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long time no see lmao
i’m apologizing for the person i will become when this comes out
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I will never forgive Pedro Pascal for screaming into a pillow while recording for The Mandalorian to make his voice huskier and deeper. It was and is disrespectful and highly offensive to the whore community.
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Anonymous asked:
Hiiii babeyyy can I send you a request? Javier with an s/o who's self conscious in bed? Like not even insecure about their body but more insecure about their 'moves'? Idek if I make any sense rn but ya. Thank you hon 💕
Heya - of course, you can anon! Sorry, this has taken so long for me to respond to, if only I didn't have a full-time job I'd be thirsting on here 24/7! Side note: this somehow became 3.6K words and I have no explanation as to how.
Warnings: swearing, age difference (Reader is in their 20s), inexperienced!reader, oral F!receiving, unprotected p in v (wrap it up guys).
You and Javi had been testing each other for weeks. It was clear you both wanted more from your partnership but both of you were too stubborn to make the first move. Well, he was. You on the other hand were just scared. It had been a while since you'd been with anyone, working with the embassy gave little time to explore relationships, and you knew the reputation your partner had - you'd hate to disappoint. Plus being so young you're sure you're not even on his radar anyway, preferring his women more...experienced.
You had been honest with Steve from the beginning. Working as a three meant you had to be honest in some respects and when you realised your feelings towards Javier were not wholly platonic, you had requested a transfer. Murphy just laughed though, saying how you were all adults and if someone got transferred just for falling for Javier Peña, there would be no one left to fight the cartel.
Anyway, you weren't his type at all and had squashed any idea of something more deep into the pit of your stomach. You had resigned yourself to watch in silence as Javier flirted with more and more women, took even more to bed, and swore Steve to secrecy. Yet, Steve had been the one to tell you that Javi 'would not stop fucking talking about you when you aren't there and 'my god you guys need to just fuck already.' After hearing that, you couldn't help but let that glimmer of hope be reignited.
It didn't last long.
PLEASE IM-
Whiskey would listen to Old Town Road religiously and you can’t prove me otherwise
I haven’t drawn in a fat minute so this is utter shit but I saw @toasty-cowboy ‘s cutie and had to draw him so here it is
Anonymous asked:
din coming to earth and meeting the reader sounds exciting! you should go with that option 😁
since i got one vote i’m obligated to go with it to mando x earth reader is coming up :))
of course i’ll still do the other one i just couldn’t decide which one first so thanks anon!
i’m debating if it should be about mando coming to earth and meeting reader or oc (haven’t decided yet) and try new things, i actually have a whole plot for this but cant give too much away or mando meeting them on a mission and go from there
if i were to write a mandalorian fic would people prefer y/n or me to make a whole character? i just want to make the people happy-
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awww thank u!!!!
honestlyimjustdeadinside
itszkasaii122
youre adorable!! thank you :)
madridanvers
awww, thank you sweetie <3
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what did I ever do to you HUH @loki-helmet
Make me love you 🥺😔
Anonymous asked:
Payback time babie! Gimme spideyflash seven minutes in heaven :)))) - Server Dad
Wow cant believe you’ve done this to me, your wife like smh
Guess this can be like a part two to my other one :,))
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“Okay Peter, it’s your turn to spin the bottle!”
Ned dragged him to another party, again. Peter didn’t want to go but here he was. In Flash’s house, stuck in a circle, playing seven minutes in heaven. Betty had to remind him that it was his turn to go once again. He spun the empty coke bottle, and of course his luck decides to fuck him sideways.
It lands on Flash.
Everyone cheered and clapped Flash on the back while he led Peter to the closet. The two haven’t talked since what happened in the locker room, which was two weeks ago. Peter's heart ached when he felt Flash’s hand on his lower back, missing the touch. Ned gave him a quick thumbs up before Betty closed the closet doors.
The closet was dark. They stood quiet for a few seconds before Flash let out a sigh, “We-We uh don’t have to do anything,” he reached for Peter’s hand, “Soft…”
Peter was confused, Flash was acting differently from when they were in the locker room. Peter liked it when the other took control, called him names. God, he missed it.
“Kiss me, Eugene. Please?”
Flash could’ve came in his pants right then and there but instead he kept Peter’s hand in his and let his free one cup the boys face. “You sure?”
“Please-”
That’s all the confirmation he needed before he started attacking the poor boy's mouth. Flash doesn’t know why all of a sudden he was being so fucking soft, he hates Parkers guts. After the locker room something in him changed. For better or worse? He hasn’t figured that out. All he knows for sure is how bad he missed Peter’s soft lips against his own.
He swallowed Peter’s soft moans, loving the way Peter tried pressing their bodies closer. Flash licked the others bottom lip, asking for entrance. Flash was determined to make this kiss better than the messy rough ones they shared the first time. Peter obediently opened his mouth and melted when he felt a tongue invade his mouth. Peter was a complete mess and Flash felt proud knowing he was the one to make Peter feel this way.
Peter whined when Flash pulled away, “God, I missed you. Missed this, the sweet sounds you make.” Flash pressed kisses along the boy's neck. “Gonna make sure people know you’re mine.” He left a few purple bruises along Peter’s neck and collar. May was gonna ask where those came from but right now he didn’t care. He only wanted Flash.
Peter let out another shaky moan. “I-I missed you too..Eugene..”
Fuck that went straight to Flash’s dick, they can’t fuck here though. They didn’t have much time left.
As if on cue Betty knocked on the doors, “I’m gonna let you guys out but if I see any dicks out, I will kill you guys!”
Everyone was suprised to see Peter with messy sex like hair, hickies everywhere, and breathing heavily. Flash on the other hand looked normal. He scoffed, “Do you want an autograph? Close your mouth before flies make homes in them.”
He grabbed Peter’s hand, this time not softly but more in a possessive way, and led him upstairs.
Nobody said anything, knowing fully well what was going to happen.
Ned was the first one to speak, “I think it’s your turn MJ.”
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I was gonna add the whole smexy scene but ;))
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Cant believe there are people out there who discriminate pizza, (coughs @silkystark) and people who put pineapple on it (coughs @iloveyou3thousand) like smh stanning the wrong people.
SUCK MY FUCKING ASS 😡😡
Cant believe I’m an ass eater now
Cant believe there are people out there who discriminate pizza, (coughs @silkystark) and people who put pineapple on it (coughs @iloveyou3thousand) like smh stanning the wrong people.
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yes wonderful the person who cut my pizza deserves a prize for shittiest cutting job
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I demand spideyflash, like “oh my god I hate parker” to “wow cant believe we’re fucking” you know what I want and crave. Feed me I’m starving. uwu ❤️
Why did you have to make me ship this, hm? Here’s your fucking food, babie ❤️
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Flash scoffs the minute he walks into the bathrooms and it’s Peter standing over one of the sinks. Couldn’t he have picked a better time to go? Say, when Flash isn’t trying to have a minute alone?
Peter seems startled, looks up with those stupid wide Bambi eyes, and then quickly back down again like he doesn’t want to look at Flash too long. Flash could have rolled his eyes if he hadn’t caught sight of Peter’s open shirt that he’s trying to close up again, and the dark bruises that lay beneath.
He’s by Peter’s side in an instant, hand firmly wrapped around one of Peter’s wrists, eyes narrowing.
“Don’t—” Peter protests, but Flash doesn’t let go. He peels the arm away from Peter’s side until the other has to turn with the motion so they’re facing each other a little bit more. “Seriously,” Peter repeats, “Don’t.”
“What the fuck happened to you, huh?” Flash huffs, using his other hand to push aside Peter’s still open shirt despite Peter’s hand snatching out to try and push it away. Flash looks at the dark purple blooming across Peter’s abdomen, and if he gets sidetracked by some well-defined muscle, then no one has to know.
“Nothing,” Peter sighs, and kind of gives up struggling now that Flash had seen the discoloration anyway. It’s not like he has any more to hide. Except for maybe that big bruise on his shoulder, but it’s not like Flash is ever going to see that. “What do you care, anyway?”
“What do you care, anyway?” Flash repeats in a mocking voice, “I don’t. I just think that if you got beat to shit like this you should probably report it. Who did this?”
Peter looks away, and Flash tilts his head.
Pretty, he thought, Why does he always have to look so pretty?
Even with the fucking bruises. It’s stupid. And he hates it.
But what he hates even more is when Peter won’t look at him. It’s why he’s always looking for ways to catch Peter’s attention.
He reaches up a hand to Peter’s cheek to turn his head back toward him, but Flash didn’t take into account that it would bring their faces quite a bit closer with the way they’re standing. If the look on Peter’s face is anything to go by, it surprises him, too. Flash swallows and reminds himself to say what he was about to say, but forgets that his hand is on Peter’s cheek. His warm, soft cheek, straight jawline, bringing his gaze down to the corner of a sweet mouth, lips slightly parted—
Flash forgets what he was about to say. He watches as Peter’s throat bobs when he swallows, and clears his throat ever so delicately.
And shit, why hasn’t he pulled away yet? Why hasn’t Peter?
“Gotta be more careful with yourself, Parker,” Flash says, and his voice is soft, lacking its usual venom, “Next time it might not be your chest. Might be your pretty face instead.”
Peter blinks, his lips pursing around words that don’t come out for a second, “My…my pretty face?” he asks confusedly, and it’s so fucking adorable it’s the worst.
Flash’s hand brushes down from Peter’s cheek to the side of his neck, and while he wasn’t planning on taking the hand back, Peter’s fingers are suddenly around his wrist and holding his hand firmly in place. The hand could have pulled Flash’s hand away instead, but no. It kept Flash’s palm trapped against the side of Peter’s neck, and where his thumb is tucked up just under Peter’s jaw, he can feel Peter’s heartbeat rabbiting against the digit. Shit…
Flash’s expression goes slack, realizing that his own heart is beating just as fast. It’s almost nauseating.
He doesn’t know who moves first, but when their lips meet it’s warm and surprisingly gentle and Flash doesn’t care if it was him or Peter or both. Flash finally drops his other hand from Peter’s wrist to frame the boy’s face between both hands and kiss him deeper, allowing it to edge on desperate when the floodgates of suppressed emotion open and he can’t for the life of him pretend this isn’t what he’s wanted for the past few years.
And Peter’s kissing back. Maybe it’s a bit clumsy, but what he lacks in experience he more than makes up for with reciprocating Flash’s enthusiasm.
The kiss abruptly breaks when somewhere outside of the bathrooms, down the hall, a door opens and closes loudly. There is immediately a space of a couple of feet between them, and after a moment, it’s all silent again, aside from both of their heavy breathing.
Flash sniffs and straightens up, feigning indifference as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
“Like I said, just be more careful next time,” he shrugs, all cocky again.
He doesn’t leave, doesn’t move, and neither does Peter. Stunned silence falls between them again, at least on Peter’s end, and it grows unbearable really quickly.
“Well?” Flash snaps, giving Peter a look, “I’m not leaving. I came here to take a leak.”
Peter wordlessly buttons his shirt back up, and leaves the bathrooms, looking awfully flushed and awfully stunning while he’s at it.
Flash locks himself into one of the bathroom stalls, and doesn’t come out for a very long time.
Fucking finally, you had me starving there for a bit you dickwad. Thanks for the delicious food I can’t wait for next months feeding ❤️
This fic does have slight transphobia if you squint sooooo
OoOoOoO
Peter was the last one to get dressed into normal clothes once gym class was over. He took his sweet time since it was the last class of the day.
“Hey Penis!”
Oh yes, of course he wasn’t alone.
Peter groaned out of annoyance and continued to dig through his locker, looking for his normal shirt, “Yes Eugene?”
Two can play the name game.
Flash’s stomach always churned at the way Peter says his name, he hates it. He hates how Peter says it so perfectly.
Flash slammed the locker closed and Peter jumped, “I told you not to call me that, Penis.”
“Just because I don’t have a dick doesn’t mean I don’t have the balls to stand up for myself.”
“Don’t be mad because I’m a real man.”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Yeah sure whatever Eugene.”
Flash slammed the boy against the lockers, “I said not to call me that.”
Flash was taller than him by a good few inches but that didn’t stop Peter from getting in his face. “And I said to stop with Penis Parker but here we are.”
Peter had to admit, the sexual tension between the two of them was out of hand. Secret glances in class and while they changed, the touches that lingered when Flash held the boy by his shirt. Way out of hand. With Peter being this close didn’t help either.
Peter’s eyes roamed around Flash’s beautiful dark skin and the way his eyes looked like dark chocolate. The way his breath smelled minty, the way their lips weren’t touching, “God just kiss me already...”
Peter regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. He wait for Flash to punch him, to call him disgusting. None of that came.
Flash stood still, “What?”
He heard Peter but wanted to make sure, yeah they hated each other but the tension, that’s what made it difficult. Feeling each other’s breath just sparked something, and Flash hated it.
So why are they kissing like their lives depend on it?
Flash nipped the other boys bottom lip, asking for entrance and Peter allowed it. Tongue against tongue, teeth clashing, hands all over each other. It was far from perfect but it just felt right.
When they pulled a part for air Flash’s hand was still holding Peter’s face. “God, Parker. I fucking hate you.”
“Glad the feeling is mutual.” Peter pressed himself closer, his heat against Flash’s growing member.
Peter smiled, “Oh, Eugene, is that for me?”
Flash pressed his hand against Peters swollen lips and put his leg in between Peter’s, trying to place a distance, “Shut the fuck up, Parker, we cant get caught.”
Peter started to grind himself against Flash’s leg, breathing heavily in the others hand. His aching pussy wanting more, so Peter let his hands go from Flash’s chest all the way down to the boys pants.
“God, Peter, fuck. Okay I’m going to take my hand away but you have to shut up.”
Peter nodded, not wanting to come this close and have it all stop.
Flash removed his hand like he said he would and started to take his own pants off, “I can’t believe I’m going to fuck Penis Parker.” He mumbled to himself. Sure he thought of it a few times but never thought it would actually happen.
When Flash was done he looked up only to see Peter already taking his pants off and laying on the bench. Peter was breathing heavily and noticed how big Flash was. “Not only is your ego big but so is your dick? Wow, didn’t see that coming.”
Flash leaned over kissed him again, it was just as needy and messy as the first one, “Just for that, you don’t get to be prepped, you’re getting what I give you.”
Peter found that hotter than it needed to be, “Then fucking give it to me already, Eugene.”
Flash grumbled and started to push himself into the smaller boy, “I said-fuck-not to call me that.”
Peter felt every inch tear him apart, he gripped onto Flash’s forearms. Those will probably leave marks but neither of them cared.
“God, Eugene, please please please-“
Finally, Flash bottomed out. He looked down and automatically loved how Peter’s cunt was perfection, swallowing Flash, hot and tight, wet and inviting and all his.
Flash was brought back to reality when Peter started whining very loudly, “Eugene! I swear to god if you don’t start mov-“
They were back to Flash covering Peters mouth with his hand. “Shut-“ as slowly as Flash had entered Peter, he withdrew from the boy almost all the way, until only his tip remained inside. He then slammed forward again, a little faster, building up a rhythm. “-up.”
Peters moans were getting muffled and Flash wished to hear them but getting caught didn’t seem fun.
“God you’re so fucking annoying and needy, I shouldn’t even let you cum.” His thrusts were getting rougher and Peter loved it.
“Should just-god fuck-leave you here covered in my cum. Let people know you’re nothing but a slut.”
He was pounding into Peter earnestly now, and Peter was clutching at his shoulders, eyes glassy and unfocused, Flash removed his hand so he can hold Peter in place.
“One peep that’s too loud and I’ll fucking stop.”
Peter nodded, he’d do anything if it meant they wouldn’t stop. “Eugene-“ he whispered as softly as he could, “Eugene please, harder-fuck.”
Now who was Flash to say no to him?
“God, you begging is so hot.” He groaned, lifting Peter up from the bench and impaling the smaller boy on his cock, over and over.
Peter had no control at all, couldn’t do anything but hold onto Flash for dear life and take what Flash was giving to him.
And he fucking loved it.
Flash’s free hand went to Peter’s neck, squeezing, now that’s definitely leaving a mark. “This what you wanted, Parker? Getting fucked hard? Getting that sweet pussy destroyed?”
Peter let out a strangled moan, “E-Eugene, I’m-I’m gonna-“
“Do it then, cum all over my cock.”
Peter did. He bit into the others shoulder to muffle the scream.
Flash let go of Peters throat and gave two more thrusts before releasing inside of him. He slipped out quickly after and went to put his jeans back on.
Peters throat burned so good, “Eugene?” God his voice was raspy.
Flash was putting his belt back on, “Yeah?”
Peter started putting his own clothes back on, “Next time, can it be on something softer? I’m pretty sure I have splinters in my back.”
Peters words ran through Flash’s mind, ‘Next time’, fuck yeah there was gonna be a next time. “It’s gonna be on whatever surface I choose.”
Next time.