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valentine-cafe · 2 months ago

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Hello!! Rasui-obsessed anon here! First time requesting and I’m a bit new here so sorry if I get it wrong!

( smut ) for ftm reader please? You just wanted to spend some time with the ever so busy Rasui in his office, being clingy and wanting to get intimate without disturbing his work, you suggest cockwarming!! But then it totally backfires cause now you’re all needy and whiny after a while and trying so hard not to beg him to fuck you because you don’t want to bother him anymore than you already have!!

love you guys lots! can i also be 🦐 anon hehe

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The scratch of a pen. It scribbles away so skillfully over paper. Yet the itch within you is left to swelter. So close - and yet so far.

Deep mahogany seems most interesting to you in the moment. Or at least, that is what you wish to delude yourself with. Your focus hones on the scatter of documents full of text you can barely decipher. Not that you would be able to even if you understood. Not with the warm, thick cock that fills you to the brim. A perfect stretch to your rim that you fight to hell-and-back not to clench up around your hard-working boyfriend.

How dutiful is he. Only one hand to write away at his work that you so desperately wish he would discard. Why can’t it be you on the table with his hands all over you?

Instead you will have to settle for the touch of ember upon your thigh with a calloused thumb lazily tracing circles. Mindlessly, you assume. For Rasui has yet to let out so much as a peep.

While you are here. Suffering. Needing.

All it would take is a small dip of your hips. A rock back into his lap to send fireworks through your twist of a tummy. Perhaps a tender word uttered to his ear where brunette locks lap along his lobes neatly. The slightest of pleads and you knew - work would become an afterthought.

Alas, anxiety is a fickle thing. The mere possibility of him looking at you with those flames of his eyes dampened with disappointment. The warmth of his voice drained into a dull scold: “I told you I am busy.”

It almost loops your tummy more than the intense pleasure that throbs along your gummy walls. They remember his rough thrusts, and they flutter. As though crying out for him to wreck them as he usually does. Simple grinds. Slothful humps. Whatever he wants.

Anything, but the stillness of a lake. One that you drown in. Agonisingly.

That irritable lump that continues to form inside of your throat refuses to go away. Regardless of how much you attempt to swallow it. A sigh escapes the man from behind your back. Heavy and tired. As are the few last scribbles on the current document that plagues his mind so clearly.

All before he moves on to the next. Endless. Piece of document paper, that has laid in the piles of documents.

What else can you do but cry out internally? The flames within your soul feel as though they will rage through your entire form soon enough and rip you to shreds from the need. Yet he knows none of what you feel —

In the reality of it all, he is very aware. It is all a game. Why should he tell you? Oh the cruel man of magma and fire reaching high up to the skies that he is. He recognises the loopy look.

It is sweet. That you think you remain unseen and unnoticed. Without the slightest of realisation you clench around him mindlessly. The way your eyes squint. Pearly whites biting down upon the plush skin of a bottom lip.

“Careful, darling, you’ll break skin.” He murmurs, eyes remaining where they have all this time. The sheet of paper, gathering the slightest of burn marks from the heat emitting from him.

With teeth halting immediately, and a breath hitched quietly. Your eyes move to focus somewhere else in the room — Perhaps a smell could distract you? Cinnamon? No. . . No that is just Rasui.

The window displaying the society of shades’ bustling nightlife? Most uninteresting. It gets harder and harder to not allow a whine or more out of your lungs. Head limping back against his shoulder.

“Sweet thing. You are bothered.”

Oh. Oh this bastard. The question carried such innocence. Feigned, you’d assume no less. You couldn’t do anything, it was mock. Was it not? “I am— I am okay, just tired.” The response earns the lift of a dark brown brow, and a huff. Flames puff into the air from the locks of hair at the top of his head.

“Certainly?” You yelp at the words slipped out into the atmosphere of the room, for you felt his hips shift below you. Pistoning up, as if to adjust. And then he begins to act as though nothing had happened? Pretending. Infuriating.

A part of you wishes to spin around. Hook your legs through the loops of his black office chair and ride him until creaks bounce off of the wall in an endless drone. What a sweet fantasy that is. If you promptly ignore his difference in strength in comparison to you. How easy it would be for him to simply shove your form across his table and fuck you senseless. Surely the chair creaking would be replaced the legs of the desk skidding rhythmically across the floor in no time.

Your mini mirages send another shudder through your body. Your walls flutter around his dick with one of your innermost crevices nursing along that one vein that makes Rasui restrain a groan of his own.

He couldn’t give you what you want just yet, now could he? Not when the payoff of your pitiful begging would be all the more sweeter. He spoils himself in the slightest with traces of his heated lips along your shoulder. A flicker of taste to the confection yet to come.

The click of a tongue breaks the silent. You catch his frustrated scribble of a signature on a document you barely have the chance to read, before he shuffles it beneath the stack of paper. Another operation he does not agree with - you assume.

The ball of irritation that has so stubbornly nestled itself within your core quickly bubbles into guilt. Here you are, whining over not having his dick pounding you sore.

Out of habit, you shift around in an attempt to quell the prickle of conflict within you. It seems you have so easily forgotten of your favourite cock that is buried so deep within you. Its pulses are swift to remind you, coupled with the spurt of pleasure that rattles through your body.

“Fuck,”

It is a cross between desperacy and bliss. What a cruel mix to lather itself over you skin and set your nerves ablaze. Your muscles move on memory and chase the spark of pleasure with stiff cradles of your hips. Sense and conscience flung out the window you so uselessly attempted to distract yourself with.

Surely, if you hadn’t snapped yourself back into presence, your moans would have poured through it shamelessly as well.

“Mm. What’s this?”

“Rasui. . . please.”

You can deny the shivers that course through your body no longer.

It truly was a pain in and of itself. Why could your nails not be scratching hard across the beautiful desk at this moment as you got fucked intensely?

Why did it have to imagination and nothing more?

“Please? Please what, habibi?” He croons. The deep timber of his voice vibrating through your right ear. With the mission to twist your tummy once more and have you clenching.

The needy begs he wants to hear from you— they are not coming. And it sets him ablaze. In the literal way as much as it is figurative. Emotions scattered and screaming, like a wildfire spreading across a meadow.

Hungry, tearing into it.

Just like the flames that surround his office, you feel the ones from him surround your body. Licking away at your skin in possessive manner. As if the flame had a life of it’s own.

You moan out quietly as he shifts his hips into an upwards angle, the throbbing tip of his cock hitting at the sensitive bundle of nerves you had been needing to feel getting fucked into.

“I need — I needyou. Rasui, I nee—ed you, need you so bad—”

And as you went on, you would come to feel the familiar rhythm, slow. Agonising, but despite it all you revered in it.

The pleasure shot bliss straight to your head. Nausea mixing with the pleasure and overwhelm. Furthering your whines as you cling onto him. A groan escapes your throat. Only to cut off into a gasp, when calloused, hot, flaming fingers find your nipple.

Thumb swiping across your top surgery scar. Whilst the heated voice in your ear whispers: “It is pitiful. How you wait, I am right here. Take.”

And there’s the skid of the table.

A familiar weight presses you down as though you are one of those documents. Rasui’s body so firmly pins yours against the smooth wood of his desk. It creates such a delightful friction to your already perked nipples that slide and scrape across the surface.

The hand that stroked along your thigh has found home on your head. With strength that could rage embers through vast forests, it forces your face to half-press against the solid surface. It is a sensation you would have no time to delight in. Not with the fierce claps of hips to your ass. Warmth of flame and force combined.

“Is this what you wanted?” You feel the fire lap from his tongue and lips. They kiss at your ear with a familiar heat that boils in the core of your tummy as thrusts wreck your body. Cinnamon floods your senses - more potent than earlier. An addictive aroma. Almost akin to the delicious feel of his cock splitting your walls open.

“Wanted to come around here. Disturb my work.”

His palm joins the assault. It smacks at your ass and grips at the soft flesh. The perfect leverage for him to angle his thrusts and knock against that one, darling spot. Flames might have consumed you whole - yet white floods your vision in waves. White. Hot pleasure that crawls up your throat and forces your mouth open. Subjecting the office to your moaning melody.

“All so this needy hole could get a good fucking, hmm?”

“Y-Ye - yes yes - yeesss ah! ‘m sorry-”

The table legs screech against the floor at the rise in tempo. Your nails sing in tandem from the scratches they etch into the wood. Just as you wanted them to.

Much like the bright burning stars that litter the night sky, embers scatter off of your joined bodies. Flaming hands keep you down against the wooden surface. Whilst the only thing that burns you are his nails, that dig into the skin of your waist.

A small moaned out scream mixed with pleasure and pain runs around the room. Like a wild animal on the lose. It makes you lightheaded.

The feral feel that swells within your stomach. Your sensitive hole begging for more, whereas your body only seems to collapse more against the desk each time.

“o- o-h! — o — ngh-m hn— R-Ra-sss-zuii!” You moan out loud. Yet what meets you instead is a hand squeezing tight at your thigh and leaving a few burn marks. Whilst sharp teeth find purchase in your shoulder.

“Not that. Say it right.”

The command is shot at your heart, and oh the weakness that spins around with it. In a dance of fresh air and lava pools trying to catch the wind.

Thinning your lips on instinct as the pleasure grows. It takes another hard thrust into the right spot for you to spill out messy calls for him. “D—Director— Di— Director Rasui— ngh — Pl-Pleas-ah!”

“Good boy— thas’ it, good boy.” grunts against your ear, as the pace whips itself out of rhythm. Even if he tried to keep it going, your desperate pleas sent him straight back home to the elemental realm. The sweetest song he has ever heard.

How can he deny you the pleasure of being full of his hot seed when you sing for him so delightfully?

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theemporium · 7 months ago

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[3.5k] luke hits the west coast for his first long roadie of the season with some unsettling feelings about leaving jersey for so long. who would have thought his biggest problem on the road would end up being looking at his caller id over the actual hockey games he was playing? (smut)

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hockey boy: u up?

Luke Hughes had never felt like more of a fuck boy than he did the moment he had sent the text—which was ironic when he was quite literally the opposite of a fuckboy.

He hadn’t even meant for it to come across that way. Genuinely, he did not.

Despite being officially in the NHL for over a month now, this was the first time Luke was going on a roadie across the country whilst wearing the New Jersey red on his back. Most of their away games had been in nearby cities, where they would maybe spend a day or two in another city before returning to Jersey.

But this was the longest one yet—a full ten days in the west coast for games against San Jose, LA and Anaheim.

He wanted to say it wasn’t a big deal, that he was used to the life of hockey taking him to new cities and states. But things were different in the NHL. The stakes were higher, the games meant more even this early in the season, things just felt a lot more intense.

But it felt stupid to confess as much to his brother or any of the other boys when he literally played in the playoff games last season, when the stakes were the Cup.

However, Luke couldn’t shake off the weird intensity of the roadie. He played off Jack’s concerned looks with some bullshit excuse that he was tired, that he was just struggling to sleep these days. It didn’t wave away his older brother’s concern but it got him off his back for a little bit. It let Jack focus on a different concern and not the real reason (that felt borderline childish to admit) that he felt on edge about leaving Jersey for so long.

And it meant that Luke was laying in the hotel room alone whilst Jack was out with some of the other guys on the team for dinner, embracing the one free evening they had before the game tomorrow against San Jose.

He had flipped through a variety of shows on the tv and scrolled through endless apps on his phone before he gave in, his finger hovering over the send button before he clicked it.

It hadn’t even hit him how his text sounded until your reply came through a few moments later.

cherry🍒: damn hughes

cherry🍒: you gonna ask me what i’m wearing next?

His cheeks instantly burned hot, something quite like embarrassment and awkwardness bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

At least it was hard to focus on the upcoming games when he was too busy thinking about the quickest ways to flee the country and change his identity.

hockey boy: absolutely not

Luke’s fingers moved fast on the screen, already drafting up a second message when your reply came through.

cherry🍒: rude :(

cherry🍒: maybe I had something special on for you

And that was enough to make his brain go blank, the sentence he was in the middle of typing long forgotten as he stared at the words on his screen. He almost felt guilty how quickly his imagination came up with images of you back on his bed, just like his birthday party, in something short and sexy and—

He almost dropped his phone on his face when it began buzzing in his hand, scrambling to sit up in his bed as he answered.

“H-Hello?” He cleared his throat, his face burning warmer when he heard your laugh on the other side.

“You sound a little caught off, Hughes,” you teased, lighthearted and playful. “Did I interrupt something?”

“I—no!” Luke exclaimed, though something inside him relaxed when you laughed again. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean for it to come off like that. I swear. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think so considering it’s been five minutes since my last message and you hadn’t replied yet. Not really setting the mood there.”

He shook his head, his lips twitching upwards. “So you’re saying you’re not wearing something special for me?”

“Unfortunately not. Just some sweats and a hoodie.”

“Hm,” Luke hummed before frowning, taking a quick glance at the time on his phone before he swore under his breath. “Shit, I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

You laughed and something in his chest tightened as he imagined the soft smile on your face as you did so. “No, I couldn’t get to sleep. I was just watching some random episode of The Vampire Diaries before you called.”

Luke blinked. “The what?”

You fell silent for a moment. “Tell me you’re joking.”

He paused as well before he spoke in the most unconvincing voice. “I’m joking?”

“Forget watching it, how have you never heard of it?!”

“I don’t know!” Luke defended weakly, shuffling back further against the pillows. “Is this your subtle way of telling me to watch it?”

“No!”

He frowned. “No?”

“I want to watch it with you. I want to see your reactions.”

Luke snorted but he didn’t disagree, something fond and warm bubbling in the pit of his stomach at your insistence. “Fine, deal,” he mused. “But it would have at least given me something to do.”

“Wow, is Jack that boring of a roommate?”

He laughed. “Nah, he went out with some of the other guys for dinner.”

“You didn’t feel like joining?”

“Not really,” he admitted.

“How come?”

“Just…didn’t feel like it,” he said, his fingers tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie as the spiralling thoughts began to creep in again. Like a reminder he wasn’t just lying on his bed back in Jersey talking away to you on the phone, that he was actually on the other side of the country.

And it seemed like you sensed his reluctance, the shift in his voice like he seemed distant and you wanted to pull him back in.

“So you try to sext me instead?” Your voice was playful and taunting and he could imagine the smirk on your face so clearly.

“Shut up,” he groaned, his cheeks burning once again. “I didn’t—”

“You so did.”

“That was not my intention at all,” he retorted.

“Damn, Hughes, didn’t take you for a phone sex kind of a guy?”

Luke could only thank some superior being above that it wasn’t a facetime call, that you couldn’t see how bad he was blushing. “I am neither a sexting or phone sex kind of guy.”

“Boo, it’s more fun than you would think.”

His nose scrunched up. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it, Luke.”

…

Despite being in two very different states, Luke had found himself on the phone with you most nights of the roadie so far.

It wasn’t really a co-dependent thing, like Jack liked to tease him about when he caught Luke waiting for your message saying you were free to call after the game in LA. It was a similar feeling he had with his friends back in Michigan or his brothers, this strong urge to tell you things. He wanted to share it with you, he wanted to tell you about something stupid Jack did in the locker room or the weird drink Curtis smuggled him at dinner.

And in turn, he wanted to hear about your day too. He wanted to hear about how the nice barista at the coffee shop on the way to work gave you a free cookie because she fucked up your order by accident. He wanted to hear about the way your upstairs neighbour had taken up tap dancing and seemed to only find eleven o’clock at night the most appropriate time to practise. He just wanted to hear you talk.

Luke was at least self-aware enough to realise he was being a bit insane with the phone calls every night when he was only gone for over a week. But day six into a ten day roadie and he just kind of wished he was chilling on your couch when listening to these stories rather than a nondescript hotel room he shared with his brother with limited privacy.

However, the phone calls had become such a routine over the last few days that he didn’t even think twice when he picked up his buzzing phone, answering and putting it on speaker as he walked towards his suitcase in only a towel.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for your call,” Luke said, an easy smile on his face as he quickly grabbed some clothes to change into after his shower.

“Really? I didn’t realise you missed me that much. I miss you too, dude.”

Luke froze, his eyes widening as he snapped his gaze back towards his phone. He quickly grabbed it off his bed, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ when he realised it was Ethan, not you.

“Luke? You still there?”

“Uh yeah,” Luke cleared his throat. “Sorry, I just came out of the shower. So, uh, what’s up?”

“I caught the game, just wanted to make sure you were alright. Looked like a tough game but you were killer out there, bud.”

He paused, his lips twitching upwards. “You watched the game?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, dude. The boys watch every game we can. Our boy is in the big leagues! We gotta support you.”

“I didn’t know,” he admitted, his chest tightening a little.

“We miss you on the team, gotta get our fix somehow,” Ethan joked, lighthearted and playful.

And yet, Luke felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Despite flying out for his birthday party, he hadn’t really been messaging the boys back in Michigan as much as he should have. He knew they were also giving him space to settle into the NHL lifestyle and they were busy with classes and such, but his own surprise from Ethan calling confirmed enough that he needed to reach out more.

“I miss playing with you guys too,” Luke confessed, and it was true. He loved the Devils and he loved living out his dream but a small part of him itched to be back on the ice with his UMich boys again.

“Yeah but you never threw us around like that.”

Luke let out a groan, ignoring Ethan’s laughs. “I didn’t mean to knock him over like that, it was just the momentum!”

Ethan’s laughs only got louder.

…

It was the night before the Anaheim game when Jack had all but bolted out the room, muttering something about hanging out with Trevor and that he would be back before dinner.

In all honesty, Luke didn’t question it much. He just waved his brother off, saying he was going to have a small nap before he started getting ready for whatever restaurant Trevor had booked for them (assuring that it would fit their diet plan but Luke wasn’t convinced). Between the travelling and training on the road, Luke found himself more exhausted than he was from back-to-back games in Jersey.

And he genuinely was going to nap until his phone buzzed with a message from you and he found himself dialling your number before he could help himself.

“A call already? You didn’t even give me a chance to try sexting you.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what the point is.”

“I like hearing you get all flustered and nervous.”

“Yeah but it’s not really the same thing, is it?” He commented, running a hand through his curls before tugging his hood back over his head. “Surely it’s just a bit…awkward.”

“It can be hot if you do it right,” you corrected him. “Personally, I think phone sex is better but it can be fun to sext too. Like a thrill, you know?”

“Yes because nothing sounds sexier than talking about sex,” he mused.

“It’s not like that,” you laughed, shuffling around on the other side of the phone. “Think of it like…foreplay.”

His brows furrowed together. “In what way?”

“You aren’t together but you’re telling each other what you would want to do if you were. What you wish you could be doing. And you’re listening to it all, listening to them get off to your words.”

Luke swallowed harshly. “It still sounds awkward.”

There was a pause on the other side. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, shifting a little in his spot. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to facetime them and see them?”

“It’s about using your imagination, Luke,” you hummed, sounding amused by his grasp on phone sex. “It’s about taking the scraps of what they tell you and letting your brain run wild with it.”

He let out an unconvinced hum.

“Still sceptical?”

“Maybe.”

There was a small pause before you spoke again. “You’re alone, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Luke nodded, even if you couldn’t see him. “Jack won’t be back for another few hours so—”

“So you can be a good boy for me?”

His brain went blank.

“C’mon, Luke.” He could almost hear the smirk in your voice. “Remember what we said about words?”

“Yeah,” he let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, I can be…good.”

“I know you can, you’re always so good f’me,” you commented, so nonchalant and casual like your worlds didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. “Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “I’m lying in bed, talking to you. But you know that—”

“What are you wearing?”

Luke glanced down at himself, the Devils branded hoodie and UMich sweatpants hardly the sexiest of outfit choices but he muttered out his response regardless. “Isn’t that the exact line you teased me about earlier?”

“You telling me you’re wearing something special just for me?”

He snorted, despite himself. “Hardly.”

“That’s fine. You look better without anything anyway. A shame you’re all the way in California, would’ve been nice to have you all to myself.”

He gulped. “Is this where I use my imagination to guess what you’d do to me?”

“If you want,” you said, laughing softly and it almost felt like you were right there beside him. “Or I could tell you how I miss hearing those pretty noises you make when you come, the little moans you let out when I touch you.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “How do you just say those things so…easily?”

“Because I know what I like and I’m confident with saying what I want. And I really like making you come, you’re always so sweet. You get so blushy and shy, it’s cute. I could only imagine what you’d be like when I get my mouth on you.”

Luke squirmed, his hand reaching down to press down on the length of his cock like it would ease the way he was twitching at her words.

“Would you like that, Luke?”

“Y-Yeah,” he breathed out, nodding even if you couldn’t see him.

“Bet you would look so pretty, all shy and nervous to touch me even if you wanted to,” you continued, his eyes fluttering shut like he could pretend you were really in the room with him, like you were really whispering all of this in his ear. “But I would want you to, Luke. I would wanna feel your hands in my hair, wanna see you take control.”

“I would,” he mumbled out, his hand slowly stroking himself over his sweatpants as he imagined it. As he imagined being sat on your couch, with you kneeling between his legs and your eyes glued on his reactions. It made his whole body feel hot and flustered.

“Yeah, baby? You’d take control? Fuck my mouth?”

He was almost embarrassed by the noise he let out.

“Are you touching yourself right now? Letting your imagination fill in the blanks?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“Good, baby, good. Keep touching yourself, keep making yourself feel good.”

“Wish it was you,” he managed to mutter out, his cock straining under the fabric of his boxers and sweatpants. However, any embarrassment or lingering awkwardness was long gone as he pushed them down to his knees, not even bothered to kick them off as he got his hand on himself.

“Yeah? Me too, baby. I wish I was with you now, could watch you squirm and beg f’me with your dick down my throat.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, squeezing the base of his cock as he tried to mimic the night of his birthday, to mimic the feeling of your hand on him instead. “That’s…vulgar.”

You laughed, and it shouldn’t have been so hot to him but it was. “Too much? You don’t want me to talk about how badly I wish that it was you touching me right now?”

“You’re touching yourself right now?” It was almost a wheeze, like the air had been knocked out of his lungs and it hadn’t even hit him until that moment that you were in the same position as him.

“Mhm,” you hummed, all sweet and high-pitched and it reminded him of the noise you made just before you came on his fingers. “If I was more patient, I would’ve got a toy. Would’ve felt way better.”

“Toy?” He rasped.

“Jealous?” You teased, unaware of the way Luke turned his head to the side, biting down on his pillow to hold back his groans as he continued to stroke himself. “I’ll show you when you’re back.”

“Show me on yourself?”

“I can use them on you too, pretty boy, if you could handle it.”

“I…could,” he muttered out, listening to the breathy, moany laugh on the other side of the phone.

“We’ll see,” you hummed. “Maybe I’ll send you a video for your next roadie. Keep you occupied while you’re away.”

“Nuh uh,” he bit out, shaking his head. “This. I like this. I like hearing your voice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, his stomach twisting as his thumb swiped over the head of his cock and rubbed the small bead of precum along his slit. “S’close.”

“Come f’me, wanna hear you come.”

It was a bit of a mindfuck if Luke was completely honest with himself. The pleasure running down his spine, leaving his body hot and heavy and just as good as it did when he was with you didn’t make sense to him. Listening to the little breathy moans and whines you let out when he came all over his hand, as he listened to you get yourself off shouldn’t have made his dick twitch so soon. He shouldn’t have been able to make himself come so hard just from some dirty talk from you, and yet he had.

Though, Luke didn’t have a lot of explanations when it came to the way you made him feel.

“You still there?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, his eyes still shut as he laid on the bed, practically melting into the sheets beneath him. “Kinda need that nap now.”

You snorted. “You should clean up before you fall asleep.”

“Five minutes,” he murmured out, a lazy smile on his face as your laugh echoed through the phone.

…

He was rushing to button up his shirt when his phone rang again.

He was already running late for the reservations Trevor made for dinner (if the constant stream of messages from Jack was telling him anything) and his nap lasted longer than he expected. But he couldn’t bite back his smile as he reached for his phone, his thumb already swiping to answer the call as he rummaged through his suitcase to find his cologne.

“You’re out of luck if you’re wanting to go for a round two,” Luke mused once the call had connected, an odd wave of confidence in his voice as he spoke.

“Round two of what?”

Luke froze, yanking his phone away from his ear to see Quinn’s name on his screen. He let out a muttered ‘what the fuck’ under his breath, an odd sense of deja vu from his phone call with Ethan washing over him before he quickly answered his eldest brother.

“Uh, nothing,” he laughed off, resisting the urge to yank on his own hair after he had spent the better part of the last fifteen minutes trying to make his curls look presentable. “Just some…exercise challenge thing Jack and I were trying out.”

“And you think he would call you about it? Aren’t you two together right now?”

“Yes. No!” Luke shook his head at himself. “No, he’s in Nico’s room right now.”

“I thought you were getting dinner with Trevor?”

“Right,” Luke laughed once again, awkward and strained. “We are. He just…had to tell Nico something first. You know Jack! Just…always attached to Nico’s hip.”

There was a moment of silence before Quinn spoke again. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel great, actually! Speaking of, I need to go so I’ll call you later. Okay, great, bye!”

He slammed the small red button until the call disconnected, throwing his phone down on his bed and letting out a long, deep sigh. He really needed to start looking at his phone before answering calls, it was getting a bit ridiculous.

Luke finished getting ready, shoving some shoes on and making his way towards the elevator as he began typing out a message before slipping his phone into his pocket, already preparing himself for Jack’s whining about how late he is by the time he reached the lobby.

hockey boy: remind me to give you a personalised ringtone when i’m back in jersey

#luke hughes #nhl #new jersey devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes one shot #luke hughes smut #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot #nhl smut

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gooobraghhh · 4 months ago

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intro post

- Giovanna, 19 , bi mtf (1yr HRT)

- Switch, mostly dominate

- extremely t4t (mainly trans guys)

-open to asks, dms are also fine (but if you’re specially engaging me in a way we’re you want me to send dom messages use asks because doing dom stuff takes effort and I don’t have the time to dom a bunch of people in dms) Dms were we talk more normally are good and encouraged, also photos are fine

Sfw account is @resident-white-woman

Anyone who donates to my go fund me and sends proof can get nudes if they want <3 really need to move out :(

Into: teasing, anal, free use, somno, praise, degradation , light cnc, humiliation, light knife play, bondage, orgasm control/ denial, thigh riding, puppy play, intox

Limits: fauxcest, detrans, piss, scat, feederism, under ageplay,

( you can still interact if you participate with these but don’t involve me in them. If it’s anything too much for me I’ll just block)

If you’re a sissy kink blog don’t interact with me

Pet names: Ma’am, Mistress, Miss, Mommy is fine but I don’t like momma, mama, mom or any other variation (dominate),

pet, slut, good girl (submissive)

Anatomical terms: dick/ cock fine in moderation, prefer fem anatomical terms if applicable. Don’t like transfem specific terms like girl cock or princess wand.

Adding sorting tags now that I’m getting more used to tumblr:

#gooobraghhh-text

#gooobraghhh-photo

#gooobraghhh-asks

#gooobraghhh secret 4th category

#gooobraghhh-audio

(Some ask responses might have the text tag if they are hot enough, secret 4th is for anything that doesn’t fit in the other 3 tags)

Taken anons: 🐾,🫀,🦐, 🪶,🥐, 🥺,🚜,🍬, 🥀,🫐🐕, 🐮, 🎱,☢️,🍃,💋,🪽,☂️,💜, 🦴♟️,♟️,🦩, ❤️‍🩹, 🦨,❄️/🎮, 🦷,🕸️🐾, 🌹,🧸,🩵,🐺,🐇,🐾🧃,J🐕,🌱,🪲,🍊,👑,🦝,🌌,🖤,🪺,🦇,🐌,💫,😶,🐕‍🦺, 🥩,🦌,🌕,🥩🐾,🍒,🕶️,🪴,🎠⭐️,🥩🦴, 🕯️, 🍓, 🐐,💖,🦈,🕊️, 🪐,💿,🌻,🧡,🍑,☀️,😖,🩸,🫣,🐻,🪓,🦉,🍙,🦚,🩻,🐈‍⬛,🐏, 🃏,🧜‍♂️,💚,👾,🕯️,♠️, 🐾📟, 🍀🐾, 🖇️, 🍀, 🤸‍♂️,⚰️, 🐇💐,🪱, 🥃, 🐟, 🚅,👑💎, 🐾💫, 🤭, 👻,🐶🐟,🪝,🪖🦨,🩰🔱🩰, 🫁,🧶, 🌟🐾

Even if you have an emoji try to have your pronouns/ gender in asks. hard to remember everyones. I receive a lot of asks and will delete them for any reason, usually I just couldn’t think of a response, if I never respond to an ask you sent feel free to still send different asks

(Also I keep getting messages so I’m adding this. This is a kink blog, if I make an extremely sexual generalization assume it might not reflect my actual opinion and that it was written for the purpose of sexual content. If that still makes you uncomfortable you can easily block my account instead of sending me several paragraphs about how a thing I wrote in a kink post is problematic when taken extremely literally)

Obviously minors DNI

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keerysfreckles · 10 months ago

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hiii!!!! lando and best friend reader and shes gotten into one of those sad days because shes thinking of how shes never dated anyone or had her first kiss or anything. and he offers to take her out on a date as friends and thats when he realizes hes in love with her (shes been in love with him this whole time). but they dont really say anything, but they just get increasingly more affectionate as best friends as the days go by. and everyone around them can see theyre so in love with each other - 🍒anon

loveless — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, slight swearing

a/n: lando p5 in japan HE WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING ON PODIUM

masterlist !

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y/n loved her small apartment in monaco. she loved it so much in fact that she's convinced her best friend that she's fine staying in day after day.

however if you got to know y/n, you'd learn this is out of the ordinary for the girl. usually she'd be out partying with lando, or hanging around the other members of the f1 grid. not sulking in her bathrobe and pajamas for three days in a row.

on the fourth day she recieved multiple texts from her best friend, lando norris, asking if she wanted to go out for drinks with him and a couple of friends.

y/n groaned, after reading the messages more than once. she really didn't have the energy to go out. not since her almost date last week didn't go as planned.

she met a rather attractive uni student on tinder, and they talked for a few days to get to know each other. less than a week later they planned to have dinner at a nice monegasque restaurant.

long story short, said tinder date never showed up, and never texted y/n the next morning explaining himself.

before the 'date' y/n didn't really believe in love. so of course, this screwed up with her perception of it even more.

lando was informed about the date, and was happy for y/n. he knew her history of falling in love was bleak, and he just wanted to be happy for her. so seeing his best friend wrapped up in three colorful blankets in her messy bedroom put a damper in his mood.

"what did i tell you about laying in the dark?" lando's voice surprises y/n. she jumps, before pausing her netflix show on her laptop.

"lan? what are you doing here?" she sits up, her eyes adjusting to the light lando just turned on.

lando sits on the edge of the bed, moving the laptop away from y/n, causing her to sit up as well.

"well you never answered my texts about going out tonight, so i figured i'd come here. plus you gave me that apartment key years ago."

y/n sighs. she knows she doesn't have the energy to go out tonight. "do i have to?"

lando sends y/n a sympathetic look. "maybe it could get your mind off that douche who stood you up last week. he obviously missed out on getting to know a great girl."

y/n's heart warmed at lando's words. he always knew how to cheer her up after she fell down.

y/n lets out a groan and falls back onto her pillows, her blankets encasing her once again.

"what if i never fall in love?" y/n thinks out loud. "or never go on a proper date? or mever even have my first kiss?"

lando's eyebrows furrow, "you've never had your first kiss?"

y/n takes the opportunity to kick his thigh, "yes shitbird, you know this." she lets out a small chuckle as he groans from the attack.

lando recalls her words again, "wait you've never been on a date either?"

y/n shakes her head, "nope."

"so that's why you're so beat up about this one not working out. i get it now," lando stands and walks towards y/n's opened closet door.

y/n sits up again, "lando what are you doing? i told you i don't feel like going out tonight."

lando ignores her for a moment as he continues sifting through her closet. his eyes and hands stop on a light purple dress.

"you still have this?" he holds it at an angle so y/n can see from her bed.

she nods, "of course. i've never gotten rid of any birthday present from you."

lando silently takes it off the hanger and throws it on the bed, making y/n confused.

"you and i are going out tonight," lando says confidently. "i'm taking you on a proper date. i'll text pierre, charles and carlos that i'll go out with them some other time."

y/n stares at him dumbfounded. she can't believe lando is taking her out on a date.

"when you say a proper date, what exactly does that entail?" y/n wonders, now removing her blankets from her body.

lando starts looking through y/n's very impressive shoe collection. "a very nice drive to an expensive restaurant, possinly with a candle lit dinner. you and i enjoying the best monegasque food we can. and maybe end the date with a classic near-the-front-door kiss."

y/n's taken back by his words again. she can't believe what she's hearing.

lando places a pair of white heels beside the dress on the bed, and leans forward slightly. "i'll be waiting in your living room, okay?" and with that, he kisses her forehead. the motion's been done a million times, but this time however felt different for the both of them.

y/n stares at her now closed bedroom door, and chuckles in disbelief while picking up the dress. maybe this was the push she needed to get out there again. party with her friends, and maybe go on more dates.

so she did as lando told. she was quick to brush through her hair, and change into the dress and heels. she styled it with silver jewelry and made sure to grab her small handled clutch before leaving her room.

lando stands from the couch. "now i think you look much better in this, than being covered in blankets."

y/n blushes at his words.

"do you have an idea of where we're going?" she locks her apartment door behind her, before lando leads her down the stairs with his hand on her lower back.

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lando was starstuck.

during the ride to the restaurant, all the way up until they got the bill. (of course being the gentleman he is, he paid.)

he could barely take his eyes off y/n. he saw them shimmer as she spoke about her new job starting this month. he noticed how excited she got when he parked outside her favorite fancier restaurant.

now he was holding her heels for her, after giving her his jacket once the midnight air hit her skin. they were walking along the streets of monaco, planning on doing a little wrap around the block to get back to lando's car.

as the duo was talking and walking, they're arms kept brushing against each others. y/n couldn't help but giggle almost everytime, thanks to the white wine slowly making it's way in her system from dinner.

lando thought it was the best sound in the world.

on the way back to y/n's apartment, lando contemplated resting his hand over her thigh. she sat towards him, angling her body, so in theory he easily could hold onto her leg. however he refrained, but his heartbeat sped up when he felt y/n grab his right hand. she played with his fingers, and ending up enclosing her hand in his. he hummed at the feeling.

"so, we've done almost everything on my list to get you to have a perfect date," lando speaks as the pair stops right in front of y/n's door.

"what are we missing?" y/n asks, forgetting what he had stated earlier in the evening.

lando smiles down at the girl, his pupils dilating. "in order for you to have a perfect date, we have to have a near-the-front-door kiss."

y/n instantly blushes. she's thought about kissing lando before, but never thought any of her daydreams would become a reality.

lando steps forward and places his unoccupied hand on her pink cheek. he runs his thumb over the skin, and notices her pupils becoming wider.

"so what do you say?" lando almost whispers, the rasp in his voice becoming evident.

y/n looks between his eyes, and can't come up with a complete sentence as her mind falls blank.

silently y/n stands on her tip toes and grabs lando's face between her hands. she brings him down to her to connect their lips.

his taste like chocolate, from the slice of cake he ordered for dessert. hers taste like sugar and cinnamon from the cocktail she had at the end of the night.

lando brings his other hand around to y/n's back. she can't help but smile against his lips at the feeling of his arm around her. in the hundreds of times she's pictured kissing her best friend, it never ended like this.

the two finally pulled away, both of their cheeks blushed and pupils wide.

they both let out a rather large breath, and in the span of three seconds, y/n's opening her apartment door with lando following right on her tail. before they can fully step inside, lando's lips meet hers again, and lando definitely plans on spending the night.

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cherri-balms · 2 years ago

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[On the sally face stream]

OtakuBartender: "What's Sal's ideal date?"

Steve: "Sal's ideal date is having a date"

STEVE-

STEVE YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME-

#🍒send text...#Sally Face #Sal Fisher #Sally Face Strange Nightmares #hehehe he likes nature dates #steve said it was canon <3 #I wanna take him out on a little picnic under cherry trees in the middle of spring with a cute pond next to us EEEEEEEKKKKK!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#HES SO PERFECT❤️❤️❤️❤️

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heerinnie · 1 year ago

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐋.𝐇 𝐏.𝐉𝐒 𝐒.𝐉𝐘 𝐏.𝐒𝐇.

^^ SEMI NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI

SYNOPSIS: Them asking for 🍒 pics

WARNINGS: Hyung line x fem!reader, mentions of sending explicit pictures, they’re whiney and needy, jake’s balls will explode, crack + semi nsfw texts.

Read under cut

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

A/N: I sped-ran making these since I haven’t posted anything in a while </3

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f1amour · 5 months ago

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— 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞🏎️ 🏁

・❥・about me ! cherry 🍒, she/her, libra, 20’s, mexican, lover of music, poetry, and formula one

𖤓 requests are open: please send requests i have no idea where to start 𖤓

this blog is 18+ only ; minors do not interact.

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— 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 !

formula one. charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr., lewis hamilton, george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, mick shumacher, alex albon, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, sebastian vettel, fernando alonso

— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 !

angst, fluff, smut, social media au’s, text au’s, poly relationships + threesome, cheating, age gaps, and some tropes for example: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, fake dating, childhood best friends, grumpy x sunshine, brothers best friend, best friends brother, etc. if there’s a trope not listed but you want to know if i’ll write it just send an ask!

— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 !

any dark themes, incest, sexual or physical abuse, self harm, dubcon/noncon

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my blog is a safe space for everyone. racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, kink shaming, or any other forms of hate and discrimination will not be tolerated here + do not send me asks regarding your dislike for certain racers any asks/messages with any hate will be deleted and blocked.

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yuqiune · 6 months ago

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Late Night Calls ☆

Summary: What I think talking to the members late at night is like

A/n: HADD to write this bc LNC is my absolute favorite song on the album, literally on replay since it came out 🍒

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Keeho:

I feel like keeho would prefer night face times over texting but he would be okay with anything for you. He would definitely send you pictures from tour and would call you after his lives, you would be watching and waiting for his contact to pop up on your phone. You two would catch up with each other and I feel like he would brag about any fan signs he saw for him, maybe to make you jealous.

Theo:

Now Theo, He seems like an early night sleeper, like around 9 or 10pm. If you spammed him enough, he might wake up enough to respond to you. He might be confused on why you would text him at 2 in the morning but you remind him of the time difference between you two. He would want to listen to you talk more than anything and he would answer your questions when asked. You two exchange quick selfies to each other before bed

Jiung:

Ji feels like the type of person to put weird filters over your face mid conversation and laugh his ass off. If you had a bad day that day, He'll listen to you and plan to do something with you when he comes back to you. Will do something embarrassing to get your mind off it (give me my money 😭). You'll talk about waterbomb and he'll get flustered by all your compliments but we'll show off If he finds you in the crowd. He'll flash his tattoo, get wet ON purpose, and Will act like nothing happened if you bring it up "Ji, you were slutty today" "Huh? What are you taking about?". Literally love him

Intak:

I stand by this when I say Intak 100% dances on your facetime calls. I can see him dancing to you cooking in the kitchen while he waits until he can talk to you directly. He probably talks to you in english to show you the new words he learned from keeho. When you bring up how much you miss him over tour, he'll probably pout and whine about missing you more, if not missing you more than you miss him and He can't wait to be in your arms again. he'll tell you "have a good one" before hanging up, making you confused and giggle at how cute he is

Soul:

Soul is the one calling you but you're doing the talking mostly, he'll respond with his little minecraft villager and alien noises unless you actually need an answer from him "did you feed the fish?" "Phews" "Soul baby-". He will show you little keychains or gifts he got that day and show you the matching set he got for both of you, S and Y on the items. Like intak, he probably dances randomly to anything in the background if you guys face time, which is a lot because you never know if he's actually there or not. I love my alien boy <3

Jongseob:

seob is always on that damn phone so what makes you think he wouldn't text or call you? I can see him on the phone with you while playing a game at the same time. You two probably just sit on the phone and enjoy the presence of each other, imagining actually being together and talking about anything that came to mind or to make sure the other was still there. If your phone automatically hangs out after a few hours, trust that you or that boy is RACING to call back as soon as possible

#p1harmony #piwon #kpop bg #kpop #late night calls #yuqi #fanfic #p1h x reader #p1h keeho #p1h theo #p1h jiung #p1h intak #p1h soul #p1h jongseob #p1ece #kpop writers #gidle soojin #luv u

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mykneeshurt · 2 years ago

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Hey can I request 141 boys +alejandro and rudy headcons about their partner having bigger chest 🍒 (but not the most perkiest) and nice ass 🍑 how they’d feel if the reader just walks around the base with a thin tank top-booty shorts and their boobs on display, maybe some jealous/possessive shits too?

Lord! Sorry it’s taken so long. I’m gonna try to get back into my requests slowly ❤️ thanks for being patient with me … I hope you enjoy! I’m a bit rusty with headcannons!

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, mentions of smut, AFAB!reader

Price 🥃

Price loves your body but HATES how you flaunt it. He wants it for himself. He’d never tell you that though, you’re a force to be reckoned with. Strong. Independent.

He watches as your booty shorts rise further and further up your ass as you bend over to pick something up. He can’t take it, seeing how the boys eye your body, how they drool over you as you walk past.

You’re oblivious, comfortable within yourself, eyes only for him. But it causes jealously deep within him.

He can’t control his thoughts when you’re around him, especially when you wear a thin strappy top. Always thinking about your tits bouncing when you’re on top. Because they were so big they weren’t the perkiest but he loved it. He loved how full they looked, how soft they were.

If he catches the boys looking he makes them do extra laps.

Soap 🧼

Soap is like a wee school lad when you wear revealing clothes. Can’t quite believe you’re his, he loves showing you off. Showing everyone that you’re his.

However!

When you flaunt yourself around the base he finds himself gripping onto his stress ball. He knows you don’t want anyone else, but it’s not too he’s worried about. He gets jealous easy, not that he’d tell you that.

He loves watching how your breasts ripple when you move, falling out of your bra. You breasts have been a bit of an insecurity for you as they weren’t perky. But he’d always reassure you and plant tender kisses on your skin.

Your ass however. Spankable. He has to spank it whenever he sees it. It’s the rules!!! He also loves to tap your boobs like he’s playing a drum, shouting ‘bongos!’

Ghost 💀

He’s taking you to his room. That’s it. He’s fuckin the brat outta you. Wearing hot pants and strappy tops when you know how it makes him feel?

He loves watching you on top, breasts swaying and bouncing, your ass jiggling on his thighs. Heaven for him.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz is FERAL.

He sucks his cheek as you walk past, shocked your his partner. He’ll send you little texts telling you how gorgeous you are, how he can’t wait to see what’s under your clothes.

He watches from a distance needing to readjust himself as his erection grows. Seeing your hips sway and ass jiggle send his kind into overdrive. It mesmerises him.

He loves watching you in the shower, as the water runs down your large breasts, water dripping off your ass. How the water collects at your nipples before falling to the shower floor. You know he loves watching so you always put on a show for him.

Which, naturally ends up with his cock buried deep within your pussy, moaning your name.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro has warned his team about looking at you. This man is jealous and passionate. You’re his and his only. Now he’s not controlling, he just knows you’re a literal goddess who demands attention with your mere presence.

He catches you one day cleaning a jeep in the humid afternoon, bent over the hood, ass cheeks bouncing in the sun. Your breasts skimming the surface of the jeep gathering water on your vest. Nipples hard.

So he does what any respectable boyfriend would do. Spanks you. Hard.

The recoil of your ass never fails to make him hard. He cannot pick what he loves more. Your large breasts or your peachy ass. He’d never tell you but he isn’t above fucking you in front of his entire team to show them who you belong to.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy would have you anywhere, anytime. So when he sees you flaunting your hourglass body in tight shorts and vest? He’s all over it like a fly on shit.

He likes to start off by teasing when you’re dressed like this. Small touches and grazes on your skin, just letting you know he’s there. This turns into whispered praises throughout the day, alluring and suggestive text messages.

He keeps this going until you’re begging him to touch you. Anywhere. Anytime. You need him. He’s got you right where he wants you.

He loves holding your breasts, feeling how warm and soft they are. Feeling your ass against his cock. Your ass is firm and large, it’s probably his favourite part of you. He loves feeling the muscle squish against his thighs, grabbing a handful of it, treating at as his own personal stress ball.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #john soap mactavish #ghost x reader #simon riley #modern warefare 2 #soap x you #john mctavish #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #captian price #john price x reader #price mw2 #rudy x reader #rudolfo parra #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas

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alicecorpseliddell · 13 days ago

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PLURAL ASK GAME (30 questions)

Have an ask game we came up with while waiting around at the hospital today!!!

Remember to practice reblog karma!!*

*reblog karma does not apply to us/the original post, but you're free to send us asks anyways; and if you do, send them to @thecorpsefactory

❤️ — How many hosts do you currently have, and how many have you had in total?

🧡 — Do any of your hosts (current or previous) have sub/side/hemi/etc-system(s)?

💛 — Do people in your system retire from their roles/'jobs' often/do you have a high turnover rate?

💚 — Do you have an inner world? If so how many? And can you (or any headmate) control any of them?

💙 — If there are certain plural terms that your system doesn't like what are they? And why?

💜 — Do you have any age or age-identity that has more people aligning with it than others? (i.e. more 16 year olds than anything, more agesliders, etc)

🤎 — Is your system collectively any form of otherkin or therian? If so how did you figure out you were that collectively? And do any individual headmates not identify with it?

🖤 — Is there any type of role or headmate you wish you had more of? (i.e. more protectors, more traumaholders, more endogenic headmates, more walk-ins, etc)

🤍 — Do you have any system visitors? (i.e. someone who doesn't live in your system but stops by sometimes— doesn't have to be able to front)

💌 — Are there distinctions between headmates' handwriting? If so who has the worst handwriting? And who has the best?

💐 — Are there any headmates who can do something IRL that the rest can't? (i.e. sing, use chopsticks, dance, do math, etc)

🌹 — Any headmates have over 20 different names?

🥀 — If you have an inner world are there any places from real life that are there? Or any places inspired by real life?

🌺 — If you're a primarily queer system, are there any cishets? And if you're a primarily cishet system are there any queer headmates?

🌷 — Are there any multisourced headmates with over 15 different sources?

🌸 — Is there anyone taller than 60ft/18.2m?

🌻 — If you use emojis (or other symbols) to indicate headmates, have there ever been fights over who gets what?

🌼 — If you could describe your system in words that have nothing to do with plurality or spirituality, how would you?

🌑 — What's the most obscure source anyone has? (OCs do not count)

🌒 — Do you have anyone who wants nothing to do with their source, and doesn't identity with it, but still uses with their name and/or appearance from their source?

🌓 — Do any headmates have allergies that carry over to the body when fronting? If so do they act like normal allergies or are they more 'mild'?

🌔 — Are there any headmates who struggle with modern technology? If so why?

🌕 — Can anyone speak any languages in headspace that they can't speak bodily?

🍎 — If you experience amnesia barriers, are there any headmates who have inconsistent barriers? (i.e. sometimes sharing memories fine, other times being unable to, only being able to share with a select few, etc)

🍏 — What is the highest amount of headmates you've ever had at any given moment? And what is the lowest amount you've had at any given moment?

🍋 — If you have an inner world, has it always been there? Or did you have to work to create it?

🍍 — If you're religious, do any of your headmates practice a religion different from your collective one?

🍉 — If you have an inner world, do you have inner variants of social media or other forms of digital contact? (i.e. phones, laptops, etc)

🫐 — If you're publicly a system, who was the first person(s) you told? And why? What was their reaction?

🍒 — Do you have any headmates that originate from a system other than your own, but now reside within yours?

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hello (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I'm sure ur inbox is probably brimming with requests rn, so I'm just gonna slip this in and u can take ur time with it!

[Top male] reader who's usually gentle in bed but had to go through a day full of misfortune that got him stressed, and he channels that into pounding the characters hard? When he comes back to himself, he feels so guilty and remains minimal contact with the characters for a few days. (⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)

The orders will be tiramisu, affogato and croissant! though, I'm not sure if the characters fit the prompt so feel free to change them out for another. (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

And if I haven't lost your interest, may I be so blunt to ask to take up the 📖 anon? If that isn't taken, of course.

Thank you dearly! ♡

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you're typically so gentle with him . . . but after a bad day - you can't help but come back and fuck him senseless

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﹙ Alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : He prefers it rough. Prefers his eyes rolled back into his skull and nails dragged down your back. Prefers the loud slapping and lewd moans pouring through the room as you manhandle him. Him. A 6’7”, highly trained mercenary. Have you any idea how fucking hot that is?

So when you were pounding away at his tight ass and spewing your degradation to his ear. Well, let’s just say that your cock ramming up his prostate was not the only thing sending him to cloud nine. The very notion that his soft-as-a-feather boyfriend was using him as a cocksleeve was enough to have him creaming all over himself.

Your hands left bruises on his olive skin. Ones that took his breath away when he looked at the mirror the morning after. His throat whispered memories of your tight grip stealing his breath away. Making him cling. Making him keen.

And then. . . you went distant. What the hell was that all about?

Alessio has never been good at no contact. Not texting you goodnight drives him insane as is. So don’t be too surprised when he’s crawling through your window at some ungodly hour to find out what the hell is going on.

“You - feel bad for fucking me?”

His half-hung eyes are wide for once. Before his hands grab at your shoulders and hoist you in. “You’re kidding right? Baby - I loved it.”

The puppy-eyed look he gives you is enough to melt your stubbornness. You sheepishly explain the entire situation and behold his frown. It doesn’t take much more until his arms are around you and toppling your body into the plush of couch cushions.

“No seas idiota.” ( “Don’t be an idiot” ) he huffs into your neck that he nuzzles up. “I just want you to do what you need, amore. None of that. Especially not for giving me the night of my life, yeah?” He pulls back to stare you down and then gives you a little peck when you nod.

﹙ Vespasiano 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : It’s no secret that Vespasiano has almost always been on the giving end in a relationship. Not to mention his lack of experience when it comes to men — so he’s still growing accustomed to being with you. His lovely boyfriend. Who also tops him. With that in mind, he quite appreciates your gentle hands and tender pace whenever he finds himself beneath you.

With that being said, he didn’t mind getting his ass ploughed that night you came home full of huffs and tensions. Even with his shock when you had suddenly buried your hand into his hair and forced his head into the pillows. When you started grunting and calling him a whore - splitting him open and making his eyes roll back.

He doesn’t thin anyone has ever fucked him out so much before. You got him to whine. Got him to whimper. Stutter and tell you it’s too much. Him. A man of his age, his experience.

The morning after, while the ache in his body and the realisation of what occurred still left him shocked, pleasure bubbled over his entire being. That felt. . . amazing.

Then came your distance. Anxiety swelled in his chest all over again. He can’t handle that. He’s dealt with it too many times from his ex wife. This sends him right back to the panic of uncertainty. Did he do something wrong? Were you mad at him?

He’s not going to bother with calling. He knows it never gets anywhere. So he’s showing up to your doorstep with big eyes while trying to keep it all together.

“Tesoro. . . did I do something? Talk to me, please.”

He’s collapsing into you before you know it. The guilt in your heart has you spilling everything which leaves him confused through his endless kisses all over your face.

“Too rough? Please. Do you think ‘m glass? I’m sixty-six, baby.” He’s chuckling against your ear despite his shaky demeanor. Cupping at your face and letting out a soft croon. “Nonsense. Is it new? Yeah. Do I hate it? Fuck no.”

He hooks you onto his lap soon after and shoots you a look of concern. “If anything I’m more worried ‘bout that bad day of yours. Won’t you talk to me?”

﹙ Jìngyí 209. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : He’s so used to his tender and gentle loverboy that the second you had him pinned down to the marble kitchen counter and fucking him to delirium — he almost thought he was dreaming.

He’s so accustomed to whispering sweet nothings to your ear, telling you how good you are, what a great job you’re doing. The last thing he expected was to have that replaced by your ragged voice muttering curses rough praises to his neck. Your nails clawing down his skin. Your hands making use of his flexible, snake-like body. With coils, pins, rough handles all over.

With all his work stress, of course he was all for you fucking him dumb and limp into the sheets. What he could not understand, however, was the sudden distance you put up after the morning of softness. Where he clung to you and murmured how much you had completely wrecked him the night before.

Good luck trying to remain distant from Mister Zhao, however. You’d find yourself confronted the second you avoided his call to check on your wellbeing.

He’s at your workstep before you can so much as blink. Pulling you off somewhere quiet and giving you a look through those amber, slitted eyes of his that told you to talk. Truthfully.

“You know how much I hate being ignored. . . sweetheart, what is the matter?”

All you can do is break when his tender hand caresses your face. Thumb rubbing below your eye while you sniffle over your rough day. How it resulted in you taking it out on him —- how bad you felt about it.

You catch his narrow-eyed stare. The look of disbelief and concern that melted through the prior irritation from your avoidance. He’s pulling you into his arms and tucking your head beneath his chin with a small frown.

“Silly boy. . . if I had an issue with it, do you not think I would have stopped you? Please, take it easy on yourself.”

You’ll have a quiet and calm day with him throughout. Anything to show you that he is fine, and so are you.

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