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I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAAAA

Scoops Ahoy Ken! - Steve Edition Imagine/Headcannon

Inspired by my post which is blowing up because everyone loves babygirl Steve 😫❤️

Ken Doll come to Life!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral (f & m recieving)(implied), nsfw below cut, fluff

So I’m thinking in the scenario where you randomly decide you’d like to buy a doll because you didn’t have a childhood where you got to play with dolls or any toys but as an adult, now on your own, you get to live out your dreams.

So you purchased this limited edition ken doll called “Scoops Ahoy Steve” because you thought he looked so pretty.

One day, you have a dream that he comes to life. Then, some luck of god and the next morning he’s life-sized and alive, sitting in your living room and waiting for you. You’d teach him about life and he’d be such a cute little himbo.

🍦 🍦 🍦 🍦 🍦🍦 🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦

Fluffy Headcanons

I think he’s the type to be very possessive of you because he still has memories of himself as a doll and remembers how well you’ve taken care of him so he’s madly in love with you

He’d try cooking for you but he’s not very good at it—because how the frick do you work a stove without burning everything down?

He knows how to fix a mean ice cream sundae, though 🍨

Scoops Ahoy Steve’s lore is that he’s a part-time babysitter so he’s great with kids and he’d like to imagine that someday you and him could have kids, however that works 🤭

Scoops Ahoy Steve’s personality is very whimsical because he’s always wanting to know about the world. Think of him like Giselle from Enchanted. He’s always so friendly with everyone he meets and loves putting smiles on everyone’s faces.

Whenever you’d curse too much, he’d lovingly call you a “sailor mouth”

Scoops Ahoy Steve makes such a great boyfriend because he loves to be attentive to you like a true Ken doll. He’s very supportive of everything you do and always wants to make you feel special

He loves wearing his sailor suit from time to time even though he has plenty of options of clothes to choose from since you’ve taken him shopping. He especially loves the way you look at him when he’s in it.

He’s very stylish though with his Ken doll background and sometimes will coordinate outfits for the two of you

He never has a bad photo or bad hair day. Ever even if you’ve tried catching him off guard the guy’s a model. Meanwhile, he has tons of photos of you in his phone ranging from cute to down right embarrassing but he loves looking at them whenever you’re not around

He gets a job as a manager to an ice cream place and he’s so happy because it’s what he knows and that the real world’s not such a scary place after all

He eventually adjusts better to our world and figures out he’s good at other things like playing sports and making children laugh. So he dreams of some day going to college to work towards being a teacher or coach 👨‍🏫

Again this man loves you. Like he LOVES YOU and will go all out to prove his love and devotion to you. I’m talking extravagant parties, anniversaries, just any event where he can make it all about you.

🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦🍦

NSFW Headcanons

Scoops Ahoy Steve would find your little ‘toy’ and he’d be so curious but jealous about it like, “Do you play with it as much as you did with me?” And it just be such an innocent question but he wouldn’t exactly understand the implications.

In the world he comes from, sex is nonexistent because everything is meant to be innocent. But he knows there’s more to just being boyfriend and girlfriend because he always gets the sudden urge to hold you down and kiss you, rubbing himself all over you

So when he finally does some research on exactly what that means, he’ll do everything he can to study the ways he can pleasure you

And pleasure you he does! The first time he performs oral for you was such an unsuspecting day because you didn’t see him as the type to be interested in sex. But that day he cooked you a meal he learned from a youtube tutorial, gave you some nice wine to sip on, and, of course, he wears thee suit. Then, once he feels like you’re relaxed enough he’ll start kissing all over your body.

You’d be so hot all over but feel like it’s wrong but he lips just feels so soft, wet against your skin after each kiss. You’d watch him kiss down your body, pulling off down your skirt and underwear and you’d know where this was going.

“You don’t have to do that, Steve. I’d love you even if we never—”

“But I need to,” He’d protest, eyes blown from a feeling of list he’s never experienced before. “I need to taste you.”

When the man eats, he’s a man starved. His studying paid off for sure because you think he’s mastered the art of cunnilingus. Every gasp and whine you make would egg him on and he’d do the most to get you to be as vocal as possible.

He wouldn’t mind when you’d curse all that much knowing how good you must feel. In fact, he’d even test some of those words on his lips as he moans into your core.

“Fuck, you taste so good, love. So creamy and sweet.” He’d groan against your core, thinking of all the various things he plans to do with you now that he’s had a taste. He’ll possibly involve some ice cream play in his next tryst with you.

Loves when you pull his hair and grind against his face because he knows he’s doing a good job

But he doesn’t understand the concept of overstimulation and tears of pleasure so when you weeping and forcing his head away 5 orgasms later, he thinks he did something wrong until you reassure that it’s so good that it becomes painful

He’s still confused asking you to show him so you ask if you could return the favor and you blow the hell out of him and his mind

Aftercare involves him just cuddling you and telling you how lucky he is to have you, hands all over your body to remind you that he loves your body as is even when you don’t always feel like beautiful.

We stan fictional men here! Scoops Ahoy Steve as white boy of the month pls 😘❤️😍

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softwebss · 1 year

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i would GLADLY bend over backwards for that suit and those horns while he fights.

#them horns makin me horny #idk this should be a catchphrase #loki daddy fr fr

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softwebss · 1 year

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thinking about a baker!tom kneading dough... i wanted to say more but honestly, what else could i possibly add

fuck it have an exert from my baker!tom wip that’ll never see the light of day ..... [context: y/n and baker!tom are in his bakery, getting close as they make some loaves of bread. this follows several weeks of teasing banter after y/n decided on doing a house swap w her sister, which has landed her (conveniently) in tom’s village...]

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“My arms hurt,” you complain, coupling it with a grimace. “How do you do this every day?”

Tom chuckles. “I do this multiple times a day, love. You get used to it.” He stands back from the counter, flexing his arms, and fuck, the way his biceps curl against his t-shirt draws a shiver down your spine. “Makes me ripped, too.”

You chuckle. “You’re not wrong there,” you mutter, too quietly for him to hear. You continue kneading the dough, moving a lot slower than before, and he stares at the way you work it.

“Your technique is a little wonky,” Tom says, not unkindly. He walks around the counter and settles at your side, so close that you can feel the heat coming from his figure. “You want to be rolling your wrists a little more.” You try to follow his pointers, but he clucks his tongue in disapproval. “Almost, love, almost… It’s more like… No, uh, wait, um. Can I…?” He looks at you questioningly, and you nod your head, not entirely sure what you’ve agreed to do, too distracted by the sparkles in his eyes.

Tom steps behind you. You stay still as he slowly winds his arms around you, propping his chin on your shoulder as he peers over your figure down at the countertop. His hands come down over yours, fingers tangling with yours, and he very carefully and precisely starts to move your hands. He’s warm to touch, and he’s so close to you that you can feel his breath coming out across your cheek. You find yourself wishing he was holding you a little firmer.

“Like this,” Tom murmurs, voice quiet. It feels intimate as he guides you, and you’re breathing shallowly. “Gently, but with purpose. Give it a little force, don’t be scared. Coax it.”

He releases your hands but he stays in place, his chin still on your shoulder and his chest brushed up against your back. It isn’t quite a hug, but it’s teasingly close.

“Like this?” you whisper. You imitate his movements.

“Perfect,” Tom coos. “Exactly like that. There you go.”

You chuckle at his praise, biting your lip nervously as your heart flutters in your chest. “It’s looking good,” you say, finally able to bring it into an oval shape.

“Looks spectacular,” he praises. “I can’t believe you’re only going to be around for a few more weeks,” he adds, and you can almost hear his pout. “You could be a real asset to the bakery if you stayed, Y/N.”

You chuckle, knowing he’s just being kind but appreciating the efforts nonetheless. “I only live an hour away,” you tell him. You tilt your head to look at him, and Tom finally steps away. He lingers close though, both hands slipping to hold your apron-covered waist as he settles at your side. It’s a loose side-hug, and his palms are warm and distracting. “I’m sure I’ll be back. I, uh… I’d like to visit.”

“Visit the village, or visit me?” Tom asks, almost smirking.

You feel flustered under his stare, and your mouth runs dry, but something about the way his gaze keeps dropping to your lips makes you bolder.

“Maybe a little bit of both,” you admit, voice quiet. Feeling him squeeze your waist, you raise an eyebrow. “You gonna miss me, Tom?”

He hums, very softly. His eyes drift down to your mouth, and you feel him pull you closer. You turn in his arms to face him, letting your hands fall to your sides as he examines you, carefully.

“Yeah,” he admits. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “I will.”

It’s like there’s a gravitational pull between you as you slowly start to lean in, Tom doing the same. All the days of building tension suddenly overflow, and your heart pulses in your chest as you feel his lips, soft and gentle, pressing up against yours. It’s very innocent, just a very warm peck, at first, and it leaves you close to him, Tom’s cold nose pressing against yours. You push back into him, meeting his mouth again and kissing him with a little more force, smiling into it when Tom returns the enthusiasm.

Your hands move up to his shoulders and you hold on for dear life, the world spinning as you kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him. His floury hands are on your waist, staining the apron, but you don’t care, because it feels like your hearts are slotting together, and you wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.

After a while of exchanging soft, nervous kisses, Tom pulls back to look at you, almost bashful. It’s such a contrast to his otherwise confident disposition that you wonder how you’re able to affect him so much.

“That was nice,” he mumbles. Very slowly, Tom drops his head to your shoulder and deposits an innocent kiss to the base of your neck He looks up at you beneath his lashes, questioning in his eyes. “You…”

A timer goes off across the kitchen, and both of you jump.

“Oh fuck.” Tom jumps from you, running around one of the counters and pulling open one of the ovens. “Forgot about the fucking croissants,” he murmurs.

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softwebss · 1 year

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my friends: “He’s violent and a murderer, and will hurt anyone who gets in his way”

me: “but…he’s so pretty 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”

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softwebss · 1 year

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recommend your favorite thriller in the tags or replies!

#literally the housemaid by freida mcfadden. this is literally the best thriller I've ever read fr fr

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softwebss · 1 year

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Marvel social media :)

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just horrifically bombed a math test so… peter comforting reader after failing a test but accidentally making her feel really stupid?

don't worry bestie, as somone several years out of high school, and a college dropout, grades really don't matter in the grand sceme of things. my testing has never once affected my life, but me (and peter) believe in you!

“C’mon, gimme a kiss.”

Normally kissing Peter Parker would snap you out of any kind of upsetting mood, however today nothing felt like it could get you out of your funk, and nothing could; not even the escape of sighing into your boyfriend's mouth.

You also weren’t one to turn down a kiss, so when he pressed a kiss to your mouth upside down, your head laying on his lap, his neck bent to kiss you, you still enjoyed it but it couldn’t wipe the frown from your mouth.

“Not even a Peter kiss can help? You must be really upset.”

You give him a big frown, his thumb rubs between your eyebrows.

“Tell me, baby.” His words are a whisper.

With a groan you sit up and stretch over the bed to grab your backpack, Peter takes this time to appreciate the view and smack down your ass, you whimper a ‘heyy,’ before grabbing a paper and shuffling back to him.

“Here, look at my failures and dump the dummy.”

Peter snatched the paper with a grumpy face, a sympathetic frown takes front when he sees the grade circled on top.

“Oh, baby.”

You take it as patronizing.

You rip the paper from his hands, it tears at the edges. “Nevermind, Peter. My fault for thinking you would have some form of sympathy, I forgot I was talking to the genius of Midtown.” Peter’s hands chase you, frantic, “No, no, no! I wasn’t being mean, baby! I swear I wasn’t being mean, c’mere, lemme see it.” You look him up and down wearily, he seems authentic, you hand it over one more time.

Peter looks over the test, front and back, flipping it multiple times to line up numbers. He looks your way a few times and back at the sheet, he’s trying to figure out how to say what you did wrong without you thinking he thinks you’re an idiot.

Finally he pats the space next to him, you slink over on your knees, the sheets scrunching around your pants. His left hand holds your worksheet, his right is resting on your thigh. “You made a common mistake, most people get it wrong, no biggie.” You lean against his arm, “show me, please.”

Peter grabs a pen and starts circling your missteps and rewrites the formula, he runs it through one more time. “And I just multiply that for the answer?” Peter was really pretty when he was explaining things to you, most of the time you were checked out, blissfully blinking at each word curled around his lips; you were trying to piece together what he was saying. “Correctomundo, babe.”

“Ew, don’t say that.”

Peter shoulder checked you, “disrespect me now but without me you’d be failing every class.”

He laughed. Peter laughed, like what he said was funny. Like he didn’t understand how that made you feel, not like you just basically hinted that your biggest insecurity was being dumber than him.

Fine, if he thinks you can’t pass without him, you’ll show him you can.

You fake a laugh with him, usually he can catch it. This time he doesn’t. You put away the test after that, not that you’ll tell him but you’ll ask for a retest, and pass, and then not tell Peter so he doesn’t feel like he can take the credit.

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Peter is, what he thinks, jealous for the first time in his life.

Well, he’s been jealous before. Like when Ned got that new monitor for his gaming setup, or when MJ was able to solve a rubik's cube in under a minute. Even that one time when Ashley Mulligan, a third grader, cheated off his test and that made her win star student of the week.

But he’s never been jealous before in his relationship with you, he’s never felt the need to. But after you spent so much time with Jeremy, he can’t even think of his name without souring, he can’t help the bubble forming in his gut.

“I really don’t mind helping you out, baby! I even cleared the desk for you!” Peter’s been grasping at straws for you to study with him, he’s always loved the extra time with you, and you actually learned from him and he feels like he helpt, and he loves helping you, he feels needed.

Maybe you felt like you didn’t have enough space?

You check to make sure everything is in your bag, “It’s not a problem, I don’t want to keep J waiting.”

She has a fucking nickname for J.

“J?”

You tilt your head like a dog, “Jeremy?”

Peter scoffs, his arms cross defensively. “Oh, we’re on nickname basis with this dude?”

“This dude,” you air quote, “is helping me with school.”

Peter runs a hovering hand down his body, “so was this dude!”

You understand now, he’s jealous and you switching up on him really hurt his feelings. But he did too, and if he thinks it was funny then so do you.

“He just understands me better.”

Peter feels like he’s been shot, his head is underwater. The one thing he thought he had, the thing he thought he was the best at, wasn’t good enough for you anymore. He doesn’t know when you started to feel this way, he’s only ever tried to help you and he thought he was doing it well, did he misread the signs?

“Oh, okay.”

Does he have something to worry about?

You feel bad, he looks upset. But maybe you’re too dumb to read it well.

“Okay? I’ll call you on my way home.”

Peter’s smile didn’t match his eyes.

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Peter flopped on the couch next to his aunt.

May looked to her side at her nephew and continued watching ID TV, Peter sighs loudly, May speaks without breaking eye contact on the screen. “It’s always the husband, watch it be the husband.” Peter sighs again loudly, May again talks, “everytime I watch these I always expect a twist and guess what? It’s the husband.” For the third time Peter sighs, this time May lets one out of her own and raises the remote to pause the channel.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s wrong, Peter?”

Pouty lips mumble words, his fingers play with the fringe on a throw pillow.

“Y/N’s gonna break up with me.”

May thinks her eyes are going to pop out of her head, “what?!”

Peter nods like it can’t be true, but it is. “Yup. So she can be with this guy, ‘J,’’ he uses air quotes, “she has a nickname for him now.”

Her eyebrows furrow, “what’s his name?”

Peter mocks a high pitched tone, “Jeremy.”

May snorts, “that’s a shit name, don’t worry.”

“My name is a euphemism for penis.”

May waves her hand, “when did she start hanging around him?”

Peter shrugs, “a few weeks ago. Apparently they only study together.”

This bothers him a whole lot more than he’s saying but May can pick up on it, she always can.

“I thought she only studied with you?”

“So did I.”

May hums, “any idea why she might?”

“She failed a math test and she thought I was going to call her dumb, but I never have!”

A gentle smile, “Pete, honey. Do you think it’s possible she feels intimidated by you? You’re smart, and you have a good heart but when you’re already embarrassed for flunking and you have a super smart boyfriend over your shoulder who you know thinks it’s childs math, you start to feel intimidated.”

Peter deflates, “but I’ve never made her feel inferior, and I don’t think of her as any less! Math is hard, you have to be exact, I know it can be hard! Everyone thinks Peter’s a genius, but Peter gets stuck on problems too!”

May tilts her head, he’s proved her point. “Does she know that?”

You’ve never seen him struggle but he’s watched you do it a million times. He doesn’t think you’re stupid or below him in any way, everyone has different strengths, yours isn’t math and that’s perfectly okay. Maybe if he shows you that he’s not some all knowing mathematician you’d feel less threatened.

Peter looks over at the TV, then at May.

“It’s the husband, right?”

May clicks play, “oh, totally.”

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Peter spun in his desk chair, a one eighty to face you.

He had almost forgotten.

“How’d you do on your test?”

You snap your neck up to see his face, he looks excited. It’s hard feeling upset when he only wants you to succeed, even when he’s not the one teaching you.

“I got a B.”

Peter rolls his eyes and huffs, “well, I would've gotten you an A, but I’m sure Jeremy is just fine.”

You blink, “he is, thanks,” you go back to reading, Peter decides it’s time for a heart to heart. He comes to find you on his bed, rolling until his knees hit yours. Peter’s fingers tap on your knees getting your attention.

“Baby, I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You freeze, “nothing’s wrong.”

His fingers squeeze your knees, “don’t lie, it doesn’t look cute on you.”

Peter reaches for your face, his hands cup the sides and forces you to look at him. Your lips are slightly squashed from his placement, you can’t avoid him now.

His voice comes out as a delicate whisper, he’s begging for the truth. “Be honest, did I make you feel dumb?” Peter feels your cheeks warm under his touch, your eyes dart around the room, anywhere but his face. “Baby?” Your eyes close, you can’t cry, not now.

“Oh, c’mon, baby. No crying, I’m the one that made you feel like a dummy.”

Your silence was answer enough, “hey, look at me,” he taps against your cheeks until you blink them open. His smile made you feel safe.

“I’m sorry. I promise you baby, there is nothing, shy of getting yourself hurt, that could make me think you’re dumb. Anything after algebra is useless math anyways, I just do it to keep my ego in check.” He smiles when you snort, “And if I did or said something to make you think otherwise then I’m sorry, but I really, really hate you’re getting help from another dude with a nickname.”

Your words are jumbled because of his hands, “you said I’d fail every class without your help.”

Peter frowns, “fuck, that’s mean.” His head shakes disapprovingly, “I didn’t mean it, I don’t even remember that, baby. I swear, it was just a shitty joke.”

“It might’ve been a joke but it really hurt my feelings.” Peter moves his right hand to brush some hair behind your ear, “I know I did, you had to outsource another man.” You smack his wrist away, “are you actually sorry or do you just feel threatened?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t pleasing you and you had to find someone who could, I can’t blame you for that.”

You groan, “you’re impossible.”

Peter gets serious again, when the moment gets too much he can always break the tension for a second. “Hey, I mean it. I’m sorry, it was a stupid thing to say and I really, really miss having you over. And I promise if you ever feel that way again, let me know and I’ll dial it back. Sometimes I even get ahead of myself.”

You push your forehead against his and pull back, “it’s okay, I didn’t tell you so it’s not your fault you didn’t know.”

Peter holds his breath, “does this mean Jeremy fucks off now?”

You can’t help the laugh that tumbles, “yes, Jeremy can fuck off now.”

“Good.” Peter’s hand pulls you in, right before you connect you grab a hand at his shoulder and clench the fabric as he settles his mouth against yours. He tries to pull away but you hold him there, just a moment longer.

“I wanna show you something.”

You’re in a post kiss haze, you’d say yes to anything he wants right now. He kicks his feet off the floor and it sends the chair back to his desk, his hands digging through his drawers. Peter finally untucks a leather notebook from the back of a drawer, you’ve never seen it before, and you’ve been together for a while.

Consider your interest peaked.

Peter pats his thigh, an invitation to a seat. Who are you to ignore the call?

His left arm loops around your waist when you sit.

“This notebook holds all my dirty little secrets, wanna see?” Peter chuckles at your amusement, your head bobbles with your nod, he pinches your side, you lean into his body to escape his fingers.

“Contrary to popular belief, Peter Parker, the thoughtless, no effort, mega genius who knows everything, does not know everything. And I’m definitely not always perfect on the first try, most of the time I’m just lucky.”

You tried to question where this was going, how did it have any connection to a journal?

He pushes it in front of you.

“Open.”

Your fingers twitch, you open the front cover, it creaks. The inside page is empty, no ‘this journal belongs to,’ no name, no number, nothing. The next page is full of notes, cursive letters you’d need a moment to decipher, circled markings and animated question marks.

The next page had numbers all over it, it bled into the opposite page. Numbers written over and over and over, each one crossed out, arrows to move numbers around, swapping patterns and numbers. Frustrated scribbles that broke through the page behind it when you turned.

The same combination of numbers jumbled on the page, now a string of ‘fuck’s’ gradually got bigger in the collums of the page, finally a number and equestion was circled in bright red three times. You flipped through seven more pages, each one riddled with most of the same math patterns, some of them were with spanish triple underlined with a ‘dumb fuck,’ written in the corner, it drew your lip down, he wasn’t allowed to think of himself that way.

Peter wasn’t perfect. He struggled with things too, and he wasn’t always right. Sometimes he had to get through thirty possibilities until he found one that worked, other times he just couldn’t remember that damn word. He had just shown you an incredibly private thing in his life, something that you knew he’d never planned to show someone. Something that showed the human in him, he wasn’t so superb all the time.

“Math is fucking hard sometimes.”

Peter was nervous, your Peter was nervous that you saw that. You saw his breakdowns and frustrations and negative self talk. He’s glad you stopped when you did, the next section was AP probability and statistics, and if you saw the things he said about himself then? You’d have him committed.

You blow air from your mouth, “tell me about it, champ.”

His fingers tickled along your hips, your stomach tightened with butterflies and pulses when his hands sneaked under your t-shirt and layed above your beltline. “Why’d you never show me before?”

Peter places a kiss on your arm, “it’s embarrassing.”

You scoff and turn to him with fervor, “it’s not! I don’t think it’s embarrassing, and I don’t think you’re dumb at all! I’d never judge you for that, petey. Math is fucking hard sometimes, you’re right! But no, not embarrassing and definitely not a dumb fuck, please never call yourself that, I’d have to fight you and I don’t want to actually embarrass you.”

Peter tries to stop the growing grin, he has to bite his lip, the irony is sticky sweet to him. You wait for a response, his amusement both aggravating and confusing you. After a moment in silence and staring at his smug grin you connect the dots.

“Oh, fuck. It’s a ditto, moment, huh?”

He just nods happily.

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