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Why is season 2 Will so sexy?

"𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨." (𝐓. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧.)

𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨! 𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬.

Okay, let's just be straight up. You love Okarun and you would never lie to him, buttttt.... He can't know about this. At least not for a few weeks. One day you walked into a tattoo shop for one reason. .・✭𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑠✫・。. Yeah well, you came out with nip piercings.

Which is reason A for why you are hiding from Okarun. Despite his gloomy mood he's still shameless. In fact even more shameless. So it's important that you stay away from him or else he'll pin you down and start going to town on your unhealed nips which sounds painful...

❝𝐘𝐨, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭? 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨.❞

Shit, he found you. Okay we gotta run, we gotta go to Antiartica. We gotta go to the Moon to VENUS.

❝finally found you. Whatcha up to babe. ❞

(What am I up to? I'm tryna get away from your cannibalistic ass!)

❝𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧'❞

Okarun walked towards you, his tall frame towering over you and he just kinda stared. (A bad habit of his)

❝𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧...❞

He snaps out of his trance and quickly pretends he was looking out the window and cleaning his glasses.

❝𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐞. ❞

After a few minutes of awkward silence and you trying to walk away from this guy he gives in to his thoughts and turns to you slowly. He seemed to get even more gloomy, you didn't even know that was possible.

❝𝐊, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨. ❞

Welp. He noticed. Now you gotta explain why you've been ignoring your emo ass boyfriend without giving up the secret.

❝𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭...—

What the fuck so you say to this man!? If you say something he's gonna think you hate him and might do something stupid, but if you tell him straight on he's gonna obviously find out the secret.

—𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞?❞

He stared at you blankly before adjusting his glasses and walking closer to you. His facial expression was unreadable. Okarun isn't stupid he isn't the most impressive guy in the world either.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥?❞

You nodded your head really fast basically rattling your brains around with a big cartoon-ish smile on your face. Okarun let out a loud exaggerated and walks past you with a still face. He wasn't buying it.

❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐚, 𝐲𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.❞

And just like that he was out. Great, now you gotta keep the secret and cheer up your slightly more depressed boyfriend.

You know what maybe you aren't even waiting to heal maybe you're just too nervous to show Okarun. It has been roughly 3 weeks and you don't feel numb or in any pain anymore so what's the harm?

Plus you did just give your boyfriend a reason to end it and you already know he was itching for a reason. Not like he would dare try anything with you being around. So you set off to find him which ends up being more exhausting than you thought. I guess he's a pretty good hider when he's upset.

❝𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧?! 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧'❞

While you walk down a particularly long and dark hallway. You heard a loud bang on the wall and I'm not even gonna lie it scared the shit out of you so you opened the closet with the amount of force that you were gonna punch whatever ghost made that noise.

But there was no ghost, just your boyfriend. Who somehow managed to fit his lanky ass body in a little counter space inside the closet.

❝𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?❞

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the small space.

❝𝐈𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐲. 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.❞

You managed to pull him out of the closet and bring him to your shared bedroom and let him lay himself over the nice velvety, dark sheets.

❝𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨.❞

You sigh and make him sit straight and then you take a seat on his lap. His face glowed up for a minute and his hands subconsciously slid their way around your waist and rested right above your nice round ass.

❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐬.❞

You smiled and popped yourself up on your arms. Showing off your body and twirling your hair with your finger.

❝𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬.❞

You grin and feel his hands trail up to your shirt you let out a silent nod of approval he lifts the shirt over your head. Making sure to not mess up your hair handling each strand and curl with care. He tugs the shirt off and leaves you in your bra. He let out a little sigh and a faint snarky smirk.

❝𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐞.❞

With that he reaches behind you to detach your bra before he stops.

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?❞

❝𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟𝐟.❞ you pouted and crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a little Huff as your boyfriend put his hands up defensively "my bad for being a gentleman" with that he moved his hands back down to your bra and takes off.

As your bra flew away in the wind so did Okarun's mind. He was frozen I mean he literally didn't move for a whole 2 minutes. He just stared, wide eyed and with his hands ever so slightly hovering over your hips. He looked... Well definitely not disappointed.

❝𝐊𝐞𝐧? 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤-❞

He picks you up and basically slams you on the bed and starts ripping your clothes off just as you feared. Thank the Lord you decided to wait. And now you were left in your panties but not for long because soon after he pulled those off you and was met with another little Silver ball.

He was caught up on the piercings that he completely ignored the new tattoos that adorned your thigh and forearm. He places his hands carefully back at your sides and just takes a look at you fully. Basking in your raw beauty as he scanned the body of a beautiful woman. His beautiful woman

❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞?❞ He let out a hushed breath before shifting his gaze to your face and leaning down to cup your face

❝𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!❞ you say with a squeal as he begins to kiss you all over. You let his hands wander all over the new territory. Savoring every inch and kissing every spot with tender appreciation.

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨.❞ he looks away and dismisses the aching throbbing going on his boxers just so he can brood. (Only has that commitment when it comes to hatin himself. Smh.)

❝𝐊𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬...❞ you pouted and glared at him which triggered him to put his hands up defensively.

❝𝐀𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐀𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭... 𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐨. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞❞ He leaned in and captured your lips on his. His arms snaked around your curves and tugged gently. Your hands snake through his white hair and gently tug on his locks.

After the quick make out session he moved down to your legs where he was met with that pretty silver ball that laid right on top of your puffy folds. He spread your legs wide and held them by your ankles before he delved into your heat.

He quickly started lapping up your folds and the juices leaking from you. As soon as his tongue made contact he let out a big, dark groan. He looked up at you through fogged up glasses and even through the fog you could tell he was staring at you with determined crimson eyes.

❝𝐊-𝐊𝐞𝐧... 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤! 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, '𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦'𝐧❞

It's not like you needed to say that because Okarun was gone the only thing left was the horny husk of him with a strong desire to die. He was so out of it that he didn't even realize when you came over his tongue or when you squirted all over his face and he kept eating you out like a beast while it dripped down his chin.

Eventually he somehow snaps out of it after your third time cumming. He raised his head up to see you better and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still keeping that same unwavering eye contact.

❝𝐲𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? ❞

There was a moment of silence before you jokingly "thought about it" and shrugged your shoulders

❝𝐞𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭. ❞

Just like that he frees his cock that's throbbing and leaking his pre. It stood up with a curve and large juicy vein running along it all the way to its gorgeous pinkish top.

Your eyes widen suddenly at the view. I mean it's not the first time and it's not gonna be the last but damn it may not look like it but Okarun packs a punch down there. His cock just oozed down and let a few drops of pre land right above your folds

❝𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧, 𝐊𝐞𝐧. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰.❞ You smiled and he quickly followed. He leaned in and kissed your forehead before going down to your ear and biting down gently. You could feel his breath against your neck and see the veins in his hands bulge as he gripped the sheets and the headboard.

❝𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐌𝐚❞

He teases his head against your folds gently before going all the way in and giving you some time to adjust. You both let out a big moan and he lifts your legs. Letting your foot touch your ears and your cheeks grow red.

Slowly, he starts to move gentle strokes and focus on your face. 'Y'know what? This wasn't even so bad. I could've just let Okarun see them way earlier if this is how he was going to act.' Yeah, that thought goes to waste as he picks up the pace and ruts in you like a dog.

A quick and firm pace that left him panting and whispering all types of dirty things. It was evident now he was losing his mind while listening to the noise of your sloppy cunny getting fucked dumb on his cock. The only thing that mattered to him right now was him making you feel good right now... Anndddd massaging your breasts it was gonna happen eventually.

❝𝐅-𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤! 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐧𝐧~ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞

He just let out a dark chuckle and fucked with more determination. He was too far gone to think rationally or about anything other than sex. I mean how could he when your cunt is making such naughty squelching noises and drinking in his cock so welcomingly

You on the other hand was also getting so dumb on his cock watching your boyfriend getting drunk from pussy alone was truly a sight. However it was also kinda killing you because the pressure in your belly wasn't goin anywhere.

❝𝐊𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞.❞ you reach your hands up innocently around his neck and he pulls you close. 'Tch, that's my damn baby' he thought. As you were nearing your pending orgasm and so was he you clung onto him so tightly, like a damn koala.

❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?❞

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤! ❞

Now why the fuck would go say some stupid shit like that. His pace sped up and began to sloppy his chest started to tighten and so did yours. He pulled out and let his warm, thick, velvety ropes seep into every crevice on your chest.

Soon after he's out. His limp body plops down next to yours and immediately grabs your waist and spoons you. He has a gentle but tight grip on you and it sorta just makes you melt into his embrace.

❝𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐊𝐞𝐧. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫? ❞

Your phone buzzed so you curiously grabbed it and noticed a text from Okarun. Why is he texting me? I'm right here. you clicked on it and it read

🥀☠️𝙴𝚖𝚘 Senku⛓️‍💥💭

ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒ ᶦᶠ ᵘʳ ᵗᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢʰᵒʷᵉʳ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵐᵉ ². ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵃ ᵇᵉˢᵗ. ᵂᵐᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵈᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᶦˢ ʳᵈʸ

This motherfucker wants to die today.

𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 :𝐏

If I had to marry her I would just get straight to the I do

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

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hello i noticed you have been liking a lot of my posts i hella appreciate it. saw ur call for help and as a tumblr user of... 9 years (holy shit) i recommend reblogging things!!

reblogs show up on your blog, so you can collect posts and potentialy show them to others if they follow you. and theyre a great way to keep things you want to find again later if youre willing to work with tumblrs admittedly pretty shit tagging system. or! you can ramble about things in the tags! thats my preferred way of using them, at least.

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Why are asymmetrical people so pretty?????

Reblog if men in 1940s uniforms is your kink

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That Sketchbook of Yours

Teddy Pierce X reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of mention of his fathers passing, Cussing and violent language, Teddy acts like a bully for a paragraph, making out, and parent interrupting making out. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 1.2K not including title

I saw some in need for Christmas chronicles X readers and being someone who thinks teddy was attractive here we are. I'm sorry if some parts are wrong, I barely even had my first kiss (I'm a loser for my age). Also if you have anything else you want don't be shy to ask! Now enjoy!

FYI, it's really late for me and I should be studying for finals but I'm not so if you see a mistake, please let me know and honestly, I kind of hate this but whatever.

After Teddy's father died, he didn't really have anyone to turn to before he met you. You were a nerd as people saw it, you read and wrote, hell you could draw really well too. He thought you were quite pretty too. He only saw you in one class and that was geometry, one he recently failed, but boy was he glad he failed.

You were a shy thing too, not talking much; sitting in a corner seat; head down and always drawing something. He knew of your artist skill from having to sit away from his "gangster" friends and next to you. He always did sneak glances at you how could he not? You were so easy to fall for. Nodding or shaking your head when people talked to you, when you did talk your voice was adorable.

Randomly one day before Christmas break he took your sketchbook, he stood a few inches taller than you. Flipping through the pages mostly filled with cats or sometimes a friend or too. You panic and desperately try to grab the notebook. He stood his ground, looking at each page for a second.

He came across a page, filled with drawings of himself. He laughed before leaning down to your height. "Does this mean you have a little crush on me?" You blush a bright red, he laughs again. "I'm taking that as a yes, am I right? Sweetheart." You stumble on your words, trying to make up a lame excuse to why you had those drawings which consisted of "Your easy to draw," "You sit next to me and are an easy reference." There were a few more but he didn't really bother to listen. The blush that was darkening on your cheeks was more than an answer.

But before he or you could say anything else, you grabbed your notebook and ran off; embarrassed. Running home straight away not stopping till you were safe in your room, cooped up in your feelings for him. Christmas break the rest was a blur for you until a day or two after Christmas...

~Flashback for Teddy on Christmas Eve With Santa~

"If you know what everyone wants, tell me what I want." Kate looked up at him "Teddy! Stop it, you don't have to do that Santa." Santa looked at Teddy a bit annoyed and a bit; prideful? "Her." He fell silent for a long while, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Kate was just confused "Who?" Nobody answered her though.

She very quickly forgot about that when she was asked to find the reindeer. The boys sat in the car for a minute in silence, still running from the police. "She asked for you for Christmas, you know." Teddy smiled a bit, he knew exactly what to do when he saw her again. He even thought about finding you himself.

~End of Flashback~

A day or two after Christmas you were sitting in your bedroom before a faint knock at the door, thinking it was your mother, you politely say that they could come in. You turn to ask 'your mother' what she needs and your face to face with Teddy Pierce. Honestly he doesn't know whether to laugh or walk out with the look of surprise on your face. He spoke before you had a chance to, "Listen I know I was kind of an asshole last we saw each other and I just want to tell you that well. Damn it this is harder than I thought. I like you. I did all that teasing because I liked you."

You stood there, not really being able to muster up any form of words. "Say something please. Yell at me, tell me i'm a dick and kick me out, do anything!" You worked up as much courage you had in many years, got on your tip toes, leaned in and kissed him. Now it was his turn to be surprised. Your kiss was short and sweet your lips tasted like candy-canes and sugar cookies, his tasting like milk and maple syrup. Pulling back from kiss and him you look away a bit sheepishly and quietly speak, "Were the drawings of you not enough, do I really have to say I like you too?"

He was staring at you, "No they weren't. Say it again. That you like me." He was a bit in disbelief I mean hell Santa is always right about that kind of stuff but, he needed to hear it from you. "I like you too, Teddy Pierce." You smile shyly looking back at him, when you feel a tug. Pulling you closer he speaks quietly a bit embarrassed, "Can I?" You don't know for certain what he is asking but you whisper out a yes.

Almost evidently he kissed you, rougher than you kissed him but still soft. He turns you both around having your back to the door, pressing you against it; his hands on your waist teasingly moving up and down, testing the waters to see if he should go down any farther. You, your hands moving to his hair, tugging a bit; trying to get some type of oxygen. He bites your lip not hard just enough to shock you a bit into opening your mouth, his tongue sliding in slowly. Not wanting to rush or scare you.

Seeing you were fine with it he started to get a bit more greedy. Taking a breath he leaned into you more, his body competently covering yours; his leg moves in between your legs, for "More space" as he phrased it in his head. Lightly moaning, you hungrily pull more on his hair; as his tongue takes the more dominant control. He perks up at your little moan.

He made you do that. Not that loser kid that tries to walk you home everyday, not the kid in geometry who tries to get you to look at him, not the kid always asking for homework answers to start a conversation, not even that kid who would compliment your drawings all the time. HIM. Just when it's about to go farther, his hands moving to your ass, you hear a knock. More like he heard the knock. He leaned back, you leaned to him. He gently grabs you and opens the door face to face with your mother.

"You two alright I didn't really hear any talking or anything, do you guys want some cookies?" Your mom spoke, you honestly have never been more mad at your mother for ruining the moment. Teddy smiled at her "No, maybe next time my mother would get worried." Your mother being the kind lady she is smiled back and told him she would let you two say goodbye before he left.

"We are dating now right," you asked questioningly. He laughed, "I wouldn't kiss you and do all that for you not to be my girlfriend." You smile at him, and he opens your bedroom door to leave. Pulling him back you give him a kiss, a soft and quick one before walking him outside. Walking back to your room you realize something.

Teddy Pierce a guy who stole cars, hung around gangsters, and has failed a class was not your boyfriend he was just a random guy. Your boyfriend was kind, loved photographing and had a passion for it. He loved the snow and would never admit enjoying baking and how much he really loved his sister. To think it all happened because he took that sketchbook of yours and maybe a bit of help from old saint nick.

I hate the ending, but I didn't want this one-shot to be over 1.5K words. Well, I hope you like this, please if you want to re-post this somewhere you give me credits and permission. If you want any more of Teddy Pierce don't be shy, I'm always open to suggestions and as well as help in making my writing more enjoyable. Please let me know your opinions!

Born to marry Matt Smith, forced to be an obsessed fan girl. 😔 like that’s for real my man!!! 😖😖😖

stopppp hes so pretty it hurts 😭😭

no but look at that lil braid

sweat dripping on our dirty laundry (hangman x reader)

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pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

synopsis: laundry day can suck but less when you and jake fuck!

warnings: 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual activity (fingering, piv, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, cum play near the end? oops, bad laundry innuendos, pwp)

as always - I love you jordan and may (aka gretagerwigsmuse & seasonsbloom) you both give me life and motivation and break my heart with every fic and then put it back together <3

It’s not like you absolutely despise laundry day - it’s more of a love-hate relationship. On one hand, the serotonin boost from an empty hamper and a full, clean smelling closet is unmatched. On the other hand... you and Jake have way too many clothes put together, and the chore can take almost all day if enough clothes and towels pile up. Normally, you and Jake tackle it together. But he’d just returned from his most recent deployment two days ago, and you wanted to give him a chance to properly rest his body, lounge around the house, let him catch up on the Cowboys’ disaster of a season. 

“Hey Jake?” you call out from the laundry room over the hum of the dryer cycle. You’d left him in the middle of your trashy reality TV session to transfer the lights. “You got anything I can throw in the laundry? I’m doing a load of darks.” 

Silence - you figure he’s probably dozed off and resolve to just go check his hamper after you finish untangling your bras. But a few minutes later, you hear his footsteps approaching the laundry room, stopping in the middle of the doorway. 

“What was that, sweetheart?” he rumbles, voice slightly hoarse, and you feel bad for waking him from his sleep. 

“Oh, nothing,” you reply, finally managing to hook one of the clasps together and slipping it into your lingerie bag. “Just wanted to know if you had any darks I could throw in...” you trail off when you turn to look at him, trying desperately to keep your eyebrows from shooting straight off your face as you appraise the six-foot-something Adonis of a man leaning against the door frame wearing what you can best describe as an expression of mischief, like he’s up to no good, like he’s ready to eat you alive. 

You think it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. Bone apple teeth, Jake Seresin. 

Immediately, your eyes catch on the way Jake’s gray sweatpants are slung low on his hips, v-lines especially prominent and a golden happy trail descending below the drawstring knot. Slowly, your gaze shifts upwards to follow the cut lines of his abs, up to the patch of gold hairs on his defined chest, and finally landing on the signature smirk he’s wearing. Jake knows he’s hot, is well aware of the effect he has on you, but it never stops him from trying to catch you off guard and distract you from your responsibilities by showing up in your periphery looking this damn fine. 

It’s why you signed an informal household contract with him a few months back: shirt and pants are required whenever you have to hop on a video call at home. 

While you’ve been shamelessly checking him out, Jake squints. “Are those my boxers?” he asks, eyes drawn to your bottoms as he takes a step forward. 

“They’re comfy!” you defend with a sly smile, turning to add detergent to the washer, feeling all too aware of Jake’s gaze on you. He shifts slightly behind you, and suddenly you feel him right behind you, arms caging you in, erect cock pressed up against your ass, chest flush with your back.

“I’m sure,” he drawls in your ear, sending a shiver cascading down your spine, rippling throughout your nerves. You feel his fingers dance across your hips, and the sweet kiss he presses to your temple is innocent enough, but his hands seem to be acting a bit more shamelessly. His breath hitches when his fingertips start exploring, grazing nothing on your hips underneath his worn pair of boxer shorts. “Don’t you have panties of your own, sweetheart? Bought you that nice lace set you kept pulling up on my phone when I wasn’t looking.” 

“They’re all in the wash,” you hum back, delighting in the feeling of his fingers massaging circles over your hip bones, his hot breath on your ear. 

“Should’ve asked me to help,” he mutters lowly, nuzzling his beard into your neck. 

You finally gather your wits and turn around to face him, leaning your back against the washing machine and looking up at him. His pupils are practically blown out as he smirks down at you appreciatively. “Are you offering?” you ask, almost a whisper, the sound almost lost to the rumble of the dryer next to you. But Jake’s standing real close, can read the words as they form on your lips and he nods once, twice. You glance down at the dark gray sweatpants, gesturing with one hand. 

“Take them off. I need them for this load,” you order, a bit louder now, and the smirk on his face slowly transforms to a wide smile that reaches both his eyes, crinkling his eyes to make your heart swoop. 

“Yes ma’am,” he tells you, finally removing his hands from your waist to shuck off his sweatpants, leaning down to pick them up from where they’ve pooled onto the floor and holding them out to you. But you barely barely notice that - your eyes are drawn to his rock-hard cock that’s flush against his abdomen, tip already red and leaking precum. “But I’ve got the only load you need to worry about.” 

Your steadily climbing lust abruptly stops in its tracks, and you crook an eyebrow as best as you can. “What the fuck, Jake? Are we on fucking Brazzers?” 

Jake bursts out into laughter, leaning in to press his lips to your mouth, and you kiss back as best as you can while maintaining a disapproving pout. “Not if I can help it,” he grits out, still feverishly kissing you like a starved man. “You just make my brain short-circuit, honey. Sometimes I say stupid things.” 

You pull away, narrowing your eyes at the silly boy you’ve fallen in love with, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, the one who somehow manages to make you hornier than you thought possible whilst also filling you with the desire to club him over the head. “Sometimes?” you hedge, turning around and lifting the lid of the washer and shoving his sweatpants in with the rest of the load. As you spin the dial and close the top, finally starting the cycle, you continue to lecture him “I tell you, Jake, if I had a dime for every stupid thing you said-” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’d probably be able to afford that nice high-efficiency Samsung laundry set you’ve had your eye on. But sweetheart..” Jake's hands return to your waist, this time shoving down the boxer shorts slightly so he can slip his fingers between your legs, grazing one digit over your wet lips. “I keep telling you - God you’re fucking soaked-” and you’re unable to hold back the moan that bubbles out in response to the rasp in his voice, to his tone carrying sheer amazement at your level of arousal. Jake continues: “ - I keep telling you, as soon as the house is done, that’s the first thing I’m buying for you. But I don’t want to buy one now and then lug an old model to the new place. My girl deserves the best. A brand new washer for me to fuck her against in our brand new home.”  

You moan out, partially at the promise but equally at the way his other hand has slipped under your (well, his) t-shirt to grope at your breast, the way his fingers are gathering your wetness. 

“Shit, you’re so wet, darling,” he breathes out, sliding one finger through your folds and crooking it just so, enough for the tip of his finger to graze that sponge-y part of your cunt. You keen in response, grinding your pelvis into his hand and gripping his shoulders tightly for support. A click sounds out, and the spin cycle starts, shaking against Jake’s wrist pressed up against your clit, sending delightful sensations quivering throughout your body. 

Jake repositions his other hand to rest on your lower back; he presses slightly to tilt your pelvis forward into the running machine, into the vibrations, into another tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shuddering in its wake. 

“Fuck, Jake,” you manage, a gasp leaving your lips as he adds a finger to your cunt and plunges them in and out rhythmically, almost in time with the motion of the cycle at first and then speeding up. You’re sighing out in bliss, unable to keep yourself from grinding down on his hand and pressing your bare ass into his hardened cock, feeling slight wetness on your lower back from a bead precum falling from the tip. 

“God, sweetheart” Jake grunts, pulls his hands out from your cunt and spins you around, then effectively hoists you up onto the machine, lips pressing into your neck as his hands make work of dragging the boxer shorts down your legs. He surges forward to kiss you deeply, slipping his tongue to press in against yours, heavy breaths escaping his mouth as his hands travel to graze his touch all over you. 

For a moment, it’s just you two being horny people, just making out on top of your washing machine almost completely naked, entirely wrapped up in each other, just full of sheer and utter devotion. You pull away to catch your breath, inhaling the scent of sweat and his musky cologne. 

With a smile, you lean your forehead against his.  “You’re gonna make love to me on top of the washer, Jake?” you ask him innocently, bashing your eyelashes and running your hand down his chest, tangling and tugging at his golden hairs teasingly. Jake grunts out at the sensation, reaching down to grab the hem of your t-shirt to pull it up over you. 

“No, sweetheart,” he starts, eyes darting down to appreciate the way your nipples have pebbled in the cool air before sliding his hands down to your hips. In a split second, he pulls you to the edge, grasps his hard length in one hand, guides it into your soaked pussy. “I’m going to fuck you on top of it.” 

And with that, the spin cycle starts up again, and Jake starts drawing his hips in and out slowly, hands resting on the small of your back to hold you in place. And it’s truly fo the best, because the rumble of the washing machine is sending vibrations up throughout your body and the feeling of Jake buying himself into you over and over agains is so overwhelming you fear you may topple over onto your side, hit your head on the cabinet, maybe sustain a concussion. And Jake’s always aware of this, always aware of how easily he can fuck your brainless, make you lose control of your body as a whole as you get lost in the motions of him just pounding you silly - so Jake knows he needs to keep a firm grip on you, which only adds to your pleasure. He’s moaning out your name over the sound of both machines running, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he holds you up. 

“Not enough,” you murmur, placing one hand on his chest to stop his motions and attempting to pull him out. 

“Hmm?” he asks, slightly dazed as he takes a step back, cock still standing tall and proud and dripping with your wetness. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you turn on your heel and lean both your forearms down on the edge of the washing machine, gripping it tightly and bending over to present your ass to him, arching your back just the way he likes it. By the sound of the strangled groan behind you, it seems like Jake approves. 

“Smart girl,” he says, sending a tiny flutter of pride throughout your chest, and one arm comes to wrap itself around your middle to hold you up, the other hand kneading and squeezing your backside roughly. “Such a pretty, smart girl,” he praises and guides his length back into your warmth, starts to match the pace of the spin cycle again. 

“It’s too much,” you whine out, still backing into him despite yourself and pushing yourself further onto his length. Jake hisses out at your eagerness, and the way your walls flutter around him and the slight tremors in your thighs from trying to hold yourself up. 

He moves his hand from where it’s cupping your ass and slides it around to your front to press into your stomach. His fingers are widely splayed, and with a slight grunt, he lifts, pulling you further onto him. “Hold tight, sweetheart,” he manages, and you grasp at the one neuron that’s still firing commanding signals in your brain, trying to consciously force your fingers to tighten their grip on the edge of the washing machine before Jake’s actions hit you in full force. 

And in full force it hits indeed - he’s pounding into you from the back now - his pelvis smacks loud against your ass and the squelch of your soaked cunt is the most erotic sound and it’s just barely audible over the machines. Your thoughts are interrupted by Jake tugging at your earlobe with his teeth and grunting out the most colorful string of profanities - “Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good wrapped around my cock, so fucking good for me - let me fill you up, let me put a baby in you, get your tits and belly nice and big for me so I can take care of you, never let you lift a finger, fuck, please...” 

“Yeah, Jake,” you breathe out as best as you can, “Fill me up, please, too much, please...” 

And with his chin grazing your shoulder, you can feel him shaking his head furiously. “You first. You first, please, sweet girl, cum for me,” and he’s not so much as commanding you as he is begging, pleading for you to release, to give him the extra push for him to climax. And as he’s swearing out loud and praising you his hand is sliding down from where it was gripping your hip, fingers seeking out your clit to give it the extra flick, the extra strum to bring you close and it’s working, with the way his cock is grazing all the right spots inside of you and his middle finger applying just enough pressure to your apex. 

“Jake, please,” you whine out, and he’s hushing you, pulling his hips back further to completely unsheath himself before slamming back into your cunt with a resounding smack. “I think I’m... oh.” Your orgasm washes over you, sending you cascading 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grits out, not slowing the circles on your clit just yet but gradually decelerating his thrusts, electing to punctuate each press into you with a grind of his hips. “Shit, I’m,” Jake manages out, grunting out your name with an added level of intensity, power - he’s close, you can feel it in the way his grip is tightening around your body and the way his breath is getting so much faster and how his hips are more stilted in their movements. 

“Cum in me, fill me up, Jake,” you coax, clenching your cunt down on his cock repeatedly and trying your best to push back against his thrusts. Jake lets out a strangled cry of your name, slams into you one last time and holds you tight against his body. His cock is shoved inside you as deep as it can go and you can feel every pulse, every throb of his release filling you to the brim. It’s oozing, comforting warmth and you reach a hand back to lock his hips in to feel full, to feel this close to him for that much longer. 

Eventually, his cock starts softening, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Jake,” you whine out as he pulls out, immediately using the last of your strength to squeeze your thighs together to keep his cum from spilling out and leaving another mess for you to clean up in the laundry room. Your muscles feel sluggish, feel like you’re trying to run underwater, feel like you’ve forgotten how to use your limbs. “‘m so tired,” you whisper, and Jake shushes you sweetly, one large hand rubbing circles on your lower back while the other is wrapped around your middle, all but holding you up. 

“Let me take you to bed, honey. Think we’re both due for a nap,” he murmurs and slightly lifts you up from where you’ve almost collapsed against the washing machine. You blearily open your eyes to glance at how much time is remaining for your clothes - “Jake? Can’t nap for too long. Wake me up in twenty?” 

“Sure,” he nods, letting you lean on his arm to lead you out towards your bedroom. 

The first step you take sends a rivulet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh, and the feeling of the rest of his release slowly trickling out sends another wave of arousal through you, mixed with a twinge of despair at having to clean it up. A pathetic whine manages to escape your lips. 

Jake chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding your hand to lean against the counter. “Stand still for me? I’ll take care of it.” He steps away towards the sink grab a clean washcloth from the stack of towels you neatly folded earlier, running some warm water over it. 

And with a hazy mind, you thank whatever deity, whatever force exists that brought you Jake Seresin - the man who fucks you within an inch of your sanity, who takes care of you like no one else, who wants to spend his forever with you... who’s currently on his knees in front of you, nudging your thighs apart and is starting at how his release has painted your cunt, completely mesmerized. 

“Jesus Christ,” he says in awe, reaching to run a finger through the mess - like he’s ready to fucking fingerpaint with it - before finally lifting up the washcloth to wipe you down, and you shudder at the feeling while simultaneously managing an eye roll. 

Horny bastard. 

-- 

And when you wake up from your nap hours later in a cold sweat with the realization that you most definitely slept through the washer cycle - and that your darks were most certainly going to develop that funky odor - you quickly move to lift yourself out of bed with a sigh. 

A hand on your waist stops you, and you turn to see Jake’s face of anguish in the dim light of the evening - he’s still half-asleep, left cheek pressed up against his arm and golden hair a tousled mess, but he’s still managing a signature pout as best as he can. 

“Don’t go,” he grunts out, pressing his fingers into your hips. You shake your head, even though you know he can’t see you.

“Jake, I’ve gotta move the clothes, they’ll dry weird-” 

“Took care of it already, baby,” he groans out against his bicep, turning slightly so his hand can pull at your arm. “Lights are folded and put away, darks are in the dryer, and I deserve to nap with my girl after fucking her brains out.”

You stifle a laugh, finally giving in and letting yourself fall back into bed, into his awaiting arms, falling back into the man you love. As your drift off to sleep with Jake’s arms wrapped securely around you, a tiny voice wonders if you could manage to convince him to get the quiet washer/dryer set now if you pointed out how clearly he’d be able to hear your sighs and the sound of sex over a cycle. Maybe then you could grow to enjoy laundry days.