caretaker role he never thought he wanted to be. Until you came along and now he finds himself wanting to do all kinds of things for you, after seeing how you reacted to his touch. The scrunch of your brows when he tells you he’ll run you a bath gives him a high he can ride for days.

He’s just trying to repay how sweetly you bandaged his hands weeks ago. To repay how you played along to his little story at the last mission about how you and him had met.

Trying to repay these insatiable and foreign feelings you brought forth in him, so you wouldn’t take them away. Ever.

Now maybe he just had to actually tell you about them? No. No way. The thought was forced from his mind immediately.

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[softfem-dom]

look at me, I'm sandra dee the outsiders headcanons

synopsis :

what would happen if Ponyboy Curtis had a twin sister? with her curling iron, checkered dresses, baking recipes and nail polish.. how would the gang deal with a sandy olson bloke?

or headcanons for being the only Curtis' sister.

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tags/warnings : third person pov, cuss words, canon-violence, typical sexist female steryotipes, 60's view in feminity, the gang (*cough**cough* Dallas and Steve *cough**cough*) bullying her in a friendly manner, the reader is kinda like sandy from grease.

The whole gang was sitting on the couch of the Curtis' living room, the TV playing Mickey Mouse. It was silent except for the sound of Darry cooking in the kitchen. Or that was until.. "DALLAS WINSTON!!!" your voice boomed across the whole house, just as all the greasers in the living room snapped their heads in the direction of your room Dallas came running through the hall while laughing his ass off. He was holding your curling iron in one of his hands, the cable pretty much flying behind him with how quick he was running. "I don't know no Dallas Winston, princess!" was his yelled out reply before he disappeared into the kitchen. It wasn't even two seconds before they saw you running hot on his trail, half of your hair neatly done and the other still without styling. "hey!" that was Darry's voice. "what the hell are you two gooses doing?!?"

⮞ to say you're shielded would be an understatement.

⮞ ever since you were born, as the only babygirl in the household, both your brothers and your parents have taken care of you.

⮞ yeah, you fought with Ponyboy a lot in your toddler years —especially about your toys, but you all cared for each other.

⮞ and now that you're in the gang, it's like the protectiveness has multiplied enormously.

⮞ as the only girl in the group, you're the designated babysitter for Two-Bit's little sister if he ever has to bring her along. ^you'll both be in your room, doing her hair or painting her nails. ^she adores you.

⮞ the gang bullies you in a friendly way, and I mean that Dallas likes to make fun of your girly things (nail polish, curlers, plushies, etc)

⮞ Darry does all the cooking in the house, but you do the baking.

⮞ Steve loves you.

⮞ like he loves you a lot.

⮞ whenever the gang comes by to hang out at the house, you've baked or are baking something sweet for all of them to eat and he devours your chocolate cake like a fucking animal.

⮞ they all smoke like two packs of cancer sticks a day, but god forbid you ever touch one of those Darry'll cut your hand off.

⮞ you're not allowed to smoke or drink. ^Dallas has sneaked you a few cans of beer sometimes.

⮞ one time Dallas made fun of you for the faces you pulled while putting on mascara and the next second he had Steve and Soda holding him down forcefully as you put mascara on him. ^he was full on kicking and squirming around like the girl in the exorcist and screaming as if you were burning him 💀

⮞ since then he keeps his traps shut about you and your make-up.

⮞ you're actually Johnny's favourite out of the whole gang btw.

⮞ you're calm, and giggly and spend your time doing unharmful and enjoyable things that he'd take over fighting anyday.

⮞ he likes to sit on your bed, reading one of your books, while you curl your hair or put on make-up.

⮞ Ponyboy is your forced and reluctant fashion man that will tell you "yeah, it looks good, like the one before" when you show him an outfit.

⮞ Soda's your biggest hypeman though, he'll actually tell you some pretty good advice on what looks better on you.

⮞ Darry won't admit it, but when you dress in something frilly or pink it gives him nostalgia of when you were a 6 year-old toddler running around on your glittery pink princess dresses.

⮞ We all know Soda is the middle man between Darry and Pony all the time. You, on the other hand, are never taken into account in their discussions.

⮞ Sad but true, they don't really hold your opinions as that important because you "don't know how the world works"

⮞ Steve and Dallas are always teasing you like those annoying gossip aunts in the Christmas dinner asking about a boyfriend.

⮞ they don't know you're staying clear of boys for your eldest brother's sake. Darry really doesn't need the additional stress of you being with some boy he doesn't know that well.

⮞ Anytime Tim comes to the house for whatever he'll give you clothes from his sister or stuff that she's grown out like a specific colour of nail polish or whatever.

⮞ you're not allowed to go to the rumbles, firstly because Ponyboy isn't either due to age and because you're a girl.

⮞ greasers don't pick fights with society girls, but society boys do pick fights with greaser girls.

⮞ you've got a curfew, and Darry will get even more worried than when he did with Pony if you ever get late.

⮞ you've got princess treatment from Soda and Steve whenever you drop by at the gas station to keep them company.

⮞ they tell you to just 'sit there and be pretty' (referring to the counter) whenever one of them has to go attend a customer.

⮞ you've actually, embarassingly so, when you were

younger had a huge crush on Dallas.

⮞ you were 10 and he was the handsome bad boy that tugged on your ponytails, what were you supposed to do?

⮞ he found out three years later, once you no longer where crushing on him, because Two-Bit ran his mouth too much and now he mocks you on it and calls you all kinds of nicknames just for funsies.

⮞ god forbid any of the boys hurts you with an insensitive comment because Darry will knock their teeth out of their mouths without hesitation.

⮞ one time Two-Bit said that your dress looked dumb while he was drunk and Darry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him to apologise to you and tell you that your dress was really pretty.

⮞ talking about dresses and Darry, he always measures that your skirt goes at least two fingers over your knee before letting you go out lol.

⮞ overall they just act like a bunch of overprotective —and idiotic— older brothers.

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Hey can I request the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better

author note: the snort I snorted. I suppose this is a sequel to this request. No actions are described. I'm dying this request killed me LMAOOO.

Johnny Cage: -Why is his smile getting so big? Why does it look so wicked? -"Oh, dear-" Johnny purrs out, walking towards you with open arms "I already have the perfect diet to taste delicious." -He doesn't hug you but gets dangerously close, his figure imposing in front of yours. -"Your memory must be playing trick to you-" His lips close to your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine, making you arch your body towards his chest. "Let's try it again? Just to remind you how delicious I am."

Kenshi Takahashi: -If he was drinking, he spits. If he wasn't, he coughs, choking on his saliva. -Kenshi knows that he doesn't taste like peaches and everything nice, but… is he that bad? -Nobody ever complained. -Kenshi will act annoyed, dropping the topic the second you bring it up. -Doesn't mean he won't start drinking the juice at any occasion he isn't with you. Kenshi cares about his partner.

Raiden: -His face gets so pale when you tell him that. You were worried he was going to pass out. -If only Raiden likes pineapple… -He gags every time he tastes it. -Raiden wouldn't mind trying different ways, but please no pineapples. -Or he'll just go down on you forever. -One of the few cases where your partner wouldn't mind if you never go down on him.

Kung Lao: -"Dunno what you are talking about. When I kissed you, I tasted fine." -1HKO. -Lao is a teasing shit, but he doesn't mind changing diet to make you happy. -You are lucky this guy eats everything. Ask Raiden. He had to pay for shit that he didn't even think could be cooked.

Liu Kang: -"Don't joke, dear one." "What do you mean? I'm not joking." "With Godhood you get many pros, you know?" "So what? They gave you amazing tasting semen?" "I'd say holy and delicious." "Oh God, Liu Kang!" "You don't need to call me twice." -You lost. Accept it. -Liu Kang will kiss your forehead to sweeten your loss.

Geras: -He knows about this stuff, but Geras thought he already had a good and balanced diet. -He accepts without making a fuss about it. -And maybe go even further, looking in the future to see if there are ways to make it taste even better to you.

Bi-Han: -You told him during breakfast, he choke on his tea. -His brain barely works and you start talking about his cum??? -"You seemed to enjoy it very much both yesterday night and the times before." "But-" "Don't you say another word." -But the damage is done, a woodworm penetrating his head and not leaving Bi-Han alone. -Maybe, for you, he'll do it.

Kuai Liang: -He looks at you, cheeks red and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. -Okay?? Liang will do it because he loves you. -But also, did you have to ask for lunch? With the risk of Tomas and Harumi hearing! -For sure he's gonna ask if something changed the next time you go at it. -The next morning btw.

Tomas Vrbada: -Flat line, he has a poker face but it doesn't seem like he is breathing? You are more worried about his health now. -Tomas just didn't expect this? But he doesn't mind drinking it to make your experience more enjoyable. -Now since you complained once, Tomas has something to say too… -A good relationship includes talking after all, right?

[thatoneautisticshark]

SoapGaz....I need SoapGaz...(Please)

I love these twooo! You weren't particularly spefic so it's pretty tame and just kinda cuddly vibes.

Johnny did not grow up in a touchy or affectionate home. His family wasn't bad, but they didn't touch.

He never grew up with touch or cuddles. Hell when he left for the military he got a firm handshake, no hugs or kisses. Just a handshake and being told not to die.

So Johnny didn't know how to give or receive touch, and that was.. fine. He lived without it, sure if anyone touched him he'd freeze and turn pink, but it was fine.

His sex life was… Mediocre at best? Calling it good felt too high praise. He hadn't hated the encounters, but they had been far from enjoyable.

He'd had a few one night stands, all with women, one.. failed one with a man. The second a hand went down his pants he had panicked and bolted.

So he really only ever had sex with women.

So he didn't seem out sex anymore. The encounters always took so much work, compared to the very dull act. So that was fine.

But it wasn't that he didn't want touch. No, he wanted it more than he could articulate. Sometimes he layed in bed and swore his skin itself was itching and aching for touch.

He had to settle for not having it however, he developed the habit of cuddling his pillow and that was that. It… quelled the feeling a little and he learnt to live with it.

That was until he joined the 141. In the first meeting with Price, the captain had giving him a firm handshake on greeting, but by the end, put his hand on Johnny's shoulder and said “Glad to have you on the team, son”

Johnny had frozen, barely able to nod in acknowledgment. Price was giving out touch so easy, he vaguely wondered if the rest of the team was the same.

As it turned out, not quite. Ghost wasn't a big toucher, he would occasionally, but didn't initiate much touch.

Gaz was a whole different story, he touched. God did he touch. The first meeting of him and Johnny, he was already slinging an arm around the Scots shoulders as he introduced himself.

Gaz touched any opportunity he got. He was always leaning, bumping knees, high fives, fist bumps, half hugs.

Gaz seemed incapable of functioning if he wasn't touching someone. Johnny was… slowly improving at not freezing up at every touch. He was beginning to settle into all of Gaz's touchy routines.

If Johnny made a funny joke, Gaz would have a hand on Johnny or slap his shoulder as he laughed.

After a successful mission? Fist bump, and in the heli, their knees would be pressed together.

If Johnny was leaving for a mission the other wasn't going on? He got a tight squeezey hug and told he better come back in one piece.

If Gaz was going on a mission that Johnny wasn't going on. He stared, intently at Johnny. Slightly glaring, just staring at the scot.

It took about 3 months for Johnny to realise he was waiting for a goodbye hug.

And so became the routines. Gaz's ‘Hey where the hell's my goodbye hug’ look, slowly turned into a, ‘give me a hug’ look.

And Johnny was slowly learning to successfully initiate touch and receive it. He began to get comfortable around Gaz, even occasionally pulling him into slight hugs.

One night as he slowly settled reluctantly into bed, he groaned. Gaz's team was meant to arrive back early today and they weren't here yet, he was worried about his best friend.But he knew staying up worrying would help no one.

Gaz would be here when he woke up, he told himself.

He was correct… although he wasn't expecting Gaz to be quite so close. The man was pressed against Johnny's chest, head tucked beneath Johnny's chin and fast asleep.

Johnny froze. A million thoughts in his head, he was grateful and relieved that Gaz was alive and seemingly unharmed, but also baffled.

Why was the other man snuggling him in his bed?He blinked but decided on not waking the other, Gaz was obviously exhausted. He could stay here a little longer. Anyways, Gaz was a warm and comfortable weight.

Eventually the other man began to stir, groaning and shifting around a bit. “Morning.. ‘Tav.”

Johnny nodded awkwardly. “Uh… morning Ky. …..Why are you in my bed?” He questioned before immediately regretting how mean it sounded.

Gaz, luckily, didn't give a shit. “Got back from mission”

“....I … well yeah ay can see that …”

Gaz sighed slightly. “The mission was really long, okay?...I..well I'm not hurt, but I really thought I'd die several times and just… didn't want to be alone. It's grounding.”

Oh.

Johnny freezes, he hadn't thought of that. He'd never really thought of touch as something that could be grounding, but now that Gaz had said so, he kinda saw it. “Aye … eh.. carry on then”

[she-wolf09231982]

Joe Toye

“The Bunny and The Fox”

Summary: You thought Joe Toye was too scary to even consider a friend, but he proves to be not only a great friend, but also a lover.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeToyeX!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, *John Wayne/McClintock Movie Quote*, FOREVER FLUFF

@awaterfalls 😁🪖♠️🦅❤️

These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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He always appeared so….serious. His face in a constant state of pissed off and disdain. If looks could kill, Joe Toye (and Johnny Martin) wouldn’t have needed weapons in the war.

You avoided him all through Toccoa. He just seemed like the type to leave the hell alone. But every now and then, you caught a glimpse of him smiling or laughing with the guys.

“Not bad.” You’d think to yourself as you admired his smile.

Since you trained with Easy as a medic, you rarely had an excuse to speak to him unless he was injured. Even then you kept your conversation short and sweet with hardly any eye contact. But with his low raspy voice came a sense of calm while you took care of him. You supposed he seemed friendly enough.

~~~~~~

June 1944 Post D-Day

Orders were given to take Carentan where German soldiers were being sheltered. Carentan was the main crossroad between Cotentin and Calvados where the ally force's tanks needed passage to attack the main objective, Cherbourg.

"Listen up!" LT Welsh shouted. "It'll be dark soon. I want light and noise discipline from here on. No talking, no smoking. And no playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz. We're taking Carentan. It's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach can link up and head inland. Until we take Carentan, they're stuck on the sand. General Taylor's sending the whole division."

Some of the men began to grumble under their breath. Everyone started to stir to gather their gear to begin the journey to Carentan.

Walking in a file formation on each side of the road to Carentan. You found yourself walking in front of Toye as Perconte proceeded you.

“Hey Toye, why you always in the middle when we convoy anywhere? Ain’t you ever in the front?” Guarnere teased.

“I go wherever the medic goes in case I get hit, Bill.” Joe responded.

You blushed and dared to sneak a glance behind you. As you did, Toye met your gaze shooting you a quick wink. You quickly look back to the front embarrassed he caught you acknowledging him.

“Awe now look what ya did. You scared her.” Guarnere teased.

You hear some of the guys laugh.

“Maintain your noise discipline.” Winters reminded.

~~~~~~~

"MEDIC!!"

You and Doc on separate ends of the streets trying to keep low to tend to the wounded.

You rush to two soldiers landing on your knees next to them, one on the ground with a trail of blood coming from his helmet, the other crouching over him.

"He's still breathing, help me carry him!" You call out. You each grab an arm of the injured soldier and drag him behind a building.

While you're working on the nameless soldier's head wound, a drug store gets blasted by German artillery not far from where you were, the force from the explosion sending you sideways into the brick wall next to you.

You shake your head to stop the ringing in your ears. Everything you could hear was distant as your vision became fuzzy and dark. You start to smack your ear trying to make it pop so you can get back to your senses.

“Y/L/N! We gotta move! Get up!” Toye’s muffled voice yelled out.

He grabbed you by the arm pulling you up to your feet. You still couldn’t barely see so you held onto his arms for dear life.

“I-I can’t see nothin’ Joe!” You called out to him.

“Ok, come on…UP we go!” You hear him grunt as he threw you over his shoulder.

You feel him trotting to safety while blast after blast erupted all around you. You feel him lower you as gently as he could to the ground against a wall.

“Hey, look at me.” Toye said as he guided your face towards his, “Can you see me now?”

You shake your head, “No, it’s all dark and blurry.” You reply as tears started to stream down your cheeks.

Were you going blind?? Is this it? You’re not going to be able to see your family’s faces? Never see your own reflection? You feel yourself slipping into shock.

“Hey! Stay with me now, ok doll? Don’t cry. Doc’s on his way.” You hear Toye’s voice break through your thoughts.

Doc ducked behind the wall with you and Toye.

“What’s the matta’ with her?” You hear Gene ask.

“She can’t see. Says everything is blurry.”

“Gene, I think I’m going blind. Am I going blind??” You asked panicked trying to reach out for him.

“What happened before she couldn’t see?”

“A shell dropped right by her and she went flying into a brick wall.”

Gene nodded, “That’ll do it. You got a concussion, Y/L/N, you ain’t goin’ blind.”

You released a sigh of relief.

“Joe, can you get her back to HQ? She ain’t no good out here if she can’t see nothin’.”

“I got her, Doc.”

~~~~~~~

Toye got you back to an aid station not long after Easy Company claimed victory over Carentan. You remained there until the following day after your vision returned. As you approached a group of the guys from Easy, you were welcomed with whoops and cheers.

“Hey! Look who it is!” Luz called out.

All the guys turned to find you walking towards them.

“Hey look what the cat dragged in!” Malarkey joked.

The chorus of laughter from the men lifted your spirits.

“Yeah, I look rough, I know. Thanks guys.” You greet.

You looked around for Toye.

“He’s over there.” Luz pointed out as he gestured with is thumb over his shoulder.

“Oh, I just, uh, wanted to thank him for-“ you began.

“-yeah, yeah we know. He’s over there.” Malarkey interjected pointing down the street.

You feel yourself get flustered so you scamper off to where they said Joe was. As you walk through the rubble that Carentan has become, you see Toye standing in a circle with a few of the other guys from Easy. He throws his cigarette butt on the ground, stomping it out with his boot before he turns and sees you.

His face lights up when he saw you walking up.

“Hey there she is!” Guarnere hailed.

Bill met you and extended his hand for you to shake, which you obliged.

“Good to see you, Bill.”

“Glad to see you up and about, doll.” He pulled you in closer, “Someone’s been real worried about you since they left you at the aid station, by the way.” He disclosed.

You pull back and met Bill’s face with confusion. He winked and motioned over to Toye with his chin.

“Go on and say hi to him.” Bill added.

You narrow your eyes at him and smile. You slowly approach Toye as he stood there with his hands in his pockets and smirking as he patiently waited for you.

“Hey, Toye.” You squeak.

“Hey, Y/L/N. Good to see you.” He replied with his signature husky voice.

“Well, if it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be here. Thank you for helping me.” You say as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

You hear Guarnere whistle. You turn around and shake your head at him.

Toye cleared his throat, “It was nothin’.”

You both stood there awkwardly until Bill came over.

“Hey, the guys were going to go to the bar that survived the wreck. You wanna join us later for a few night caps, Y/L/N?”

“Sure, if I can find a place to get cleaned up.”

“Ok it’s that little place over there. We’ll all be there around 1900, aight?”

You knew Bill was scheming something for you and Toye. You look at him suspiciously.

“Ok, I’ll see you guys there later.”

~~~~~~~

You breeze through the front door of the pub and begin scanning the room for the familiar faces of Easy.

“Hey! Y/F/N! Over here!” Guarnere called out waving his hand.

You push through the crowd to get to the table where most of your guys were sitting. You catch Toye playing darts with LT Compton, Luz, and Heffron.

“What can I getchya?” Bill asked.

“Oh, whatever you’re drinking, Bill.” You reply.

“Comin’ right up.” He announced as he walked to the bar.

You look back to Toye and catch his eyes looking at you too. He smiled and raised his glass to you with a wink. You smile back and give him a little wave.

“Here ya go.” Bill returned handing you a pint glass of beer.

You cheers and take a hearty gulp.

“Thanks, Bill.” You say as you squeeze his arm.

~~~~~~~

The night was filled with laughter, banter, and taunts amongst Easy. And somehow, your glass kept getting magically refilled by each of the guys. You had to refuse Malarkey’s offer to buy your next round because you felt your head starting to spin.

“Ok, we’ll slow down.” Don chuckled, “But when you’re ready, I got the next one!”

“Yessir.” You quipped.

You turn towards the dart boards and see that Toye had moved. You began to search the room for him and suddenly stop at the bar where he was talking to a local woman dressed in a tightly fit dress.

You felt a distinct sense of dread mixed with anger, but you weren’t sure why. The longer you watched Toye leaning closer to whisper in her ear while she giggled, the more your rage boiled over inside.

“What’s the matter, doll? You gotta look on ya like you’re gonna murder someone.” You hear Guarnere chime in.

You avert your eyes to the floor.

“It’s nothing.” You say quickly.

Bill looked where you were just looking.

“Well ain’t that a son of a bitch. After all the trouble I went through to set you’s guys up, he goes and finds another bird to chat up.”

You look at Bill, “What do you mean set us up?”

Bill looked at you alarmed.

“Oh, well, I thought you knew. Toye over there has got it real bad for ya. Has ever since basic but he figured he never had a chance. I told him you were a catch and that you had a thing for him too.”

“Oh do I now?” You asked astounded by his response.

“Well, don’tchya?”

“I suppose he’s handsome. Good soldier. But looks like he’s not as sweet on me as you think.” You state as you gesture to Toye by the bar getting disgustingly close to the blonde bombshell.

“Ah, he’s an idiot. He’s just trying to get laid.”

You look at him with daggers behind your eyes. Bill’s eyes widen.

“Uh, what I mean is he don’t care about her, ya know? He’s trying to not think about you because he thinks you’re outta his league.” Bill hastily explained.

“Yeah? Well, I’ll get his attention.” You declare as you storm off towards the bar.

“Ah shit.” Bill mumbled to himself rolling his eyes.

You walk up to a soldier from Fox Company standing a few feet away from where Toye was with his new little friend. You approach the bar and slightly bend over to the surface of the bar and rest your elbows on it. The soldier noticed you right away and a devilish grin appeared across his face.

You look over at him and smile.

“Hey, angel, you’re the prettiest face in here.” He said as he scanned you from head to toe.

You see Toye look over the blonde’s shoulder at you. So you inched closer to the stranger.

“At least someone noticed how hard I worked on my make up tonight.” You say loud enough for Joe to hear.

Toye’s jaw started to tighten. Your plan was working like a charm.

“What are you talkin’ about? You’re a dish!” He returned enthusiastically, “Can I get you a drink?”

“A pint is fine.”

Toye excused himself from the company of his little vixen and approached you with obvious vigor. He stopped so close to you, you can feel his breath on your face.

“You think you should have anymore?” Toye asked in a low gravelly tone.

You were almost a puddle at his feet.

“What’s one more?” You dismiss.

“Hey, buddy, this one’s mine. Get lost.” The Fox soldier warned.

Toye glared at him, a clear warning with his fierce gaze to back off. “Shut up.”

He turned back to you. “You hit your head hard yesterday. You got a concussion, remember? Drinking too much isn’t good for you right now.” He cautioned.

The soldier behind Toye huffed outloud. You bring your face closer to his.

“How about you go on back to your little blonde bunny over there and worry about her?” You say softly staring intensely into his eyes.

You snidely smile and gently push him aside to accept the beer the Fox soldier was holding for you. Toye grabbed your wrist before you could get your fingers around the glass.

“Because I’m worried about you.” He sternly replied.

“Hey, pal, I’m not gonna tell ya-“

Before the guy could finish his sentence, Toye swung and punched him across the face sending him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“Joe, what the hell is the matter with you?” You bark.

He turned to face you, his teeth clenched and resentment in his eyes.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? You got my attention.” He said raising his arms to the side.

Just then, another Fox Company soldier soared in and tackled Toye. When Guarnere saw Toye get sacked, him and the rest of Easy rushed in, clashing with Fox Company in a battle royalé in the middle of the dance floor.

You grab a bottle of whiskey and force your way into the horde to smash it over the head of one of the opposing soldiers when you suddenly feel your feet swiftly leave the floor, and you find yourself once again thrown over Joe Toye’s shoulder as he rushes out the front door.

You start to push off of his back to look at him.

“What are you doing?? Put me down, NOW! This is completely barbaric! Were you raised by wolves??”

“Shut your mouth.” Toye said sharply.

He wouldn’t cave no matter how hard you struggled. He continued to carry you until he got to the house where you had been staying at with the field nurses. He opened the front door and practically threw you onto the couch in the main corridor.

“You’re an absolute animal, Joe Toye.” You snarled at him.

“Yeah? You haven’t even seen the worst of it yet.” He retorted.

You stood up, only to lose your balance and fell backward on to the couch again.

“Well save it.” You spit back crossing your arms, “You can go now. I’m sure that little dish at the bar is waiting on you.”

Toye furrowed his eyebrows at you, “You’re the only one even thinking about her. I haven’t even given her a second thought since you walked through the door of that place!”

You scoff, “Sure, Joe. Didn’t seem like it when your hands were all over her like a magnet.” You pointed out as you stood up slowly.

“Yeah?” He queried as he closed the gap between the two of you, “You mean like this?”

He roughly grabbed you by the waist and kneaded your hips with his strong calloused hands as he pulled you into him. Your faces so close, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he only hovered over your mouth. You were a deer in the headlights, your words caught in your throat somewhere. You almost forgot to take breath when you started to feel faint, so you took in a deep breath through your nose to recover.

You put your hands on his chest and started to push away.

“What are you doing, Toye?” You manage to say.

He jerked you back into him, slithering his one hand across the small of your back while the other one firmly caressed the swell of your ass. You tried to protest, but your voice betrayed you only allowing a whimper to escape from your throat. This man had you a melting hot mess in his arms and it only made you angrier that he was getting you flustered.

“What? Got nothin’ snarky to say now, sweetheart?” He teased.

The fire inside you began to rise, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were turned on, or pissed off.

“I hate you.” You sneered as you slipped out of his grasp and headed for the staircase.

Before you could lift your foot to take the first step, you feel yourself twirled back around and face to face with Toye in his arms.

*“Half of the people in the world are women…Why does it have to be you that stirs me?”* He growled before grabbing the back of your head to bring your mouth to his.

You wanted to fight back and push away again, but your body fought you, leaning into his body and fisting his uniform jacket to pull him as close as possible to you. You part your lips to allow his tongue to pass and explore yours. You playfully nip at his bottom lip eliciting a deep guttural groan from him. His hands scoured your body as his hips instinctively pushed his hard on against you. You dig your nails into his shoulders as you moan into his mouth.

You pull back, “Let’s take this upstairs.”

Toye only replied with a mischievous grin, then picked you up bridal style to carry you up the stairs. When you direct him to your room, he set you down to secure the door. Right at the moment he turned around, you forced him against the door and hungrily kiss him while unraveling his tie.

He grabbed you by the shoulders swinging you around pinning you against the door with a ‘thud’ then placed his hand around your throat. He tightened his grip enough to make a point he was in charge, but not hard enough to alarm you. You instinctively grab his wrist with both hands as you clenched your thighs together, hoping to get some friction against your core and to prevent the wetness from dripping down your leg.

You hissed through your teeth as a smile stretched across your face. Toye pressed himself harder against you, the bulge in his pants grinding into your pelvis. You slide one hand away from his wrist gradually finding your way to his belt buckle. His fingers around your neck increased their grip.

You ran your tongue along your lower lip. He looks from your eyes to your mouth as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly scooped you up from behind your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist and carried you over to the bed, dropping you on your back onto the mattress.

He removed his tie, then with one hand unbuckled his belt all the while staring at you like a starved wolf about to pounce on his prey. You scoot to the edge of the bed and start to unbutton your uniform top. He situated himself between your spread knees at the edge of the bed.

You look up at him through your lashes and smile as you start to work on removing his pants. Your top partially open with your cleavage peaking through, he fisted the front with both hands and yanked the blouse off your shoulders. You wiggle out of the shirt and drop his pants and briefs as he removed his uniform top.

Now you were both ravenous for eachother just yanking off articles of clothing and throwing them carelessly onto the floor. Finally when he slid your panties off, a devilish grin graced his face when he saw how wet you were for him.

He looked at you roguishly as he glided two of his fingers up and down your drenched slit.

“Is this all from me?” His gruff honeyed voice had you melting in his hand.

You nod without breaking eye contact. He crawled over you, caging you in between his brawny arms. As his hardened dick rested on top of your center, he started to grind into you, coating the tip of his cock with your slick between your folds.

You couldn’t help but arch your back, rhythmically moving your hips with his to feel him rub against your clit. Your needy sighs spurred him on, knowing he was making you feel so good.

“Oh my God, Toye-“

“No. No more ‘Toye.’ I want to hear you say my name.” He commanded.

You stare at him.

“Fucking say it.” He ordered.

“Joe…” you breathed as you playfully nip at his lower lip, greedily locking onto his mouth.

He lifted you by the ass and pushed his length through your dripping entrance with one fleeting thrust forward.

You gasp then wrap your legs around his waist, waiting for the ride to begin. Joe unleashed over a year’s worth of pent up rage and frustration from the war onto you, railing into you in almost a deliciously painful pace. He was rough, and aggressive, yet attentive and sensual.

He sat up resting on his heels and angled you closer into him by hugging your thighs against him and driving into you, hitting that spot that had you edging to your finish.

He feels your walls constricting around his cock, and starts to slow his tempo. You look at him with a pout.

All you could manage was a strained, “Why?”

He pulled out and hastily flipped you onto your hands and knees. He reached around your front under your arms once again grabbing your throat with his perfect hand. He pulls you back until your back was flush with his chest.

He guided the back of your head to rest on his shoulder before he turned to your ear.

“You think that fucking Fox Company chump could’ve done this for you?” He hissed.

You feel his grip constricting your neck. You’re so fucked out you can’t help but laugh.

“Fucking answer me, sweetheart. You think that asshole’s got anything on me?” His voice rumbling in your ear like thunder.

You start to pant, your bare chest and peaked nipples heaving from overstimulation and restriction of oxygen.

“No, Joe. Never.” You huffed.

You feel his lips curl into a smile against your jawline. He nipped at your ear.

“That’s right, baby.” He purred before he thrusted you forward on all fours.

He lined his dick up with your slippery pussy and entered you with a sweet push forward until he bottomed out. He plummeted into you, spanking you occasionally while his hips slammed into you.

“My God, Joe.” You moaned pushing back into him so he can get inside you as deep as possible.

“Yeah, scream my name so all Fox Company can hear.”

He had a vice grip on your waist, guiding you back everytime his hips came forward. The slams of his front against your ass grew steadily louder with groans and grunts between the two of you.

His stride began to stagger, and you could feel him pulsate inside you.

“I’m getting close, sweetheart.” You hear his low rugged voice from behind you.

“Me too, Joe.”

“I know, I can feel you squeezing on me. Let go, baby.” He hummed.

He reached around finding your clit and began rubbing hard circles onto the bud.

You close your eyes and focus on the sensation of where his hands were and the throbbing of his cock inside you then hearing his voice roar,

“Come on, baby, let go for me.”

He chased your orgasm until he felt your walls fluttering around his cock. You throw your head back practically howling as ropes of Joe’s cum released over and over again inside you. A guttural grunt left Joe’s lips as he groped your ass to have something to hold onto to steady himself.

Sweat glistened on his chiseled torso while he caught his breath. He snatched the hand towel by the basin next to the bed to clean you up after he pulled out. He plopped onto the bed next to you, pulling you into him to hold you.

You each sigh, content and relaxed in eachother’s afterglow.

“Your little bunny friend is going to be heart broken.” You joke.

Joe chuckled, “Yeah, I have that effect on people.”

You giggled.

“I got my girl right here.” He added.

Joe looked down adoringly at you with your head on his shoulder, sensing his eyes were on you, you look up at him. He gently kissed your lips, then rubbed his nose on the tip of yours.

~~~~~~~

[machveil]

CoD Headcanon: Fashion Pt 2

my first Fashion post was legitimately what I think they’d wear day-to-day - let’s talk about gag fashion that they’d wear for shits and giggles! Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Gary “Roach” Sanderson, Keegan Russ, König CW: some suggestive content

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

I’ll say it. my headcanons are correct - Simon has a good sense of humor when it comes to shitty skeleton themed clothes. it doesn’t matter if it isn’t funny to anyone else, if it gets a chuckle out of Simon he’ll buy it. he’s a sucker for skeletons, even outside of Ghost he enjoys a skeletal aesthetic. bad puns? terrible graphics? something that makes your eyes roll? it’ll be purchased and hung in his closet

again, I’m just correct, Simon is a proud munch. for as much crap as the 141 gives him for owning ridiculous prints, Simon will shrug them off. he doesn’t care, he knows what he likes and he might as well buy funny clothes about it. same with the bad skeleton prints, if Simon sees a print relating to being a munch he’s buying it. granted, it’s more at-home loungewear for him, but if someone asked him to wear it out he would at the drop of a hat

John “Soap” MacTavish:

I don’t think I need to explain the first shirt. we’ll all just nod our heads and agree, “Yeah, John owns that.”. moving on to the D&D shirt, we all agree Johnny is a nerd, right? and chaotic man that he is, why wouldn’t he buy this? he definitely wears this when he actually plays, calls it his ‘lucky shirt’ (he rolled one nat 20 the first time he wore it and he’s deemed it lucky)

okay, look, we all agree Johnny is freaky. we should all also know that he openly advertises he’s freaky. he has no shame, just a lopsided smile and joyful voice asking, “Hey, did you like my shirt?”. he’s so immature about it, stupid smile on his face as he laughs to himself. he definitely buys the 141 gag shirts as holiday gifts - he doesn’t fully expect them to wear them, he just gives them out to have a laugh

Gary “Roach” Sanderson:

I will say, with my whole heart, Roach still dresses how he does in my original post. even at home for the most part, it’s just been grandfathered in that that is his wardrobe. that said, Gary is still a silly guy - he has a handful of funny shirts as lounge and sleepwear. he doesn’t say anything about them, doesn’t crack jokes about them, he just appears in them

a lot of the goofy items he owns are for your enjoyment - I mean, he’s not the one that’s going to be consistently reading the print. he specifically bought the ‘Your Mom University’ sweater with the intent to make you groan and roll your eyes. he can be really endearing about them though, if you’re up for it, he’ll rock-paper-scissors you, winner picks a goofy shirt for the other to wear

Keegan Russ:

I’ll address the garlic bread shirt first, I suppose. you can’t tell me average man Keegan Russ, at home on leave, doesn’t have garlic bread in his freezer. I know his ass loves it, he just gives me that vibe. he’s the type of person to just have garlic bread on hand at home, he would eat that shit as a midnight snack. I saw this shirt and it just clicked that, yes, Keegan P. Russ is a slut for garlic bread

he’s petty. if you’ve read my Keegan Russ fics you know I write him as a petty asshole because that’s how he shows love and affection. he owns shirts printed with petty phrases on them because it gets a laugh out of him. if Keegan were to meet a teammates girlfriend for the first time you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be a dick and wear the first shirt. he’s straightforward and blunt, the second shirt is just true. I rest my case

König:

Horangi bought him the suggestive prints - König only wears these on leave, in his home, no plans on seeing anyone. does König think they’re funny? begrudgingly, yes, he does. the ‘Choking Hazard’ shirt makes him snort whenever he sees it, Horangi knows how to make him chuckle, he’ll admit that. König would rather be shot at than wear them in public though, he can already imagine the stares and whispers people would send his way

he did, however, buy the ‘good in bed’ and ‘existing’ shirts. I think he saw they were in his size, weren’t too baggy on him, and bought them on a whim. they’re definitely loungewear, but he’d hypothetically wear them around friends. they’re more so for him to chuckle at and go about his day. overall, he doesn’t own too many odd shirts, but the ones he does own are (mostly) meant to be worn at home

Honorable Mention - apples to all the CoD characters:

[sandyseagullsip]

The Floor.

Summary: The tiktok trend where you ask your partner a question. whilst laying on the floor. preferably out of sight. 141 style. (Possibly OOC, but spare me as i’m writing this at approx 3:50 AM.)

Price

You decided to lay in front of the couch, for the main reason that John had already told you that he was going to nap there.

“Hey John honey-“

That’s all it took to make the man jump. He doesn’t jump in a little kid way, but he flinches enough to spill a little bit of the tea in the mug he was carrying.

“Love- god- fucks sake. I love you, yeah? Just- Get off the floor. Coulda stepped on ya or somethin’.”

Ghost

Maybe in the kitchen? There’s a bunch of places you could lay, but he’s not predictable by any means.

“Hey Simon?”

He didn’t jump, he didn’t flinch, but you could tell we was slightly startled to say the least.

“Yeah, lovie?” He sighed, loudly mind you.

“Did i startle you?”

“Nope.”

“Liar.”

He chuckles slightly, and looks down at you.

“Get up, come on now.”

Soap

“Hey Johnny, can we go to-“

And he nearly falls over. The man is in grey sweatpants, some old tee shirt, and a pair of ‘inconspicuous’ (his words) cat socks.

“Bonnie!”

“John love.” You chuckle

“Ye made me drop my pretzels.” He says, sadly staring at his styrofoam bowl.

“I’m sorry-“

“They were th’ good ones too!” He complains.

Gaz

“Kyle, darling.”

“FUCKING, shit.” He manages to get out, only yelling half of it. “Y/N”

“Yes honey?”

He’s just staring at you at this point. The silence feels like it’s lasted a bit too long as he looked over the way you’ve laid; uncomfortably in the doorframe leading to the hallway he was in. He sighed again before saying,

“Why.”

“Dunno.” You giggled at the military man who, in his words, can’t be scared because he’s always alert.

“Didn’t like that. Please get up.”

A/N: I’m pretty aware this is shit, i’m just trying to gain back momentum (even if it is at 4 am). I hope this was somewhat enjoyable and I most likely will redo this when i’m not sleep deprived. Love you all!!!!

[starzabi]

hey!! a fellow johnny lover omg. do you have any wedding hc's/scenarios for him?

and i love her.

johnny x gn!reader

— johnny gave you the ring shortly before the race started—he planned everything for the date night for it be the most romantic evening of your life with a lovely dinner, bouquets upon bouquets of flowers and he even attempted to rent out an entire restaurant for the both of you. and while the night was enjoyable, he felt incredibly happy when you said “yes”.

— after the race, johnny comes back… different. while he’s always been in a mood, he seems worse even though he can walk now.

— you don’t question him about it though since you respect him and since he always seems to get upset whenever someone mentions the race to him.

— one day, however, he just springs upon you this question after seeing you fiddle with the silver ring he had given you months prior.

‘let’s get married.’

— you’re taken aback by this obviously. you expected him to say many things however you didn’t expect him to say this.

‘let’s get married.’

‘what?’

‘yeah. you and me. right now. at the town’s square—we can plan the party later but i wanna marry you, right here, right now.’

— you honestly have to ask him multiple times whether he’s okay or not and what caused him to suddenly spring this upon you.

— eventually, after long minutes of him insisting upon this, you agree and you swear you can see him smile for the first time since he came back.

— so, there you both are, at the town’s square—patiently waiting in line for your turn to sign the papers and seal the deal.

— while waiting, you anxiously start to play with the ring again, twisting and turning it against your fourth finger.

— johnny picks up on this and it causes him to gently place one of his hands on top of your own and eventually, envelope your hands with his.

— the action causes you to halt all your movements and you stare right at him—this behaviour of his is so different from the johnny you were becoming used to.

‘i love you so much.’

‘i love you too, jojo.’

— to your surprise, after he hears you say those words, he pulls you into a kiss—it feels magical and it reminds you of the first time you both ever touched.

— one of his hands abandon your own and find their way into your hair as he deepens the kiss.

‘i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…’ he mumbles against your ear after you both finally pull apart.

— the reception and the following party can wait, right now, he just wants to be with you.

(let’s be real here, gyro would be the best man, lucy the flower girl and diego would be banned from entering but he’d crash the party anyways.)

[lizzy019]

Hey hey!! I'm the anon who requested the poly Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence fic, but if u wanted u could do a blurb just to get it off the list?

Also bc u have full creative freedom it might be nice

Idk, in my experience only writing other people's ideas for a while can lead to some killer burn out and I would hate if u got that :((

Ily, have such a nice day, drink water, all that stuff!! 🫶🫶

Thanks babe! I'll try 😭 I'm lacking motivation lately. I used GN reader for this, I hope you don't mind! <3

~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~

"Whimperin' and moanin', like a bitch in heat. Bet your little Danny just adores it, huh?" Johnny snarled as you gagged on Daniel's cock.

Locked in an Eiffel Tower position, you felt utterly useless but to succumb to the two men. You really were like a dog in heat, taking everything they so graciously handed to you whether it be given aggressively or kindly. You took what you got and were thankful for it.

"Oh fuckin'- ah shit! Oh baby! Yeah baby, suck it! Suck it real go-oh fuck!" Daniel was such a bloody mess, his legs were barely holding him up if it weren't for Johnny's rough hands holding him still.

Johnny was smirking like he'd accomplished the greatest thing known to man, pounding into your wee, puffy little hole with vigour as you practically ate Daniel's cock.

It was stupid, all of this stemming from who had the biggest cock and who could last the longest.

But could you really find it in you to care when you were being used like a sex doll? No, you were enjoying it too much to really find a reason to complain.

Your body was sore, your back hurt from the constant arching and moving to adjust for the sake of your comfort, but it was always overtaken by Johnny pushing a hand back against you to keep you from moving.

"They're so good for us, aren't they, Danny? Look at 'em, just takin' these two cocks like a bitch. Bet they like it too, huh? Don't you? Don't you? Come on, fuckin' say it!" Johnny was cold with his words, as if trying to keep his cool even if he was staggering too.

He knew you couldn't speak with your mouth full of Daniel's cock, he just wanted an excuse to give your ass a slap, albeit not hard enough to hurt you.

Without any warning, Daniel had moaned just a bit too loudly as his hot semen filled your mouth and slicked your throat. It tasted yummy, as odd as it sounded. Like salt, but creamy and tangy with just a bit of sweetness to it.

Daniel didn't even seem to feel bad about losing and cumming first, he simply collapsed and let you use his body as something to lean on.

And sure enough, Johnny wasn't far behind as his cum spurted out of his urethra and into the condom he wore to protect you from his children ruining your hole and undergarments.

Poor Daniel, he had to catch you when you collapsed on top of him, and make sure he wasn't crushed under the weight of Johnny on top of you both.

But it was cozy, and you had to admit that being with these two men was nice, warm, and enjoyable.

"Johnny... next time, you should moan like me too. It gets 'em off." Daniel teased, kissing your head to soften the embarrassment he so obviously brought you while Johnny only laughed.

"Pfft, that's gay." Johnny muttered, rolling over to lay on his back and away from you two.

"...Johnny, you are gay." Daniel laughed.

Johnny simply shot him a look before trying to close his eyes and get some sleep. However, you were already long gone into your little sleep.

I kept messing up Johnny and Daniel because Ralph Macchio plays Daniel but he also plays Johnny in The Outsiders, so I had to edit this six times 😭

[kivino]

Platonic!Task Force 141 x Eastern European!Reader

Word Counter – ~1.9k

Summary – a compilation of headcanons about how reader’s Eastern European background would affect interactions with Task Force 141 during an undercover mission together.

Tags/Warnings – Gn!reader, Eastern European!reader (obviously), Platonic!TF141, fluff, mostly.

A/n – RUSSIANS DNI (this is a personal boundary, so I ask you to respect it, if you don’t like it just scroll past this post). Very self-indulgent. Just showing more love to my fellow Eastern European readers. Since it is mostly based on my own experience growing up as a Ukrainian, I’m sorry if certain things don’t resonate with you! This whole thing was made for fun and fun only.

So, let’s assume our beloved Task Force needs to go undercover to get some information on Makarov and his merry band of goons. Obviously, they can’t do it without at least one team member, who is familiar with the way of living in Eastern Europe. So, naturally, Laswell introduces you to them – born and raised there, ready to help them and stop your sworn enemy from escalating an already pretty shitty situation.

“So, allow me to introduce your new team member for the duration of this mission” Laswell nods to the door when you walk in, saying your name and callsign, already catching some looks full of curiosity from Task Force 141.

First thing they noticed about you? Resting bitch face for days. Who needs a mask when you have a death stare that will give the heebie-jeebies to most if not all of your teammates? However, they feel even more taken aback when you suddenly greet them with a warm, welcoming smile and a firm handshake, not a trace of that sour expression on your face.

One would think that you’d spend hours preparing four of them for the mission by teaching them language, helping to memorize names and faces of contacts, Makarov’s trusted allies, and potential targets. Naturally, you did your job, but those precious hours were also spent with you standing next to a whiteboard, ranting about the politics and societal issues of your country, explaining certain national jokes, and teaching them swear words or poetry you studied at school. But hey, they’re not complaining (maybe a little).  

They were skeptical about this whole deal at first. However, there was a shared understanding between the four of them that they needed to do whatever it took to stop the spreading of Makarov’s influence and diminish his resources in other countries. With time, however, they’ve found things that made their life in a completely new environment a bit more enjoyable and interesting.

Soap would pick up on your native language the fastest out of the Task Force. Under all these jokes and goofiness Johnny’s a smart guy, inquisitive as hell too, which makes a pretty good mix. He’d try to write down how you pronounce things in his sketchbook, dedicating pages upon pages to making a small vocabulary of what you say, searching up the translations of words any chance he gets. Convinces himself that it just helps him to get more into his new way of life, and not at all because he likes seeing you all excited when he slips a word in your language somewhere in the conversation.

“So how do you say it?” he points to the sentence, messily scribbled on the page with the ballpoint pen he slipped from Gaz. There is a slight frown between your brows – the word looks unfamiliar, more like gibberish than something in your language. You can practically feel the gears in your head screech and come to a halt as you drill Soap’s handwriting with your eyes.

“Oh, wait. You made a mistake here. No wonder I have no idea what this is.” You quickly take the pen and scratch the right version of the word on the paper, while Johnny chuckles at your brutal honesty. He doesn’t say anything though. Some time passes and you’re already correcting other words he wrote down, explaining the right way to say them. And you can feel a pleasant warmth spread in your chest when you can see Soap’s utmost attention directed at you.

Johnny can’t help but feel that moments like these were somewhat of a way to bond for you two. He’d jokingly offer to give you some Scottish classes each time you playfully flick him on the forehead for a word he pronounced wrong. He never expected you to take him up on the offer until the five of you got stuck in a countryside safehouse and essentially had nothing to do while waiting.

On the topic of Eastern European countryside, Price is not an old man by any measure, man’s not even forty yet, but it would grow so massively on him that it’s concerning. When you finally got a good, reliable contact that gave you some useful information you had to lay low for some time in a safe house not far from one of many Makarov’s places where the next weapon deal would be held. And while you waited several days for his people to show up there, obviously almost all of you were bored out of your minds. Not Price though. The man went exploring. Of course, taking you with him (he only wanted company on his small journey through the cozy countryside, don’t blame him).

Soon enough, during your walk you two come across the abundance of berry bushes and fruit trees everywhere, and while you pick something to munch on from them constantly, Price only scolds you. You smirk in response, giving him a handful of ripe mulberries, your lips and fingers now a dark red color from the juice.  

“It’s going to rot if nobody eats it. People who plant these trees would rather someone enjoy them instead of fruits just falling on the ground, getting squished, and going to waste.” And Price takes note of that with a small smile. Soon enough the two of you find a spring the whole village uses, a willow standing tall beside it, providing shade for you two to rest, chat a bit, and cool yourself off with fresh water. The fact that there are not many people around also doesn’t miss him. It’s quiet and peaceful, Price finally feels like he has room to breathe with his whole chest.

“You know, I could get used to a life like this.” Price finally mutters, enjoying your simple, comforting presence, walking along the river shore, and hearing the distant sounds of a train passing through the village. You look at him with understanding in your eyes, as you see the tension in his shoulders finally slipping away. Your captain relaxes, which is a pleasant change of pace from the frown on his face that you got used to.  

All five of you had to live in the same apartment in an old panel building closer to the edge of town. Not the best place to live, but a good opportunity to blend in with the locals and find leads on Makarov’s criminal “friends”. More than once you’ve found yourself sitting together with Ghost on the balcony that creaked with each blow of the wind, in complete silence while he was smoking some cheap cigarettes that smelled more like burnt paper instead of tobacco.

“Can I join you?” Your voice is a quiet rasp, as you lean against the doorway, pushing the mosquito netting to the side. You couldn’t sleep. Not when the whole world will go down the drain if you fail your mission. Not when it’s been a month already and it felt like you were still right where you started.

“Knock yourself out” the man shrugs, patting the stool near him. You shuffle your bare feet on the newspapers that were laid out on the balcony floor, plopping down on the seat, your eyes immediately getting glued to the view, enjoying the breeze that seeped through the open window. You two sit in silence for so long, but it doesn’t feel awkward, quite on the contrary – weirdly calming and serene.

After that night these nightly smoke breaks became a sort of tradition for you two, a way to wind down after a long day. Ghost would nod towards the balcony, a silent invitation reserved only for you. Regardless of whether you’re a smoker or not, occasionally he would offer you a cigarette from his pack or a hit from the lit one. A gesture of camaraderie.

“Thought you’d be more talkative.” Ghost’s voice sounds gruff after the whole day working your asses off just to discover the lead that you had was absolute bullshit.

“And I thought you weren’t a type for small talk.” You grumble in return, just as annoyed about coming back to this dingy apartment with nothing.

“That I am” He lets out a low chuckle, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray in his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.  

Kyle found himself liking your cooking above everything else. The way he would eat anything thrown together in a hurry by you was quite flattering. So soon enough you offered to teach him how to make some of your favorite national dishes, and he couldn’t say no to your offer. So, you decided to start easy – picking out the fresh ingredients. And where do you go to do that? Not a grocery store, no way in hell. The market filled with tons of people is the place you need. A lot cheaper than your usual supermarket too.

The number of times you got discounts for fruits and vegetables on the market from older women just for Gaz’s pretty eyes was insane. He would just blink at you with confusion written all over his face anytime you glanced at him with that smile and refused to explain why you spent a lot less money than expected on the fresh vegetables. At some point, Gaz even questioned his ability to count before you told him just not to worry about it since you got a “very special bargain”. And, obviously, Kyle was the one carrying the plastic bags filled to the brim with fresh produce.  

“You know, your version of the dish is not half-bad,” You say, licking the spoon and giving Gaz a wide smile, which he immediately returns to you tenfold. Spending time like this with him was a pleasure. Each minute spent together made you loathe even thinking about the time when you’d have to part ways and you won’t be able to teach him your cultural cuisine like this anymore.

“Well, I have a great teacher to thank for that.” Gaz gives you a charming smile, so glad to finally have a distraction from the constant looming presence of Makarov in his thoughts. Right this moment he caught himself thinking that he was happy they had you here with them. It would be a lot harder if not for you supporting and guiding them through everything. He felt…thankful.

You’d bring the whole Task Force to different cafes that serve your country's most famous dishes, but Kyle would be the one to enjoy these outings the most, barely raising his eyes from the plate to participate in the conversation.

“Wow, are you in a hurry or something? The food won’t run away from you.” You chuckle, while Kyle ignores the odd saying coming from you and continues to eat with the huge appetite he had ever since this undercover mission started.

However, nothing lasts forever, so after finishing their business with you, getting all the information they needed, and “cleaning up the mess” Task Force 141 bids you farewell, returning to their usual duties. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if you knew each other just for several months you still got attached to them, just like they grew very fond of you (as much as some of them hated to admit that). But hey, they promised to visit you after they finish up with Makarov. They promised. And the four of them keep the promises they make.

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[writing-with-moss]

Kinktober 13- Dads best friend

Authors note: Lowkey kinda don't like this prompt but I need to feed you for this Kinktober

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x best friends!daughter

TW/CW: LEGAL age gap, loss of virginity, Price is your dad, He's in his mid-thirties and you're in ur early-twenties, fingering, mentions of divorce

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Family barbecues. They happened pretty often when your mom was still around, but when she left your dad, you didn't really have them anymore.

Now Friend barbecues were more like it. And a lot more enjoyable if you were being honest. Your dad would bring home all his coworkers and you got to hear insane war stories while eating wings and watching football on the big screen.

But there was...a guilty pleasure when it came to these. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Maybe it was from watching too many romcoms or reading Tumblr smut but it was hard not to be attracted to him. Those thick beefy arms that flexed when he moved and the broad chest barely contained by his short sleeve shirt. Messy blonde hair and soft brown eyes that were like pools of ink you could drown yourself in.

But drowning yourself in someones eyes. Especially someone who was 16 years your senior was weird. So you kept those thoughts to yourself.

Everyone was out back, smoking cigs or making burgers while you stayed inside, drinking lemonade and watching the apple tree in your backyard sway in the gentle breeze. Until you heard the sliding glass door open.

You turn only to be greeted with a giant hulking form staring at you. "Hey." Simon mumbles, shuffling into the kitchen beside you. Pouring a glass of lemonade. "You good."

You snap out from staring at his massive biceps and nod. "Mmhmm. It's just hot outside." You smile, trying not to squirm.

"Yeah I know, Johnny keeps spittin out Scottish slang and I don't get it." He chuckles, a warm rumble in his chest that made your knees wanna give out underneath you.

"I never know what he says, it's like playing a game of mad libs, except its in another language." You earn another laugh from him and it makes you giddy. He liked your joke.

"How old are ya?" He suddenly asks, staring at you. You blush, shifting in your little sundress, pulling it up a little so you could catch a glance at your newly shaved and lotioned thighs.

"Im recently 22." You chirp, blushing at him. "How old are...you Simon?"

He sighs out, his eyes glancing down to rove over your skin before glancing up. "38."

You tilt your head. "Oldie." You smile, giggling as you bring your drink to your lips. He softly smiles and shakes his head.

"Am not."

"You're like sugar daddy age." You blurt out, oh God you really are pushing it. Sugar daddy age? Really? What the hell is wrong with you.

He looks a bit surprised, before laughing slightly. "Am not. Sugar daddy age is like...40s and 50s. I just got experience in pleasuring a woman, I dont need to buy a young thing like you."

You bat your pretty lashes at him and nod, tilting your head. "...Experience in...pleasuring a woman hm?"

"I've had my fair share of girlfriends. I'm not exactly the wait till marriage kinda guy." He mumbles, eyes sweeping over your bare thighs. Shifting in his jeans.

"If you're flirting with me, it's working. But your dad would kill me."

"Not if he doesn't know." You whisper, glancing out the window. Still outside, drinking and smoking. Maybe he'd be too drunk to notice his coworker fucking his daughter. Hopefully. He'd kill you too if he found out.

Simon pauses, sighing as he thinks for a moment. "You're right...you're a young thing though. You a virgin?"

You innocently nod. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No. It means I'm going to be gentle." He sets down his low empty glass of lemonade. Pulling out a condom from his wallet before stuffing it into his backpocket. "Lead the way pretty girl."

You giddly dragged him to your upstairs bedroom, flushed and wanting. You could already feel how wet you were, thighs shifting for that delicious friction.

He gently pushes you into the bed, kissing you hungrily. Hot and open-mouthed, leaving a trail of wet across your skin. "How long have you wanted to fuck me?" He huskily whispers in your ear, stuffing his hands up your skirt.

"S- Since...I don't know. I was 19?" You muffle into his shoulder and he tsks, gently kissing your collarbone.

"m'too old for a sweet thing like you. Cant find anyone your own age?"

"N- no one as good as you." he darkly chuckles at that statement, hiking up your dress and pulling down your panties to expose your puffy cunt to the air.

You hitch and he gently kisses your neck. “Hmm…really?” His thick rough fingers drag themselves through your slick, rubbing your entrance.

you let out a weak moan, hitching when he slips in a finger. God his hands were big. Shifting your hips slightly as you look up at him. His free hand sliding up to guide your chin.

“we’re gonna take it slow. Just like that baby. Gonna add another finger okay?”

you whine and nod, spreading your legs further apart. He slips in another finger, walls stretching, pussy clenching around his digits as he starts to pump them.

“there…now we got a rhythm. Nice huh?”

you nod. “Mmmh- rea- really nice sir…”

The rough pad of his thumb rubs through your arousal, coming down to circle it around your clit. Hips desperately jerk forward, shocks of pleasure running through your core.

“f- fuck-“ You whine, holding his wrist.

“want me to stop?” His fingers slow down their movement and you shake your head no quickly. God you never wanted this to stop.

His fingers continue their movements in your clit, quick swipes and tentative presses, two thick digits pumping in and out of your aching hole.

your newly manicured nails drag down his clothed back, panting like a bitch in heat in his ear.

“p- please sir-“ you buck your hips up. An orgasm washing over your body, leaving tingles in your core as you squirt onto his palm.

he chuckles. “There y’a go…” his movements slow, letting you ride out the pressure wave.

bringing his hand up, he licks it clean, pulling your panties up. “Can y’a walk?”

you nod, sitting up and shifting. Fixing your skirt.

“Just…don’t tell dear ole dad I fucked his little princess m’kay?”

[millgarrison]

[Hear ye, Lovers, your marvellous host is now ON AIR.]

STATUS: OPEN BUT HIATUS.

>This is Ask-blog run exclusively by @oldmen-enjoyer

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[nonscathingbullets]

Tea For Three

Daniel LaRusso x OC x Amanda LaRusso

⚠️Warnings: Adult language, large age gap relationship, spiciness, SMUT!! (p in v, v on v, unprotected sex). Minors DNI!!⚠️

Category: Domestic fluff, romance, smut in places.

(This is my first time writing smut, so I really hope it's not terrible. I'm not great at writing massive amounts of detail for long periods of time, so I hope the way I went about it is still enjoyable)

Part 3:

Chapter 2

Daniel brushed the dirt off of his gi as he hoisted himself off of the ground outside of the dojo.

"Sorry, Sensei! Guess I underestimated my kick," Dimitri apologized, offering a hand to Daniel. Daniel waved him off with a smile, regaining his footing.

"No harm done," he responded calmly. "Alright, everyone! That's enough training for today. Class dismissed!" Everyone grabbed their bags and dispersed except for Sam and Anthony, who made their way over to their dad.

"Great lesson today, dad. Dimitri really got you good. I couldn't believe it!," Sam chimed giddily.

"It was awesome," Anthony added. Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, he sure has come a long way. Who knows, maybe you'll go toe to toe with your old man next," he challenged Anthony.

"Oh, it's so on," he replied with a smirk.

"Keep it up, and you'll get there before you know it," Daniel encouraged. Sam nudged Anthony playfully.

"Come on, if you wanna ride with me. I'm ready to go home and eat. Carter said she was making chicken and dumplings for dinner," Sam offered Anthony.

"Sweet! I love when she makes chicken and dumplings. I call shotgun!" Anthony shouted, bolting out of the dojo to Sam's car.

"See ya at home, Dad!" Sam said before also leaving.

"Hey, you two better help clean up the kitchen later!"

"We will!"

Daniel made his way inside, where he removed his gi, folding it neatly and placing it inside his bag. Normally, he would leave at the dojo, but it had gotten pretty dirty, and he knew it would have to be cleaned. After taking a quick look around, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything, he bowed silently towards the picture of Mr. Miyagi and exited the dojo to his car.

Carter stirred the pot of chicken and dumplings gently as she hummed along to the music playing from Alexa while Amanda sat at the table finishing up some paperwork and the kids sat on their phones. Daniel came in and greeted both Amanda and Carter with a kiss on the cheek. He watched as Carter began ladling the food into 4 separate bowls. "Boy, does it smell amazing," Daniel praised. "After that workout in the dojo today, I'm famished.

"It's almost ready. I just gotta get one more bowl," Carter said, reaching upward towards the shelf, clearly struggling as the last bowl was just out of her reach. Daniel chuckled deeply as he grabbed the bowl for her. His chest was pushed up against her back firmly, causing her to shudder at the unexpected contact. Amanda smiled, catching a glimpse of them as she looked up from her paperwork.

"Here you go." Carter blushed as Daniel set the bowl down where she could fill it.

"Th-thank you, baby," she murmured, serving up the rest of the food. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before grabbing the bowls and placing them on the table in front of everyone.

"Sweet!" Anthony and Sam exclaimed in unison. They both mumbled quick 'thank yous' in between bites of food.

"I hope everyone likes it," Carter commented. Amanda had since put away her work and was now enjoying dinner with everyone else.

"It's amazing, baby," she assured, kissing Carter's cheek quickly.

After dinner, Sam helped Anthony clean up the kitchen while Daniel showered. Chloe and Amanda curled up on the couch and watched a couple of episodes of storage wars before they decided It was time to go to bed. Carter was patting her face dry after washing it in their on-suite bathroom when Daniel came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She chuckled softly, her face turning red.

"D-Daniel..." Her soft voice stuttered. He started kissing her between her neck and shoulder, making his way up slowly.

"Hmm?"

"I...aahh..." she whimpered softly, shivering at the feeling.

"You think I didn't see those eyes you were giving me all through dinner, baby?" He whispered huskily, turning her around to look at him. She opened her mouth to speak but was quickly hushed by his lips pressing against hers in a hungry kiss. He backed her against the edge of the counter, grabbing her leg under her hip and hooking it around his waist. She let out a desperate moan, causing him to smirk against her lips. Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling at it softly, illiciting a groan from him. He pulled away, looking down at her with lust-filled eyes. "My beautiful girl."

"Our beautiful girl," Amanda corrected, walking over to Carter. "So good for us... making us that amazing dinner. What are we gonna do with you, sweetheart...hmm?" She cooed, coming closer. "We need to take care of you." The next thing Carter knew, she was in bed, her back leaning against Amanda, who was assaulting her neck with kisses and love-bites. Daniel was making slow work of removing her clothing, taking his time to savor every supple patch of skin and deep curve of her body. Her breath was becoming more ragged by the second.

"Aahh...th-the kids...." she choked out breathlessly.

"Don't worry. They both went to a friend's house for the night," Amanda replied with a dark chuckle. Daniel hovered over her, looking her in the eyes.

"It's just us three, baby girl," he confirmed, kissing her deeply again.

"Let's get you out of these," Amanda insisted, using a hand to slip off Carter's underwear and tossing it to the floor. "Now, just relax, baby." Amanda began kneeding her breasts, causing a filthy moan to escape her throat. Daniel pulled away with a smug smirk.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asked softly, rubbing gentle circles on her clit.

"Mmnnh... p-please..." she pleaded desperately between moans. "... n-need you so bad." That was all Daniel needed to hear. Amanda quickly helped him remove his shirt, and he jerked his pants and boxers down, discarding them in the pile with the rest of the clothes. Carter tensed up nervously as she felt Daniel's tip at her entrance. Amanda took notice and stroked her cheek tenderly.

"Relax, sweetheart. You're safe here. Let us make you feel good, okay?" She uttered, placing her hands on Carter's hips, steadying her. Daniel placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up, looking into her eyes.

"I've got you, baby.... we've got you," he reminded sweetly. Now I'm going to start, okay?" Carter nodded slowly. Inch by inch, Daniel filled her until he bottomed out, releasing a deep groan. Carter inhaled sharply before letting out a small whimper.

"That's it, beautiful. You're doing so well." Amanda encouraged as Daniel began to move. The room soon began to fill with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Daniel plowed hard and fast into Carter. Unholy noises from the both of them bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. After her first orgasm, Daniel flipped her on all fours and began rutting into her from behind. Amanda took the opportunity to buck her hips upward, gaining some much needed friction to bring about her own release. Daniel looked down at Amanda, his eyes full of desire.

"Don't worry, baby. You're next," he promised, picking up his pace.

"You know it," she responded in a sultry voice. Pretty soon, she came undone underneath Carter with a loud moan. Carter wasn't close behind as she gave in and collapsed on top of Amanda, shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Daniel pulled out and kissed her head tenderly.

"You did so good, sweetheart," he praised. "Now it's Mandy's turn." He grabbed Amanda swiftly, flipping her over so she was now on top of Carter. She seized her legs, dragging her to the perfect position before kissing her sloppily. Daniel wasted no time fucking into Amanda hard and deep who, in turn, rubbed Carter in all the right ways. Carter reached up and kneeded Amanda's breasts, causing her to moan even louder as Daniel continued his brutal pace.

"Fuck...I'm...aaahh," a loud groan ripped through Daniel as he came. He continued riding his high as Amanda reached her climax shortly after. He tilted her head back, capturing her lips in a loving kiss before climbing off of her. Carter was absolutely spent, her whole body limp as she tried to catch her breath. Daniel got up and went to the bathroom closet coming back with some towels and began cleaning the both of them up.

"I'm going to shower," Amanda announced. She kissed Carter sweetly and gave Daniel a quick peck on the lips before heading to the bathroom.

"Don't be long," Carter chimed. "We'll miss you too much." Amanda chuckled airily.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't," she responded sweetly. Daniel fished a sleep shirt out of the dresser and slipped it over Carter before throwing on his own pjs that consisted of grey lounge pants and a light blue shirt. He slipped back in bed, adjusting himself comfortably.

"C'mere," he demanded softly, holding his arms open for Carter. She was always pretty shy after doing the deed, and he knew that it was hard for her to make the first move. She moved towards him timidly, and he pulled her snugly to his chest. She got comfortable and eventually relaxed against him, breathing out a sigh of relief. He smiled down at her, running a free hand through her hair gingerly. "You're unreal, you know that?" She laughed softly. "So... what do you think about learning sales with Anoush tomorrow and working out on the floor? I think you'd be great at it." He offered. She lifted her head to look up at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" She accused, an air of playfulness in her tone. He put his hands up defensively with a slight chuckle.

"You caught me," he admitted jokingly.

"I think it's a great idea," she stated simply, closing her tired eyes.

Part 1:

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

do you mayhaps have any two-bit hcs?? :D (also hi i hope you’ve had a good day!!! ^^)

omg there's no way I forgot this was in my ask box for this long 😭😭 that's my bad bro (and I hope you've had a good day too :DD)

but yes ofc!! two-bit mathews you are so underrated and I love you with my whole heart mwuah

- bro sunburns SO easily, the second summer hits his face is red (darry tries to get him to put sunblock on all the time but two-bit refuses because he likes being a little shit and frustrate darry)

- two-bit definitely ate dirt growing up multiple times and now he has the immune system of a god. cold and flu season comes around and wipes out the rest of the gang and two-bits the only one left standing. he likes to play nurse for the gang tho and make them soup and shit (but ofc it's two-bit so trust that he's going to being annoying the gang the whole time)

- never refuses a tea party with his little sister. you WILL catch this man with a tiara on and cramped onto a little kids plastic chair

- practically pony and johnnys resident chauffer, he likes taking them out to get food after school

- speaking of school, two-bit is having a BLAST. he's standing outside ponys classroom door making faces and trying to get pony to laugh, and sometimes he tries to get pony sent out into the hall or smthn cuz hes bored and wants someone to hang out with

- and when him and dally (let's pretend dally cares enough to go to school) are together it is a NIGHTMARE. theyre definitely sitting in the back of the class fucking around the whole time, theyre picking each other for every single project and then two-bit tries to improv it when it's time to present bc they didn't actually do it, he's lurking outside of the school outside dallys classroom window and making him laugh and hiding in the bushes whenever the teacher looks over

- he's also a master of sneaking out of school, and he does try to sneak all of his friends out the (first story) windows of their classes

- absolutely raiding the school vending machine, he's getting a shit ton of snacks and then pushing and tipping the machine until more come out. if you're behind him in line at a vending machine just walk away bc there will not be a crumb left when he's done

- he's also the kid having an entire feast in the back of class. he got sent to the principal one time for pulling out a rotisserie chicken and going ham on it mid lesson

- his hair is fluffyyyy under all that grease

- the type to show up to his partners house in the middle of the night and throw pebbles at their window until they open it (for marbit, marcia thinks it's cute. for darbit, darrys ready to rip two-bits head off because "the door is literally always unlocked two-bit and my room is on the first floor anyway, I stg if you break my goddamn window-")

- he makes absolutely diabolic food combinations

- "hey do you guys dare me to do *insert something really fucking stupid* "no, two-bit. please do not do that." "welp since you dared me I guess I gotta!"

- he's silly and an obnoxious joker but he can actually be super mature, and he will enter responsible big brother mode in a heart beat (like how he offered to stay with pony the day after the fire and how he checked ponys forehead when he looked sick)

- he loves the arcade and he's a god at ski ball, though it doesn't matter because he's stealing ever single ticket he sees anyway

- on a similar note BEWARE of this man if you do bumper carts with him. he's on a mission to wreck everyone's shit and the gang all start trying to get the hell out of there when they hear his evil laugh getting closer and closer

- absolutely amazing at character voice impressions, specifically mickey, donald and goofy. he always does impressions to try and cheer up sad pony

-very enthusiastic nacho enjoyer