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(No but why does Ody look so sad 😭)
This makes me want to draw Seidon in a dino suit....
Obsessed with Buggos drawing rn!
odysseus in a pathetic Dino suit LOL
bro is the monster, rawr rawr rawr.. 💔
AMAGUJI
I tried to draw them in original style cuz i love how they look, it's just .....mwah
Don’t know what I’m doing here, but fuck it.
If I’m going to enjoy fandom stuff, I might as well do fandom stuff. \(-~-)/
Boom
~My shitty art~
It is 😔
Dam curly those pretty bright blue eyes are gonna blind us all 😔🧎♂️
Oh dear, surely my eyes aren't actually bioluminescent?
Y'all
I'm becoming a mindless quote generator
I literally said "it's either this or I T-pose on your dead body" in regards to having a very firm handshake
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repressed emos on october 31st, 2019:
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! I love it!!!!!!!!
^^^^^^ How Space-Dio might looks like grown up hahas ^^^^^^^^^^^
*Just a very rough idea of what Coswave's sparkling will be and also me asking "what am I doing"*
(my English isn't that good 😅😅)
Space-Dio
•He rarely talks, always stay quiet and unnoticeable
• He always sneak around the Sanctuary Station (He knows every path of the place very well *including the vent path*)
• He hates to see his Creator (a.k.a Cosmos) gets insulted or given a cold shoulder by everyone
• He will find a way to blackmail whoever bullied Cosmos by recording their dirties secret/embarrassment moments
• He likes calm and relaxing music
• He don't need friends, prefer to be alone (even though he always tells everyone he prefer alone, deep down he felt very lonely like a lone wolf)
• it is annoying to him that Soundwave's underlings always follows him around like guards (always find a way to shake them off)
• He thinks he is flawless (tho secretly, Cosmos knows the flaw he has)
• He hate his sire (a.k.a Soundwave) for leaving Cosmos alone to handle sanctuary station
• He is a tsundere towards his Creator
• whenever Soundwave finally come back, he will starts to plot a plan to chase him out.("Only I can be with my Creator" *Lol*)
• He is really good at hiding (sadly Soundwave is able to find him in a short timing)
• Always end up causing Cosmos more troubles
• It annoys him that Creator always keeps all the bad moment to himself and never tell Soundwave about it
• He pranks on everyone including his own Creator (but the prank towards his Creator is not as worst as others)
whoops ignore me unfollowing and refollowing on AF I misclicked kdhdkdh
anyway while I'm here I ADORE YOUR ART STYLE HAVE I SAID THIS BEFORE IDK BUT IT'S SO PRETTY
dw, i didn't notice misclick lol
Also, AHHH- TYSM, I love your art so much, too, so this means a lot! HBFFSDVHNJHGWSTJ:DD
Ahhh he slays so bad
Winterrr
this was such a struggle, i am not an icewing visionary,, but here he is. he has twin braids around his face and eyeliner bc he's a pretty little princess and super annoying.
tommorrow is peril!!
HIT EM LIKE THIS!
Bonus doodle too
I have gone through things beyond your understanding (tiktok getting banned)
Don't mess with a teenage girl and her emotional support skull
I know the skull was scorched after the explosion but I forgot ijbol
could the richest boy in the world be punk? well now he can!
New Glitch twitter post
I fuckin love this
Shoutouts to Micah Preciado, this shit rocks
alfred f. jones holding back the american urge to put ivan braginsky in the infamous black turtleneck + gold chain combo for his own selfish reasons
#Repost @/freddie3000luv on Instagram:
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Unseend photo of Freddie in the dressing room on the set of the promotional video for I’m Going Slightly Mad at Limehouse Studios, London 1991.
I’m so im love with your art style! Can’t stop staring on it, just can’t.
If I haven't loved Crowley yet, I would fall for him right here and right now.
Finally fricking finishing this painting was not intentionally coordinated with recent ~events~ but I will absolutely take it. You can read a little more about my long journey with this painting in the last post. I'm just....really really happy with it. Happy to have worked on it, and happy it's done. Still thinking about a title. ✨PRINTS✨ I'll be doing a Shop Update this Saturday, July 3rd, with: - Open Edition prints - Limited Edition prints, hand-embellished with gold watercolor (details soon) Love you all (and....goes without saying. S2 👏🙌🤩)
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tbh I want miguel to spit in my mouth while having me in a breeding press😵💫😵💫😵💫
feeling very whore-ish at the moment
did we ever get a follow up on that night with bob? the 7th date one where he ate us out twice? pls my brain is short circuiting i need to know if we get to fuck him💔
Not only did we fuck him, we also learned another surprising thing about Bob: he has a raging size kink. Aka Full of Surprises Part 2: Electric Bugaloo
Warning: fem reader, language, unprotected sex, Bob has a huge dick, Bob is also a sweet precious bean, size kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, slight dacryphilia (depends on how you look at it) just wrote 3.8K of porn, don't look at me
Being with Bob Floyd was the closest thing to euphoria.
When you were with him, you felt at ease and as light as a feather.
All he had to do was look at you with that sweet lopsided grin and joy would pulse through your veins.
It was why you didn’t mind pausing as you two both recovered from your previous activities and just laid in bed, kissing one another before continuing.
“I love kissing you,” Bob whispered before pressing another kiss to your cheek, then the tip of your nose before moving down to your lips.
A giggle escaped as you weaved your hands into his hair, fingers gently grasping at the now soft, ungelled curls, “Could have been doing it a lot sooner."
"I know," Bob groaned, shaking his head, "I wanted to, like really bad. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
Of course he didn’t. Even after making you fall apart on his mouth twice, make sure you were at ease was still at the forefront of Bob’s mind.
"Well," your fingers traced the soft skin of his broad shoulders, "I think it's safe to say we are now very comfortable with each other."
He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips. How was this man real? More importantly, how was he in your bed?
That was something to figure out later. Right now, you were too busy soaking in the sensation of his body on top of yours, lips attached to your neck, and what just brushed against your thigh?
Your hunch was confirmed when he rolled his hips against yours again.
It shouldn't have been a surprise. Out of all the things you learned tonight about Bob, this one shouldn't have come as a shock.
He wasn't short, far from it. You barely came up to his chin. When he cupped your face, his thumbs would rest comfortably along your jawline while the rest of his hands covered your whole neck. He was able to lift you up like it was nothing, for crying out loud.
So out of all the things you learned about Robert Floyd tonight, the fact he was well-endowed shouldn't be a surprise.
And yet, here you were, mouth open and eyes wide as saucers when you saw just the tip of his cock peeking out from his boxers, resting against one of his pale thighs.
That was just the tip?
Was it even going to fit?
"You okay?" His voice was full of concern. His cerulean eyes never left your face.
"I um….y-you're big." You mentally kicked yourself as soon as the words came out of your mouth.
A hand flew up to the back of his neck, rubbing the warm skin, "Uh yeah I…that's why I wanted to get you used to my fingers. We um, we don't have to-"
"No! I mean, that was a 'no' to the idea of us not doing something. Sorry it's," you sighed, bringing a pillow to cover your face, "it's been a while and I've forgotten what's proper etiquette but I know exclaiming that you have a big dick isn't it."
Bob couldn't help but chuckle, though there was no malicious intent behind it. Usually he was the one rambling and getting flustered. As nice as it was that the tables had turned for once, he didn't like that you were hiding.
"Don't hide that beautiful face from me, darlin'," it wasn't meant to be a command. But the way his voice was low and raspy made your thighs clench.
He gently pulled the pillow away, revealing your flustered face. There wasn’t any hint of ego on his face (despite having a very big reason to). Instead his face was sweet, a soft smile adorning his handsome face.
"I'm sorry," you blurted out.
Bob shrugged, "For what? I mean, it's kinda….well, hard to miss. Can't exactly hide it, y'know."
You giggled, instantly feeling more relaxed, "Do you normally talk about your dick size in bed or should I feel very special?"
"You should feel special," Bob's hands cupped the sides of your face, bringing your lips to his for a brief moment, "because you're absolutely incredible."
His lips trailed away from yours, moving down to your neck, past your collarbone, until they reached your chest. Your back arched as his mouth took one of your nipples, his teeth gently grazing against the sensitive skin.
"R-Robby," you gasped when his fingers traced your entrance.
The way you moaned his name was addicting. Bob had to stop his hips from rolling against the bed, knowing now just how easily he could come from watching you fall apart on his fingers.
Instead, he watches, memorized by how your cunt stretches to accommodate his thick fingers. His cock twitched at the thought of how it would feel, desperate to have a turn.
He knows you like him, and he's ninety-five percent positive you're the one for him. Which is why he doesn't want to rush things.
A groan escapes your lips, your hips buckling up to meet his fingers, despite shaking your head, "I'm-I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."
Bob chuckled, leaning over so that his face was mere inches away from yours, fallen dark blonde locks tickling your forehead.
"Ya say that like it's a bad thing, darlin'." Prior to tonight, you had never seen that smirk on his face. It was the closest to cocky that Bob had been and you really shouldn't find it fucking hot but here you were.
"W-wanna come on your cock," you whined. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his fingers, you loved them inside of you. But now that you knew, you were desperate to know how his cock felt.
His blue eyes widened as his hand stilled its movements. Bob opened his mouth as if to speak, and then promptly closed it, your words replaying over and over in his brain.
Fuck.
Once his brain came back online after short-circuiting, Bob found himself quickly removing his boxers, tossing the undergarment somewhere on the floor of your bedroom. He could pick it up afterwards.
A joke about being eager was on the tip of your tongue. Though it died as soon as Bob wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and placing you on his lap.
For someone lean and lanky, he was deceptively strong.
Any and all thoughts left your brain when his cock slid through your slicked folds. Bob couldn't help but smirk; the person who sought him out, who asked him out, now a moaning mess from just feeling his cock against you. If he had more stamina, he would continue; brush his hardened cock against your clit, drawing out high-strung moans until you made a mess with your own cum.
Another time.
It felt exhilarating, knowing there would be more times in the future. You didn't even flinch when he laid you back down on the bed, a pillow now flushed against your hips. You raised an eyebrow, confused by the action.
“It um…it helps with….y’know.”
Bob was going to do this right.
"Please tell me you have lube." It took a few seconds to process his words, as you were too busy registering the fact he was able to manhandle your body without a second thought.
"Why would we-"
"We're gonna need it. Makes it easier." The fact he said it with zero doubt, because he knew it was true and he wanted you comfortable, made your head spin. You were used to guys either treating you like a rag doll or as if you were made out of glass.
But Bob Floyd treated you like you were made of starlight. One that was capable of thoughts, one that deserved having things explained, not to downplay your intelligence, but because you deserve to know.
It was subtle and the worst part was that he probably didn't think anything of it. To Bob, this was how he would treat anyone he cared about.
But to you, it meant everything. So much that it made your heart swell.
Meanwhile, Bob was frozen because while he definitely heard you say that you had lube in the top drawer of your dresser, his mind was on another thing that happened to be in his wallet, which was now somewhere on your bedroom floor.
"I uh-I have a condom in my wallet. Not that I usually carry one around. I mean, obviously I do but like, I didn’t like, actively go out, buy one, and put it in my wallet. One of my buddies gave it to me as a joke and I figured y'know, it's good to have in case I or anyone else needs it. Not that I expect to, you know, it's just it's good to always be prepared just uh just in case. I was a boy scout and they always emphasize that part, being prepared. They didn’t relate it to having sex safely, the context for them was more about carrying a first aid kit and I really should stop talking about that and check if the condom hasn’t expired-"
"God, you're so fucking cute," you sat up, hands reaching out to grab his broad shoulders, crashing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss.
"T-thanks," Bob mumbled, glad you found his rambling endearing, as well as that you cut him off before he began talking about his Eagle Scout project.
"I have an IUD. I also wasn't planning on being with anyone besides you." Bob's eyes widened, but instead of regret or fear (the emotions you were used to receiving), there was joy?
"R-really? Because I feel the exact same way but didn't want to assume anything or-"
"Have I not made it obvious that I'm crazy about ya Robby?"
A rosy tint dusted his cheeks as he looked down, "Didn't want to assume."
"Well, you don't have to assume," you reached out, intertwining your fingers with his, "I like you a lot. So quit assuming I don't."
“So it….wouldn’t be wrong of me to assume that like, we’re going steady? Like officially-”
“I want you to be my boyfriend, if that’s what you’re asking Robby.” You could feel the smile he had as he kissed you
He gently squeezed your hands, smiling at the reassurance, "Can I make love to you?"
"I'd love nothing more, Robby."
Love.
It's like music to his eyes, hearing the word come out of your mouth.
He knows it's too soon, and in the back of his mind, he's yelling to himself why did you pick that word don't scare her. But with that sweet smile of yours, it's easy to drown out that nagging voice, and instead focus on the fact he's definitely falling in love with you.
"Um, where did you say the lube was? Got distracted by that smile of yours." Heat rushes to your face from his words, and you nearly forget to give him an answer.
With a quickness you had never seen from him, Bob located and applied the lube. Yes it was rude to stare, but it was hard not to look at his dick when it was that noticeable.
A large hand gently cupped half of your face, "You'll tell me if it's too much, right?"
"Course," you mumbled against his lips, your hips brushing against his.
The chuckle he let out made your heart flutter, "I know darlin', I'm excited too. Don't wanna hurt ya."
You could never hurt me Robby was on the tip of your tongue. But it died upon feeling the head of his cock enter you. The stretch was a delicious pain that made you throw your head back. Your hands dug into his back, leaving half-crescents along his skin.
Bob's head dropped down to your chest, his mouth taking in one of your hardened nipples. It was a tried and true method; distract you from the initial pain with something more pleasurable. His eyes never left your face, on the lookout for any sign of discomfort.
The grip you had on him relaxed, your back arching as his teeth gently tugged on the hardened bud.
"Robby." His name came out in the form of a strangled whine, your cunt still adjusting to the sheer size of him.
"You okay baby?" He asked before switching to your other breast.
"Y-yeah. You c-can move now, n-now that it's all-"
"Darlin', I'm only halfway in ya."
Fuck.
"Wait, what?" How quick your voice changed from desperate to shock was near comical.
Bob tried to stifle his laugh, instead just shrugging, "I….I told ya it was a lot."
"I didn't realize, I mean, I know you said it was big, but I didn't realize it meant-" Jesus Christ.
"I get it, I know plenty of guys who have said they had nine inches when they really meant five."
The comment was so unexpected from Bob, you couldn't help but laugh. He joined you, feeling at ease despite that he was halfway inside of you and you felt fucking incredible.
He peppered your face with light kisses as he slowly inched more of himself into you. As the moments passed, your body began to get used to him.
"Gonna start movin' now, 'kay?" You nodded eagerly, your fingers gripping the ends of his dark blonde hair.
"Fuck, Robby!"
"D-darlin."
He felt incredible, making you feel a fullness that had your back arching. Had that ever happened before? You thought that was just some made up shit you read in-
All thoughts left your head when the head of his cock brushed against your sensitive walls. Without even thinking about it, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist.
Bob was trying to think of everything under the sun that would keep himself from coming before you did, which normally wasn't a struggle.
But you? You felt incredible.
Every sound that escaped your lips was enchanting. If you were a siren, he was diving head first to answer your call. It was mesmerizing watching you react to taking all of him; your lips slightly parted, your fingers grasping at the sheets as his thrusts increased in intensity. Your thighs trembled as he bottomed out once more, eyes widening as you process that he's finally completely inside of you and holy shit.
Bob wasn't sure what he had done to deserve an angel like you, but he was fucking grateful for it.
"R-Robby," your voice reduced to nothing but strangled whines, "S'big."
"Fuck, you were made f'me," Bob's voice was low and strained against your ear. His words, combined with the desperate panting that fell from his lips with every thrust, made the coil in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap at any moment.
The only thing you could muster that resembled speech were longing whines. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, to be stretched by him, to have his cock brush against that sensitive spot that sent you tumbling closer to the edge. That no one had ever felt this good, had been this good to you.
But that would require the ability to form coherent thoughts.
"Ya gettin' close baby?" His drawl was thicker. Prior to Bob, you didn't think of Midwestern accents as hot. But his voice was addicting.
You simply nodded, head now buried in the crook of his neck.
"Don't worry, I got ya." He brought two fingers up to his mouth, coating them with his tongue.
The sight had you whining. Call it being greedy, but you wanted all of him.
"Ya wanna help?" You nodded your head, lips parting to allow his fingers into your mouth.
"Such a sweet girl," He practically cooed, watching as you took the two digits up to his knuckle.
The grunt he let out upon feeling your throat tightened as you gagged on his fingers was downright animalistic. It didn't help that Bob could feel how much it turned you on, your cunt clenching around his cock at the sound.
His fingers left your mouth to trail down to where your bodies met and began drawing right circles on your clit.
At this point, you were ninety percent certain that you were shouting Bob's name. It was hard to tell, between the bed creaking with every thrust, the downright sinful grunts Bob let out everytime he felt your walls tighten, getting closer and closer to the edge. All this, plus the sound of skin slapping against skin? Who could think about noise complaints?
Your neighbors could get fucked.
His lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, teeth all but clashing against yours as his tongue became familiar with your mouth.
"W-wanna ride you," you mumbled against his shoulder, hips buckling against his.
Bob simply shook his head, despite how tempting your offer was, "Gotta get ya used to me, darlin'. Next time, 'kay?"
Next time. Next time. You knew it would be at least a couple of days until next time, that you (and your cunt) would need time to rest and recover and you already knew that in itself was going to be torture because fuck, no one had ever made you feel this good before.
But you couldn't wait for the next time.
"C'mon darlin'. Wanna see if ya feel just as good comin' on my cock as ya do on my fingers. Think ya can do that f'me?"
Maybe you nodded. Perhaps you even gave Bob a verbal response. You weren't sure, as your brain had gone fuzzy while white hot pleasure overtook your body.
Bob was surprised he could still thrust in and out of your cunt, considering how tightly it was clenching his cock as you came. The sight of your head thrown back, eyes closed, as the rest of your body withered in pleasure was enough for him.
Your eyes opened upon hearing the most beautiful sound; a deep, guttural moan as Bob's hips stuttered before coming inside of you.
There had to be other ways to get him to make those sinfully sweet noises.
For the next few minutes, the only sounds in your room was your overhead fan and heavy panting as you and Bob attempted to catch your breath.
Fuck, he came a lot.
"Was that, um, was that-"
"That was fucking incredible." Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, "Could go for another round if I'm being honest."
Bob groaned in frustration, "I wanna be able to fuck you within the next few days, not weeks."
You whined in response as he began to shift his body, the grip your legs had around his waist tightening.
"Darlin', I don't wanna hurt ya," he knew you would be sore, even if you didn't feel it yet. Bob knew you would tomorrow, hell probably even later tonight.
"No! Robby, please. N-need you. Need you s'bad." The idea of being empty, of being without him was awful.
He didn't want to hurt you.
But he could help wash your sheets.
"Think you can come f'me one more time?" His voice was raspy as he pulled out. Confusion melted away into pleasure when you felt his cock drag through your soaked folds.
He was thick and still hard, which baffled you. You were used to 'one and done'. You were used to men rolling over and falling asleep after they fucked you, not even bothering to check if you actually came.
"You looked s'good, takin' all of me," He cooed. The praise made your head spin.
Your hips jerk upwards, trying to catch him, but Bob sees right through it. His large hands are able to hold you down and you're honestly not sure if that was better or worse.
"I told ya darlin', don't wanna hurt ya. Need to take a break," His gruff voice was stern.
You gasped when the head of his cock dragged against your clit. Bob could already recognize the tall tale signs that you're close; your back arching, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, your whines increasing in pitch.
He zeroed in on the swollen bundle of nerves, eliciting a near scream from you as you began to come undone on his cock.
Bob couldn't help it, he tried not to curse that often. But the sight of you soaking his dick with your come caused his brain to go blank.
What was definitely a scream came out from your lips when you felt his cock slip back inside your cunt. Your hands reached up, tugging at his hair, earning a near-growl from Bob.
“I can’t get enough of ya. Feel s’fucking good,” each word was punctured by a thrust, “Look so pretty like this.”
As your lips parted, three fingers slid into your mouth. The sudden lack of oxygen, the sensation of his calloused fingers against your tongue, had you nearly gagging on the thick digits.
Tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. In the back of your mind, this should be painful. Maybe you should tell Bob to stop, he would listen after all.
But god it felt so damn good. You felt high off the immense pleasure you were experiencing, the big wave brought on by your previous orgasm having melded into small waves of pleasure. Small moans dribbled past his fingers, your hips weakly trying to meet his.
In the back of his mind, Bob knew he should pause, should stop and ask if you wanted to still continue. But he also knew how much you enjoyed it, despite the tears.
But that didn’t stop him from dipping his head down to your face, soft lips kissing away the tears.
“Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He directed. How did he know that? They certainly didn’t teach that in Eagle Scouts. Or maybe they did during the swimming badge?
His cock brushed against that one spot you swore folks were making up and your mind went blank. Amidst the deep haze, his fingers leave your mouth, hooking themselves under your chin, forcing you to look upwards so he could kiss you again.
God, did he love kissing you.
More than the fact you made him come now three times in one night. More than the fact you were currently soaking his cock, back careening off the bed as you continued to come.
"Oh, R-Robby."
But that nickname, that made his heart swell, that made him feel truly at ease, made him feel like himself -not Robert or Bob- when you called him that?
That was a close second.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his torso, your head resting on his broad shoulder as you began to recover from tonight's excursions.
"Stay for a little bit. Like being full of you, Robby."
Fuck, he needed to buy a ring tomorrow.
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IM LITERALLY GOING SO FERAL OVER THEM WTF I NEED THIS ASAP
taking nsfw polaroids with the dagger squad
Warnings: afab!reader implied, mentions of female body parts, mentions of sex/sexy times. the race & body type of the reader is not implied & is meant to be open to interpretation! as a plus-sized woman myself, I tried to imagine myself in the reader's position, so I did my best to keep the verbiage in regards to that as neutral as possible. there's swearing, possessiveness, spit kink, borderline almost choking?, real nasty stuff. any of the links that are included to show pictures WILL be genuinely nsfw, so please proceed with caution. let me know if I missed anything!
word count: 1828 words of deliciously sinful content
A/N: no minors or ageless blogs allowed! I will not hesitate to block you. this is so incredibly self-indulgent & I will make absolutely no apologies about it lmao. please be kind as this is one of the first things I've written since like 2016 and one of the first spicy/smut-adjacent things I've ever written. has this idea been done before? it's entirely possible. but that's the great thing about this chaotic internet space, we all have our own interpretations of things. also at this time I will not be taking requests as this is just something random that I decided to share. maybe in the future I might, but for now, only when inspiration strikes. you are more than welcome to stop by my inbox to share whatever you want though! I will be writing accompanying blurbs to some (maybe all??) of these hcs for the "favorite shots" and those will come when they come 😏 (pun not completely intended, but welcomed nonetheless) here is the accompanying inspo moodboard for these!
so with that being said, enjoy you filthy animals & let me know what you think!
be kind & be well 💗
Javy/Coyote
let's be real, Javy is the most fun and playful when it comes to this
when you first suggest it to him he's like "oh shit baby, for real?"
will 100% drive around town to stock up on polaroid film because he is so stoked y'all are doing this
and you can't help but giggle at how he's almost literally vibrating in line at Best Buy
"babydoll it's on my sexy bucket list!" "Javy shhh there's children here" "if I'm quiet, can we do this as soon as we get home pleaaaaase"
it's hard to say no to him, so you playfully roll your eyes and say yes
he has a specific pose in mind for you, so once you're done with the last stop for film, he swings by the makeup store to grab something & has you stay in the car
he's spent enough time shopping with you & his cousins & mom to know exactly where to go, so he's in and out within 10 minutes
it's a tube of dark cherry red lipstick and you just look at him and it clicks
his ultimate favorite polaroid of you isn't even one of you bare ass naked (although those are pretty good contenders)
nah it's the one of you suggestively licking a lollipop, that dark cherry red lipstick on, pushing your lace-covered tits up in your face, leaning towards the camera and making eye contact
he can never truly look at the jar of lollipops Penny keeps next to the register at The Hard Deck, the same way ever again without getting hard
jokes on Javy, he essentially Pavlov'ed himself
definitely into pin-up girl poses as well, but a lot less clothing
the man loves a good prop (they are teammates, not the enemy. take that as you will 😏)
Jake/Hangman
he gets so fucking smug when you bring it up one night while you're laying in bed
"Oh you're going to miss this cock so much, you want a picture to remind you of how full and wrecked it makes you feel, don't ya sweetheart" "Shut up Jake, you know you'll miss this pussy just as much when I'm not around. So wet and oh god, oh so needy for you" fake moaning to really sell the silliness of it all
he has so many of you in different poses, but his absolute favorite? definitely the one of you sitting in his big leather office chair, legs spread and hanging over the sides, heels on (but out of frame), that big ole engagement ring on your finger that he gave you a few short weeks ago, that same hand is sliding towards your center, gently crazing your clit and your other hand squeezing your breast
this man is possessive, so seeing you, his fiancée touching his pussy? he's done for. that picture has gotten some serious mileage on nights apart & he always calls you when he can and you just know what's about to happen phone sex duh
I think the entire fandom has made it well known that Jake is a Navy man, born and bred, so you know he's got to have a military-inspired shot
something a little bit like this (with you saluting & wearing his dog tags) that he begs you to keep at his desk, but you don't want to run the risk of his nieces or nephews seeing your bare tits when they come to visit
so you compromise and let him keep it at his bedside table
Mickey/Fanboy
He's so much like Javy in the sense that he is absolutely buzzing with excitement over this
You both have shared a fair amount of nudes with each other (carefully of course) and so now having a physical copy? Mickey almost cums in his pants at the thought
Now he is not a particularly handsy guy outside of the bedroom. He likes holding your hand and will slide a sly hand in your back pocket every once in a while
In the bedroom though?
His hands are alllllll over you
I'm talking like, caressing your thighs as he goes to tease a finger at your entrance, squeezing your boobs & tweaking your nipples to hear you whine and moan, gripping your hips so hard as he's thrusting into you
so that means his favorite polaroids are ones with his hands in them
He's hitting it from behind? his hands are grabbing a handful of of your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a good shot of his cock deep inside you
He'll have his hand around your throat, a thumb in your gasping mouth
very much likes it when you return the favor and have your hand around his throat, knowing he's at your mercy
or even one with your hand wrapped around his cock, pressing it up against his toned abs, precum leaking from the tip
Bradley/Rooster
As cliché as it is, you know this man is driven wild at the thought of you wearing any one of his Hawaiian/Tropical shirts
regardless of if the Navy stopped issuing dog tags or not, he finds a way to have a set just like his dad's with his own info on them
which leads us to the fun stuff
Rooster's favorite shot is one of you on your knees, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and the dog tag replicas
he has you keep your hands to yourself, mouth open and waiting, while he jerks off and cums on your face
breathless, he snaps the first picture, but then takes his thumb, swirling his cum over your lips and into your mouth
he thinks he might cum again right then & there
very much likes the idea of a beer poster adjacent polaroid as well
finds a way to get you, with your legs spread sitting on the open tailgate of the Bronco, yet again wearing nothing but that shirt and those damn dog tags
basically likes to see you wet & messy in his clothes
will tuck his polaroids away in a corner of his own little home shop, far away from prying eyes
he learned the hard way when Jake came over to help work on something and he found a polaroid of you, ass up, lacy thong in view, hidden in his tool box
that is something they never speak of, but when Jake's partner sends a bottle of wine & flowers, Rooster knows what happened and leaves it at that
Reuben/Payback
with Reuben, I feel like he's not super into it like the rest of the squad, but he's not, not into ya know?
why have a picture when he can have the real thing
but when he can't, he will 100000% indulge
maybe for your birthday or an anniversary, or whatever thing it is your celebrating, he will do whatever to make you happy
he likes more of the "classy"/artistic shots, but that doesn't mean that they're not sexy as hell
BIG fan of when you wear his dress shirts as you're getting ready for an event or a night out especially if you haven't put on your lingerie yet
you'll be a big tease and bend over and wiggle your ass at him
"take a picture it'll last longer" "don't mind if I do, hold that pose for me"
definitely plays with shadows a lot
really likes when your silhouette shows off your nipples
you'll be laying in bed, still naked from the night before, your hair is a mess
but Reuben thinks you're the most stunning being to set foot on this earth
so when he sees you stirring from a deep sleep, he grabs the polaroid camera from the bedside table, and pulls the sheets off your chest, nipples perking up at the cold as you let out a whimper (another favorite of his)
Natasha/Phoenix
she's truly something else
when you're one of the only women in a male-dominated field, you get real fucking tough & are immediately a bad ass no matter what
and I think that translates into almost all aspects of her life, but she doesn't let it change her too much as a person ya know?
in the bedroom though? oooof
now this may be controversial, but she was the first person out of the entire squad I thought of, when it came to mind, but bear with me here
she spits on your face and/or in your mouth
don't ask me why or how, she just does and my god you both get off on it
maybe it's a dominance thing or marking you as hers but it's hot
the first time she takes a polaroid after spitting in your mouth, she has you stick your tongue out, let your now mixed saliva drip off your tongue
you looked so dumb and fucked out and blissful and she LOVES it
she's a BIG fan of marking you
whether it's leaving lipstick marks all over your chest or hickeys instead
but spit on your face AND hickeys all over your chest? double-fucking whammy you're both going another couple rounds after those pictures finish developing
her stash of polaroids are tucked in her pocket because who the fuck would dare to go snooping in Nat's stuff??? (not Jake because he knows now to ask for a pen, instead of looking for it)
may have a few shots of you using toys on each other but that's a story for a different day
Bob
Oh darling Bob, Bobby, Robby, Bobert
now he's the wild card of the entire sqaud in my opinion & I feel like he could go either way
I could see him being very meek and nervous about taking nudes of you
like even though they're physical copies & there's no chance of them ending up on the internet, he doesn't want to take advantage of you, ya know? (We stan an absolutely respectful King)
But then...
I truly could see him being the raunchiest fucker out of 'em all
I'm talking like shots of his cock in your mouth, drool dribbling out the sides, your mascara running down your cheeks
There's some of him eating you out, glasses askew & fogging up, eyes blown wide and black, staring you down while he is doing his damn best to get you to cum so hard you forget everything but the feel of his mouth on your cunt
maybe one day he's on leave long enough to grow just the right amount of stubble
so after date night & he's just eaten you out within an inch of your life, he takes a polaroid of your dripping cunt, a mixture of your cum staining the sheets, your thighs red and raw from the baby beard he's growing
but because Bob is Bob, he takes such good care of you afterwards though and is constantly checking in, making sure you were okay with all the pictures he took
we are Team Bob Fucks here at mxgyver dot tumblr dot com thank you very much
tagging some tgm pals that might be interested!: @rae-gar-targaryen, @withahappyrefrain, @rhettabbotts, @theharddeck, @bioodforbiood, @ellariasand, @fidogo, @hangmanbrainrot, @fanboygarcia
a/n #2: woooow y'all that was... something. if you've made it this far, thank you for reading & thank you for indulging in this! I was very nervous to post this, but we're going into 2023 with the mindset of don't think, just do!
Words Beneath Your Skin
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
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Summary: You don’t remember physical intimacy that much. You can’t miss something you can’t recall the last time you had. Except Wanda Maximoff turns out to be a touchy person.
Warnings: me hurting ur feelings cuz when's the last time someone hugged you like this? hm. Also unbeta’d lmao.
Notes: I haven't had someone hug in me in so long I'm pretty sure I would burst into tears.
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You never really noticed it. You've lived so long without it, it's never really occurred to you.
That's how things slip under the radar, after all. You live for so long without something, you end up never thinking about it.
You can't remember the last time someone has held you for longer than a second. You get quick hugs here and there from your friends and your family and kisses on the cheek in passing greetings and farewells.
But shit.
When was the last time you actually physically had someone hold you or hold them?
You weren't even aware of it until you got to know Wanda more. A strange superhero who visited the library for hours on end in a bean chair, watching shows on her laptop.
Nothing had ever really happened—you never wanted to intrude in her space, and she definitely looked like she didn't want anyone to interrupt her.
As you stacked books, you thought about what would bring someone like her to the library so often. It would be much more comfortable to watch shows in the comfort of your own home, wouldn't it?
But you see the things in the news, the things people write about her online, and you think—maybe Wanda Maximoff doesn't feel like she really has a home anywhere because her real home was blown up in the sky.
Maybe people like Wanda Maximoff also need an escape and somewhere quiet to be left alone.
You try to be respectful of that. You never hover or gawk at her. You politely let her know when the library is closing and never linger. If Wanda appreciated any of that, you'd never know as she never said anything or looked at you.
That's fine; you've never been one to stand out anyway.
Until you do. At least to her.
On a sunny day, the paparazzi catches wind of her in the library and huddle around the windows to snap pictures inside. Wanda looks like her world has collapsed once more. People grumble like it's Wanda's fault they can't get any peace and quiet in there—like she's the reason the sun was being blocked from shining inside.
Ridiculous; honestly, you think.
You close the blinds to the library as if it's a very common thing to do during the busiest hour of the day. You ask Wanda to pack up her things, and she does without giving you a fuss but looking somewhat forlorn.
It isn't until you lead her into the staff room with a sofa, a small kitchen to the side, and windows with mosaic glass films covering it. It still allows the light to come in but offers the privacy Wanda just lost.
It's then that Wanda realized you weren't kicking her out and banning her from the library.
"You'll have to stick it out here for a bit. I'm sure the paparazzi will get bored at some point," you shrug. "No one really comes in here except me. The other staff pop in for coffee but everyone else likes to eat at that cafe across the street."
Wanda looks around, her leg and fingers suddenly feeling jittery.
"Thank you," she finally tells you sincerely. "You didn't have to...I'm sure your other customers are upset you closed the blinds."
You roll your eyes. "I'm sure they'll survive a couple hours without the natural light." You stand up and get ready to go back outside. "Vitamin D is overrated anyway."
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Something friendly brews between the simple civilian and the superhero. She says she doesn't really see herself as a superhero, though. Superheroes probably haven't killed many people before, even if inadvertently.
Wanda says she's her...just with a little more.
Honestly, you don't really care. You're well aware you don't belong in her world—the world of chaos, training, and preparing for the next time Earth might be threatened.
The only thing you worry about is your building collapsing while you're in it if the Earth ends and your student loans.
"I don't know..." you tell Wanda as she asks if you'd be willing to go to the Compound during the day before your shift starts at the library.
Unfortunately, the paparazzi never did get bored, and they've taken to staking out the area knowing Wanda would come in. Since Wanda had stopped, the paparazzi also stopped.
The idea of meeting other superheroes doesn't really appeal to you. It feels strange and honestly overwhelming.
But when Wanda purses her lips, you relent.
You don't really understand Wanda, and you find yourself not really pushing to endeavor to. You let her set the pace and get to know each other slowly without expectations.
In the back of your mind, you distantly realize that you're not a very physically intimate person, or at least you've become someone who isn't physically intimate anymore.
You remember the days in high school when you used to hold your best friend's hand innocently all the time. The days when you hugged someone boisterously and kisses their cheek.
You wonder what happened.
But Wanda isn't someone who was touchy either.
At least that's what it had seemed like in the beginning. Even though Wanda admitted she liked your company, she had never offered a hug when seeing you.
Until you came to the Compound.
And it was like the privacy of the thick concrete walls and distance from everything else made her feel safer.
A brief hug. Awkward and unsure.
You barely had time to even feel the pressure of her hands and chest before she moved away.
"Was that...is it okay?" She asked, and you almost laughed at how she was asking for permission after hugging you.
"Of course," you smile at her, unsure of what to make of it all.
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Brief hugs become regular.
And because they were so brief, it took a long time for them to become less awkward.
There's a certain energy around Wanda. You don't want to say that she's awkward, but she's—antsy.
You only figure out what's exactly wrong when you're having dinner with her and the rest of her friends, and she puts her hand on the space between your shoulders just below your neck.
She lingers.
And when the warmth from her hands seep through your shirt into your skin, you feel your body becomes hot with heat. You can feel her rings pressed into you, and as she applies more pressure from her fingers, moving across your back, you tense to hold the moan in the back of your throat.
Mortification sets in as you realize two things.
One, Wanda was a physically intimate person. Two, you were severely touched deprived to the point that someone just touching your back was setting you off.
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The new physical intimacy makes you unsure. A small war rages within you with what you want to do. A part of you wants to touch and be touched by Wanda. The other part of you wants to shirk away.
You don't remember what it feels like to be held by someone for the sake of being held. There's some memory of it vaguely in the back of your mind, but that was a distant memory.
You're lying on the bed with Wanda, reading a book as she watches TV. You notice that she watches a lot of sitcoms. You've asked why and remember her saying it's comforting that so much could happen in one episode, and be all resolved in the end.
Such small insights happen between the two of you. You never really say what's the issue, but the other person seemingly can always read between the lines.
Suddenly, Wanda turns on her side as she scoots up against you, her arm over your stomach and leg hooking over yours. Her cheek is pressed against your shoulder as she continues to stare at the TV.
Your body does that weird thing where it clenches up, and you immediately begin to feel sweaty.
How was it possible for someone to be so warm?
And soft.
Occasionally, Wanda's hand would drift over yours when she held you, and you hadn't realized someone could be so gentle to touch.
There's another realization that there's an intimacy of knowing someone when they hold you because you also know what she smells like chai and orange blossoms.
You don't know what to do with that information.
All you know is that there's a lump in the back of your throat as you try to focus back on your book. She strokes your side and the top half of your thighs, and you swallow harshly.
When Wanda feels you beginning to tremble, she stops and looks at you with concern.
"Are you okay?" She asks slowly as she sits up, still touching you.
You were totally losing your marbles in front of Wanda, and the entire thing is mortifying.
Her tone is so gentle and caring, and you felt your eyes burn.
"I don't know," you bite out, and it's true. You want to say yes, but you also want to say no.
Wanda stares at you a long time as you stubbornly stare at your book even when your eyes feel wet.
You feel Wanda pull away, and despite your unsureness, that feels even worse.
"If don't want to be touched, you can just say so," Wanda tells you gently with no malice or hurt behind her words and tone. But she sounds insecure, and that makes you want to really break out into a sob.
And although the book is your only shield from Wanda seeing total vulnerability, you close it and set it aside on her night table.
"I know," you tell her stiffly as you put your hands in your lap. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just—it's been a while since someone has touched me the way you do."
You pick at the invisible cotton on your pants.
"It's just...it feels overwhelming—to be this close to someone. I both want it and don't want it." You purse your lips the moments the words came out of your mouth. "Well, I feel like I don't want it because—I don't know—it feels like it's too good to be true."
Wanda watches as you stumble over your words as you subtly try to dab your eyes before you look up at the ceiling disinterestedly, but she knows it's just so the tears will go back in.
It's a daunting realization for Wanda that you're touched-deprived. Despite the devastating life Wanda has lived, she's always has been a touchy person and received a lot of affections in her life—mostly by her parent, then Pietro, and occasionally, Natasha will indulge her in linking arms when they watch movies together.
Slowly, as if to let you know you can say no at any time, Wanda moves back with her arm and leg over you and pulls you closer.
You're pressed into her body, head on her shoulder as she strokes your back and pulls the blanket over the two of you in a warm cocoon.
Wanda thinks you appreciate that she doesn't say anything. She just sits there and resumes watching TV as you close your eyes.
Wanda replays every memory and every interaction she's had with you since befriending you. Your distance makes sense, and it's sad. It kind of breaks her heart.
It's been a while since Wanda has felt any sort of determination, but she wants her touch to be comforting to you. You're so lovely, and Wanda thinks she's falling for the girl who's given her shelter at the cost of depriving others of natural Vitamin D.
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You think Wanda has been very attentive to you lately. Maybe something shifts, but you're not really sure. All you know is that Wanda is working her touch into your daily life. It's holding hands, it's long hugs, and cuddling you at the end of the day and in the mornings before you go.
But the moment things really changed? That was when Wanda pulled your arms to wrap around her, and the experience of holding Wanda Maximoff is vastly much different than being held by her.
You like it. You come to like both, and it isn't long that you find yourself biting your own tongue to stave the craving of wanting her touch.
Wanda watches you with interest as she lies on top of you as you play with the ends of her hair.
You seem rather frustrated for some unknown reason and also perplexed by your emotion.
When you let out a quiet huff, Wanda smiles.
"Is there something you need?" She asks.
You pause from tugging on her hair as you move your eyes down look at Wanda, who's lying on your chest.
You're antsy again.
You like her touch, that much you know. You like the weight of her body over yours because it feels reassuring.
"I don't know," you answer honestly.
Wanda adjusts herself so that her face hovers over yours and your eyes follow hers.
"More or less?" She asks.
It takes you a minute, but you answer a hesitant, "more, I think."
Wanda hums with a nod as her hands move under your back, and she holds you closer to her. "Let me show you and you can decide if you want more."
Wanda leans down, and when her soft lips press against yours, your nerve-endings light up with a jolt. She kisses you the way she has always shown you intimacy—slow and steady.
You press back, wrapping your arms around her neck without hesitation.
When Wanda pulls back, you mutter, "more. Definitely more."
You've gone so long without it; you've never really noticed. But Wanda makes you notice everything at every time. You're not sure how you could've missed it.
But perhaps this is how Wanda Maximoff loves. Slow, steady, rapacious as she stares at you.
Her eyes shine with devotion, and you like that her lips are warm too when she kisses you everywhere.
She's good at physical intimacy, that much you're sure of. Under her slow hands, you're determined that perhaps you can be the one to show her emotional intimacy for the girl you've fallen for.
WARNING WARNINGS TMI I GIVE TO MUCH INFORMATION BACK AWAY SLOWLY IF YOU WANT TO GO
ahhhhhhh I just had a 2 year old moment and I was the 2 year old
I just pooped my self got poop on my hand spent mins cleaning myself then I still had a LOT of poop and little to no toilet paper so I got paper towels but I was getting poop all over it was I dropped it and used by feet to rip it but the paper got stuck so I walk to sink to wet the paper towel so I can flush it I wet it flush the toilet I ruined a paper towel roll and am now sitting with the same pooped my pants in and this all happened in 10 mins