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Nobody asked, but hey. I’m unreasonably sure of myself when it comes to comic book opinions.
Aunt May doesn’t know Peter Parker is Spider-Man.
I mean, she does NOW, but for a good majority of Peter’s career from the sixties up? Hell no. I know it’s cute whenever she’s dying to get that scene where she’s “always known,” and fandom LOVES a “it’s SO obvious when you think about it” moment for when they want to dump on the medium, but no. May Parker doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man and- more importantly- she DOES NOT want to know, and I like it that way.
“Why?” I hear you ask. “She’s been basically his mom since he was a little freaky marvel baby! Who on earth knows him better than her? How on earth couldn’t she have figured out her beat to shit nephew wasn’t Spider-Man when he’s basically just leaving his blood and costume all over his room?”
1. Because as feel good as it is, the Parker household isn’t sunshine and roses. May and Peter shut themselves off for years after Ben died. They love each other to death, but they don’t communicate. He's either shut away in his room, cracking jokes or off running around doing god knows what.
She's talking around him. Walking on eggshells. They both blame themselves, and it took decades for them to admit that to each other. Peter let the robber go, May chased him off because they got into an argument.
This shared guilt manifests in them both desperately wanting to take care of each other.
First, Peter throws himself into being both the Spider-Man, AND, more importantly, the breadwinner. The boy is broke. You know it, I know it, it's one of the single most iconic and relatable things about him. He gets weird about it. He's ALWAYS worried about it. I hear he might even have a money-worrying disease.
Money or the lack thereof has always been important to the mythos, even before Ben's death, but before Ben dies it manifested in things like Peter wanting a car or motorcycle the family couldn't afford and doing a wrestling gig. After Ben dies, his priorities shift.
He treats Aunt May like she’s made of glass (to be fair, she kinda is. Early Spider-Man has that woman fainting or having a heart attack every other week. Her constitution is held up by tissues, the US Healthcare system and Anna Watson’s unbreakable back muscles.)
Now, on top of being a near full time super hero, he's also saddled himself with the responsibility of taking care of the only parental figure he's got left in life while also trying to juggle both school and spending time with a friend group whose bank accounts aren't worried about when Jonah's feeling particular chipper about paying his employees.
Now he's trying to cover May's medical bills. Now he's trying to cover the rent. Now he's more worried about leaving May alone to live with Anna when his burgeoning friendship with Harry Osborn and the Coffee Bean Gang has netted him a free, all expenses paid apartment.
Meanwhile.
May's doing the exact goddamn thing. Richard and Mary dying the way they did kicked off the Parker family habit of keeping secrets, and Ben dying kicked her s-mothering into overdrive. She starts doting on him in a way that makes him feel like a child (modern depictions will try to convince you he was an itty bitty baby boy when he got his powers. They're lying. He was out of high school like 30 issues after Amazing Spider-Man #1.)
She's pawning her jewelry. She's trying to set him up with Mary Jane because she knows what's best for him (he needs someone fun and energetic because he's so quiet, and it's certainly not going to be that awful Betty Brant who will keep him on his toes).
Her entire idea of their relationship is that he's functionally helpless and she needs to take care of him. She’s not getting younger! Practically has one foot in the grave! That’s why she needs to put on an act to show him that everything is fine.
Richard and Mary are dead. Ben is dead. She's barely functioning on her and Ben's savings, the things she can sell and the money Peter's bringing in from his photography work. But it’s fine! Everything is fine and life will be just a bit brighter with a nice schmear on the bagel.
(Shout out to JM DeMattheis for showing up in the 90's to inject some fucking LIFE into Aunt May. Look at that quirked eyebrow. What a legend. Never read his Doctor Fate run, it will give you hives.)
2. Because, contrary to popular belief, Peter’s VERY good at hiding his identity and gaslighting his friends and family, especially when you combine his G(aslight)G(atekeep)G(Girlboss) skills with the good old Parker luck and its passive debuff to everyone's collective sanity.
Is this not the face of a woman doing okay in her relationship with New York's Friendly Neighborhood dirtbag?
I blame the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon (he's fine with Shield immediately revealing his identity to a group of teen heroes? Absolutely the fuck not.) and the continuing woobification of comic books for how much this idea that Peter's inherently bad at keeping his identity secret comes up, because it's backbreaking work Peter doing to pull the wool over all of their eyes.
Why is he late? His job. Why is he never around? His job. What could his excuse be this time? Aunt May had her bi-weekly heart attack. Why is he beat to hell and back? He got hurt in the middle of getting pictures of Spider-Man. Why won't he ask for help? Why do none of his friends find this suspicious?
Part of it's because he didn't have friends in High School except for Betty and Liz Allen. He was an angry loner too stuck up his own ass about how smart he was to take the NUMEROUS opportunities presented to him to actually engage with his peers except to fight with Flash, (don't let modern depictions fool you either. Flash Thompson and Peter Parker weren't Bully and Bullied, they were enemies. They gave as good as they got. That's also, not coincidentally, why Gwen and Harry's first impressions of him in college were that he was rude little jackass).
So by the time he's in college and finally has a social life, literally everyone is used to him being a flake.
Which isn't to say that's the only way he's keeping his secret.
Here's the first of a few attempts to tell people exactly who he is.
Peter has a habit of telling his friends the truth they need to hear you see. Sometimes when he's delirious, sometimes when he's not, like here at Gwen's birthday party.
Or here when he's finally resolved himself to stop ruining his girlfriend Debbie's life after numerous therapy sessions about how she knows he's Spider-Man.
But that'll never be the end of it! He can't just out himself to the people he loves! No! He just made Gwen cry! Think about what this would do to May! So he does things like going to Hobie Brown to help him sucker the gang back into blissful ignorance.
Or walking back his reveals the second someone doesn't take them seriously.
After all, if it's fixed her and she doesn't suspect a thing, why bother telling her the truth? Yeesh. She goes on to write a book about it, it’s very funny.
But you get my point. Peter gets both very good at keeping his identity secret and is very wary of actually telling anyone over the years, to the point that just about the only people who knew leading up to the Civil War reveal were Mary Jane (don't you love a friendly neighborhood retcon?), the Fantastic 4, off again/on again dead or dying Harry/Norman Osborn, and Black Cat.
Otherwise it’s just people with superpowers or extenuating circumstances ENTIRELY out of his control that find out, like when he gets ambushed by Serial Sniffers like Wolverine and Daredevil. Or when he gets outed by his gooey ex Venom after it oozed onto Eddie Brock. Or the occasional psychic like Cyclop’s and Jean Grey's time/dimension adrift fail-son Nate Grey.
But this is a post about Peter and Aunt May, so let's get back to that before I run wild and free on another tangent.
3. Aunt May has had so many opportunities to know his secret. She finds his costume in his room!
She's literally seen a whole doll made of web fluid in his bed! She faints immediately of course, it was the sixties, but what does he do? Does he say, "Oh Aunt May, I'm so sorry I've been lying to you for awhile, I'm actually Spider-Man"? No! Of course he doesn't! He lies about why the hell there was a webbing doll in his fucking bed!
But why does she believe him?
Because it all comes back to this.
If Aunt May knows three things, it's that Aunt May knows her nephew.
Aunt May knows reality.
And Aunt May knows that she HATES Spider-Man.
Wait what?
Yeah! Aunt May hates Spider-Man, go figure. That rotten motherfucker is the cause of so much grief in her life. Why is Peter getting hurt? He's taking pictures of Spider-Man. Who's always causing trouble in the Daily Bugle? Spider-Man. She's set to marry Otto Octavius, and who shows up to ruin it? Spider-Man. George Stacy died, orphaning Gwen?! Spider-Man! GWEN DIED? SPIDER-MAN, SPIDER-MAN, SPIDER-FUCKING-MAN!
She hates him so much that she pulls a gun on him. She fires it! There's a BKOW effect and everything!
Let that sink in. Not only is this the only time Aunt May has ever used a gun in the main continuity, but it's pointed at him. In her purse you'll find petty cash, some important documents, her change purse, a cooking utensil or two, and Aunt May's Glock For Spider-Man.
To me, Aunt May not knowing and not wanting to know is an important part of the character because her not being able to square these two things she knows are true in the same round hole makes her even more compelling. Peter Parker is her frail nephew who she loves more than anything in the world and Spider-Man is singlehandedly the largest, most destructive cause of stress for the Parkers. If her finding out isn't a shock, if it isn't negative, then something is wrong with the reveal.
Because you can't tell me that this woman finally coming to terms with the fact that Peter Parker is Spider-Man is going to be a peaceful affair. That she'd know and just be waiting for him to tell her.
This is a woman who hates and loves with a passion. Peter is her son and she's going to do what any good mother would do if they found out their kid is actively putting himself in harms way and lying about it to their face. Fic culture and games like Insomniac's Spider-Man, LOVE to smooth over all of her edges. She's the perfect, prim, caring Aunt May with infinite patience and a penchant for dramatic reveals. Can she be sad? Sure. Happy? Always. Worried about her nephew? No problem. Sometimes she can even be disappointed.
But angry? Not the perfect mother? No we can't have that, what about our feel good narrative? God forbid if she occasionally bites Peter the way he bites everyone around him! That would sully the message!
I don't know. I've spent the past five hours typing this up and finding my various images. Section 2 had to be cut way down because I can't hop across 12 more runs looking for the way he let Harry get trucked off to a mental hospital or how he burned Norman's goblin suits to keep him from relapsing from his amnesia and revealing his identity.
Long story short. Let May kill a man. Let her have a reaction less tepid than gasping out how proud she is of Peter. It's what makes those moments when she starts harassing Jonah and the Bugle feel so much better. It's why it's so cathartic to see them finally reconcile. Smooth Aunt May has never and will never hit the same.
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BABYDOLL’S VINTAGE OBSESSION — . ۫ ꣑ৎ .
rafe cameron x babydoll reader



Rafe wasn’t expecting much when he decided to snoop through your room—maybe some embarrassing childhood diaries, some love notes you wrote to yourself as a kid, or even a stash of girly perfume he could make fun of you for. He wasn’t proud of it, but you’d left him alone in here, and his curiosity had gotten the best of him.
At first, it was just regular stuff. A few notebooks, a drawer filled with cute stationery, a fuzzy pen that made him snort.
But then—he opened a cabinet.
And immediately, he regretted it.
He blinked. Then blinked again.
Because, what the fuck was this?
It wasn’t just some old posters or a couple of records. It was a shrine. A full-on display of framed photos, vintage memorabilia, and collectible items—like some twisted museum exhibit dedicated to a bunch of dead guys.
Rafe snapped a photo and sent it to the group chat. Almost immediately, Kelce responded.
Kelce: LMAOOO is that JFK???
Topper: Nah cause why is he framed like a family member
Rafe just stared.
Then, after a solid ten seconds of processing, he yanked out his phone and called Topper.
After a few rings, the call picked up.
“Yo,” Topper answered.
“Dude.” Rafe dragged a hand down his face. “I think my girl’s, like… in love with a bunch of dead guys.”
A pause.
“…What?”
“I’m in her room,” Rafe started, still staring at the shrine. “And I just found—dude, I just found, like, a whole-ass collection of old men.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I don’t know!” Rafe took a step back, gesturing wildly at the cabinet. “She’s got JFK pins, fucking Sinatra records, framed pictures—”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Topper snorted. “JFK? Like, the president?”
“Yes, the fucking president.”
“Oh god.”
Rafe huffed and flopped onto your bed, still gripping his phone. “This is, like, some freaky fangirl shit, dude. I feel like I’m competing with a dead guy.”
Topper howled with laughter. “Oh, I’m adding Kelce.”
The call clicked over to a three-way call.
“Yo,” Kelce’s voice came through. “What’s up?”
“Rafe’s girl is apparently in love with JFK and Frank Sinatra.”
There was a long pause.
Then—
“Who the fuck is Frank Sinatra?”
Rafe groaned. “See? See?! I don’t even know these dudes!”
Kelce snorted. “Okay, but, like, why JFK?”
“I don’t know! She’s got these little vintage pins and fucking love letters—”
“Wait.” Kelce wheezed. “Are they his love letters?”
“I hope the fuck not.”
“Oh my god,” Topper wheezed. “Dude, she’s obsessed.”
“Oh, it gets worse.” Rafe grabbed the Frank Sinatra Barbie, flipping the camera to show them.
“No fucking way.”
“What the actual fuck?!”
“Bro, what is that?”
“It’s a Frank Sinatra Barbie doll, dude.”
Kelce cackled. “You are so screwed.”
“You’re literally competing with a bunch of dead guys,” Topper teased.
“Yeah, well, at least I’m not bald,” Rafe muttered, glaring at the JFK pin.
“Oh, give it time.”
“Shut the fuck up, Top.”
Then—
The front door clicked open.
“Rafey, I’m home!” Your voice rang through the house.
“Shit—” Rafe scrambled, hanging up the call.
A second later, you walked in, a vintage paper shopping bag on your arm, your face bright with excitement—until you froze.
Your beloved shrine was completely exposed.
And Rafe—standing in front of it, Frank Sinatra Barbie in hand—looked like he had just uncovered a deep, dark secret.
“…Rafe,” you said slowly.
“Babydoll.” He raised a brow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What the fuck is this?”
Your eyes widened.
Then, with a gasp, you rushed forward.
“You opened the cabinet?”
“Oh, I opened the cabinet.” Rafe held up the Barbie like it was evidence in a crime scene. “And this was inside.”
Your face lit up. “Oh my god! I finally found one in mint condition! Isn’t it amazing?! Look, it even has the tiny microphone! And the little fedora—”
Rafe stared at you, bewildered. “So, you’re telling me you collect dead guys?”
“Well, no.” You grinned, proud of your find. “I collect icons.”
Rafe blinked. “This is next level.”
You shrugged, beaming at him. “You just don’t get it. It’s vintage, Rafe. It’s classic.”
He exhaled sharply, tossing the Barbie onto the bed. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, but you caught the amused smirk tugging at his lips. “Just, for the love of God, don’t get any ideas with Marilyn, okay?”
Your eyes twinkled mischievously. “No promises.”
Rafe groaned. “You’re impossible.”
Later that night…
Curled up on the couch, you were fully immersed in Roman Holiday for what had to be the hundredth time. Rafe, sprawled out next to you, was barely paying attention. Instead, he grabbed his phone and called Topper and Kelce back.
“You guys,” he muttered, half-whispering into the phone. “She just spent an hour explaining the lore.”
Kelce howled. “Really?”
Topper chuckled. “Did she convince you?”
“…I think I’m being indoctrinated.”
Kelce wheezed. “Bro, next thing you know, she’s gonna start dressing you like a 50s movie star.”
Rafe froze.
Then, in pure horror, he muttered,
“Holy fuck.”
And in the background—
“Rafey, come cuddle and watch the movie!”
Rafe sighed.
Then, much to Topper and Kelce’s delight, he grumbled—
“…Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, babydoll.”
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I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera




{Paring: Subscriber Jake Sim x OF Model Blk Fem! Reader
{Genre: smut, cyber sex, onlyfans au, Jake’s a college student, 18+ so mdni).
{Synopsis: In which jake has found himself addicted to getting off by watching ebony porn, but ever since he’s stumbled upon your OF account, he’s become your number one supporter.
{Warnings: explicit scenes, mutual masturbation, video call sex, fingering, jerking off, dirty talk, usage of toys, body worshipping, Jake likes to be praised, ass lover Jake, lmk if I missed anything too lazy.
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Jake was hooked, ever since he came across your post on twitter promoting your onlyfans account, he’s been draining his pockets on you every single week. He legit spoils you, from sending you cute little outfits he wants to see you wear on your streams, and all types of toys for you to play with yourself, while he abuses his dick until he can’t go on anymore.
Jake can remember the first time he ever watched Ebony porn, he was painfully hard scrolling through different porn sites, just trying to find that one good flick that would relieve all his stress from work. His usual search browser consisted of hentai porno, and of course Asian girls. But that night, he stumbled across a video titled “Big Booty Ebony girl gets pounded into mattress”.
He bit down on his bottom lip nervously, he was so hesitant at first, because of what background he comes from and out of fear of being judged by his friends and family. But Jake couldn’t resist the undying twitch in his pants, he couldn’t lie and say his cock wasn’t getting harder, as he stared at the erotic thumbnail of the video.
Finally he stopped hesitating and clicked on the video, and fuck was it the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He watched so intently while pumping his cock furiously, it was the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life. Ever since then, it’s the only porno he can get off to, saving various videos and pictures of Black pornstar models.
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Jake tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently, watching as customer after customer flooded into the comic store. He had 10 minutes left in his shift, which was feeling like forever. He tried not to show his irritation towards the customer, checking his watch every second he could, his coworker was running late like always he was over it.
Thankfully his coworker finally walked through the door, yawning dramatically, as he greeted Jake. Jake simply nodded real quick, rushing from behind the counter to get to the time clock. You’re probably wondering why Jake is rushing to get back to his apartment, well, recently you hosted a raffle for a chance to have a private video call session, for your dear subscribers.
The rules were simple, never miss a single one of your streams, endless gifting, and last but not least, a picture of a dick that’s bigger than 6 inches. Lucky for Jake, he never misses your streams, always being the first person to join, gifting you almost everything off your wishlist, and not to brag, but Jake had a cock of 8inches.
It was no surprise that Jake had won, but it was still so shocking to see a dm from none other then yourself. His heart racing as he read your message, announcing that he had won the video call session, and setting up a date and time.
He then made it to his apartment, the familiar smell of his once burning candle welcomed him back.
He quickly kicked off his shoes, dropping his backpack on the couch, and making his way upstairs to his bedroom. His dick was already throbbing in his pants, as the dirty thoughts of tonight’s affairs clouded his mind.
He took a nice hot shower, shaving his pubic hair, to make sure he’s nice and smooth for you. It almost felt like he was getting ready for a date, spraying on cologne as if you could smell it through the screen, and making sure his hair looked presentable.
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Jake laid in his bed, only wearing his boxers, with his laptop in front of him. You had sent him a dm, asking if he was ready to start the video call, Jake was so nervous but aroused at the same time. Finally a notification of an incoming video call popped up on Jake’s computer screen, causing him to jump at the ringing sound.
He touched up his hair a little before answering the call. His jaw dropped when he took in the sight of you sitting at your usual desk setup, your room covered in pink and white. You were just so beautiful, you were clad in a pink bikini bra, a pink thong, and your hair was braided in pink and black braids.
He just stared at you in awe, too stunned to speak, as he started to drool from the mouth. Finally your sweet voice knocked him out of his trance, his heart racing like crazy.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you Simjaeyun1115, I’ve been excited all day for our special session” You smiled at him, twirling the ends of your braids, as you enjoy the view of Jaeyun. Honestly you were thinking that he was probably some old guy, hiding behind the screen, being that Jaeyun didn’t have a profile picture. What you weren’t expecting was Jake to be this fucking sexy, his silky black hair falling down his face nicely, his slim yet toned physique pleasing to the eye, and he has a fucking Australian accent?!
“Hi Y/n, y-you’re so pretty wow I- wow” He tripped over his words, running his hands through his hair, biting his lip because he was so distracted by your beautiful body in the camera, you made him shit nervous. You giggled at his nervous expression, smirking and biting your lip as well, he was so freaking cute.
“How was your day Jaeyun?” You inquired, getting close to the camera and adjusting the too little bra that’s barely holding your tits in. Jake eyes followed, swallowing hard before answering your question, he was surprised you even cared about his day and he couldn’t lie and say that didn’t give him butterflies.
“My day was good, just went to class and work, that’s pretty much it” He nodded, licking his lips as he goes from staring at your pretty face, to your soft looking plush thighs. You giggled again, before putting your hands on your boobs.
“Do you like my boobies Jaeyun?, is that why you can’t pay attention to anything I’m saying?” You purr seductively, rubbing and fondling your own tits. Jake’s breath hitched, his cock jumping at the action, fuck you were his guilty pleasure.
“Y-Yes I do, s-sorry it’s just like, you’re so goddamn sexy and I’ve been waiting for this moment since I found your account and- Fuck I sound like a desperate loser I’m sorry” He rambled, nervously looking away and running his hands through his fluffy hair. You cooed at his shy expression, blowing a kiss at him through the screen.
“No need to apologize baby boy, I like your desperation so much, it’s my favorite thing in the world” You said softly, playing with your nipples as you let out little sighs of pleasure.
“Also you can call me Jake, if you don’t mind, I mean Jaeyun is my real name but I go by Jake- I’m rambling haha” He nervously laughed, adjusting his position on the bed, letting you get a peak of his boner straining through his gray boxers. You moaned out loud at the sight of it, his big bulge making your mouth water.
“Damn Jakey, you really do have a big cock, at first I thought the picture was photoshopped, but you really are packing” You said kinda in disbelief, feeling yourself growing wet in your panties. Jake’s face became beet red, nodding and swallowing hard, as your words went straight to his dick.
“Are you ready to play with me baby?” You smirked, unraveling the tie of your bikini bra, your boobs bouncing free. Jake let out a pathetic gasp, squeezing on his hard cock through his boxers, as if he’s trying to tame it.
“Fuck they’re so big, wanna suck on your pretty brown erect nipples so bad baby” He groaned, palming himself, as he watched you bounce your tits up and down in front of the camera, you know he loves when you do that.
“Would you squeeze them too baby? Would you rub and tease my sensitive nipples between your fingertips hm?” You moaned, sticking your fingers inside your mouth, as your other hand rubbed your wet pussy through your panties.
“Fuck yeah baby, I’ll suck on them, abuse those cute little nips of yours” He smirked, biting his lips, his Aussie accent was so strong and sexy fuck he was turning you on so much.
“Take your dick out please, wanna see it so badly” You purr, already lifting your body up from the chair and taking off your pink thong, a string of your clear sticky arousal following behind. Jake looked at you with hazy hooded eyes, as he lifted his body from the mattress, tugging his boxers down, his hard cock spring free with precum dripping from his pink slit.
“Such a pretty fucking cock, shit wanna suck the life out of you Jakey” You whined, his cock looked so firm, standing tall and proud, as it twitched at your praise. He smeared the precum that stained his mushroom tip, using it as lubrication and stroking his base.
“Would you suck it nice and slowly? Or would you deep throat and make it really messy for me” He asked, groaning as he stroked his cock at a slow pace, making sure not to overdo it or he would blow his load too quickly.
“I like to give messy head, lots of spit, I like my throat fucked daddy” You whined, spreading your legs open, exposing your glistening pussy to his eyes to feast on. Jake sped up his movements slightly, curses falling under his breath, as took in the sinful sight of your melaninated pussy on display for him.
“Shittt, look at that pretty little pussy, god she’s so wet, I can tell you want this just as much as I do darling” He whined, his breathing becoming harsher, as he edges himself from coming undone. You stood up from the chair disappearing from the camera, Jake frowned and pouted, asking where did you go. You came back into frame, your full nude body in the camera as you held something behind your back.
“What are you hiding princess, show me” He moaned, halting his movements as he waits for you to show him what you’re hiding.
“I got something special for you today my love” You smiled, before pulling what’s behind your back, and showing it to the camera. It was 8inch dildo, it looked exactly like Jake’s, the tip pink with veins running down the sides of it.
“Fuck baby, is that supposed to be my dick?” He said breathless, stroking himself again, as he imagines how you’re going to fuck yourself with the dildo. You nodded, biting your lip as you centered the toy on the chair.
“I searched all around to find a cock that looked identical to yours, I was able to find the perfect one online. Just wanted to make it as realistic as possible” You moaned, as you sat back down on the chair, lifting your legs and spreading them wide.
“That’s so damn hot babe, can’t wait to see you stretch that tight little cunt out” He grunted, squeezing his balls and smearing more precum on his tip that leaks out.
“How do you want me to fuck myself Jakey?” You smiled mischievously at him, playing with your boobs again.
“Want you to fuck yourself reverse cowgirl, I want to see your ass bouncing on it” He said through gritted teeth, sitting up straighter, as he leaned his back on the headboard.
“That’s your favorite huh? You like to see my fat ass bouncing on cock baby boy?” You turned your body around, your plump ass now facing the camera, as you smacked your own asscheek. Jake whined, begging for you to stop teasing and make him cum already.
You started to play with your pussy, rubbing little circles on your puffy clit. Jake watched you so intensely, his cock so stiff and wet.
“Spread that pussy open for me beautiful, I wanna see how tight she is” He said, licking his lips that’s now going dry, sweat drips down his forehead and his room now feels hot and stuffy. You obliged immediately, spreading open your slippery folds, showing off your pretty pussy.
Jake almost busted his nut, your brown pussy lips with pink inner shell, had him holding his breath. You slid two fingers inside your tight cunt, prepping yourself to take the 8inch toy. The squelching sound of your fingers penetrating your pussy, comes through Jake’s computer, He whined at the filthy sound.
“Come on baby no more teasing please, I need to see you riding my cock now” He begged, eyes wide and lust clouded. You nodded frantically, obeying his commands, you lined your hole up with the tip of the dildo, making sure you’re looking back at the camera as you start to slowly sink down on it.
You let out a little squeak, the thick mushroom tip breaching your tight little hole. Jake’s shoots worlds of praise and encouragement towards you, calling you a “good girl” or “you can take it sweetheart”.
“Oh my, oh fuck so big shit” You whined, your lips already quivering from the intense stretch. Jake chuckles softly, rubbing his hand through his hair.
“Sit all the way down on it babe, if I was actually there right now I won’t be nice to you I’ll make you feel it” Jake smirked, as he watched you slowly sit all the way down, letting out a pained moan. You stayed still, as you let yourself adjust to the size of it, your chest heaving up and down.
Finally the pain turned into pleasure, as you start to rock your hips back and forth slowly.
“Ahh shittt Jake, you’re so deep inside me oh my god” You screamed out, looking back at him, as you fastened your movements. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, throwing his head back as he matches your pace stroking his heavy length.
“Hell yeah baby girl, take that fucking dick just like that” Jake moaned loudly, his voice husky and deep with ecstasy. You adjusted your position, getting into a squatting position, as you started to bounce on the toy faster. The feeling of the dildo reaching so deep inside your guts, touching your cervix had you crying out loud, chanting Jake’s name like a mantra.
“Jake Jake, oh god Jake your cock feels so good, please don’t stop” You whined, feeling your stomach tightening, drool dripping from your mouth.
“Fuuuck that’s it, feels good huh? Like how I’m deep inside that kitty baby? Spread your asscheeks open for me I wanna see that little pussy being torn apart” He sighed in pleasure, pumping his cock at an almost inhuman speed. You bit your bottom lip, spreading both asscheeks apart, a ring of your creamy arousal coated on the base of the dildo.
Jake let out a pathetic whine, feeling himself getting painfully close to his breaking point, he had been edging himself for quite some time now, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“God baby, I’m close I’m close, need you to cum with me okay?” He panted, his strong accent pushing to the edge. You were already dangerously close as well, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel. You reach down between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, pushing yourself to the edge.
“JAKE! I’m gonna cum oh shit I’m gonna fucking cum” You cried out, a sudden wave of pleasure coursing through your body, as you came hard around the dildo, your creamy sticky essence, dripping down the sides of the cock. Jake followed right behind you, releasing a guttural moan, shooting thick spurts of white cum, making a mess of himself.
You both path heavily, trying to catch each other’s breath from the intense orgasms. You whined out of sensitivity, your legs trembling as you slowly pulled off of the toy, collapsing in the chair. Jake looked at you with drowsy hooded eyes, smiling at you like a lovesick idiot.
“That was the best nut i ever had in my life” Jake murmured, his body feeling weak and limp. You nodded in agreement, smiling like a lovesick fool as well.
“I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard with anyone else but you Jakey” You giggled, wiping the wet off your forehead and getting closer to the camera.
“Does that mean I have chance for another video call?” He smirked.
“Fuck a video call, how would you like to meet up?” You winked.
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A/n: Gir- I- he’s so hot I’m sorry no words no words I absolutely enjoyed writing this bc wtf he’s so damn sexy😤 but I hope you guys like it! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏽 not proofreading shii homegirl😀
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hey! i am obsessed with the lifeguard!james series, i was thinking of an idea for part 8
so someone in the groups has like a cabin in a the woods and everyone goes out there for the year, and this year james is coming too - so basically we are all walking up to the cabin (maybe we can have a cute scene where we reveal some stuff about us in a convo with james) and we get there are draw names for who’s sharing and ofc we ‘accidentally’ get james so we’re basically sharing a room for two days and a bed - maybe we finally kiss by the end 🙂↕️🙂↕️
lifeguard! james potter x fem!reader
wc: 3585
cw: all the usuals for this series
me: guys it happened!!! this is a lot longer and softer than some of the other parts but i'm rlly happy with it so hope u guys love it too!! and thank u to the anon who requested it, i hope u enjoy xx
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the stereo pumped an old classic at volumes that should have been illegal, but no one was complaining. you all sang along, crammed into marlene’s truck. you assumed sirius’ car wasn’t far behind, but it wasn’t in your sight.
you were in the backseat, legs stretched across james’ lap as he stared out the window. lily and marlene sat in the front seat, marlene the only one allowed to drive her ancient truck.
“so who’s place is this again?” james asked you quietly as the other two fought over radio stations.
“sirius’, of course. his family’s fucking loaded, they have this place in the woods and a boat docked down on the coast — ‘s ridiculous, honestly.”
“so why aren’t they spending the long weekend here?”
“who could say? they’re probably in greece or paris or kicking puppies or something.”
“good riddance,” marlene called, looking at you in the rearview mirror, “better for us.”
sirius’ cabin was only a few hours out from your town, but it felt like a whole other world. away from the hustle of town, the trees loomed over you in a knitted canopy, sunlight streaming through to make you all lazy and good-tempered.
you got stuck on luggage duty with james, payment for not having to do any of the driving or navigating.
“i can’t believe this,” you grumbled, slinging lily’s bag over your shoulder, “this is un-feminist.”
“it was 75% girls in that car, do you think any manual labour is unfeminist?” james asked with a smile.
“no,” you shot back quickly, “just any that i have to do.” james just laughed with a roll of his eyes, taking your bag out of your hands so you just had the one. you put up a half-hearted fight, which dissolved into an uncharacteristically shy smile, quickly trying to create a comeback or something to keep your banter going.
“how far away is this place?” james asked, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of where you’d be staying.
“dude, it’s so far,” you huffed, “the blacks are so stupid rich that you can’t even park at the cabin — it would ruin the freaky, isolated vibe if you could just see cars. you have to hike just to get there.”
a thin path stretched before you, grey stepping stones extending into the distance. the walkway was framed with trees, making the whole area hushed and peaceful.
“so why does sirius hate his parents so much?” james asked, letting you step onto the stones before him.
“they’re the worst. stupidly, ignorantly rich, they don’t respect him at all. we think they, you know, or have, but he’s never said anything. still, he sleeps over at one of ours almost every night during the school year. it’s a little better over the summer though, his parents fuck off to some exotic vacation and we get free reign of his place.”
“you guys are really good friends, huh?” james watched you hop from stone to stone, careful not to step on dirt in your own private game.
“we’ve basically all known each other since birth, it’s us or nothing. not much changes around here,” you sighed, then gave a small smile, “at least until you came, baywatch.”
“glad to be of service,” james laughed, messing with his hair. “so do you like it here?”
“god no! it’s so bloody boring — i mean, except for this summer, i suppose. but i can’t wait to get out, see the world, you know? not to influence your opinions or anything,” you joked, taking a moment to admire the sunlight filtering through the tree leaves.
“you don’t have to worry about that.” james shook his head, “this town sucks, respectfully. i mean, you’re the best thing about it by far — meaning the group! obviously!” you burst out in laughter, looking back at james with a grin.
he was all of a sudden startled by your appearance. twisting to glance back, you were bathed in golden sunlight, illuminating your features. your smile almost matched the glow, the whole moment moving as if in slow motion.
“good save, loverboy,” you teased, but james was slow to reply, taken aback by the moment. he stumbled over a comeback as well as his own feet, tripping to catch up to you.
finally, the whole gang had made it up to the cabin; you and james with the bags, and the other car, which had taken an extra rest stop and was twenty minutes behind.
lounged across the living room, you all looked to lily for what you knew was coming, except james. she flourished to present her hat, filled with your names on scraps of paper.
“alright, i will be rooming with… mary!” you all applauded like a ridiculous late-night show audience.
“why is this happening?” james asked in a whisper, leaning closer than strictly necessary to ask it. goosebumps raised where his mouth hovered next to your ear.
“peter and marlene both snore like hell, but neither of them want to share a room because they wake each other up. so we do it by chance, no one can get mad.”
“diplomatic.” james nodded, impressed.
you felt your stomach sink and dissolve into flips as lily read the next pairing: sirius and remus. you had terrible chances, either you got stuck with an awful snorer, or you were going to room with james for the weekend. you didn’t know which would be more intense.
the suspense ended with both peter and marlene yelling in dramatised agony; you would be sharing a room with james. lily looked much too pleased with herself for it to be an accident, but you didn’t say anything. how could you? it wasn’t like you were disappointed by it.
“come on, pretty, show me to our room,” james said from the sofa with a cocky grin, and you tried not to admire his thighs as he man-spread in his obnoxiously short shorts.
neither of you said anything as you walked into the bedroom you’d been allocated to, the elephant in the room staring you both in the face. one queen-sized bed. the room felt like it was heating up, but maybe that was just the unspoken tension between the two of you.
“we can put some pillows up or something, i don’t mind,” james said, turning to face you with the unnerving vulnerability you still hadn’t gotten used to. looking at him made your knees weak, so you surged ahead, tossing your duffle bag on the small armchair and opening the curtains. ”don’t be ridiculous, we’re not thirteen. we’re friends, we can keep things professional.”
“is that what we’re doing?” you could feel james behind you, hovering but not making contact. “are we strictly professional?”
you turned to face him, momentarily surprised at your closeness, you were practically mouth to mouth. you both stilled for a minute as you held loaded eye contact, the quiet of the room heavy around you. it would take the tiniest movement from either of you to finally —
“can you guys hurry up and get ready for the pool?” marlene yelled from down the hall, “we want to officially christen it together.”
you both jumped apart, a sudden shyness overtaking you. you bundled your towel and a book in your arms and gave james a small smile as you walked out.
“well, come on, baywatch. we haven’t got all day.” james was on your heels like a puppy, stuttering half-formed arguments about how you didn’t really need to go down to the pool. you laughed them off, continuing straight-faced towards the garden.
the pool was gorgeous, obviously. everything connected to sirius’ family was. you weren’t much of a swimmer — more of a sunbather if anything — but you were sure that if this pool were yours, you’d have wrinkly fingers all year-round.
you floated on the surface of the water, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your front half and the cool water on the back. your friends were chatting or playing around you, but the whole garden had a serene air about it, peace coming from fleeing your town.
that was, at least, until james swam across the bottom of the pool, popping up to grab your middle and pull you under with him, your scream cutting off as you were dunked.
“dick!” you laughed as you resurfaced, slapping james’ chest, trying to ignore the muscle definition under your hands. you pushed yourself off the pool floor, intending to jump onto james to take him down in retaliation, but he was two steps ahead of you, catching you with his hands around your waist, slamming you again into the water as you laughed hysterically.
you both wrestled in the water as the others watched on, laughing at the ridiculousness.
“sirius!” you yelled, glancing over your shoulder, “help me!” sirius looked between you and remus in disbelief, reluctantly pushing himself up.
“come on, mckinnon, i’m not gonna be the third wheel here. take him down with me.” the two dived into the pool, helping you to finally overpower james and dunk him under the water. he put up an honourable fight — clearly his hours at the gym weren’t for nothing.
“alright, alright!” james laughed, putting his hands up in surrender, throwing you away from him one more time.
“chicken?” marlene asked, not wanting to waste getting in the water. you brightened up at once, nodding eagerly.
“c’mon, baywatch. don’t let me down now.” you grinned, pushing james down by his shoulders so you could sit on them, not not noticing the ease with which he held you up.
you stared down marlene with playful seriousness, preparing for a fight. peter was your referee, commentating for the rest of the group as you began to fight.
you and marlene interlocked fingers, reaching and wobbling as you tried to knock the other off. the group’s interest had been piqued, gathering around to cheer and trash-talk as the four of you battled.
“hold on, babe,” james said amongst the chaos, clearly not realising what he’d said and pursued his original goal, shifting you around as he grabbed marlene’s feet, launching her backwards off of sirius’ shoulders, winning you the game.
you put aside your feelings about james’ little pet name, jumping off his shoulders to throw your arms around his neck. you yelled with glee, making a splash as the two of you celebrated.
“suck it, losers!” you yelled, sticking your tongue out at your opponents. james hoisted you up so you were sitting on one of his shoulders, flexing your own biceps as if you were the one who made any impact in the game.
“whatever, let’s switch. you up for it, potter?” marlene asked, high-fiving you as you passed her to get to sirius.
“take him down,” sirius laughed, dipping under the water so you could get on his shoulders. “you’ve got the power here.” you just giggled, shaking your head as you prepared.
just before peter counted down to start, you adjusted your triangle bikini top, ensuring you were safe for physical activity. james caught the moment incidentally, and he was a goner.
peter yelled for you both to start but james hardly heard, eyes locked on the bounce of your breasts as you leant to attack marlene, laughing freely as you held onto each other. james was in a daze, enraptured by your body and your boobs, bouncing dramatically as sirius took an underwater step towards james, ceremoniously shoving him over.
james, completely distracted, took the fall with full force, bringing both him and marlene crashing into the water with various profanities.
“dude,” marlene moaned when she resurfaced, “what’s the point of all those muscles if you’re gonna lose a fucking strength game?”
“sorry,” james said, tone somewhere in between trying to make it out as a joke and shameful that he really, truly lost a game of chicken because he was staring at your tits.
he caught sirius’ eye — purely by chance — and flushed a deep shade of red when sirius winked, enjoyment clear on his face.
“no hard feelings, right, mate?” he grinned, the innuendo clear to the boys but innocent enough that no one else would notice. james shoved him playfully, and the moment was over; everyone going back to what they were doing before.
by dinner, the whole group was exhausted in the way that only happened on the summer holidays, when the sun and water had wiped you out and only a hazy pleasantness remained.
you lounged around on the ridiculously nice outdoor furniture, gorging on pizzas and pastas that remus, peter and mary had cooked for you all. you, lily and sirius were on cocktail duty, mixing drinks with ridiculous alcohol content, mostly due to sirius.
you were all ridiculously happy, the summer evening breeze only lifting your spirits with it. remus had put on one of his incredibly niche playlists, which made you feel like you were coming to the end of a coming-of-age movie.
the group was playing catan, all lounged around the beautiful glass outdoor coffee table, a few candles and lamps illuminating the board through the night. to fit the six-person limit, you and james were on one team, to which all your friends shot you knowing looks, and sirius and peter were another team, whilst everyone else played on their own. ordinarily, remus and sirius would, of course, be playing together, but remus got surprisingly competitive, and no one wanted to disrupt his master plan.
to say you were playing was an overstatement; james did all the important gameplay with one arm wrapped around your waist, absentmindedly tracing gentle patterns on the exposed skin from your bathing suit, which made it difficult for you to focus on very much at all. you were cuddled into his side under the guise of an evening chill, though making no moves to rectify the situation with any other clothing or blankets.
it was past midnight when you all called it a day, everyone helping to clean up and wash the dishes you’d used.
“you go up and change or whatever, i’ll just finish drying these,” you told james, wiping a dishtowel over a plate. he nodded, disappearing around a corner.
you did your chore in peaceful silence for a few minutes as remus washed up next to you. it was quiet until lily walked in for a glass of water, leaning suspiciously against a countertop.
“aren’t you glad james is part of our group now, remus?” she said, voice dripping with false innocence. remus rolled his eyes playfully next to you, committing to lily’s bit anyway.
“yeah, he’s a really nice guy. hope he sticks around for a while.”
“alright, cut the shit, evans. say whatever it is you’re talking around.” you smiled despite your harsh words, turning to face her with a hand on your hip.
“i’m just wondering when you’re gonna make an actual move.”
“oh, fuck off,” you laughed, going back to drying.
“to be fair, you’ve been torturing the poor guy all summer,” remus said, “and it’s obvious you actually like him now, not just as a set of abs.”
“you guys make me sound so terrible.” both your friends exchanged a look, and lily just wished you luck as she disappeared back toward her bedroom.
you met james up in your room soon after, changing in the bathroom into your pyjama shorts and t-shirt you’d picked up a million years ago.
“nice outfit,” james said from the bed, and you realised how stupid the childish design must look. rainbows and care bears faded from hundreds of washes.
“shut up,” you giggled, sliding into your side of the bed, switching off the lamp so you were showered in darkness. you and james were both laid on your sides, facing each other. one hand was under your cheek, the other resting on the mattress between you both.
you chatted about nothing for a while, the light of the moon and stars illuminating james’ features as he told you about the football match that happened over the weekend. you were perfectly happy talking about absolutely nothing with james, you were honestly surprised at the way you were yet to run out of conversation over a summer of almost constant hanging out.
the conversation lulled for a moment, both of you staring into the other’s eyes. over your talk, your hands had subconsciously gravitated together, pinkies barely brushing.
“tell me a secret,” you said. the world seemed quiet around you, only the occasional chirp of a cricket outside disturbing your bubble.
“i really like singin’ in the rain,” james confessed, “i know it’s uncool but i rewatch it every time i’m sick.”
“that is so cute,” you grinned, lifting your resting hand up to mess with his curls. james swatted your hand away with a laugh, and you returned it to its place, pinky interlocking with james’. “that’s not what i meant, though. tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”
james stared at the connection point of your hands, thinking.
“you’re probably my first real friend. well, you and your group at least.”
“what?” it wasn’t what you expected.
“i’m an only child and i grew up kind of isolated from other kids. when i went to school everyone thought i was a freak, so… i’ve just been kind of alone. until you guys were so nice to me.” you looked at each other for a long moment, evidently neither of you expecting that to be james’ secret. “um, now you tell me one.” james smiled awkwardly, clearly eager to move on from his admission.
it was your turn to pause. what was an appropriate secret to spill? it was now or never, you supposed. you closed your eyes.
“i’m scared of you.”
“what?” you could feel james go rigid against the mattress, dread creeping into his voice.
“i’m scared of how you make me feel. that you’re not just hot. that i like talking to you, that i never want to go home when i’m with you. i’m scared that… maybe this thing between us isn’t just for fun, for me.”
the silence suddenly felt deafening instead of comforting. you’d never felt this vulnerable before. you didn’t do crushes and lovesickness and midnight confessions; none of this came naturally to you.
“are you gonna say anything?” you asked quietly, worried you were going to start crying if james remained silent.
“give me a second, honey, i’m checking if i’m dreaming,” james said with a goofy smile, eliciting a girlish giggle from you.
“huh?” your smile grew without your consent.
“did you think all this flirting was just for fun? lovely, i think you’re amazing. of course, it was initially attraction, but you’re funny and exciting and kind. this summer has been the best of my life because of you.” james reached out, warm hand resting on your cheek.
the moment was heavy between you as your eyes flickered between james’ and his lips, and you knew he was doing the same. you couldn’t say who it was who finally pushed forward, but when it finally happened, your entire body lit up, every nerve ending erupting into flames as james shifted to be closer to you.
the kiss was gentle, a testament to james’ previous statement. it wasn’t just about the physical attraction anymore. his hand slid up your face into your hair as his other snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the mattress in a way that sent butterflies shooting around your insides.
when you finally pulled away, you had no control over your wide smile or the gleeful giggle that was so opposite to your usual cool demeanour. james’ eyes were bright with identical joy, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you stared at each other. you bit your lip to contain your laughter, moving so you could wrap your arms around james, his warmth comforting against you.
the next morning, shrouded in blankets and cuddled into james’ side, you both decided not to strictly mention that anything had happened between you two. it wasn’t a secret, per se, but neither of you was ready to put a label on anything, and it was just easier to keep everyone believing you were still doing your will-they-won’t-they thing.
the rest of the weekend consisted of stolen kisses and lingering touches, trying not to giggle whenever you locked eyes with james.
in the car on the ride home, both of you asleep intertwined across the back seat, lily and marlene finally dared to talk about it, lily glancing in the rearview mirror to where your head rested on james’ chest.
“do you think they fucked?” she asked, stopping into a petrol station to fill up marlene’s truck.
“oh, they definitely fucked,” marlene laughed, turning to observe you. “and thank god for that.”
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Minors do not interact! This post is NSFW and dd:dne!
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Once upon a time (April 6th 2024) I have written a drabble (1,3k words) about my favorite DoL yandere (Kylar) for myself, my friend, and any other freaky Kylar lovers. It was originally posted on my friend's blog with my permission, but they have since deactivated. Now I'm reposting both the original drabble and the follow-up drabble.
Written in second person POV (you/yours)
WARNINGS/TAGS: Fem! Reader x Kylar, stepbrother!Kylar, older brother!Kylar, pseudoincest/stepcest, corruption, dubcon (but consent is given), creampies, breeding, fucked-up family dynamics, Kylar is a pathetic pervert (what else is new)
Imagine getting adopted into Kylar's family. The parents are a little absent and your new big brother is a total loser, but it really isn't all that bad at first. Sure, he's a bit cringey in how overexcited he is about having a younger sister, but maybe he's just always wanted a sibling? Surely that's the reason. The fact that he's drooling while he thinks you aren't looking is just a coincidence! It happens!
Then he starts getting clingy. At first it's just touching your hand while giving you something or brushing you with his shoulder while he sits on the couch with you. Then he's asking for hugs and insisting that you have to hold hands whenever you go out. Then he tries to guilt-trip you into giving him a smooch on the cheek. You cave almost immediately, because he looks like he's actually a second away from bursting into tears. Your big brother is a loser, and you slowly begin to accept it. He's kinda cute in how cringefail he is.
What's not cute is finding out what happens to your panties when they go missing. You think you keep misplacing them and don't worry too much about it. Then you find them back in the laundry bin, all crusty and some even sticky. Okay, that's weird. But you still give Kylar some benefit of the doubt and pretend that everything is fine. He's nice to you! He gives you ice-cream, he always lets you pick whenever you both wanna watch something, he gives you shoulder massages, and he does your chores for you. Kylar is a good brother!
That's what you keep telling yourself, even as he slowly starts getting more and more handsy, sometimes to the point where you aren't entirely sure if this still isn't considered groping. But it's fine, you can take some pervy behaviour! You're a good little sister, and Kylar keeps reminding you of that even as he's panting in your ear while hugging you and clinging to you like his life depends on it. You try not to think about what's pressing against your thigh.
It gets worse the longer it goes on, and somehow you find yourself regularly making out with your big brother because he just loves you so much :(( It's what all loving siblings do! You're doubtful, but he looks so elated every time you agree to sit on his lap or let him knead your tits that you don't have the heart to tell him no. It's so easy to make him happy, and you kind of feel good from it too, even though you don't really want to admit it. You also worry about your parents finding out and you both getting into trouble, but Kylar is strangely unbothered.
Actually, he grows downright brazen. He begins feeling you up while your parents are in the room, he doesn't even attempt to hide the leering gazes he sends your way. He actually slaps your ass one day while the whole family is together! Your parents just laugh it off, and continue like nothing happened. You aren't sure if you should feel relieved or mortified. You realise it's the latter when Kylar begins rutting into your ass, rubbing his clothed cock against you and whimpering in your ear while your parents are literally three steps away and yet they say nothing. At first you think they are somehow not noticing their son's actions, but then they start laughing and playfully discussing how nice it would be to have grandkids. And your brother fucking moans into your ear, not even trying to hide how turned on he is by the idea of breeding you.
Everything goes to shit from there. Apparently, your parents realised that the only way Kylar will ever get laid is if he is allowed to fuck you, so they just... Let him. In fact, they seem almost into the idea, with your mother complimenting your figure and making comments on how it's perfect for motherhood. Your father offhandedly mentions that it'd be nice to build a crib yourselves, and that he should buy the materials for some woodworking. Kylar is relentless now that he's got your parents' blessing and not-so-implicit approval. Groping and making out turns into you waking up with his head between your thighs, eagerly lapping at your cunt and looking at you like an overeager puppy, begging you to let him do more. He might jerk off and cum all over your face while you sleep, but he holds off on slipping his dick inside you without your permission. He really, really wants to! And he tells you about it in detail while he suckles on your tits and bites your nipples as if that'll somehow make you lactate. Kylar holds off on just taking you like he's been wanting to for so long, instead eating you out daily while he waits for your permission to finally fill your womb with his cum. He waits, because he's such a nice and caring lover. He's constantly all over you, and you can't even bring up the "we're family!" argument because your entire family is more than happy to let your big brother knock you up.
When you finally break and let Kylar fuck you, he all but cums into his pants right on the spot once he hears your words. Your big brother immediately pounces on you, pawing at your clothes in an attempt to expose as much of your body as he can without bothering to actually undress you. He moves with the urgency of someone who's afraid that you will change your mind, so he's stuffing you full of his cock in record time. Thankfully, all these evenings spent with him fingering your cunt over and over again have prepared you. The fact that you are already wet enough for him to easily slide in is something you refuse to think about. Of course, your big brother immediately begins to fuck you like a dog in heat, drooling all over you while he literally cries from how happy he is to finally fuck you raw. And god, he's so loud. There's no way your parents can't hear his desperate whimpers and how he babbles on and on about making you a mommy and giving you lots and lots of babies, and about how good your pussy feels. He's cumming within a few minutes of sloppy thrusting, but simply keeps going while furiously rubbing your clit. He's more than happy to overstimulate himself to the point of sobbing if it means he'll get to stuff you with his seed a few more times, and hopefully knock you up on the very first attempt.
You come down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water after your big brother finally passes out from the exhaustion of fucking you and giving you creampies over and over again. Your hair is a mess, your neck and tits are covered in hickeys and bite marks and you've got his drool all over you. The worst of the mess is between your trembling legs, where cum keeps dripping out of your tender pussy, overstimulated and tired from being used so much. You walk into the kitchen while looking like that, and your parents are absolutely beaming. Your mother is talking about how they've been coming up with baby names lately and that you should definitely check the list she's written for you and Kylar to pick from. And your father, looking like he's announcing that he has won a lottery, hits you with the revelation of them going on a vacation in a few days. Apparently, it will take a while for them to come home. But they aren't worried about anything bad happening while they're gone for so long! After all, you'll be left in the care of your loving big brother!
You are fucked. So, so fucked. In every way possible. But hey! Kylar promised to take you shopping for baby clothes as an apology for the mess he made out of your neck! So really, it's all good. It's nice to have such a caring big brother and supportive parents, isn't it <3
#Dia's scribbles#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity kylar#dol kylar#kylar the loner#male kylar#yandere#yandere x reader#dol x reader#dol kylar x reader#degrees of lewdity x reader
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Conner Kent's Obsession with Smalltown!Reader
A/N: I saw a few people liking the Superfam stuff and finally went nuts attempting this Conner bit. I tried. I tried so hard. I added dialogue. I'm used to the YJ Conner, but this is my attempt at Comic Conner. If he's OOC, oops. Yeet. (I attempted to research, I swear.) Might edit this some later.
A/N: I write Reader with an accent. One, cause that's how I talk. Two, cause I like it like 'dat.
A/N: I'm also almost done with Part Seven, but I'm adding dialogue to that too to make the breaking point a tad bit more impactful. I've never really written dialogue before.
Warnings: Slight Yandere themes. Romantic Yandere. (Very subtle.)
Conner’s run-ins with Reader always seemed to piss Tim off. Especially after Tim started researching into Reader. He would occasionally always beg Tim to invite Reader to hang out. And, he would find himself rejected every single time. Before it was probably due to Tim being dramatic. Now, he certain of this, it's because Tim dramatic and jealous overprotective.
On other occasions, he'd just by pass Tim, leaving him to his cases (and creeping) so hecould sneak and bother reader. They’re kinda cute, in his opinion. Of course they call him a big city boy and said he clearly lived off of his daddy’s money. Which was only kind of wrong. But, they way they said it made his a trail of heat crawl down his spine.
After some time had passed, he knew that Tim and the other members of the family were suspicious about him coming to the manor so much. He never tried to hide his reasons There was no point in hiding behind weak excuses. He respected the Bats too much to even think he could fool them. Plus, lying to the Bats was a good way to get stabbed with a kryptonite knife. Even though they had made it pretty clear that they disapproved of him coming around so often, He was still going to keep visiting. Could they really blame him? It wasn’t his fault he was enamored so easily.
He kept his distance just a bit. Like he was silently (commanded) requested. He could tell he made the newest addition to the family a bit uncomfortable. And, he understood. The clone thing was kinda freaky after all.
Well, at first he had assumed it was because he was a clone. That would make any normal person feel a bit weird. But, then he heard them keep call him that nickname. City boy. The way it rolled off their tongue and how often it was said was clearly a sign. They weren’t bothered by the clone thing. They just didn’t like his personality. He could fix that. That wasn’t that hard. He was adaptable.
So when he approached them again, for the million time, he tried to play up the cool and collected act. Going as far as to emulate the Batman. Which, surprising made the ice break. When they laughed at him.
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"No, seriously why are you acting like that?" You're still giggling at how hard he was trying to play up the serious act. Cause that's all it was. You don't doubt he could genuinely be serious for a moment, but this wasn't one of those moments.
"I'm just letting you see a different side of me, is all." Conner replies, trying to keep it up even though he had been quickly caught.
"You mean the imaginary side, city boy? I didn't realize you liked to play pretend." Another teasing snort. God, how you needed that laugh.
"I'm not pretending."
"Yeah, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah."
"No."
"Yes, you are. Don't be lyin' to me now. Or, Imma start gettin' upset."
"Okay, okay... How could you tell?" He conceded after a moment. The way he scratched the back of his head suited him much more than that little Oscar performance he was putting on a few seconds prior.
"I'm observant." Comes the mock arrogant reply. It was hard to give him a cold shoulder when he just made you laugh so genuinely in the last few weeks.
"Oh, look who's playing pretend now." The snark on his tongue doesn't have any heat, but it does bring you some relief. A bit of much needed normalcy.
Maybe it's the fact that the loneliness has slowly crawled into your chest and burrowed it's self deep in that hollow part of you, but it's easy to let your guard down around him for once. You had noticed his efforts to get to know you before, and maybe you let those preconceived notions cloud your little head. But, there was no need for them anymore. The twinge of glee he sparked was enough to burn them away and make you pause before you would rebuild those walls of yours.
"Are you saying I'm not observant?"
"Yep."
"The audacity!" The outrage nothing more than a sham. A simple way to fill the air between them. Cause even if the talk was small, just the hint of it filled something in you. That didn't make your curiosity fade, however. "But, seriously, why are you impersonating Bruce? And in his own house, no less."
The brief silence that washes over you both has you already regretting this. Had it really so long since you've had a proper conversation that you were this out of practice?
When he finally speaks again, it is gives you relief and more regret.
"I just wanted to finally get your attention."
Well, doesn't that make you finally fit in with the rest of your family?
Your tongue brushes over your teeth in an attempt to get the lead coating that made your words weigh heavy in your mouth off of it.
"I'm sorry, Conner. I- I've been smallminded haven’t I?"
"No, I get it. The whole clone thing is freaky." He starts, a light flush on his cheeks. He wasn't expecting an apology, and especially one so soon and so heartfelt.
"Oh, yeah, that... Really it didn't have anything to do with it. I kinda just thought you were a typical concrete jungle flirt. Momma warned me about men like you." You try to hide your sheepishness by adding humor to your voice, praying he catches your sincerity under all the different layers.
He catches something, judging by the beaming smile Conner gives you.
"Really? I had hoped it wasn't, ya know, that."
"Nah, nah. It wasn't. Still, I am sorry." You assume silence is about to befall the pair of you again, but he doesn't let it happen.
"My family owns a farm out in Kansas, you know?" The cheeky grin on his face screams that he's going to be getting his revenge in the form of mild bullying.
"No!" The resounding smack of your palm hitting your forehead nearly echoes in the halls. "I feel even worse now."
"So much for being observant, little detective."
"I never claimed to be no detective. But, I might be more... oblivious then I initially implied..."
Now, it's Conner's turn to guffaw at you.
"The audacity."
"Don't you throw my words back at my. I can't handle it." You can't help by click your tongue. There's hardly any annoyance from your words. "I really misjudged you."
"It's fine! I figured you might still be adjusting to Gotham and the whole Wayne lifestyle. Tim mentioned you're from a pretty small town when I started bugging him about you." He's clearly playing up the charm, but you let it work on you.
"More like I'm still suffering from culture shock." Slowly, you can feel this conversation starting to shift to something deeper than surface level. Things that haven't been allowed into the open air start to ripple underneath.
And, he takes that chance to draw it out.
"Still?" Empathy mixing into his tone. Those icy blue eyes looking incredibly warm. You'd never really taken the time to look at him. Sure, you knew he was attractive. Hell, everyone that seemed to show up at the manor was attractive. But, now you were finally looking at him. Too focused were you in taking in his appearance for the first time, that you completely missed the way those eyes shined with opportunity and desperate want.
"Yeah, still. It's... different."
"Different as in the food's a little weird or different as in the people are a little weird?"
"It's all a little weird, and it's... kinda... lonely?" You can't help the wince. You really don't wanna trauma dump on someone who you had initially misjudged. He didn't deserve that.
But, as he moves closer you can't help it. That desolate part of you longing for comfort when you haven't had it in such a long time and the way he's giving you all this undivided attention when you can barely catch Alfred in the halls these days fills that acute craving in your gut.
"Lonely?" God, the concern in his voice doesn't make you want to cry, but it does make you want to choke
"I... I think it's not here that's different. I think it's me that's too different." The way he sucks a breath in after the words leave your mouth makes you want to backtrack immediately. "I'm so sorry. God damn, am I mess right now."
"No. No. No. You are fine." The reassuring words oddly sound more like a purr, but they capture your attention all the same. "I get it. I really really do."
Why does he have to give you such a disarming smile. He's practically beaming at you now. There's a festering tension blooming around them like spores.
"You are really not helping me fell less like a jerk to you now." The click of your tongue attempting to defuse the budding blooms.
"Hey, if you're feeling guilt... you could, maybe... let me take you out for dinner sometime? Just to make it up to me."
After a stunned moment of thought, you finally find the words to reply.
" Honestly, I'd-"
"CONNER!" Tim's sudden interruption sends the words crawling back down your throat.
"Tim." He calls back in a cool greeting, but he strangely doesn't step back from you. Which is nice. You haven't had anyone close to you other than Dick and a few of your remaining friends at Gotham Academy. And Damian, Cassandra, and Duke get a bit huffy, or in Damian's case murdery, when they are within an arms reach of you.
"Sorry, am I interrupting anything? Conner and I had plans for the day." Tim's pleasant voice sends a wave of unease over you. He's not staring at you when he speaks. Just Conner. It's annoying how he's ignoring you despite you being right. In. Front. Of. Him.
But, then he does finally look at you and his dark grey eyes soften ever so slightly. You're not too mad. Clearly he's exhausted, judging by the bruises under his eyes. There's still a slight reflection in them as he's gaze meets yours, despite how dry the appear. Probably from looking at a computer too much.
"You really shouldn't bother with this guy. He's not worth it." The words are clearly meant to be joking. Casual banter between two close friends. But, you can't help thinking they come off a bit strong.
Conner seems to bristle at them, but he does brush them off.
"That's right, we are hanging out today. Can you blame me for getting distracted, though?" That cocky smirk of his is back, and he actually touches your shoulder. It makes you feels warm, but like a prize at the same time.
All Tim seems to do in response is twitch, but giving nothing away. His grey eyes going steely as they drift to Conner's hand.
When the moment finally passes, Conner lets his hand fall. You can feel it grazing down your back as he pulls away. Slow, like he's trying to strike a match and light something inside you.
"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Just think about my offer and get back to me on it!" Conner calls out as Tim storms behind him. Both heading in the direction of the library.
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As soon as their in the Batcave, Conner can tell he probably pushed it too far. Not that he has any regrets. He finally got somewhere and confirmed all of his previous theories about Reader. They were so adorable apologizing to him, and so deliciously sweet about it too.
He should've realized Tim was watching them, though. Dude was a creep. He maybe his best friend, but he's still a damn creep.
As expected, the rest of the family is also giving him the patented Bat-glare when he sees them. But, as he stated, he has no regrets. He's not stupid enough to stick around, though. He saw Jason loading a suspicious looking green bullet into the chamber of his gun. And, while he knows Tim wouldn't kill him, he's not so sure about the rest of them.
He's confirmed what he's wanted, what he's already suspected. They're absolutely perfect for him and ripe and raw.
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Will there be an update to Smokescreen's story? He's so good ♡♡
Sure!

Resolution pt 3
TFP Smokescreen x Reader
• Optics narrowing warily, he turns away to borrow the blanket draped on the little couch on the Medbay counter, listening for the sound of you bolting and he’s relieved when you stay put. Venting softly, he sets the blanket down and slides it your way with a servo. And you just stare at it before slowly reaching to take it like you think he might try to snatch it away. Watching you drape it around yourself, he has no idea what to do with you now. Reaching out his cupped hands like he’s seen the others do to let their humans climb up and be carried, you scoot away from him in answer, still sniffling and silently leaking. Not trusting him with yourself and he gets it. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says. “But we’re in hiding here, from your people and our enemies.”
• Huddling deeper into the blanket, you know he hadn’t actually hurt you and he could have easily. All he’d done was nearly give you a heart attack. And from nowhere you think of the time a mouse had gotten into your kitchen and your terrified attempts to pin it with a broom with no real plan beyond that, except that you hadn’t wanted to hurt it. Except to him, you’re the mouse. And at least he hadn’t smacked you repeatedly with a giant broom to get you to quit running. “What’s your name?”
• “Smokescreen. Yours?” Smiling as you answer, tiny fingers sticking out of the blanket where you’re clutching it to you. “Sorry about chasing you.” Embarrassed he rubs a palm against the back of his helm, door wings fidgeting. “I kind of panicked a bit.” Mostly because Arcee had just lectured him about not being seen or attracting attention. And she’s never going to let him live this down. Worse? Optimus is going to be disappointed with him and his door wings droop.
• That sense that he’s younger than the red and white one strengthens as you watch his body language. He’s alien, but his gestures, his expressions are shockingly human. It’s almost a little too uncanny. “I thought you were going to pull a Terminator on me, to be honest,” you mutter, relaxing some. “I mean this huge monster comes out of nowhere and charges right at me-” Trailing off when he grimaces, you wait and he rolls his hand.
• “Cybertronian. I’m not a sparkless thing,” he murmurs, smiling weakly to lessen the edge in his voice. Because you don’t know, how could you? “I’m a mech, a bot,” he adds, slightly embarrassed and you apologize, voice soft to make him feel even more awkward because you just look confused. Realizing how bad he is at explaining, he fidgets and again offers his hands. Optimus is better at this sort of thing and sooner or later he’s going to have to deal with that disappointed frown even if his spark constricts just thinking about it. Wants so bad to prove he’s not a fumbling youngling, that he belongs here. Might as well get it over with. Staring at his hands, his door wings droop slightly, but then you slowly stand trailing your blanket and climb into his hands. And you’re so small and warm as you settle in his palms, looking up at him. Trusting him not to drop you or hurt you and for a moment he can’t move. Isn’t sure he deserves to be entrusted with you or your trust as you lay a little hand on his servo to steady yourself.
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Was talking with one of my coworkers about minis and blind boxes earlier this- and after work yesterday, she gifted me some of her kid’s Sylvanian Families kitchen stuff and said she’d look to see if there was more. Apparently her daughter has decided the little animal dolls have ‘freaky dead stares.’ Best guess is it’s 1/18 scale? Smaller than 1/12, but it’s slightly bigger than 1/24, but it’s super cute and detailed, and I can see it being about right for a mass displaced mech in a human space- still slightly too big for the space, everything including their human being small to them, so I’m happy. The chairs that came with the table have teeny, short legs that make them useless for Blokees so I raided my Rolife stuff
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Helloo if I may ask can you do where kusuke makes a little device that removes saiki's x-ray vision and seeing that the reader is pretty?
Pls say yes AND thanks for reading my request beautiful person that i adore 😎.
:3
This was a thought that once occurred in my head; whether I can verbalize my thoughts and write them down is another can of worms.
tiny drabble, may expand on this one, tbh. Not proofread 💔 (none of my works are)
Kusuo knew opening packages from his brother was a mistake—though his mother insisted. Good grief.
He half expected some weird prototype, or even some freaky gag gift—the usual. What did he find? New glasses and antennas, which was odd. His glasses worked fine, maybe it was some sort of prank? His antennae was quite fine as well.
‘To my dear little brother,’
‘I write and deliver to you, my newest prototype! I wish you enjoy my latest findings, and thank me for them. You must use the new set together, you cannot mix and match them!’
‘Warm Regards,’
‘S.K’
Just how annoying could his brother get?
With gentle precaution, Kusuo replaced his glasses and antennas. He didn’t notice any initial difference. Maybe it was some sort of prank? Would he feel a shock? Would he realize that kusuke is monitoring him now? All questions were answered when his father entered. How strange, he wasn’t muscle and tissue…but rather his father. Kusuo’s eyes widened by a small margin.
“Ku, your friend is downstairs, they’re here to see you.”
It was you, you were the only one his mother let in without calling him down first. Perhaps his mother sent his father as a messenger. He merely nodded, he didn’t need his father pestering him with his newfound sight. With his normal, silent grace, he followed his father halfway before he deviated to be in his room.
Nothing could prepare him for the first sight of someone that wasn’t his family. You stood, in your very fleshy glory. What words could he use? He never used beautiful, handsome, striking, cute, or pretty to describe an organism…so how could he describe you? How do you attribute pretty and cute properly? Sure, he’s seen photos of people, more or less skin, with or without his consent, but they’re not physical. You there and three dimensional. How could words describe you? Skin and eyelashes. Smile lines and crinkled eye corners. Pores and color. Your picture and your personality. Is this how attraction felt? Is this how boys felt when Teruhashi walked by?
No, it couldn’t be. You were the real thing, to him you would be the only real thing.
Very light fake plastic trees mention!!!
Edit: I only realized I forgot to change the pronoun usage, flippers
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anyways guys im here you invade ur inbox again like ur writing is the prefect mix of suggestive but also loving and i luurrrvvvvv itttt
but anyways gorjeous im here for uhhhhmmmm a shidou x reader where uhhhhhh shidou finally finds someone who can match his freak like uhhhhhh reader is freaky like him but doesnt finish on the field yk cuz thats highkey crazy uhhmmmm and he js follows her like a puppy all of a sudden bc hes never met anyone thats like him like that so hes js in awe and its really cute and yeah THANK YEW PAPIII👅👅👅👅👅👅
・. ★ wassup beautiful.ᐟ (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i hope your having a good day when you read this i love writing for shidou and im glad you love my type of writing aaaa also um might as well say a little announcement before i make a official one but i'll be making a really girly hyper!fem side blog as like a thanks for when i hit 200 followers :3 (which is very close) so thank all of you ahhh and anon i love you never stop feeding me requests >.<
☆ CONTENT: general fluff, how you and shidou act towards eachother, how your the only one who match shidous freak and doesn't shun him for how he is. shidou acting like he's hurt so reader babys him at the end. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: implied fem!reader, kissing, mention of love-making at the end, shidou being head over heels for reader, shidou doing everything reader does, mentions of hot stoves, burning, blisters, and injury. if i missed any lmk. ☆ W.C. 0.7K

Shidou Ryusei is a complete, utter loverboy.
most people would appreciate that aspect, but most people don't appreciate his overly flamboyant personality or unapologetically bold look. he was too much, and it agitated uptight people. even with the obstacles of just being his natural, sparkling self, he never watered himself down for anyone, and they could choke for all he cared.
that was the cycle before he met you.
his sweetheart, his sugar–cube, his pookie, his darling, his babe–
for the lack of better terms, you matched his freak ten fold.
you never seemed freaked out by him, you never seemed weirded out by his strange or overly sexual words or jokes, even throwing in your own every now and again. you never stopped his excited rants, always batting those pretty long lashes at him, sweetly nodding along, eyes boring into his soul as an extra assurance you were paying attention, hanging off every word.
sometimes he would just call your name, and not say anything else, just lean a inch away from your face and stare. while most people would be annoyed or weirded out, you knew exactly what he was doing. you would prop your arms on whatever surface was nearest; your chin in your palms, a sweet dopey smile on your lips, staring back. eye contact was intimate to shidou, and you would never tell him, but you enjoyed picking out every speck of colour in his pink iris's.
anything you bought, he bought. any clothes you bought, he brought the same in his size. any makeup you bought, he was using. any skincare you bought, he was using. (which you actually scolded him for because they are soooo expensive so you brought him his own gift set.) even perfume, he doesn't give a shit if its 'pink bubblegum', it's your scent and he wants everything to do with you.
his teammates even noticed how he followed you around, a looming hunched figure with his hands in his pockets; almost like a lost puppy of some sort. he didn't even join his teammates when they celebrated his goal's or a goal in general, only jogging over to the stands, climbing over so he can give you a downright sloppy kiss, for the whole world to see.
he's your nirvana, and vise versa. you were the opposite of embarrassed by him–you showed him off to everyone you knew. your friends, your family, hell, it was like glorified word vomit the way you spoke about each other. your family surprisingly to him, loved him, (your younger cousins especially adored him) and his grandma was thankful her grandson had found someone like you, who never teared him down.
but he can be a little shit sometimes.
you were sat on the couch, laptop on your armchair; absorbed in your thesis essay that needed to be submitted by the next hour, and you were still roughly a thousand words short. shidou was presumably messing around in the kitchen, before you hear a loud hiss of pain, and you bolt upright, nearly tripping over your own feet. your eyes flicker to the angry–red top of the stove, immediately concluding he had burnt himself. you didn't wait any time grabbing his hand that was cradled in his chest, putting it over the sink, fumbling with the tap before cold water shot out.
the next two minutes are you rambling about how concerned you are–what if its a second degree burn? he would have to go to the hospital for sure. maybe there's burn cream in the cabinet. you remember buying it the last time you accidentally splashed scalding hot water on yourself. hopefully it doesn't blister to bad–
"–damn, you really do love me huh?" shidou's amused voice snaps you out of your mumbling trace, and you pout your glossy lips at him.
"of course i love you ryu–" you suddenly pause mid sentence. he's grinning, and you know that type of grin from a mile away–
you abruptly pulled his hand from out of the water, checking over it, palm and back, just to see no sign of injury. nothing. no redness, forming blisters, or swelling...your eye twitched. this whole time he faked being hurt because he knew you would baby him.
you shoved him away irritably as he cackled–but it was more of a attempt if anything, hands only meeting with hard muscle that wouldn't budge. so you instead settled on punching his arm. he doesn't seem fazed, his hands reaching up to squish your cheeks together like you were a naive child.
"aww that all ya got? c'mon, hit me harder doll."
that whole thing may have ended in a play fight and maybe a smidgen of love–making, but you took that as his apology for scaring you like that.
only you matched the Shidou Ryusei's freak, physically, emotionally and in spirit.
he wouldn't trade it for anything else.
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Could I get a DR STONE Stanley relationship hc. Please
stanley snyder relationship hcs!
what to expect: suggestive
your sword's note: thankyu for the request dear anon! i hate him with all my heart but gyatdamn is he pretty (iloveprettymen), this took some time im sorryy. more on my mistresslist
first thing that came to mind is that he is freaky like that, will explain later, let's start tame
if you smoke too, he suddenly becomes concerned about the health problems that smoking brings, if you don't he doesn't smoke around you or doesn't smoke as much
pda in a possessive manner, if someone looks at you he looks back at them with his "i can kill you" look
you are like home for him, something about him screams that he had an unstable family home so having you is like a peaceful hideout for him. he comes home and there is no chaos, just you with a warm smile
even if you two argue, which i feel would be often (for some reasons), you both resolve it fairly quickly
he has learned that he had not so positive behaviors when approaching disagreements and has learned properly the better ways to give his point across while also caring for your side and your feelings. took him some time, but it was worth it
im so sorry but at some point you thought he liked xeno, he would be mentioning him a little too often. idk if he did or not or how was that but lets say that it doesn't matter for the sake of this
already kinda launched this idea in another request i did but bro drives a fancy sports car and he is so proud of it
he is jealouussss, so jealous, it isn't even justified, this guy is chiseled like a greek god 💀
there are periods of time in which you don't see him due to his job, but every time he comes back he will bring you an unthinkably massive bouquet of your favorite flowers (not the ones we are like 'ooo cute' but they kinda suck), he will take you out, tell you everything about the mission, listen to everything that you tell him, and ofc after the date there is freakeeey time
his family either hates you (for some unknown reason) or loves you, regardless you don't like them because they sucked and were never there for him
will be forcing you to do double dates with xeno and his partner (if he has one). you end up becoming friends with the partner and you two lowkey plot some romance story between stanley and xeno (i would do this)
love language: physical touch. have we seen how he grabbed xeno's cheek on the manga!?!?!? my lorddd. for my anime only people, you will devour what i am mentioning once it is animated
you once yelled "at ease" while he was sleeping and he got really mad, he is also big on quality time because of his family issues. loves watching old movies and can talk about them forever
when you two met, he had nothing to write your number on so he noted it down on a cigarette. he never smoked it, still has it. if you find it he will be embarrassed
nowww, as i rub my hands like a fly, this guy is freakyyy, he looks like that. there is some sort of roleplaying in which he is a soldier and your role can vary but it comes up often
his favorite: you are two enemy soldiers and he captures you and tortures you (in the good way). there are ropes involved
dom, thats it. but he loves when you ride him, that one is for the special times
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hii there hope all is well i was curious if i could suggest a cute little fic or something of teen!dad scott’s first father’s day and/or mother’s day ? i love your teen!dad scott barringer it’s super cute



a/n: thank youuu ☺️ I love writing teen dad Scott. I'm so glad people are requesting him again!
For Father's Day, Scott's dad wanted to take a trip to Las Vegas with everyone. Your parents let you go since his parents would be the ones taking you (they just wanted you gone.. and you can imagine why.) Leo was now 1 year old. Mother's day had passed, so your first one was over, but now it was Scott's first Father's Day. It was just 2 days before Father's Day had actually come up. You all wanted to explore around the city before celebrating Scott and his father.
Waiting in the airport was fine. Leo didn't fuss much, but Scott did. He was hungry, and his back was hurting from sitting down. At least it was only an hour wait to board the plane. To pass time, he began to play with Leo. "Who's this?" Scott shows the mickey plushie to Leo. "Mick!!!" He claps with a smile. "Yeahh. Good job, weirdo." Scott smiles back.
The plane ride was also good. Leo didn't cry or make loud noises. He was calm and luckily, so was Scott. At the hotel, you and your family of 3 had your own room. It still had two beds, so you figured you could just leave the suitcases there or something since there was no use for it. "It's so hot here." Scott complains immediately. "I don't get why people actually live in Nevada. It's literally a desert." He groans and removes his shirt then quickly makes his way to turn on the AC. "You're so dramatic." You roll your eyes and set Leo on a bed.
"Aren't you hot, sport?" Scott lays on the bed with the baby and twirls his hair. The baby babbled nonsense, making Scott smile. "Me too but your mama thinks I'm crazy." He tsks and shakes his head. "One day you're gonna be just like me and walk around the house in your underwear to annoy her." He tickles Leo.
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That night (to avoid the heat) you all went down to the strip to check what they had. Many restaurants and casinos. There were also girls who were practically half naked to take photos with. "Stop staring." You nudge Scott in the chest as they walk by. "I wasnt!" He whines. He definitely was.. but so were you if you were being honest with yourself.
The night was great. Walking around and then going to dinner then walking around again.. your feet and legs ached but it was worth it. Scott's parents wanted Leo that night because they just loved the cutie so much. So guess what that led to? Scott acting like the horny 17 year old he is. The only reason you agreed to have sex with him for the first time in a year was because he actually had condoms. Wouldn't want another baby..
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Father's day finally came around, and Scott was actually excited. Another day out of the year that got to be about him! He showered before you did, so he was also ready before you. He watched you do your makeup and put on a pretty outfit after you got out. He was staring in awe. You're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. "Stretchmarks look good on you." Scott compliments. Before you had Leo, he used to think they were sort of freaky looking, but now that you have them because of Leo, he thinks they're cool.
Scott knew you were insecure about them. They were mostly faded by now, but they were still there. Often, Scott would kiss them and make you feel like they were nothing to be ashamed of. "Baby's first drawings, they say." He chuckles and kiss your lips. Leo coos from the bed and Scott goes to pick him up. "Look at you, getting cuter and cuter by the day." Scott kisses his sons face. He's never like this in public. This is a side of Scott that no one else but you and occasionally his parents got to see.
In the morning, the plan was breakfast and then hit up a few stores. Then it would be lunch and walk around again, then head back to the hotel to rest, and for dinner, well.. dinner at a new restaurant. Going to stores was your favorite part. Scott had been wanting new sun glasses, so you took him to a store that sold them. He tried on a bunch of different styles of them and you got a ton of goofy photos out of it. He ended up wanting red ones (which was odd since he doesn't like colored sunglasses) just because they had cherries and dice on the side of them. "They're so badass." He explained them as.
By the end of the day, everyone was so tired and just wanted to rest in their rooms. You, Scott, and Leo were in the bed, under the blankets, in your pj's, watching TV. Leo was between you two, playing with his toys. Scott was dozing off. So basically, you were the one watching TV. "Daddy!!" Leo giggles and crawls over to Scott. The blonde groans dramatically. "Uuughhhh. Yes Leo? What do you want now? A bottle, a hug? my soul?" He says with no bark behind it. Of course Leo didn't understand. He just stared into his dad's eyes with his mouth open.
"I love you, ugly." He traps Leo in his arms and kisses him. "Hey, don't call him that!" You look at Scott. "He is though." He really wasn't. Leo was the cutest baby ever. "Mm," You hum. "Well, I love you. Ugly." You smile at Scott and kiss him. He laughs and shakes his head. "I love you more, Beautiful."
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i saw ur post about older rockstar eddie x younger pop star girlfriend and OMG i feel like that’d be so cute! esp if it was a sabrina carpenter type reader who is extremely proud of her feminine sexuality. like eddie hearing juno and bed chem for the first time??? eddie seeing her juno positions??? omg i love
Eddie knows your lyrics very well as he has even been involved in producing some of them.
What he wasn't aware of was what you had planned for your upcoming tour.
It was the first show of your new tour, obviously he had to be there to support you.
The show was going great, you had come out in that beautiful baby pink bodysuit with matching garters, singing songs you wrote together about the two of you.
It was while you were singing Juno
“Wanna try on some freaky positions?Have you ever tried this one?”
His mouth dropped open in surprise as he saw you posing doggy style in the middle of the stage, he heard your fans going crazy, shit even he was going crazy and he had seen you in that position hundreds of times.
You were on your little month off, a month you chose to take a break from concerts and spend some time with your family and friends.
You were coming out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, the further you walked into the room the clearer your own voice was coming out of Eddie’s phone.
“Have you ever tried this one?”
“Have you ever tried this one?”
“Have you ever tried this one?”
You climbed into bed laying down next to him, your head resting on his shoulder so you could peek at his phone
“What are you doing babe?”
“Shh!, I’m trying to watch a compilation of your freaky positions”
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mature / explicit - minors dni! lycaon x reader, afab!reader, kind of a song fic, established relationship, making out, marking, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned mating press
thinking about lycaon, coming home to the apartment you share to find you singing and dancing to 'juno' as you cleaned. you always insisted on doing most of the cleaning - unconventional or not, his job was still in housekeeping. but right now, you were doing more performing than cleaning, a water bottle becoming your microphone as you pranced around the kitchen.
i hear you knocking, baby, come on up
ironically, you didn't notice when your boyfriend slipped into the apartment. moving in silence was a skill he had honed so well it had become habit - he tended to announce himself when he entered a room to avoid startling you, but this time he just couldn't help but keep quiet and watch, as improper as it probably was.
it was cute, he thought, the little show you were putting on for your imaginary audience. but as he clued into the lyrics more, he started finding it a little more than cute.
one of me is cute, but two though?
lycaon bit back an instinctive growl at the thought. he knew you were just singing along to a song, but it wasn't like this was the first time the idea of a family with you had crossed his mind. it was definitely something he wanted, at some point down the line. a little mini-you running around, maybe while you were pregnant with a second.
can't help myself, hormones are high
the main part of the equation coursing through his brain, though, was getting you pregnant in the first place. hardly a gentlemanly train of thought, but the way you were dancing now was far from innocent. pressing you into the mattress, your thighs against your chest with ankles around his neck, thrusting as deep as he could get until he spilled deep inside you, then doing it again - hell, maybe he should get started on this whole 'family' business sooner. maybe today.
wanna try out some freaky positions?
lycaon watched as you bent over the kitchen table, stretching your upper body across the wood with your ass in the air.
have you ever tried this one?
before he could even think to let you know he was in the room, he was behind you, large clawed hand on your waist and growing bulge against your crotch.
"if memory serves, i believe we have."
you squeaked in surprise before processing that it was him.
"lycaon, you're home!" you laugh lightly. he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your lips that was far too chaste for your current position, "how long were you watching?"
"mm, long enough," his mouth had wandered now, lathering your jaw and neck in soft kisses and light licks, "i apologise for not announcing myself."
"i would suggest you make it up to me," you joke, grinding yourself back against him teasingly, "but it looks like you're already planning on it."
adore me, hold me and explore me
your motion pulled a groan from him that verged on a growl. one of his hands roamed what parts of your body weren't pressed against either the table or his chest, while the other intertwined with one of yours in a distinctly adoring gesture.
mark your territory
the soft ministrations were divulging into small nips, infinitely careful with his sharp teeth to not break skin but definitely leave a mark to admire later.
tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one
growing tired of the restricted position, lycaon leant up, allowing you to turn around and perch on the table before he continued his attention to your neck. you could thread your fingers into his fur now, other hand indulgently feeling up the toned muscle of his upper back.
adore me, hold me and explore me
your legs wound around his hips, grinding against him rhythmically, biting back a moan as his stiffness caught against your clit.
i'm so fucking horny
it almost hurt him to leave the working of your hips as he dropped to his knees, tongue lathing lower skin. pushing your top up, he left marks from just below your breasts down to your waistband, but giving more attention to your stomach than usual. he was almost surprised how riled up it got him, imagining the skin bulging with his baby.
tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one
your eyes widened as your mind connected the dots, the fact that it was more than your dancing to the song and a long day at work that had gotten him in the mood. as if sensing your realisation, lycaon looked up, asking permission with his gaze.
"shit," your voice was breathy, mind racing but unable to find any downsides to the proposition, "shit, yeah. please. please put a baby in me, lycaon."
and that's all he needed to hear.
the world already has many breeding-kink related lycaon fics, but if you put a hot wolf man into the world then you get what you get wc: 801
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Dating a lizard Man//Syzoth Boyfriend Head Canons

👽: He’s so cutie patootie frfr
❌:Not Proof Read
🖇️: Syzoth x f!Reader
⚠️ :freaky lizard man, (up to your interpretation) dual penetration, cunnilingus, biting, edging, idk if I left anything out but he’s so fine isn’t he? OH, and breeding kink kinda implied? (Definitely)
SFW 💚🦎
★ Syzoth is kind and nurturing. Despite going through immense loss—he still holds that aspect of himself. He’ll often check in just to ensure you’re okay.
★ “Are you feeling alright, bug?” “Are you sure?” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hungry?” “Have you drank water today?”
★ He’s open about his grief, but only when he feels safe enough to share it. Sometimes he’ll tell you about his family with a bittersweet tone, grateful that you’re willing to listen.
★ Syzoth never wants to burden you with his immense guilt. No…But in nights when the memories are too much for him, he allows himself to lean on you. He will hold onto you tightly—as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear too. Your touch often the only thing that can ground him from his despair.
★ He isn’t interested in grand gestures or gifts. He thrives on small, intimate moments. Sharing a meal, late night walks, fire fly watching, or simply enjoying a movie in bed together.
★ He’s honestly so thoughtful, like remembering the tiniest details about you, kind of thoughtful. Your favorite flower, the way you like your tea, and even the books you’re reading. “I saw these flowers on the way back…I think they’re the ones you wanted for book marks. I don’t know, either way they made me think of you…”
★ Syzoth knows what it feels like to hide who you are, given his shape shifting ability and the stigma that comes with being Zaterran. With you, he’s completely himself and encourages you to do the same. Your little hype lizard.
★ He’s does this thing (usually when you’re alone and not particularly doing anything important.) where he’ll suddenly get really close to your face and stare at you intently. This habit (even though you’re used to it) catches you off guard from time to time.
★ “you’re doing it again…” You’ll say with a quirked brow. He leans in closer, still staring intently. “I just can’t help it, love. I can’t keep my eyes off of you…” He answers honestly, his eyes tracing every line of your face shamelessly.
★ Syzoth naturally gravitates towards warmth, which often means curling up to you when he’s feeling a bit too cold. He’ll quietly rest his head on your lap or pull you into his arms, justifying it with a cheeky comment. “What..? You’re practically a walking furnace…” he says with a sly grin “let me borrow some of this heat you horde.”
★ He loves soaking up the sunshine. And if you’re outside together, you’ll often find him lying on his back with his eyes closed, taking in the warmth with a gentle smile. It’s one of the few moments where he looks completely at peace. And you’ve learned to just let him bask while you do your own thing nearby.
★ “I don’t understand how you can just stay there like that for hours…” you tease. He smirks, not bothering to open his eyes. “It’s absolute bliss for us cold blooded creatures, bug. Absolute bliss…”
★ This man will use his forked tongue to “taste the air” gauge his surroundings, especially when he’s in his true form. It’s an instinctive behavior. But he’ll use this ability to playfully taunt you as well. Flicking his tongue in your direction—making you roll your eyes. “You smell nervous.” He quips with a smirk.
★ “I smell just fine, thank you very much.” You retort, lightly swatting at him. (for being right.)
★ He isn’t prone to outward displays of anger. But if he’s upset, he’ll let out low rumbling sounds, or even hiss. It’s a subtle but telling sign of his irritation. And it’s cute as hell.
★ If you’re the type to tease back, Syzoth will respond in kind. By playfully stalking you of course. His movements becoming deliberate and slow, almost like a predator.
★He’ll sneak up on you when you least expect it, his footsteps silent as he follows your scent, his eyes fixed on you. When he finally catches you, his touch is light but teasing, his breath fanning against your skin.
★ “Trying to run away from me?” He asks, his voice coming out in a purr. “You’re not fast enough.” he adds, moving closer. “You’re clever, but I’ve never been one to let my prey get away.”
NSFW 🦎💦
★ He doesn’t mind being a bottom if that’s what you want baby! But he’s personally more of a top. He loves whatever you love. He’s gonna make you cum regardless. “mmmh, absolutely.” “Whatever you say, love.” “Is this what you want?” “Must I really keep my hands to myself…?”
★ I’m saying he’s got two of em. Not elaborating.
★ Syzoth, with his love for warmth, is quite touchy. His hands roaming your sides up and down before sliding into your bra, toying with your nipples until they perk.
★ He likes to bite. Sometimes he’ll bite too hard, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure throughout your entire body. you pout, but he softly hushes you with a murmur, licking his lips and finally pulling away, flicking his tongue over the bite mark, soothing the pain slightly.
★ Of course, he loves to worship your body with his long, dexterous tongue, tracing every curve and contour, leaving absolutely no inch of soft skin untouched. Pinning your thighs in place, he eats you out like no tomorrow.
★ Reaching places you never knew could have feeling, your hands gripping the sheets as he looks up at you through his lashes. He moans, barely audible against your pussy. Lapping at your clit before thrusting his tongue back inside of you, just barely tickling that sweet spot to make you desperate and reeling.
★ He gets off on edging you. Until you are a sweating, crying, whimpering mess. “What’s wrong love?” He croons, feigning ignorance while using his index and middle fingers to spread you open—exposing the fleshy, slick heat to his hungry gaze, his breath teasing every nerve that makes you arch and squirm.
★ He takes his time teasing you, bringing you juuust to the brink of ecstasy before backing off, only to start all over again.
★ Syzoth loves it when you give him head. It’s double the fun. Literally. Your soft, plump lips wrapped around one of his thick, pulsing dicks as your fingers stroke and caress the other. The dual sensations of your hot, wet mouth and gentle touch drives him wild.
★ He’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, (or grip the melon you never know) guiding your head and bobbing it on his length. “That’s it, love…mmmh, perfect~” Your muffled moans vibrate around his sensitive flesh, and it only spurs on his onslaught of face fucking.
★ Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, he’ll yank you up and pin you beneath his muscular, cool form, one cock plunging deep into your slicked cunt while the other seeks whichever entrance you’ll allow.
★ “You drive me absolutely mad. I want to ruin you for anyone else…” “ssso good…sso warm…”
★ Rocking into you, desperate and needy, rutting his hips against yours as he fills you utterly, stretching you deliciously while nibbling your shoulder, both cocks fucking into you simultaneously.
★ His tongue snakes out, tracing the curve of your ear before he nips the lobe sharply. “I'm going to fill every inch of you” “Fill you until you’re dripping with my seed.” “When I’m done with you, the only thing you’ll be able to think about is the feeling of me splitting you open.”
★ He will fuck you for hours—relentlessly. Until finally he hilts inside you, twin cocks throbbing and pulsing. He grunts and shudders, picking up pace once again, pounding into you roughly while his claws dig into your hips. his thrusts become more sloppy, less coordinated.
★ “Want to see you round with my brood,” he grunts, or something similar, slamming in one last, merciless time, flooding your insides with his virile seed. He pulls out, a river of pearly white cream oozing from your well fucked hole(s) “Marked you inside and out.” he purrs, watching his semen drip out of you before falling beside you.
★ He immediately pulls you in close, cradling your head against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. But once he regains some composure, he’s the epitome of a cuddle bug. Stroking damp strands away from your face, kissing your forehead, cheeks and nose. He murmurs praise and words of affection.
👽: I LOVE HIM UGHHH. If he gave me a cup of his cum milk I’d drink it.
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the people demand caitvi <3
usual warning, after warning is NSFW, pre is SFW may contain spoilers up to act three !!
SFW
• Caitlyn tends to call Vi really sweet things like “my love, darling, my Violet” and all that jazz. She likes that Vi’s not really used to that sort of elegant tenderness from anyone but her. She likes to whisper it in Vi’s ear as she hugs her from behind.
• Vi usually sticks to “baby, babes, sweetheart” with the occasional cupcake because it’s cute. But, she does find it absolutely hilarious to call Caitlyn the most strange, out of pocket pet names ever. “Sugar tits” is a favorite of hers, considering the wide eyes and loud “Violet!” it gets her.
• Vi can cook the basics very well. She thinks any fancy techniques are a waste of time, so she just sticks with what she knows. She’s never measured out loud a day in her life. She just knows.
• Caitlyn can make really good recipes, but it’s only recipes. Put her in the kitchen without a cookbook and she’ll be very confused. She knows a few familiar recipes from her family by heart, but if you asked her to make anything she doesn’t have a recipe for either on hand or in memory, she’ll definitely try! It won’t be edible, but it’ll be… food?
• Vi snores LOUD. Caitlyn has ear plugs loud. She also sleeps like she’s dead. Head back, jaw open, laid out. Caitlyn would check her pulse if she didn’t sound like a broken boat. She also sneezes SO loud, like a dad loud.
• Vi takes injuries well, almost scarily well, but she so gets man colds. You know the type- a fever of 101 and suddenly she’s laid out on the couch, covered in tissues, in four blankets, begging Caitlyn for chicken soup. “You wouldn’t get it, I really am dying this time!”
• Caitlyn has an extremely intricate shower routine. Thousands of dollars of soaps, lotions, scrubs, masks, all that. One time Vi got a long lecture after letting Isha (WHOS TOTALLY ALIVE AND HAPPY.) make potions with them.
•Vi likes to do a lot of the physical stuff around the house. Not that she doesn’t think Caitlyn is capable- hell, she really is- but she likes to brag about it and flex her muscles when explaining that she fixed something.
now it’s freaky time
NSFW
• Vi is absolutely a boob guy. She’s not exactly subtle when staring. In fact, she’s genuinely one of the least subtle people ever. She’s a big fan of just randomly giving Caitlyn a huge from the back and coping a feel.
• Caitlyn definitely likes to use toys when she’s on top. Intricate ropes, gags, lacy blindfolds- everything’s pretty.
• Vi is the type to be just a little insulted if there’s any implication there’s stuff she couldn’t do without her hands, mouth, and a lot of dedication, but she eventually relents and tries them. Caitlyn accidentally created a monster with that, as she realized overstimulation was certainly her favorite thing when she was on top.
• Caitlyn likes to play music when she’s on top. She really likes to play a specific few songs. Vi quickly realized that Caitlyn— definitely not intentionally— had accidentally gotten her to get randomly turned on when hearing the songs. Caitlyn didn’t go into it with the idea to do that, but she found it really funny once she realized what it did. “It’s not mean, Violet. It’s payback for the time you called me sugar tits in front of my coworkers!”
• I see a lot of people say that Caitlyn would get back in her intimidating dress up when she’s on top, but I raise you— Caitlyn has always listened to authority. It made sense; she was practically born to follow the rules. She has a bit of a complex about making people proud of her. So— Vi putting on something similar to the whole intimidating outfit. Caitlyn never imagined she’d be very into being bossed around, and Vi never realized she liked it either, but the first time Caitlyn ended up on her knees, addressing her like some authority figure (I know Ma’am makes sense gender wise, but just tell me Vi wouldn’t like being called sir.) while Vi was still in the whole dark outfit? It’s a thing with them now.
• On a similar note, Caitlyn tends to listen whenever she hears certain cues. Heavy boots entering a room, a snapped finger, all that. It’s a lingering annoyance from her time working under certain people. When Vi realized this, she tested it out- and realized she could accidentally get Caitlyn’s full attention with just a little sound. She (with consent) loves to use this against her.
• Caitlyn has a bit of a habit of reading filthy books. She enjoys them— although she claims, for her own ego, it’s for the plot. Vi likes to sneak a look at whatever smut Caitlyn’s been reading and take tips from it to see if Caitlyn will react. Caitlyn noticed, and now whenever she finds a really good smut book, she’ll “accidentally” leave it open to a page she likes. (Only where Vi could find it, of course. The idea of anyone else knowing anything about her sex life is terrifying to her.)
#arcane#arcane headcanon#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn x vi#caitvi#vi and caitlyn#vi arcane#vi x caitlyn#nsft.
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