#I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HE LIKE HATED HIS LIFE AND STUFF TOO I GET IT I GET THE THEMES
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ARRRRRGHHH I love your sunstreaker and sideswipe stuff!!! Is this a series youâre going to be interested in continuing?
And you mentioned in the first fic that sideswipe consumed human media, so how aware are the autobots of humans sentience/sapience??
Oh, he knows humans are sentient. He just doesnât care. For now, Iâm pretty much passively continuing most of these. I need to write a part two for Cliffjumper, update IDW Megs, and the Lost Light stuff.
Canât Finish What You Started Pt 6
IDW Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader
⢠When Sunstreaker recharges, he returns to Kaon. Remembers the smell of rust, lubricant, and energon as he fights through the crowds of bigger bots. Getting jostled as he uses his body as a battering ram, a shield. Behind him, Sides clings to his hand, asking him to slow down. Not understanding that he canât. Theyâre drawing too much attention again, but heâd wanted to stay in their current place just a bit longer. The abandoned building heâd found has several good exit routes, itâs harder for them to be pinned down. Itâs safe, but once they start getting noticed, that safety falls away under his peds. Knows that if they are noticed, theyâll end up dragged into the mines by the enforcers. And knows what happens to the weak, the young there.
⢠The rasp of metal on metal has you lifting your head, tiredly watching Sunstreaker move around in his recharge and wondering if they dream. They must for him to restlessly shift like that. Almost like heâs gripped by a nightmare. Sideswipe had dropped you on Sunstreakerâs berth near his head and just left you. Watching the big, yellow Autobotâs head turn, a whisper of unease lifts through you. Because he might accidentally swat you off the berth, but also because whatever heâs fighting is taking a toll on him. You shouldnât care, but it hurts your heart all the same. What do giant, alien robots have to fear? Standing, you approach him cautiously. Seeing a flash of his bared denta, as he vents slowly. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you sigh. This isnât your problem, youâre being held against your will by him and his twin, but you still reach out and lay a hand against his jaw. And feeling like a complete fool, start humming the kidnapping jerk a lullaby.
⢠Venting sharply, heâs aware of a soft sound, of something warm against the side of his helm. It takes a moment to understand its Sideswipeâs pet leaning against him, humming softly. Like youâre trying to soothe him. Keeping his optics shuttered, he tries to shrug off the last vestiges of the dream. Hating the fear still tightly wrapped about his spark. That Sunstreaker is long gone, heâd had to grow up quickly, do things heâs not proud of to survive and, more importantly, ensure Sideswipe survived. It shouldnât bother him anymore, but that soft humming eases the tension. And he tries to remember if anyone has ever tried to take care of him like this. Worried over him like you are even if he doesnât need or want your pity. âWhy arenât you resting?â
⢠The soft question takes you by surprise and you fall silent. How long has he been awake? Listening to you humming to him like heâs a child needing comfort. Face flushing, youâre just glad he canât see you where youâre sitting against him. âDo you guys dream?â
⢠âWhat kind of a question is that?â Growling under his breath, he huffs at the feel of you shifting against his helm. Hating that he doesnât mind you there.
⢠Rolling your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself, you resist the urge to rap against him with your knuckles, because thereâs no telling how badly heâd take it. âIâm sorry, but youâre the giant, horror movie alien, how should I know if you dream.â When he just huffs, you glance up at the profile of his face. âWant to talk about it?â
⢠Primus, help him. âNot really.â What could you possibly understand about his life? About that fear he still wakes up with even after so much time has passed. Of being hungry and never knowing how long itâll be before he can find enough energon for him and Sides. Always afraid. Always angry at how unfair it is. He doesnât regret becoming an Autobot, doesnât agree with how much to an extreme Megatron took his rebellion, but what he can never say out loud is that Megatron wasnât wrong. The senate needed to be overthrown, that corruption running too deep to be cut out. What could you possibly understand about any of that?
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insane how jerome fucking immolated himself because his weird best friend who he had a weird homoerotic dynamic with went to space for a year
#gattaca#I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HE LIKE HATED HIS LIFE AND STUFF TOO I GET IT I GET THE THEMES#but come onnnnn you gave that man a lock of your hair#youre not even capital G Gay at that point youre capital F Faggot
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#the more i stay around people the more i want to become like them out of spite#because i was so surprised these people are at least 24-26 years age some even did a minor bachelor's before coming here#some have completed post grad and then joined#like aren't you all too fucking old to act that immature#i grew so resentful of everyone how they keep on doing the worst low man shit and then victimize themselves#hypocrites full of shit they don't want to hear the truth#i know no one has the audacity to take a fight with me on here because they know im the youngest here#not because im the youngest but because im better#the girls frown upon me because i don't hear their low mindset humorless jokes and pointo out where they fall short#oh [my irl name] youre so stiff hamesha kami kyun nikalti rahti ho hamesha baat kaatne ki aadat hai learn to take a joke#mazaak hi to kar rahe hain kya yaar#ive cried so many times because i feel suffocated here and out of hate i want to act immature selfish hypocrite too so i do#i become self centered and look into my needs#but everyday bcg shows me how one stays firm in mindset even amidst surrounding of shit people#he points out to me all the time when i start acting like them he says why aren't you trying to rise above#i say ham bhi karte hai na unn chutiyon jaisa behave kyunki unhe unhi ki language mei samajh aata hai#achha ban kar honest banne se kuch nahi milta yaha#but he knows his stuff#he never does these things#however much i let evil thoughts take upon i get astounded everyday how he's practicing his rightful his honesty even tho no one's looking#it makes me want to cry#i hope he gets so ahead in life i hope he stands at the podium one day on a stage and deliver speeches where people actually can see him#like he sees the orator that come to attend our unis gatherings and says everytime kuch to baat hoti hai inn logon mei#i hope he achieves whatever he wants i hope he gets ahead of everyone all this fucking corruption#its not that he's done anything that im applauding he tries his best#and maybe teachers see that too all in class they're only looking at him and teaching they know#do you know how fucking hard it is not get corrupted in this uni and become one of those assholes that have done things unimaginable#im inspired everyday ill try my best to be like him#i do not just want to praise him i want to become someone he doesn't have to say fir tum bhi vahi karogi to kya farq reh jaayega#kuch bada nahi hota logon ki roz roz ki choti choti aadaton se pata chal jaata hai vo kaise hain
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TristĂĄn is what still being friends in your 20s with that girl you had the toxic codependent homoerotic reationship with in your youth is like
#i was writing a whole text in drafts about his idealized views of others and getting all confused#basically i kind of imagine both him and his vision of LI as C-ta and his mind version of A-ya#in his mind LI is helpless without him and will forever need him. he WANTS him to depend on him#so LI coming out of his shell after Micah's arrival (since he doesnt know about the time loops) feel threatining#he blames Micah and hates the guy for being the first to call him out on his bs#Mel made him get used to to having his actions and words defended. justified in ways that would benefit him#but Mel also likes Micah. and her not immediately siding with him anymore feels as a betrayal#as a sign that his life with no consequences where he gets what he wants is close to its end#hes happy with how his life is like. so these changes (even if healthier for his friends) are seen as terrible in his eyes#hes willing to let Micah do whatever he wants as long as he stays far away from his childhood friend and sister#which is why hes the NPC in charge of gifts and unlocking new areas. hes desperate to get Micah to focus on Jeong and Camila#of going somewhere else#and will give false info on gifts related to LI#because of him feeling like he should always gets what he wants is the reason he has 'preferences' concerning LI#he feels like he should dictate how his friend should not only act but look like#and any LI that deviates from certain characteristics (like Lila and Leslie) gets a more passive aggresive treatment from him#tristĂĄn (oc)#when i said 'gives fake info about LI' i mean hes willing to suggest Micah buys stuff that will make LI ill#in his bad end he dsnt care either that Micah is there too because that one is willing to reinforce the ways Tris expects LI and Mel to act#in a post good ending they would send his ass to therapy
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Pairing; Dark!Rafe Cameron x Innocent!Reader
Warnings; CNC!!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. smut, extremely dark themes, unprotected sex, public sex, choking, drugging? (rafe manipulates reader into snorting a line) degrading terms (slut, whore) loss of virginity, tiny bit of blood, breeding kink, size difference, daddy kink, dumbification, dacryphillia, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!
Summary; Based on x.
authors note; i really thought about never finishing this because i just havenât had the motivation or wanted to write in quite a while. but iâve been neglecting you guys! so i tried my best to finish it, however i literally hate this fic so much so please donât come at me bc i know its shitđ its around like 1.3k words so⌠take it or leave it ig.
âHey, so uh, you come here often?â The boy says, rubbing his nose with his right finger while motioning with his beer filled hand to the party further down the beach.
Your friend had dragged you to one of the weekend bonfires at the beach, kooks only of course. Which is exactly what you were, a sheltered, spoilt, kook. Right down to the core.
Your family had given you everything you ever wanted growing up, paying for homeschooling from the best private tutor on the island, buying you whatever the new pair of heels on the market was, but that never deterred your sweet heart.
You werenât a prude and even though you were, you didnât act spoilt, you appreciated everything your family did for you. You didnât have many friends considering the private life you lived. Your best friend was your neighbour, both of you having grown up together, your father and hers both being in the same business really tied the strings in your friendship.
She was quite the opposite of you, partying every weekend, hanging out with boys and drinking to the point she was incapable of walking. Long story short, she had begged you to come, a promise of a sleepover and movie night afterwards.
Except that wasnât the case. Within 15 minutes she had found a new man to latch onto, leaving you sitting by yourself on a wooden log infront of a small campfire someone mustâve ditched.
You looked up, a tall muscular boy with a backwards cap staring down at you, his pretty blues lighting up in the reflection of the fire. You didnât answer him, being too caught up in the flare of his strong presence. His aura was engulfing, your body instantly being drawn to him.
You didnât know it of course, but Rafe did.
One look at your pretty face and the sweet scent of your purity and he just knew he had to have it. A smirk appeared on the boys face as he took a seat on the log next to you, his eyes never leaving your own.
âGonnaâ answer me, sweetheart?â
âUhm, n-no not really, itâs my first. My friends around here somewhere⌠not sure where she went.â You murmured.
Rafes smirk widened, how blessed he was to have stumbled upon a sweet, innocent, little bunny like you.
âSâokay. I can keep you company. Nameâs Rafe.â
The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a little white baggie filled with a powdery substance. Noticing your stare he asks âYou want some?â
âWhat is that stuff?â you mumble, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion.
âThis shits the good stuff, sâ like powdered sugar. Gets you feelinâ real good, one line of this and youâll feel on top of the world, sweetheart.â he smirks moving closer to the point your knees touch, yet his eyes still donât leave your own.
âCâmere, lay back a little.â and do you do.
Without question.
Which of course stirs Rafeâs dominant instinct, he just cant stop thinking about shoving you onto your knees and fucking your throat til you choke on his fat cock.
But heâll save that for later.
Rafe proceeds to pour a little powder onto your chest, sitting perfectly above your perky tits. He then reaches into his pocket and picks out a bank card, then using it to create a smooth line on your chest.
He moves in. Snorting the line right off your tits. A tingly feeling appeared in between your thighs. The sensation of his hot breath on your chest making your own increase.
He leans back and looks towards the sky, his curtains framing his face as he does so, lifting a finger and closing a nostril he sniffs deeply, sighing in relief afterwards. âSee, easy as that. Your turn, beautiful.â
âMâkayâ you shrug.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Rafe shifts on the log, lying down on his back and spreading his lets wide. He repeats the process on his abs, pouring the coke, creating the line and then ushering you forwards.
âRemember. All you gottaâ do is cover one of your nostrils, and use the other to sniff it right up. You got that?â
âMhmâ You nod excitedly.
âAh ah ah. Use your words.â
âYes Rafe. I got it.â You whisper, your pretty doe eyes staring up at him.
âGood girl.â He groans as you begin to snort the coke from his abs. His cock is painfully hard which obviously you didnât notice, his pre cum leaking from his swollen tip, desperate to have your soppy cunt wrapped around it.
Within 5 minutes the drugs had hit you.
Your head was spinning and your control of your own body wavy, your movements restricted.
âI-i feel kinda fuzzy. Donât like itâŚthink iâm gonnaâ go home now.â Rafe debates begging you to stay, but a better plan crosses his mind.
An eery smirk appears across his handsome features. âHow about i walk you, sâ not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out in the dark all by yourself.â
The second youâre out of sight from the beach a hand wraps around your mouth, Rafeâs body pressing your own against a tall tree, blocking any escape. Your eyes go wide in fear, tears beginning to well up as you attempt to scream.
Your tears should make him irritated, angry even. But it doesnât. It only turns him on more. His dick growing harder by the second.
âShut the fuck up or i-i swear to god iâll slit your throat. Canât believe you kept this innocent act up. I can practically smell how soaked you are you fuckinâ slut.â
Before you can even think of screaming youâre cut off by your own wail as Rafeâs cock disappears between your folds. He bottoms out in one harsh thrust, your legs become slack as he grips your hips, holding you upright on his length.
âSo fuckinâ tight. Gonnaâ fuck you so good youâll forget your own god damn name.â He growls.
The sound of clapping skin begins to echo, the skin of your ass turning raw due to his brutal thrusts. The tears donât stop, only beginning to mix with the drool and sweat leaking down your face. Your wails and whimpers turn to moans as your cunt soaks his length.
Rafe knew you were perfect, thatâs why he picked you. But this just proved him right.
âFuckkk. You like that? Who knew youâd be such a dirty whore fâ me.â He chuckles, throwing his head back in ecstasy, yet his thrusts donât slow. His pace almost animalistic.
The sensation of your pussy clenching tells Rafe what he wanted to know.
Rafe lets out a loud groan. âJesus. Youâre gonnaâ fuckinâ cum arenât you? Getting off on your rapists cock. Ask me. Ask daddy if you can cum.â
His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
âPlease can i cum daddy? I need it s-so bad.â You whine, shifting your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his shaft, your back still pinned against the tree.
âCum. Cum for daddy. Holy shitttt, pussys grippinâ me like a fuckinâ vice.â
Your cream coats his cock as you scream, biting your lip harshly to try and muffle your pleasure.
âWouldnât be surprised if the whole beach heard that from here you dumb slut.â He groans, lifting a hand to fist your hair, tugging harshly.
His thick cock continues to pummel your insides, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.
As Rafe looks down he notices a glint of red at the base of his shaft. The sight of your cream and blood alone brings him closer to the edge.
âGonnaâ cum in this pretty cunt, canât wait to fill you up, baby. Daddyâs gonnaâ cum.â
His release is met with a loud growl, his balls throbbing as his load fills you, thick ropes of his hot cum shoot into your pussy.
âThatâs ittttt. fuck. Taking my cum like such a good girl.â
Rafe is slow to pull out, inching you off his cock as he pants trying to catch his breath. His hold however never leaves you, ensuring you donât fall due to the brutal fucking you just received.
His attention is grabbed at the sound of your sobs, his thumb swiping over your cheek and collecting your tears. His pretty blues stare into your own, almost waiting for you to run.
But you donât.
âShh Shh Shh. No more tears. Daddyâs gonnaâ take care of you from now on.â
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#rafe obx#outer banks#rafe#rafe smut#dark rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#drew starkey x reader#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron imagine#drew starkey fic#outer banks smut#outer banks fic
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MOONLIGHT
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đ¤ pairing: theodore nott x reader.
đ¤ song inspiration: moonlight by kali uchis.
đ¤ author's note: high! theo is the best kind of theo. gif credit to @dramaticals
A thick cloud of smoke permeated the air, making the room as hazy as your drug addled mind. Theo shifted in your lap and silently held the joint up to your lips. You smiled down at your best friend, his watercolour eyes as red-rimmed as your own yet still full of that familiar sharp intensity as he watched you with curious intent. Wrapping your lips around the blunt, you shied away from his gaze and inhaled generously.Â
As the smoke filled your lungs, you felt your body relax. With an exhale, the terrible day you endured was gone in a breath. You rested against the headboard and let your eyes shut close. Theo traced circles on your skin, happily humming away while you scratched his head. Smoking always made the two of you more touchy and giggly, blurring the lines even more than they already were.Â
Not that you were complaining.
A late night smoke session was exactly what you needed. Usually, the two of you would be indulging in Nevilleâs newest strain up in the Astronomy Tower, but thanks to the storm raging outside, you and Theo were confined to his dorm instead.Â
In all honesty, you didnât mind. Especially since Theo had a generous stash of snacks to pilfer through.Â
âThis new shit is strong,â Theo remarked, coughing a bit as he waved away the smoke. Above you, rain drops pelted the skylight in a soothing rhythm. âHow does Longbottom even come up with this stuff?âÂ
âBecause,â you drawled, every syllable slow and syrupy. âNeville actually pays attention in Herbology instead of skipping class and getting into fights.âÂ
âThatâs the pot calling the kettle black, bella,â Theo pouted as he poked his nose against your stomach. âDidnât you get detention for taking a swing at Cho this morning?âÂ
âShe called me a slag,â you recalled with a frown. While you had no problem with Cho, she seemed to have a problem with you. All thanks to a certain Hufflepuff. Theo tensed underneath you, his anger simmering beneath the surface. âAs if itâs my fault her boyfriend canât stop staring at my arse.âÂ
âYou shouldâve told me. I wouldâve taken care of it.â
You sighed deeply. âThatâs exactly why I didnât tell you, Teddy. You tend to be a little overdramatic.âÂ
âMe?â Theo asked incredulously as he placed the joint on its holder. âOverdramatic? Thatâs absolutely absurd.âÂ
âI know you hated Cedric. When we were dating, he told me you threatened to beat his face in if he ever broke my heart.â Your best friend began to protest, but you held your hand up. You didn't fault him for being overprotective. After all, you've been friends with Theo long enough to know that this is just how he showed that he cared. âI'm not mad. I just didnât want to add fuel to the fire.âÂ
âThat stupid prat poured gasoline on the fire and lit the goddamn match the day he made you cry.â Theo ranted, his eyes glazing over with fury. âI should've made good on my promise to beat his fucking face in. Heâs lucky you stopped me before I sent him to the infirmary.â
"It's not worth it, Teddy."
Your best friend shook his head. "It's always worth it when it comes to you."
âYou shouldnât get into trouble just because I have terrible taste in men.â Time and time again, Theo warned you about the guys you chose to date, but you were too stubborn to listen. You laughed humorlessly. âI really know how to pick them, donât I?â
âHey,â Theo whispered softly, tracing soothing circles on your back. âItâs not your fault your ex-boyfriendâs a prick. Heâs an idiot for fumbling you.âÂ
You smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair. âThanks, Teddy.â He hummed and squeezed your hip. âItâs not like Iâm that broken up about it. Iâve just come to accept the fact that my love life is a complete shit show.âÂ
âThat bad, huh?âÂ
âDonât get me wrong, Cedric had his moments, but even when things were good, it always felt like something was missing. We just werenât compatible,â you paused as you considered your words. âCedric and I werenât a good match. Mentally, emotionally, and physically.âÂ
Theo cocked his head curiously. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Given your longstanding friendship and history, there were virtually no secrets between you and Theo, but there were aspects of your past relationship with Cedric that you werenât as forthcoming about. Your best friend wasnât exactly your ex-boyfriendâs biggest fan, so you skimped out on on the details to keep the peace. That was long gone now.
âOur sex life was kind ofâŚbland.âÂ
Piercing blue eyes zeroed in on you. âWhat do you mean by bland?â Theo pushed himself upright, his face mere inches away from yours. âWas it just missionary and a polite handshake afterwards? Honestly, Diggory seems like the type.âÂ
You snorted in response. Theo wasnât that far off the mark. âBasically, yeah. I just donât think we were sexually compatible. Plus, he never wanted to go down on me.âÂ
Theo looked absolutely appalled. âWhat?âÂ
âWell, we tried and it didnât really work. Itâs not his fault, though. Oral just doesnât do it for me. Iâve neverâŚâ you flushed as you rushed past the embarrassment of admitting such intimate details to your best friend. âIâve never finished that way. I think itâs just a me problem.âÂ
âLet me get this straight,â Theo said matter-of-factly. âCedric ate you out once, couldnât make you cum, and then made you think it was somehow your fault?âÂ
âCedric wasnât a dick about it or anything,â you said rather lamely. âHe just never tried again, so I figured that was that.âÂ
âThatâs a fucking shame.âÂ
You shrugged. The past was in the past. It wasnât like you could change things now. âItâs alright. Like I said, maybe itâs just not for me.âÂ
Theo stared at you. âYouâre just saying that because he didnât do his job properly.âÂ
You rolled your eyes in response, playfully smacking his arm. âAnd youâre suddenly an expert on the matter, Teddy?â
âI sure am,â Theo exclaimed proudly. âCedricâs a coward for backing out after the first try. I mean, sure, it took me ages to get the hang of it, but now eating pussy is my favorite thing in the world.âÂ
Heat flooded your cheeks. Part of it was shock and the other â well, you didnât want to think of what that other part might mean. Talking about sex wasnât anything new for the two of you, but it was always in a teasing way. It was never quite this personal.Â
âOh,â you said after a moment. Theo watched as you shifted, trying to alleviate the building pressure between your legs. âI didnât realizeâŚâÂ
âThat I love eating pussy?â Theo asked with a smirk. You knew he was doing it on purpose. He never missed out on the chance to tease you. âIâm really fucking good at it too.âÂ
You didnât doubt it. While you tried not to feed into the rumors of your best friendâs bedroom habits, you knew that he was much more experienced than you were. Judging by the longing stares that followed in his wake, Theo wasn't the type to leave his lover unsatisfied.
After a moment, Theo spoke. âI can show you,â he rasped, that thick Italian accent of his bleeding through the words like it did every time he smoked. âIf youâd like.âÂ
You blinked in surprise, practically gaping at your best friend. âYou want to eat me out?âÂ
Theo nodded, his eyes dipping to your mouth as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. âMore than anything in the fucking world.âÂ
The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. âLet me show you how itâs done, bella,â Theo whispered as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Though the action was innocent, his words were far from. âIâd get on my knees and beg for a taste of you. I promise not to stop until youâre a crying, whining mess for me.âÂ
Desire bloomed in your core, filling your stomach with butterflies. Fuck, why was that the hottest thing anyoneâs ever said to you? What were you supposed to do? Refuse? That wasnât even a possibility at the moment. After all, you were just a weak, weak woman.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay?â Theo asked softly.Â
âYeah,â you answered confidently. âI trust you, Teddy.âÂ
Theo smiled and leaned forward to place a kiss on your temple. âGood girl,â he murmured. âNow lay back, Iâll make you feel so good, bella.âÂ
A nod was all that you could muster as you settled amongst the pillows, watching with rapt attention as Theo crawled between your legs. He kept his gaze on you as he kissed your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin. You leaned into his touch as he licked along your collarbone, his big hands slipping underneath your bra. Theo unclasped it quickly, nosing at the straps before kissing down the valley of your breasts.
Those dead eyes came to life as he flicked his tongue over your nipples, sucking on them until they stiffened. You shuddered in response and Theo savored the tiny whimper that slipped past your lips. After showing your breasts ample attention, he continued mouthing at your torso, nipping and biting on the way down. Every sensation was heightened by the weed, your body buzzing even at the simplest touch.Â
Theo parted your legs and maintained eye contact as he toyed with the tops of your knee socks. He smirked and kissed the spot right above them. âWeâll keep these on, yeah? I like when you wear these.âÂ
You held your breath when he bunched up your skirt, leaving filthy, open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs. His breath felt cool on your core yet your entire body ignited into flames as Theo kissed you through your lace panties.Â
You gasped in surprise, bucking your hips against his mouth. âOh, fuckâŚâÂ
Theo hummed against you. âDoes that feel good, principessa? I havenât even started yet.âÂ
With a cocky smirk, Theo slid off your panties and groaned. You were embarrassingly wet, but he didnât seem to mind. In fact, he relished it. Theo teased two fingers along your folds, spreading your arousal and watching as your slick soaked him.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet.â His eyes were nearly black, swallowed by lust as they flickered up to your face. âI bet youâre sweet too.âÂ
Theo popped his fingers into his mouth, pretty eyes rolling back as he sucked them clean. âGods, youâre so fucking delicious. Better than I imagined.âÂ
You whimpered, pressing your thighs together to tamper the need. Theo shook his head before prying your legs apart and diving in. When he dragged his tongue through your folds, you writhed underneath him, eager for more. The first lick had both of you moaning. He hummed in appreciation as he hooked your legs behind his shoulders.Â
He chuckled darkly, before biting softly at the flesh of your thigh. âYou like that, huh, bella?âÂ
You panted, frowning down at him. âStop being a tease, Teddy.âÂ
âAs you wish.âÂ
His dark head disappeared between your legs, silky brown waves slipping through your fingers as you held on for dear life. Theo wasted no time in showing off his skills, poking and prodding with his tongue. You tugged at his hair as he sucked on your clit, lightly grazing his teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
Theo popped up to take a hit off the joint before passing it over to you. His slender fingers held them up to your lips before slinking down to continue eating you out. As you held the smoke in your lungs, you inhaled deeply, letting the drug that was Theodore Nott singe your veins.Â
Nothing in this world could've prepared you for this moment. Theo wasn't exaggerating his skills. If anything, he underplayed just how good he was. Theo switched strategies often, starting off slow and sweet before swirling and sucking, fucking you with his tongue like heâd never get another chance to taste you again. Once in a while, heâd come up for air, smiling as you offered the joint to him.Â
Mostly, Theo was focused on feasting. He made out with your pussy shamelessly, making it as sloppy and messy as he possibly could. The higher you got, the more sensitive everything felt. When Theo found a particularly sensitive spot, you arched your back and nearly scorched his sheets with the joint.Â
Theo only chuckled before taking it from your hands and putting it out. âYouâre on fire, bella. But Iâd prefer if my sheets werenât.âÂ
You smiled shyly. âSorry. I didnât mean to.âÂ
He flashed a boyish grin back. âThe only thing Iâm sorry about is that we didnât do this sooner.âÂ
âMe too, Teddy.â
He smiled softly at you. âSei la donna piĂš bella che abbia mai visto.âÂ
Before you got the chance to ask what he said, Theo pulled you by the ankles and picked up where he left off. He made good on his promise, driving you to the brink until you were writhing and whining. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped, moaning his name in the night like a prayer. It only encouraged Theo to show off even more, using a combination of his mouth and fingers. His middle and pointer finger slid inside of you easily, squelching while he worked you tirelessly.Â
There wasnât a single coherent thought in your mind as you lost yourself to pleasure. When Theo introduced a third finger and flicked his tongue on your clit, a rush of heat flooded your body.Â
âOh gods, Theo. Please. Iâm so close. Fuck â âÂ
âCâmon, cara mia. Cum for me.âÂ
Theo watched as your orgasm rocked you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. He lapped you up like a man starved, not wasting a single drop. You tried to fight the overstimulation by squirming away from his mouth, but Theo merely held your hips down.Â
âIâm not done,â Theo warned with a growl. âStay still, principessa. You wanted me to eat your pussy? Then be brave enough to fucking take it.âÂ
When he brought you to your second orgasm, you were gasping for air. You roughly tugged at Theoâs hair, eliciting a filthy moan from him. Despite this, Theo was still decidedly not done. As the third orgasm approached, you screamed before squirting and soaking right through the sheets.Â
With wide eyes, Theo stared up at you. âHave you ever done that before?â
You flushed, embarrassment heating your cheeks as you shook your head. âNo â I â I didnât even know I could do that.â
Your best friend smiled, brushing your hair back gently as though he hadnât just made you see Merlin. âDid it feel good?â
âYes,â you admitted. âWas it okay? I mean, was that too much? Oh god, Iâm sorry.â
âNo,â Theo said in a stern voice as he tipped your chin up. âDonât ever apologize. That was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen. I like knowing that Iâm the only man thatâs ever made you squirt.â
âYouâre not mad?â You sniffled, lower lip trembling. âI ruined your sheets.â
âFuck the sheets." He caressed your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes. "It's still me. Your Teddy. There's nothing that you could do that would make me mad. You're perfect, Y/N."
Theo kissed you softly, his lips pressed firmly against yours to emphasize the words. He was your Teddy. He always would be.
"You're really good at that, by the way."
Your best friend smirked, the cocky grin tugging at his lips. "Oh yeah? I couldn't tell by the way you kept screaming my name."
You rolled your eyes. "I'm not going to compliment you if you're going to be so cocky about it."
He cocked a brow before kissing the sweet spot beneath your ear. "What are you going to do about it, principessa?"
"No fair. You play dirty, Theo."
Your best friend smiled, taking in your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips. In one swift move, Theo pinned you underneath him. "I'll show you just how dirty I can get, bella."
He wrapped a hand around your throat possessively and pulled you in for a kiss. You moaned into his mouth, dizzy with desire. Theo slid his tongue against yours and claimed you with a groan.Â
"This â this is what it should feel like. This is what Cedric failed to do. That stupid prick shouldâve worshipped the ground you walked on, but he didnât. He missed his chance. Itâs my turn now.â
Wrapping your legs around his waist, Theo squeezed your ass as he grinded his erection against your core. Even through his sweatpants, you could feel how big he was. You bucked your hips in response, rubbing against him for more friction.Â
âOh fuck, donât do that,â Theo panted breathlessly. âI wonât be able to stop.âÂ
âWho said I wanted you to stop, Theo?âÂ
Theo cursed up a storm, a mixture of Italian and English that sounded equally hot. âI want you so fucking bad. Youâre all I ever want, Y/N.âÂ
You smiled up at him, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. âThen have me, Teddy.âÂ
It was like a flip switched inside of him. Theo crashed his lips against yours, frantically tugging your skirt off as you pushed his sweatpants down. They were barely halfway off before he was lining up at your entrance.Â
Theo pressed his forehead against yours. âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Though you were sufficiently warmed up, you knew it was still going to be a stretch. His tip was barely in and you were already gasping for breath.
âTheo, fuck. Oh my god.â You clawed at his back as he inched inside. âYouâre so big. I canât â âÂ
âYou can, principessa. I know you can. Weâll make it fit, yeah?â Theo stroked your cheek, giving you time to adjust. âSo fucking tight. I can feel you stretching to take all of me. Just a little more,â he slid in further, watching your expression intently to ensure that he wasnât hurting you. âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
When Theo finally filled you to the hilt, he pressed down on your stomach, marveling at the tight fit. You whimpered in response, clenching around his cock and making him groan.Â
âCan I move, principessa?âÂ
Tears filled your eyes, but you wiped them away and nodded bravely. âYes.âÂ
To his credit, Theo went sweet and slow as you adjusted to his size. He seemed attuned to what you liked and what you didnât like even without having to utter a word. You werenât surprised. Theo had always known you better than you knew yourself.
It took some time, but eventually the pain subsided to give way to pleasure. You kissed Theo as he thrusted into you, feeling every delicious inch of him sliding in and out of your pussy. He was going slow for your benefit, but your impatience craved more. It turns out that when it came to Theo, you were an all or nothing kind of woman.Â
âTheo, please,â you pleaded through tears. âPlease, I need more. I need all of you.âÂ
A feral expression crossed Theoâs handsome features before he hiked your ankles over his shoulders and drove in harder. His thrusts were deep and punishing, setting your teeth on edge as he fucked you into the mattress. Theo pinned your arms above your head, watching himself slam into you again and again.Â
âI love watching your pretty cunt take all of me,â he murmured, intertwining your fingers together. âYouâre a fucking goddess, baby. Dea mia, Iâll worship at your altar.â
âItâs never â Iâve never felt like this with anyone else,â you admitted.
Theo softened, his tender gaze drinking you in. âItâs never felt like this with anyone else for me either, bella.âÂ
You pulled him down for a deep kiss, the intimacy of the act surpassing lust and physical attraction. A spark awakened within you, like finally accepting an inevitable truth.Â
The thread snapped and you allowed it to wash over you like a wave, the orgasm even more intensified than the first three. Theo followed soon after, panting into your neck as he emptied himself inside of you. He whispered your name, collapsing beside you when he finished.Â
The two of you lay side by side, stunned into silence. You felt breathless and boneless, not quite believing that you just had the most mind blowing sex with your best friend.Â
Theo glanced over at you. You glanced back at him. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles, breaking the tension.Â
âWell, fuck.âÂ
He rolled over on his side, tracing your lips with his thumb. âIs that good or bad, tesoro?â
âGood. Definitely good.â
Theo smiled and kissed you softly.Â
âI meant what I said,â you breathed as he pulled you to his side. âIâve never felt like that with anyone else.âÂ
âI know, bella.â Theo hummed in agreement, snaking an arm possessively around your waist. âYou were made for me. Just like I was made for you.âÂ
âYou knew it would feel like that?âÂ
He grinned. âI had an inkling.âÂ
âWhat did I tell you about teasing me?âÂ
âIâm not,â he said earnestly. âI knew it would be you since the moment we met.âÂ
The realization from earlier reared its head as you snuggled against him. âWeâve never been just friends, have we?âÂ
Theo shook his head. âNot for a single second, dea mia.â
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I really like your work it's so good!! And i saw your request is open soooo
Can i request delinquent/bad boy sukuna x student council president reader? Like they hate each other bc reader is very strict with the rule while sukuna just break it anyway. One day, sukuna saw the reader in a party which make him confused bc reader is not the type to do fun stuff. And moments later they fuck
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âš đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - blackmail - fingering (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - facials - use of a phone; sexual photography - impact play (spanking) - full nelson position - degradation (cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - humiliation - overstimulation - pet names (brat, princess, woman) - dick piercing (frenulum) - usage of drugs & alcohol - mention of drool/spit and tears.
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Sukuna was grinning ear to ear as he marched his way toward you. âY/n.â
You perked at your name, and your face contoured to brief shock before shifting to mild annoyance. âSukuna.â
Running into you at a huge party was the last thing Sukuna expected to see. But itâs a situation he will take advantage of expeditiously.Â
College is hard enough being the top dog of the student government association and trying to juggle senior classes. It is your job to keep the school and its students in order, maintaining a pretty face as itâs been doing decently for the several years before you. The entire student body knows you take your job seriously, earning the respect they give you with every step you take and being praised by professors and faculty alike â even being invited to have dinner with the university president along your association!Â
But of course, itâs not all sunshine and rainbows because there are always downsides to the good â one of them being a ginormous thorn to your being.Â
RyĹmen Sukuna is a man youâve been dealing with for almost four years. Known for his intimidating cadence whenever he walks the halls, the brutality of his moves as heâs the famous trump card of the schoolâs jiu-jitsu club, and his cold and demeaning manner of speech when talking down to others he deems beneath him, he is regarded at the campusâ âdemon dog.â Someone that many can never believe is the older brother of the freshman track star sweetheart, Yuuji Itadori.
He is a person that many say is the complete opposite face when compared to you, a fact you have no choice but to agree with a twitching brow. Looking through all the disruptive students youâve dealt with, Sukuna would be crowned King for being the most colossal nuisance of your life. Whether it be reporting him to the campus police for picking fistfights with the juniors, smoking in smoke-free zones, adding more tattoos to his face and arms, or willingly trashing places because he thinks he can, no one has been more subject to give you more grey hairs. He just doesnât listen â he wonât listen!Â
And the worst part is that he enjoyed making your life a living hell. God, heâs such a fucking bastard, not wanting to deal with outside of your academic life.
âŚUntil you two see each other from across the living room where a huge party is held in one of the off-campus apartments, perplexed crimson eyes locked on with widened ones, too shocked to take a sip of your drink from your red solo cup. You immediately turned to the group before you, hoping the sea of kids and the bouncing bass could distort your image from his vision.Â
Too late; the salmon-haired senior couldnât hide the grin on his face as he slithers past people to get to where you are. Students move out of the way for him to move, the group you were hanging with gasps with wary stares, and Sukuna taps your bare shoulder.Â
âNever figured the student government president would be here,â his voice was chilling as always. Yet you remain a neutral face when facing him. âSomething tells me there isnât apple juice in that solo cup.â
The group you were hanging out with instantly excused themselves to somewhere else in the apartment, leaving you alone with Sukuna. You rolled your eyes, âWhat is it, RyĹmen?â You feel disgusted as his red eyes scan your figure, taking in the off-shoulder, long-sleeved bodycon dress you were wearing. True, you donât wear stuff like this all the time, but you canât expect this bastard to have any amount of decency or subtlety.Â
âWhatcha doinâ here, prez?â God, you hated him calling you that, knowing good and damn well what your name was â but, again, why would he bother; not respecting you enough to do something simple as that. âIsnât this kind of thing what youâre against for and all?â
âHmph, am I not allowed to have some fun at a party I was invited to?â You furrowed your brows and took an aggressive sip. âBesides, this is off-campus housing; the property owners are the ones whoâll have anyoneâs asses if stuff breaks or cause disruption against the codes.âÂ
âOh, so the uptight President is off duty this time? Hmm, ainât that something,â he leans against the wall beside you with crossed arms. Your gaze was averted to the crowd bumping and grinding rather than acknowledging the delinquent examining you. âI figured youâd be somewhere pulling your panties to some poor bastard.â
âWatch your tone when talking to me, RyĹmen,â you finally send him a glare through your peripherals. It humored him, a devilish chortle you could hear even through the loud bass. âLucky for you, Iâm only here to have a good time with some friends before heading home to assignments. So, do me a favor and donât start shit for me to take home and stress over.âÂ
He lifts a brow, âIs that so? Miss Prez came to let loose, huh.â You didnât like how he said that â nor how he moved to lean closer to you. His cologne disrupts your nostrils. âNever thought you had that side of you.â
âThere are many things you donât know about me, RyĹmen,â you swing your cup around with a scoff. âAnd Iâd prefer to keep it that way.â
And you thought youâd win this round as Sukuna doesnât say anything to you for a few seconds. However, the man goes through his pocket to pull out his phone to pull up something. And when he finds it, he flashes the screen to your direction. âYou mean things like these?â You turn to look at the device, and your eyes go wide with an agape mouth. What he was showing were photos â a whole lot â of you.Â
âYou know, Iâm sure it must be hard being president of the student body; thatâs why I donât envy you,â one photo shown is of you smoking in the Honors Lounge with a few of your student government associates, an action undoubtedly prohibited within the facilities. âSo, I canât blame you when you decide to settle down and let yourself go for a minute,â he swipes his finger to pictures of you drinking liquor with some other students who smoke blunts and have weed plastered on the coffee table. âHowever, you really outta be careful with what youâre doing, Y/n; you got people who look up to you and expect so much from you.â Another picture shows you at some dark nightclub with a guy friend, shoving middle fingers and sticking tongues out at the camera.Â
Your lips quiver with every swipe, and lips quiver, âWhâŚWhere did you get thoseâŚâ
âHmm? I canât share that information. Heh, plus, I like to keep tabs on those who can get on my nerves,â he stuffs the phones back into his dark jean pocket. âBut I canât lie; the more I look at those pictures and compare them to the little president that nags too damn much, I canât help but wonder what would happen if someone were to leak these out for the whole school to see. Which would drop quicker: your presidential scholarship and accolades or your reputation?â
âYou fucking assholeâŚ!â
You swiftly throw your cup at Sukuna, but the pink-haired man dodges easily and grabs your wrist â the poor guy behind him gets drenched with your drink. âHey!â The guy grabs Sukunaâs shoulder and is immediately met with the infamous death glare. ââŚMy fault, bro, donât worry about it. Iâll go dry off,â the student says while backtracking away from those fearsome eyes.Â
Youâre trembling with vexed shakes; the hand on your wrist holds you tight with no sign to let go unless necessary. Otherwise, you know heâll break it if you make one wrong move. ââŚWhat the hell do you want from me?â
Now Sukuna has you in the palm of his hand â his sinister grin growing as he leans closer to be inches away from your face. âMy apartment is on the top floor; you have ten minutes to get your ass up there,â you donât move a centimeter when he draws near your ear to whisper. âIâll show you how to really get loose, Miss President.â
The words felt like sharp daggers to your throat, âYouâŚdevil.â
He snickers into your ear, âPick your poison, and youâll see just how much of a devil I can be.â
And with that, Sukuna straightens himself up and heads out, his frame disappearing deep into the crowd till you canât see him anymore. Your heartbeat goes at a pace way too irregular to call ordinary, and your blood too cold as it has your skin suffer in shivers.Â
This was a nightmare â an absolute, horrifying nightmare. Thereâs no way the guy that you hate with your very guts just blackmailed you! This was not how this night was supposed to go; now your whole reputation â what youâve built with your own two hands â is being held in front of you and is dependent on going to this assholeâs apartment. Who the hell does he think he is!?
You didnât want to go. You wouldnât go! Especially under the premise of that fucker, playing with your life like some toy. Your thoughts were inner turmoil, challenging your morals and conscience on what to do. Your pride was trying to pull up a good fight, holding onto whatever dignity you have to validate not going up on the elevator and seeing Sukuna for what heâs about to do to you. Theyâre just pictures; people will think theyâre edited or question if theyâre valid!
However, the fact that you spent five minutes going back and forth with this suggests those were anything but pictures. He had ammunition to bring you down â to humble and look down on you â and have everyone do the same, no matter what you could say to justify yourself. So, swallowing your ego, you exit the party and walk the hallway down to the elevator. Every floor you ascended made you feel small, and when the doors opened for you to step out and you saw him leaning on his door waiting for you, your fate had been sealed.Â
The same smirk he had at the party was plastered on his face. You were no longer in control of the situation; you are now in his domain â and you should follow his commands to keep up.
âGahhh! Mmmph, Ryooo, stopâEeek! Yâre hitting so haâAhhh!â
âWhat? You thought I was going to be easy with you? After all those times youâve pestered me to no end? Hah, think again, prez.â
Being in the same space with Sukuna is something you never comprehended happening civilly in all your years of knowing him. Now, being laid on top of his knees as he sits on the edge of the bed is jarring in its own sentence. The skirt of your dress was pulled up, your ass and panties out for the cool air to caress. Not until Sukuna rips you off your underwear and starts giving your bare butt unforeseen strikes. The impact of his hand was so harsh that you gripped his jean-clad leg with a scream.Â
He goes about this for a solid five minutes, giving your asscheeks slaps â and your cries have him chuckle and do some more. And you canât squirm out of his hold, or else heâll dent the skin of your butt with his fingertips, piercing into the tense muscle to inflict pain like no other. God, it hurt so bad, every smack taking your breath away.Â
âLook at you,â he coos, rubbing his hand on the hot skin. The pain was so bad to the point of your eyes watering; simply hovering his Hand over you was enough to have you in shudders. âWhatever happened to the poised and resilient Y/n whoâd always dare threaten me for my behavior? This person on me, screaming like a whore, canât be the same Y/n.âÂ
You grit your teeth, turning over your shoulder to express your seething glare. âWho are you calling a whore, you fuckingâDeeeii! Ohhh!â Sukuna sneaks a forefinger inside your wet cunt, not bothering to warn you. âWaiâTahhh! Take it out, take it out rightâNoooh!!â
âOh, donât even think youâre in any position to tell me what to do, slut,â you bite your lip as he moves his finger into your vagina with such merciless vigor. âAnd with how youâre crying like a bitch, you sound pretty whore-ish to me.â
Oh, go fuck yourself! You could have told him that â but you didnât because he squeezes in his middle finger to insert inside your tight chasm, both digits now rummaging inside your vaginal walls and scraping them to the point of drooling babbles on your part. You couldnât think of anything, not when heâs still throwing smacks on your ass with his free hand. You canât even wipe the spit that comes down your lips because he distracts you with more jabs to your inner walls and pinches to the skin of your butt. Fuck, fuuuck!!
And it gets worse when you feel his thumb dance around your asshole. âNâNo, stop it, Sukuna! Thatâs dirty, donâtâMmnaahh!!â He slips it inside without care; the pain of his thumb forcing inside your puckered anus almost has you shut down.
âThatâs the point, prez,â he bites his lip with a pestilent snicker. âGonna make you so fucking dirty tonight, wanna ruin that perfect image of yours that you donât recognize yourself. He scratches your butt, resulting in you clamping onto his digits with a grip that feeds his ego. âMhmm, just like that, princess.â
How dare he play with your ass like a toy and have the nerve to call you that? Such a sick man; the hate you have for him boils your blood to no end. âAhhh, stoop, too fast, please, go sloâMmmph!?â
He shoves two fingers in your mouth to stifle your cries. âThatâll keep you from squealing, fucking pig.â And he continues to toy with your slit and anus, your whimpers muffled by his thick fingers.
âTake it all in, Y/n, every single fucking inch, ya hear?âŚMmmm, yeah, deep in your throat like that.âÂ
This. Is. The. Worst! Thereâs absolutely no way youâre sucking Sukunaâs cock right now; this is the very last thing youâd want to be doing! Heâs standing with his dark jeans and briefs on his thighs, his hand on the back of your head to make sure your mouth remains on his dick at all times. If you could, you wouldâve chewed the damn thing off and made a run for it.Â
But you came here for a reason, so you keep your disdain at bay and begrudgingly suck on Sukunaâs glans, having the salmon-haired man purr from above you. And it doesnât help that he holds his phone to take pictures of you and said add more to his collection. God, heâs so disgustingâŚ
âFhhh, fuck, that feels good,â he groans at you taking his girth. Your lips down to the hilt, burrowing his length deep into the warm, tight tunnel of your throat. âWho woulda thought the strict, by-the-book Y/n would take in dick so well?â You narrow your eyes at him as you bob your face up and down, earning a hearty chuckle from the pleased man. âThat face of yours, baby, so furious with me, huh.â
You try to pay him no mind, distracting yourself with the task at hand by licking one of his balls before sucking them. Your hands increase in speed when stroking him, having the man above unable to stop bucking his hips to your fist for more enviable friction.Â
âShit, yeah, yes,â he throws his head back in bliss, and you can tell heâs about finished while feeling his cock pulsate under your touch. âBring your face here.â
He does it for you â his hand on your head for a reason â and forces you close to his cock before he jerks himself for release. And his come exudes with a force, landing right on your face. You fight every fiber of your being to move away, accepting his essence to paint your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was unbelievable how disgracious he was, just plain selfish and unapologetically nasty.Â
You hear the phone snap, throwing another scowl at the pink-haired responsible. âLookinâ like a real cumslut for me, prez.â
And the worst part of all finally comes around â the thing you dreaded once you stepped out of that party and into that elevator.
ââFffaaahh! Hooohshiiit! This is crazyâEeeee!â
âFuckinâ shit, youâre tight as hell, womanâŚKhhhâŚ! Tryinâ to milk me dry, huh, Y/nâŚâ
Sukuna lies beneath you with his legs bent away, his arms wrapped underneath your legs, and pushing them to your chest from behind. His cock is entombed inside your leaking slit as he thrusts up to you with every second, and the sound of your ass smacking onto his thighs fills the space.
He has his hands behind your neck, demanding you to look at the union of your sexes, and your face couldnât get any hotter than watching the obscenity. Heâs been fucking you for more than ten minutes now, his cum inside you from the last round stains a white âoâ around the base of him, and the sticky substance so vulgar to look at it stretching with his push and pull motions. And the squelching â the goddamn squelching! â it only furthered the fog clouding your mind.
There was no point concealing your wails; your lips were forced open with every jab from Sukuna. Jesus, he was so fucking big â your poor cunt stretched to accommodate his intrusion. You clamp onto him more when he pulls, the barbell piercing his frenulum and scraping your walls from the descent and grazing your G-spot.
âFuck, fuuuck, hssshâŚ!â It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of this, and you couldnât tell if you were speaking adequately or prattling like some sex-crazed fool. You sigh with rolled eyes when he sends sporadic ruts out of nowhere, clenching onto his shaft with a tug.Â
It has Sukuna groan hotly, his breath steaming your skin. âHoly fuck, you really love gripping my cock, donât you, princess?â
âIâI canât help it! You keep ân hitâHaishhh!â Your eyes meet the ceiling at the jab of your A-spot, the pressure making you feel full. âYouâhicââŚYoâre the one mâking me like thisssâŚâ
âIs that right?â He takes slow thrusts to draw out your pleasure; your broken howls were music to his ears. âSounds like the to be enjoying yourself.â You hurriedly shake your head no, and he throws a bitter pound to your hypersensitive chasm. âBrat, why the hell else are you milking me like this for, then?âÂ
âBecauseee, it feelsâŚ.Mmmm,â No, you canât say that. Donât tell him what he wants to hear.
âHmm? Feels what?â You can hear the smirk on his lips. You donât say anything except muffled hums, so he probes you, âYou want me to send out those pictures, huh? Show just how much of a terrible president you are, how you love to go dumb on my dick?â
Of course not! âDoâDonât you dareâŚ!â
âThen answer the question: how does it feel, hmm? Tell me, how do you feel being fucked by the guy you hate so much?â
Oh, damn you, RyĹmen Sukuna! It was now you shed a tear, your hands grabbing for his forearms for purchase.Â
ââFucking âell, it feels good,â you said it, your last bit of dignity finally thrown for the man to shred apart. âFeels âoo good, you make me feelâGeheehhâŚso damn goodâŚ!â
Oh, that was more than enough for him. Sukunaâs sneer becomes broader, and his chuckles are felt from your back. âWhat a dirty bitch for me, princessâŚâ
His hips go back to an unsteady fashion, propelling his dick to his base, and the brushes of his piercing massage your walls too precisely. It doesnât take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you with a scream, the walls of your cunt contracting around Sukuna for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his arms, and drool leaves your pretty agape mouth as he allows you to ride out your climax.
Sukuna whistles at the sensation of you fluttering on his girth. âPhew, damn, that was a good fuck. You know how to keep up with me, woman; youâd make a great pet.â
You were sick of him, gulping to wet your dry throat. âDeleteâŚthe fuckingâŚpictures.â Your empty threat only has him click his tongue with a scoff.
âNot so fast there, prez; the fun was just getting good.â Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet. âSo, be a good brat and know your place is under me tonight.
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lover ; LN4
pairing(s) ; lando norris x swiftie!reader
summary ; in which y/n just wants to post pictures of her boyfriend, not expecting people to get the wrong idea
warnings ; smau, lots of fluff
note ; its 3am and i didnât want to sleep til i finished this so idk what mistakes there probably is lmaođ also just pretend the twitter stuff says 2024 i cba changing it all
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Hazbin Hotel - Petname Headcanons
Headcanons for what terms of endearment Vox, Alastor, and Lucifer use in their relationships. I was going to do more characters, but this post got too long (AGAIN), so I just did my favs. If enough people want it, I can do a part 2? Maybe? MAYHAPS?
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Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; talks about what yall like to be called during sex; Daddy/Mommy kinks; Valentino mention; Lucifer really needs therapy you guys (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ËËâââââ
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What He Calls You
(NOTE: Huge credit to @bindeds for the whole 'Vox does sappy petnames' headcanon. You should read their post with it >here<. Its lived rent free in my head since I read it.)
Honestly? Vox is a menace when it comes to terms of endearment.
Vox loves to get creative and call you super sappy stuff. Things like sugar bear, honey kisses, love dove, cuddle cake.... I pray you can at least tolerate this because I have no doubt that Vox has sent past partners running for the hills by doing this.
These silly names tend to come in waves. Vox will have one that he likes to call you, use it for a short bit, then switch it up for a different one. So if there is one you particularly don't like, at least you never have to deal with it for more then a few days.
Vox doesn't like to talk about you in front of the cameras (he has a deep fear that your going to end up stolen). But when he does, he avoids using your actual name. Instead Vox calls you more... conventionally sappy petnames. Like dearest, or starlight.
Not embarrassed at all about calling you these things in front of millions of viewers. He loves you so much and feels so lucky to have you. In a perfect world and if this wasn't, you know, Hell, Vox would just openly brag about you on air 24/7.
While Vox always seems to have something new to call you, the one name that sticks around and actually gets used consistently is sugar. A classic 50s petname. He thinks it particularly suits you because your, well, sweet as sugar. And you make everything in his life better.
What You Call Him
Vox could not care less what you call him. I don't mean that in a 'he doesn't care' way, no, its the opposite. I mean you could call him literally whatever you want and Vox will love it. He just wants to be called something special and to know he is special to you.
I'm not kidding here. Everything is on the table. Cutesy names, sappy ones, playful nicknames... Literally whatever you want as long as its not straight up demeaning or embarrassing.
Don't call him Voxy though. Yeah, its a cute name he will admit; and it sounds bittersweet coming from your lips. But that name is just far too associated with Valentino. It brings back so many painful memories and raw resentment that Vox would rather not experience in your presence. If he has to at all.
I've always pictured Vox being that guy who never wants to hear his real name come from your mouth once you two start dating. You all know the type of guy I'm talking about. Dude will have an actual breakdown.
You two could be having a serious conversation or heated argument, but as soon as you say 'Vox' nothing else matters to him. Vox just gapes at you and is like "Since when am I VOX to you?! I'M YOUR CUDDLE BEAR." Or insert whatever name you use for him. He says it completely serious too.
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A little ironic considering he hates hearing his actual name come from your mouth normally; but when you two are in the bedroom, Vox wants you to say nothing but his name.
Vox loves nothing more then when he fucks you stupid on his cock or overstimulates you to where his name is the only word you know. When you start moaning his name like a prayer or chanting it as your voice cracks.
There is nothing more beautiful to him then those sounds. Vox could cum from those sounds alone; and he has many times. Times when one of you was away or you two were otherwise separated.
Vox would play back the sounds of your pleading during your last time together to himself. He had been away from you for too long. He desperately needed to hear your voice, his name from your lips. Its like a drug to him.
Vox tends to lean towards gentler, more classic names in the bedroom. He whispers how much he missed you, darling. While his lips greedily take yours again and again. He will kiss down your neck, mumbling against your skin how he cant wait to make his sweetheart feel good. Gorgeous, beautiful, and handsome also frequently leave his lips once more skin starts getting exposed.
I have always headcanoned Vox as a switch. When he veers towards that more dominant, possessive side, he will start using more sexually charged names like babe or kitten. But if you two have been together a long time or you end up tying the knot.... Now Vox just babbles about how perfect his wife or his husband is as he plows into you over and over.
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What He Calls You
Poor deer man. Quite bluntly, he has no idea what to do when he gets actual feelings for someone. I mean, yeah, he know what to do; in theory. In practice however, its a whole different story. Things are always much easier in theory then actual reality.
Perfect example of this is when you two first become an item and Alastor tries to legitimately flirt with you. Alastor lays it on just a little bit too thick and goes straight to calling you baby.
The entire hotel gets thrown for a loop. Husk chokes on his drink, Angel Dust fucking yowls, and Vaggie is cringing into the next century.
Fun fact: 'baby' first started being used as a term of endearment in the 1920s and was all the rage during that time. So Alastor probably actually used it.
Poor boomer Alastor doesn't understand what happened until he vents to Rosie about it and she laughs at him too. Rosie has to explain to Alastor that the whole 'baby' thing has taken on a much more sexual connotation during the last, you know, hundred years.
Alastor is somehow even more embarrassed about the whole faux pas upon knowing the full context then he was before.
To avoid another, ahem... incident. Alastor just straight up asks what you would like him to call you. As long as its not something too weird or sappy he will oblige.
If you tell him to call you whatever he wants, Alastor is going to be like a deer in the headlights (pun intended) due to what happened last time. Will probably just stick to your name for awhile or test things out in private first.
Alastor is partial to calling you darling, my dear, or just love. Whichever seems to make your heart flutter most.
You can always tell when Alastor is in a particularly good/playful mood because he will call you my doe (if your female) or my buck (if your male). Alastor will also use this name if he is showing you off or you've done something to make him proud of you.
What You Call Him
If you were to ask him? Alastor would tell you to simply call him by his name or just Al. Says he isnt fond of petnames even though he uses them all the time. Guy is strange.
If you do start using petnames he wont stop you. Do keep it classy however. Don't call him anything super silly, or too sexual. He now has a vendetta against the name baby so don't call him that either.
Alastor will never directly say he likes the name, but you have noticed that when you call him love or my love his smile gets a bit wider and his eyes relax a bit.
You can get away with teasing names in private. Like princess for instance. When you first called Alastor that he gave you the dirtiest look. Not in a sexual way. I mean in a 'I dare you to call me that again, brat' way.
The second time you called him princess, Alastor's ears flattened against his head and he warned you to kindly refrain from that name. However, he couldn't hide how his tail was wagging playfully.
The third time you knew exactly what you were doing as you bolted in the opposite direction right after calling him a precious princess. Alastor, wide eyed and absolutely feral, immediately dropped everything in his hands, shattering several glasses, and gave chase.
Its become a weird game between the two of you. Alastor will never admit how much he loves to see that defiant spark in your eyes.
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Just like any other time, Alastor simply prefers to hear his name above all else when things get steamy. Although he does have a weak spot for being called master...
Likewise, Alastor tends to call you his pet. And like any good master with their pet, Alastor's ultimate goal is your safety and comfort. That doesn't mean he wont push you to your limits or make you perform for him however. The name is more of an unspoken promise that he will never actually hurt you.
Out of all the guys, Alastor is the one you would least expect to have a thing for calling you mommy in the bedroom (regardless of your gender). This usually happens when your overstimulated and/or Alastor is deep into a servicing mode, trying to make you feel as good as possible, and pulling as many orgasms from you as he physically can.
It also happens during his ruts. Alastor will vacillate between calling you mommy or his mate. He will growl into your neck how good of a mate you are as he fucks into you. How you are all his. Then after Alastor fills you to the brim with cum he will tell you how he, 'Cant wait for Mommy to have my fawns. Lets see how much more Mommy can take, hm?'
The whole mommy kink is a secret he will take with him to oblivion however. Alastor will make sure anyone who knows of it does too.
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What He Calls You
Sorry; but I'm on the bandwagon that Lucifer uses duck based petnames for his partner. Duck or ducky are his go to names. Period. Especially when he is excited about something or gushing over how cute you are.
Lucifer genuinely thinks your as cute as a duck. Coming from him, thats quite a compliment. If you let him, Lucifer will 100% do the cutesy baby-talk voice at you when you do something particularly endearing and his cuteness meter is overloading.
When Lucifer is in front of people and trying to act normal (as in, masking hardcore), he will instead address you by a rather curt darling or my dear.
Although it may come across like Lucifer is distancing himself from you, he isn't actively trying to be less affectionate to you at all. Crowds/people in general are just super stressful for the guy and he is trying his absolute best to look like he has his shit together.
Once he relaxes a bit, you get some liquid courage in him, or if you two are with some friends, Lucifer moves to more intimate names.
When you go to sit, Lucifer will beckon you to come closer, doll, until your practically sitting on his lap. Then he will look at you with the most adoring eyes as he asks how are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart? He really does love you more then you can imagine.
What You Call Him
Lucifer tends to like the sweetest, sappiest terms of endearment. The ones that make your chest fill with butterflies and anyone within earshot nauseous. God bless the hotel for dealing with your shit because you two are actual diabetes.
Call him teddy bear, cuddle bug, or snuggs because of how physically affectionate he is. Also just because of how wonderful Lucifer's cuddles are and how you both could spend the rest of eternity in each other's arms.
Other good options are muffin, honey bun, or cupcake. Why the food names? Because Lucifer LOVES to cook for you of course! Its not just the pancakes either, this guy actually does know how to cook. One of his favorite things is to surprise you with a night in and a completely home made three course meal. (But thats for another post!)
If you want to compete with Lucifer's whole duck thing and give him a matching bird petname, you can call him lovebird. Lucifer might return the favor and start calling you his lovebird too. Because its exactly what you are. You both really are just a pair of lovebirds.
If you don't like ANY of those, buttercup or sweetpea are also good options. Two cute flower names that tie nicely into Lucifer's whole 'garden of Eden' thing.
You could also straight up call him cutie. Its a vicious cycle with this one. Because whenever you call him that, Lucifer gets the happiest, most adorable smile on his face. So you end up wanting to call him it more...
You got lots of great options with him. But if you want something more """serious"""; sweetie, sweetheart, honey, or shortening his name to Luci will still make his heart flutter without getting too crazy.
Another fun thing you can do, is call him my King or my Liege before kissing the back of his hand. Lucifer cant help but get flustered and start giggling like an idiot.
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Do I even need to say it? Do I even need to say what two words turn this man into an actual puddle on the spot?
Like seriously. Those words hold so much power that you have to be super careful with how you wield it. Lucifer could be so distracted, excitedly telling you about a new project he is working on. Then you just mutter how much of a good boy he is and every muscle in Lucifer's body instantly tenses. You giggle as you see a surprised shudder run up his spine. His cock already standing at full attention.
Lucifer has a weakness for the name pretty boy as well. Caress his soft skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses, before whispering how much of a pretty boy he is; and Lucifer will reward you with the most sinful moans.
Be careful with him though; Lucifer may be the sin of pride, king of hell, and the fucking devil, but the man wears his heart on his sleeve and can easily be hurt by your words if your not careful.
Don't degrade him. This actually really hurts him and can easily send Lucifer spiraling. Before punishments, tell him he has been a bad boy, a naughty boy. Tell him he has to make up for it and prove how good he really is.
Praise on both of your ends. Lucifer constantly tells you how beautiful, gorgeous, and/or handsome you are. When you return the praise, the devil melts.
Lucifer will call you angel or my angel, because to him, your beauty rivals all of heaven itself. You also came into his life and saved him as if you were an angel sent just for him. He knows that would never happen of course; but he likes to dream.
Has a lowkey daddy kink as well but is ashamed of it since he is an actual dad. But you can easily get him riled up by playing into it and calling yourself baby or mommy. Ooohh boy will this devil then be ready to actually make you a mommy~
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â Kinktober Day 4: Aphrodisiac! â
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Sam hated witches.
They were nearly impossible to deal with, mischievous, and most of the time, they had no real idea what they were getting themselves into. But the ones that did know were the ones Sam hated the most. Because they did stuff like this.
This older grandma-type had seen you and Sam when you came to interview her about some teenagers disappearing, and then claiming they spent three weeks in the woods as actual animals- squirrels and deer and rabbits. Due to what they claimed was a witch, and what the police claimed to be hallucinogenic mushrooms (or something.)
She decided you needed a little push in the right direction, and had drugged the two of you with an aphrodisiac in the tea she offered. Too bad the kids had managed to describe her only a few hours later. Dean had shot her in the head before she could really tell them what it did beyond the whole 'making you really horny' thing. The spell, drug, whatever it was, had taken its sweet time kicking in. He thought it would be okay. All three of you did.
A town over, after the burning and the burying and the ruining of spell ingredients, it had hit him in the car- and you moments later. He managed to tell Dean to pull into a motel and splurge for three rooms- because no way was he going to share with his brother, and no way was he going to share with you.
You were just- Well, you were... you were something to him, something sweet and perfect and entirely untouchable. Besides, even seeing you right now might cause his heart to burst, because you raise his resting heart rate by like twenty BPM just by existing around him, and he can already feel his heart thundering against his ribs. He's sweatier than he's ever been in his life, naked on the edge of his bed in the motel room with a hand around his dick.
He's trying to jerk off to this terrible cable porn, but he keeps imagining you between his legs, your eyes fluttering so pretty as you lick up the underside of his dick, over that vein at the tip that makes him shudder, and-
He cums with a little strangled gasp and a whimper, not expecting his release to creep up on him like that. He pants, eyeing the spot where the cum soaks into the rug. He thinks 'god, finally', because maybe that would make everything better.
But he's still hard as a rock. And his head is still foggy. And if he's hearing things right, there's a timid little knocking sound at his door, but that might also be a hallucination due to his brain leaking out of his ears. He's so hot. He feels like he's melting.
The knock comes again, louder this time. Sam clears his head enough to tug on his boxers as he stumbles towards the door, still a little shaky from his orgasm. He looks through the peephole, and...
Shit.
It's you.
He opens the door slightly. He just stares at you- you're wrapped in a bathrobe, you're squirming under his gaze, you're sweaty and you look weaker than he's ever seen you. You're so perfect. So beautiful.
"Hey," He croaks out, voice hoarse. "How are you holding up?"
He's never wanted to kiss you more in his entire life.
Instead, he opens the door all the way and ushers you inside. The idea of anyone else seeing you looking like this makes him feel an emotion he doesn't quite want to deal with, and the door closes and locks behind you. He offers you a weak little smile.
"It's, um, it's worse than I thought it would be." You manage, shrugging as you sit down on the edge of his bed. He winces internally when you cast your eyes towards the cum staining the carpet. You don't say anything.
"Yeah, it's... not great." He manages, running a hand through his hair. "I tried to do some research on it when we got here, but, uh..."
"You got too horny to think?" You offered, laughing weakly. Sam nodded with a breathless chuckle.
"Yeah, um- sorry about the porn. On the tv." He said awkwardly, moving to turn it off. "I thought it would help, but it really didn't."
"It's okay." You whispered, smiling as he turned to you. "I don't think there's really anything that could help."
"I can think of something." Sam says with a laugh, shaking his head.
"Yeah?" And you tilt your head and flutter your eyelashes. His mind goes blank, just a little. He swallows dryly.
"... Yeah."
Sam swears he has no idea what happened. It's like everything blurred together, and suddenly he was on top of you, kissing the air straight out of your lungs. And his body stopped hurting. And the fog cleared a little bit.
"Fuck," He rumbles against your lips. "Fuck, you taste so good."
You moan all sweet into his mouth and he gets dizzy, if he wasn't already hard, he would've been, because you're just so soft and so fucking wet-
He's rutting his cock against your pussy, and fumbling with the tie of your bathrobe. It falls away, and something cracks in his head because his tip catches at your entrance and the moan he lets out is guttural. He feels wild, he feels hungry, and he wants to fill you up with cum until it leaks out around him.
"Shh, shh," He hushes breathlessly, because you're mewling and it's so cute he might die. "Shh, I've got you, d-doesn't it feel better? You want me to make you feel better?"
You nod, lightly knocking your forehead against his, and he laughs softly. "Sam," you whine, and your hands come up to curl around the base of his neck. "Need you, please..."
"I'm here," He coos, sweet and soft. "I'm here, angel, I've got you." He pushes in, slowly, kissing all over your face as he does. Once he's settled, he takes a moment to pull back and drink you in. You're so pretty, so impossibly pretty, and softer than any girl he's ever been with before.
He thrusts, just a little, shallowly, and the noise you make is almost enough to have him cumming right then and there. He breathes out weakly, thumb sliding through your folds to find your clit. He fumbles, a little- sue him for being nervous- but finds it eventually, rubbing it slowly as he bottoms out in you over and over again.
You're whining, squirming, and- holy shit- you've cum already, just so sweet and sensitive for him, tensing and crying out and he has half a mind to thank the witch profusely because he never would've dared to touch you if this hadn't happened.
"You're so pretty." He breathes, and his voice breaks when he thrusts back in. He's trying so hard not to cum right then and there. "God, oh god, I want to fill you up so bad. Wanna see you dripping with it, oh god."
"Pleasepleaseplease," you beg. "Please, Sammy, want it, need it-" And with that, Sam's mind fucking shatters. He registers that he cums again, register that you cum again, and he's still fucking hungry, wants to stay like this forever.
He keeps going, working both of you through another orgasm, whimpering breathless little moans of your name, babbling about how good you feel, his head dropping into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, and he whines like a dog.
The rest of the night is a blur. At some point, he thinks the aphrodisiac wears off, but his memory blots out a little ways before that. Waking up in the morning, he's still in bed, and you're tucked into his chest. His head is spinning. He sits up, and you mumble sleepily, and his heart clenches in his chest.
"Good morning." He whispers, kissing over your face. When he gets a little giggly smile from you, he smiles back.
And then he pulls out. A little flood of cum follows.
And Sam has officially been ruined, because he's going to have to ask Dean for Plan B and he's never going to live it down- but also, he's had you, he's never going to let you go, because you're just so perfect.
He'd endure a lifetime of teasing for you.
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in sleepless nights, i find solitude in you
FEATURING itoshi sae, itoshi rin, oliver aiku, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, and shoei barou
CW oliver aiku
SYNOPSIS what they like to do on sleepless nights with you
NOTE these are hcs and are not reflective of their characters!
âËâżË° itoshi sae - hearing you talk about your day
- a mundane, yet intimate moment between you two - he finds it so endearing when you talk about your day and get so passionate about it too - he just loves hearing your voice; the way you speak, the way your voice just sliiightly raises when youâre telling him about some person you abhor (big boy word), and the way you ask him for his thoughts on something youâre yapping about makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the whole world - you both end up not sleeping D: but itâs okay, heâs not complaining because itâs you
âËâżË° itoshi rin - binge watching horror movies
- you hate him for this. - but at the same time, you love it because he holds you close to him - he knows youâre scared, especially when itâs ass oâclock in the evening (more like morning) and your roomâs only source of light is the television. so he holds you tight :D - he has the urge to make fun of you because youâre oh so scared, but he stops himself from doing so because he loves holding you close
âËâżË° oliver aiku - holding you close to him (in his words, spooning)
- surprisingly, heâs not horny - i guess bc of practice, heâs tired and he just wants to de-stress and go on about his night without tiring himself out more, you included (LMAO NOT ME SPEAKING LIKE IM GANG W GREEN GALLAGHER) - so he holds you close :D - and its not like the hold you close and talk about stuff type either - literally the hold you close and sit in silence type with occasional kisses from him :DÂ
âËâżË° chigiri hyoma - gossip (okay so some of you probably don't tolerate gossip but gossip culture has been SUUUUCH a big part of my life that i cant help but associate it w chigiri im so sorry you can bitch slap me for this LMAOAOAO ANWYAYS)
- he loves gossiping. he usually has THE ggoat (greatest gossip of all time) - this usually ranges from people he works closely with, or people he knows but that person doesn't know him but for some reason the news reached him LMAOAAOAÂ - for some reason, he also has visual references??? like if theyre related to texting he has screenshots of their convo???? if irl, he has pictures????? YOU DONT KNOW HOW HE GETS THOSE đđ (based this hc off my friend who has everything for some reason đđ) - and most of the time theyre literally so mind-boggling you have to stop him and walk around the room to calm your beating heart down - he also loves using a soundboard while doing so LMOAOAOAO
âËâżË° mikage reo - slow dancing
- ah yes. the typical rich boy activities. - but like even if he wasnt born in that class (GANG DONT TWIST MY WORDS IM NOT A CLASSIST WLANSISOS), he'd most likely still love doing this (idk theres smth about him that js makes me think he would love dancing) - in the kitchen, dimmed lights, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, herb alpert playing in the background, and his lips on your forehead - im leaving it at that :))
âËâżË° nagi seishiro - playing roblox
- typical nagi. - what roblox games you ask? dress to impress. - he likes playing simple games at night. and those simple games dont include dress to impress :)) - buuuut. he still plays it because the satisfaction he gets from beating 12 year olds outweigh the stress he gets from said 12 year olds - he loves to duo with you - literally caseoh just more nonchalant - he also likes to play those 2 player tycoons :DD
âËâżË° shoei barou - baking
- his love language is quality time - and whatâs more quality than baking time >:D - hes not someone for consuming sugar at ass oâclock. but heâll tolerate it bc it makes you happy :DD - he has those #probakingskillz bc he used to bake TONS of stuff with and for his sisters (HE ALSO BAKES THEIR GIRL SCOUT COOKIES GRAHHHHHHHH) - you also make him wear those silly pink frilly aprons (you have matching aprons but instead of yours being pink and frilly its literally the opposite)Â
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Hi can u please write about domestic life with Bills Eric Draven? Can there be fluffy and smutty moments? Tyyyy
Boy can I??? Iâd be DELIGHTED. His domesticity is all I think about. Heâs the sweetest, kindest and most loving bf and you canât change my mind. I got a little carried away! Hopefully this is what you were wanting! Enjoy doll!
Bf!Eric x gf!reader. Explicit sexual content under the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v. brief mentions of drug use, mostly fluffy relationship stuff
It wasnât entirely easy. You and Eric. The circumstances under which you met and the nature of the both of you was quite dysfunctional. You were chaos, and he was a mess. But it worked. The two of you. You worked perfectly. You werenât sure what it was, you had never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. But it was almost like you were meant to be together. If you didnât believe in the whole soulmates thing, you started to believe it when you met Eric.
He was so unreal, so out of this world. He was always by your side, fingers laced with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder. He always had to be touching you, whether it was something as little as holding your hand, or going as far as putting you in a matting press when he fucked you, because he hated the idea of not being as close to you as possible. He never meant to, he didnât even know what it was. He just did it one day. Your knees damn near next to your head, your body nearly folded in half as he draped his body over yours. You didnât even know your body could bend this way. But god this you like it. How deep he could be this way. And you had him so close you could hear his little sounds, his hard breathing and his soft grunts.
He always felt a little bad, manhandling you around like you were nothing. If he wasnât bending your body in ways you didnât think were human, he was putting you in a headlock as he took you from behind, one arm draped around your neck from shoulder to shoulder. He just wanted you close, afraid youâd run away. But he sometimes forgot to take it easy on you. You always assured him you were more than happy with him, that he wouldnât hurt you. Deep down it made you all kinds of earn to know you could arise such passions from him. For someone so morbidly quiet and nonchalant, Eric was very intense and passionate lover.
âItâs okay, baby. I got you. Youâre doing so good.â He would tell you, his voice soft and quiet in your ear, grounding you as his cock fucked you into nothing. âI just want to make you feel good, hm? Just want to make you feel good. Thatâs what you deserve.â
âI donât deserve this. Youâre too good for me.â He would say, his lips on your cheek as quiet moans spilled from your lips. âYouâre just so⌠I canât believe youâre all mine.â His name falling from your lips would be the end of him. So soft and desperate for him. He didnât have much experience before you, but now he just canât get enough of you. He wanted to be all over you at all times it actually upset him when you had to leave or when he did.9
But he was also oh so kind, so gentle and patient with you. He always followed you around like an oversized puppy, quietly listening to whatever tangent you would go on about. You could be cursing up a storm (albeit not directed at him) and he would take it with a straight face and big eyes. And it was often that nothing more but his presence would calm you down, center you.
âHow do you do it?â You asked him one day, hot tears staining your face after a day of one stressor after another. Eric had managed to get you on the couch where he silently sat you down on his lap. You almost immediately curled up into his lap, legs tucked under you and your head on his chest. You felt an almost instant sense of relief and peace fill you, and you were sighing deeply, feeling your heart slow its fast beating.
âDo what?â He asked you softly, his fingers massaging your head calmly. You rested your hand on his chest, eyes closed.
âThis. You calm me down. I was crying two minutes ago and now I feel⌠okay.â You felt him shrug under you and when you looked up he had a smile on his face. That smile could make you forget any grief or sadness you might have, because none of it really mattered.
But it wasnât just him who could bring you peace, you were his, too. His lows werenât as intense or visible as yours, but when he was at his low, he was at an all time low. He wouldnât speak, he wouldnât eat, he would just go about his day like a corpse, eyes dead and empty and his mind elsewhere. You understood he had his issues too, so you tried to be there for him without pushing him. You were more subtle. Youâd make him dinner, youâd invite him to watch a movie with you. And youâd tangle up with him on the couch as you all but forced him to eat, and youâd talk to him about your day. But something so small always meant so much to him. He couldnât help the way he felt, he couldnât help his negative thoughts that drove him to do drugs in the first place, but having you around to remind him someone in this world loved and cared for him, it made it all a little bit easier.
Eric started to bring you flowers one day. Every week once a week, he could come home with your favorite flowers. He alternated colors. With a sheepish smile heâd stand in the doorway with his hands behind his back. And the way he would look at you when gushed about how pretty they were was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, the only one that mattered. And to him you were. Seeing that smile on your face was the only thing he ever wanted to do.
âYou like them?â He would ask as if it wasnât obvious, but heâd do it just to hear you giggle and watch you all but skip to put them in water. âYeah? I saw them and thought about you.â
He always thought about you. There wasnât a single waking second where he didnât. You were good for him. And he knew that. He didnât need anything else to fill the emptiness in his chest because he had you. You had filled that hole and he made sure you knew that everyday.
Eric had many ways to show his love and devotion for you. He wrote you poems, he drew for you, you had so many sketches you have started to run out of places to hang them, but this one was by far his favorite. He could spend literal hours between your legs. He absolutely loved it. He was absolutely obsessed with it.
âE-Eric.. Please.â You were shaking, sweating, incoherent as his tongue circled on your clit, his long fingers fucking you through your, fourth, fifth? You stopped keeping count. He had been down there for an eternity. He just kept asking for one more, just one more and heâd leave you alone. But it wasnât enough. He was quite obsessive with the things he wanted.
But he figured heâd have to give you a break eventually. He was also painfully hard.
âIâm sorry baby.â He muttered softly as he crawled up your body, using the back of his hand to wipe the mess you had made, but his plush lips were still bright red and glistening. âYou know I get carried away sometimes⌠Youâre just so..â
He would kiss your face, brush your hair, soothe you back into a functioning human being. It wasnât often that Eric vocalized his thoughts, but in moments like this when he felt safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable, he would tell you all about how pretty you were, how talented you were, how much he loved you.
Eric was always full of surprises. He was quiet and nonchalant, but he was impulsive. You learned that very quickly.
âBaby?â You heard Eric call out to you as he came into the loft. You sat on the computer as you listened to one of his recordings. He had asked you to help him out since he really wanted to start pursuing his music and art now that he actually had someone that supported him.
With a smile, you took your headphones off and went to greet him, but you immediately frowned when you saw him hold something wrapped up in his hoodie.
âHey, whatcha got there?â You stood up, approaching him with narrowed eyes as he broke out a smile.
âIâm sorry. I just found it, I just.. I felt bad.â He pulled down his hoodie to reveal a precious little kitten. A black ball of fur coating its little face. Your heart immediately sank and you wanted to cry.
âOh my god, Eric.â You took the kitten into your hands and your eyes started watering as you hugged it. Eric wasnât sure what to make of your reaction. Did you hate it? Were you upset?
âNo, baby, Iâm sorry. I found it outside, itâs kinda cold and it was drinking from a puddle. I didnât want a car to hit it. We donât have to keep it if you donât want to, we can take it to a shelter or something.â He started to mumble, a hand coming to rub the back of his head and his lips fell open when he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He approached you, reaching to grab your face. âPlease donât cry.â
âNo⌠No Eric Iâm not..â You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears as you leaned into Ericâs chest while still hugging the now purring black ball of fur. âIâm not upset at all. Itâs just⌠Iâve never had my own pet before. And itâs so cute, can we keep it, please? Itâd be our little child.â
The way you looked at him with big pleading eyes made him feel so warm, he never thought heâd feel something like this. He smiled, nodding as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
âOf course we can keep it. Heâs kinda cute, right?â Eric chuckled as he scratched the little oneâs head.
âOr she.â
Your little ball of fur wasnât the only thing you and Eric shared. You got so many matching tattoos it was concerning. Your friends and family had even told you it was odd to get tattoos with a guy you had been dating for only a few months. But it didnât matter to you. You didnât know why, but deep down you knew your connection with Eric was out of this world. So what were a couple tattoos? You loved that you had a physical reminder of your connection with him. The feelings deep within your souls were forever marked on your skin, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Truth was, Eric loved tracing each and every one of your tattoos. He traced his fingers over the fine lines, traced the words, he traced his lips over them too. He particularly loved the ones on your back and on your stomach, the ones no one but him could see. They were his little secret.
You matched each other perfectly, in every way.
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I STILL WANNA BE YOUR FAVORITE BOY | C.HS
pairing ; vernon x reader
WHAT ! ; after rejecting his bestfriend vernon is left to ponder in what he lost, now its up to him whether to make things right
a/n ; i know ive been writing alot for vernon buttttttttt whos gonna fight me..đ
VERNON swore he didnt care, if anyone asked about you he shrugged it off. the news of you confessing to vernon wasnât shocking to anyone, the way you two looked at eachother explained everything but the part that shocked them was when he said he rejected you.
âso what? you just rejected them?â dokyeom asked sitting in front of vernon on the floor as he laid on the couch. not bothering to look up from his phone, vernon shrugged
âyeah
i dont get the big deal everyones making out of itâ
âthe big deal is that we all know you like them and weâre trying to protect you from regretting anythingâ dokyeom sighed. all he got back ad a response was a light chuckle from guy sitting on the couch. âiâll be fine, you guys dont need to be so worried about the decisions i makeâ
âwhat if you regret it?â
he looked away from his phone for a second and thought before shaking his head.
ânahâ
nah
nah
nah
now vernon was sitting at his dining table with his now cold mac n cheese infront of him. the word ânahâ was constantly repeating in his hand like a broken record trying to overpower dokyeom words of regret, because maybe he was right
and vernon hated to admit it
that he had fell for his bestfriend
and especially when he rejected them first and was now feeling something about them going on a date with another person
it was weird, normally youâd stay for dinner and afterwards you both would cuddle onnthe couch while watching a movie (always of your choice) to digest, then go cuddle in bed and go to sleep. (with the many years of knowing eachother and getting comfortable with one another) its no surprise you fell for him, and he fell for you too
so it was like something, or someoneâŚwas missing tonight
the table was too quiet, too much room, he didnt like it, at all.
but vernon was too selfless for his own good to stop you now. youâre already hurt by him, so why would you want someone like him to come back to your life again?
closing his eyes, he rubs his temples as he thinkings about what happened that day. he didnt think you deserved someone like him the day you confessed to him
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âjust tell me who you likeâ vernon stretched out his words as he leaned towards you trying to bother you
shaking your head as you laughed, you tried to push him off but he was too persistent in bothering you
âcmon, ill help youâ he said trying to convince you to at least give him a hint
âwould you?â
vernon nodded his head quickly hoping your answer would be him, but why when it wss did he reject you?
âi like youâ
he paused feeling his heart quicken, and out of adrenaline
âim sorry, i dont like youâ
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in his defense, the idea is much scarier than the reality. the moment he said yes, you would be stuck with him and his problems. so not wanting to hurt you he rejected you
so now why were you and him hurting?
the cold mac n cheese was now stored in the fridge as he lost his appetite thinking of you doing the same stuff you did with him to other people, let alone go on a date.
he wish he could change something about this.
so thats when it clicked
he can
grabbing a sweater and putting on his shoes he ran to his car trying to get their as soon as possible
-
well, the reality is much scarier than the idea because hes been standing outside your door for 10 minutes walking in circles while simultaneously looking around to see if any cars were pulling up to your drive way indicating your date
even then, if they did show up what was he gonna do?
beat them up?
well, maybe not.
but before they arrived and swooned your heart away, vernon hoped deep down that your heart still belonged to him.
as selfish as it sounded, maybe vernon needed to be selfish to get this one thing he wants
to be your favorite boy
not some random person.
so before his time was up he knocked on your door
and within seconds you opened it, looking as shocked as he did.
and his first words to you? (rather sighed knowing dokyeom was right)
âi still wanna be your favorite boyâ
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stan pines dating headcanons
18+ minors dni!!
cw // sexual content under the cut!
MY LOVE
he is sooo my man i need him so bad
very old fashioned
asked you out first not cuz he thinks heâs the hottest guy in the world. but because âyou miss 100% of the shots you donât takeâ
he told dipper and mabel he made that up first (he didnât, he saw it on facebook) (they know he didnât make it up, but they pretend they believe him)
âheya there, toots.â stan leans on your desk. you look at him, an eyebrow raised.
âhey, stan. need something?â you smile at him.
âyeah, you. me. date. whenever youâre free.â stan looks away, suddenly nervous.
âhmm, yeah, alright! iâm free tonight after work.â stan looks back at you, eyes wide in surprise, before collecting himself. he smiles.
âgreat, great, iâll pick you up at 8, dollface.â
calls you pet names that were popular in the 70s/80s: dollface, sweetcheeks, baby, cutie, sugar
stan believes you deserve the world so he yk heâs treating you soooo well
he doesnât think he deserves you, so he tries so so so hard to treat you well
he believes heâs fucked up every good thing in his life, so when you guys get together, he tries so hard to be a good partner to you
takes you out anywhere you want, even if its something he hates.
you tell him you want to see some movie in theaters, heâs gonna say no and be huffy cuz heâd rather stay home and save money. but the next day heâs gonna show up at your door with the tickets, rolling his eyes, telling you to get in the car
takes you with him to break laws and steal stuff with him
youâre a total nervous wreck but stanâs laughing and holding your hand and you know that everythingâs gonna turn out alright.
he buys you clothes sometimes but heâs not up with fashion, so not usually.
any time he does, its usually because he took mabel shopping and he saw something that he thought you would like
more of a listener than a yapper like heâll listen to you go on and on about something without stopping. youâre his personal podcast. he also loves when you watch his soap operas with him
hehehe im gonna fuck this old man so hard heâs gonna stop breaking traffic laws
sooo smooth and flirty, but he gets over obviously red in the face and its cute asf
he was kinda insecure about his body at first, but seeing how obsessed you are with him when you guys sleep together, heâs all like âheh, i still got itâ and he smirks cuz heâs a little shit
likes to be on top, call him old-fashioned, but he likes looking down at you and seeing your face as he makes you feel good
heâs a man of routine, however you can convince him to do different positions or things in the bedroom because at the end of the day, youâre his everything
he goes slow, doesnât go crazy and jackhammer into you
last time he went too fast, he threw his back out and you had to run through the shack butt-naked looking for his lumbar support pillow
he doesnât like to talk about it, it was super embarrassing for the both of you lowkey
you were sweet about it tho, i mean, he is in his 70s and you found it sweet he almost destroyed his back to make you feel good
absolutely lovessss receiving head
heâs alsooo a giver dw, certified muncher??? or wtv they say, but he personally likes getting more
anyway back to the cutesy stuff
sometimes he asks you to help him build some stuff for the shack
you get to see stan be creative and create art, as well as fix stuff around the shack (if soos isnât around)
a lot of duct tape related fixing, but watching him work is hot so u donât care
i love u stanley pines i need u so bad pls pls pls ruin my life
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ghost character analysis
tw: spoilers from ghost mw2 comics, nsfw, dead dove do not eat, mature content.
this is pretty much a part 2 to ghost headcanons except with more lore and analysis (im still not sure if reboot ghost has the same backstory as the og ghost).
ghost is not a cold, calculated, ruthless man. maybe in a separate au or something, but theres a huge difference between ghost and simon riley. in fact, we need to understand that the reason he even chose ghost as a new name for himself is because of all that's happened to him. his family got killed, he got tortured by roba, and had to eliminate many men on his own. before that he was simon, not ghost. in the comic he literally calls the child hostages he was saving âsweetheartâ and âloveâ. hes not that mean and cold yall
we know that PTSD does shit to it's victims, ghost lost his entire family and had no one. think of it as a coping mechanism to have a new name to be known as.
ghost is a ruthless killer. simon is just some guy.
ghost sets himself to an incredibly high standard of discipline. i think it's intuitive that military boys will need to be punctual and organized to some degree, but ghost takes this to a whole other level. considering his father's abusive behavior (explained by his disturbing statements said to simon, is a drug addict, and beats simons mom) his home life was likely chaotic as a child.
in the mw2: ghost comic (issue #3) it specifically stated the following: "discipline, precision, control. these are what riley built his whole life on. break those down and the dark stuff begins to ooze out..." again, this is probably a form of trauma response to his childhood.
so what does this lead to? well firstly, this probably means his room is incredibly tidy and organized (monotone design i know :,c).
would never in his life touch drugs. this is a promise he made to himself.
also kinda proves that ghost aint a reckless guy. he thinks things through before doing it.
ghost isnât that hypersexual. theres no way of knowing his history with women, but i like to think ghost is not that horny 24/7 and needs a fuckbuddy. in the mw2 comic, he was on a mission and was in an area full of prostitutes (wasnât actively on duty, but on his way) when they tried to hit on him he politely rejects one of them, and later tells them to fuck offđ so yea contrary to popular belief i dont think he really enjoys one night stands or the idea of being entertained by random women. in fact, i hc he might actually be a virgin or just have a really low body count.
ghost is a feminist!đ (misandrist too). ok let me reword that, ghost doesnt like men and respects women. one of the reasons why he doesnât want to be around prostitutes and do one night stands (his father killed a hooker in front of him, very traumatic) is because he thinks the concept of quick, casual sex is not good for society and dilutes the value of meaningful relationships. but also, remember the discipline, precision, control thing? its apart of his principle. but also, in the comic, sparks (soldier he worked with) knocked out and attempted to rape a woman, ghosts literally looked disgusted and called the police (also why heâd never do that himself, i dont get the hcs that say he does). ghosts seen how his dad treated his mom and absolutely hates abusers. anyways onto misandryâi think ghost internally thinks men are violent and disgusting (ghosts would choose the bear over the man, even though hes a man) mainly because throughout his military career majority of the bad stuff hes seen was done by men, so hes much more relaxed in a room of women vs man. ghost thinks his dad is the epitome of pure evil (canon! he said this to his therapist). this doesnât mean hes scared or hates all men tho!
ghost isnât close with tf141⌠including soap. now before you attack me let me explain. sure, he trusts them to some degree, but i dont think they naturally just hangout when theyâre not deployed. in the end we need to understand they are SAS soldiers, they are working a real job that mainly consists of them shooting and dismantling others. considering ghosts betrayal in the past (in the comic, a few soldiers ghost previously worked with killed his entire family đ˘) he isnât gonna just trust his teammates because theyre his teammates. im also pretty sure they all live in different cities while not deployed. tf141 probably all want to separate their job from their personal lives, which includes each other. but onto soap, i dont think him and ghost have a deep brotherly relationship. but i think they care about each other, but exchanging some dad jokes and bantering doesnât mean theyâre suddenly soulmates or brothers. think about it⌠you and youâre co worker joke around sometimes, never hangout outside of work, and now people are shipping you and calling the two of you besties. makes no sense.
ghost is extremely patriotic. in the comic (i reference this way too much but theres SOOO MUCH LORE i recommend reading it) ghost tells his teammates the reason for joining the military: queen and country, right after 9/11. he also said âthe world has changed��. interestingly enough army enlistment did actually skyrocketed after 9/11 attacks, ghost was among them. he probably thought ww3 was about to happen, or that âtheres no more peaceâ or whatever. i hc being obsessed with soccer too lmao and getting mad if english teams dont win. also his playful banter with johnny âget us a tea?â. probably very proud of his british heritage.
ghost doesnât have much friends. hes a really, reallyyyyy lonely guy. i hc him as an introvert in the first place, but trust issues make this worse. in the comic, he was literally in the newspaper for killing his family and then killing himself (he didnt, he was framed that way tho) so its likely most of his formers friends probably think hes dead. ghost likely got some sort of amnesty or exemption from the military after knowing he didnât actually kill his family, but whats in the news stays true to the public. even if he does have friends he probably doesnât share feelings with them or form a long term bond.
ghost is extremely cynical. this is obvious tbh, but i think ghost believes hes going to die in the middle of a battlefield, shot or stabbed, a painful death, body left to rot for weeks, and no one to remember him. just like that. and he accepts that fact too.
ghost isnât a picky eater. growing up in an abusive household where his parents couldnât hold a stable job, he had to eat what there was. some days he settles for cheap beans and toast and when people call him out for it, he tells em to fuck offđ
ghost is emotionally fucked up, probably kind of depressed. i mean this guys been through hell: got saâd, buried alive, had to dig through underground dirt and worms with a jawbone, tortured in horrible ways, had his entire family killed, abusive dad, and the weight of his grey morales because he killed lots of people as a soldier. wow! would you look at that list, itd be more strange if he wasnât emotionally fucked up after was has happenedđ
. even when tortured, seeing his family dead, ghost was never shown to have cried in the comic. i hc hes emotionally numb. however, i do think hes emotionally MATURE and able to communicate his emotions, but hes still emotionally fucked. for example a scene where he was talking about his experience with roba (guy who tortured ghost) and ghosts father to a therapist. i think ghosts may be traumatized, but this doesnât stop him from attempting to get help and communicating how he feels and thinks about this world.
ghost wears a mask... not because hes insecure and traumatized it's to separate ghost from simon riley. first of all he learned the consequences of revealing your identity during deployment, in the comic, he reveals his face in missions before his family got killed. i think he wears a mask because 1) its practical, no one knows who he is, 2) an analogy for himself to remind him simon riley, his original identity, was dead the moment his family was murdered, this SAS soldier with a skull mask is GHOST (yes this is canon, ghost references in the comic!).
in issue #1 while some kids were being held hostage, he starts telling his life story to them to calm them down/distract them from the bad situation. this is his explanation to why he wears a skull mask, word by word: "I bet you're wondering why I wear these bones on my face. It's a tribute to an old friend of mine. He's dead now, but man if he wasn't the baddest motherfucker on the planet."
in issue #6, when ghost was trekking through a jungle in the middle of nowhere attempting to kill roba (a drug lord that started this all, brainwashed soldiers to kill ghosts family), he was never caught. ghost himself, the narrator, says that "even for a single man to get through the jungle, the patrols, the wall, the security... well that man would have to be a ghost."
however, im still a little confused whether or not reboot ghost and 2009 have the same backstories. reboot ghosts mask is more realistic and his look is much more intimidating, his reason for wearing that kind of mask is probably psychological warfare (getting milena the financier to speak up about makarov). i think 2009 ghosts reason to wearing a mask is more personal compared to reboot.
BUT WHAT ABOUT AN S/O???
i think ghost is the guy to not have one in the first place. obviously. but i lowkey think if he had one and really liked them, he would commit. in fact i find it hard to imagine hes a player or isnât serious about relationships. when his brother tommy got addicted to drugs and fucked up his life, simon quit the military until tommy got 100% better and married. yup. he stayed to help him recover, for years. thats how loving and committed this man isđĽšđĽš.
ghost would not cheat on his s/o. i can't stress how important this hc is, because it's so out of character for him to do so. sure, guys in the military statistically have higher divorce rates, incidences of infidelity, and much more red flag stuff, but knowing what happened to him, he would never do that. doesn't matter how stressed, lonely, sexually frustrated this man is; he would not cheat on his partner. this guy has been through far more stressful situations and got through it, you think hes gonna cheat because hes stressed because of work?
its not sunshine and rainbows or absolute toxicity being with him. it's not really a mix of both either. ghost isn't that princess treatment, super squishy and cuddly, sweet guy who likes fluffy stuff. he definitely isn't the toxic guy who leaves you with mixed signals either.
hes quite the gentleman when it comes to approaching relationships, hes seen how his dad treated his mom, and ghost wants to do the exact opposite. i believe ghost likes to use the traditional courting methods when dating someone: gifting flowers, paying for dates, holding the door open (ladies first typa guy!!), the old fashioned stuff. idk if i should point it out again but this guy DOES NOT FW modern dating practices, he wouldn't download dating apps, or start 'talking stages'. i dont think he would write love letters just because hes not very good at writing poetry or expressing his feelings in the first place.
theres still downsides to being with him. the long distance, the time being apart (months and months). but i dont think he'd go as far as being emotionally avoidant.
also something really random ive noticed is that 2009 and reboot ghost are very different, personality wise. i like to think that 2009 ghost represents simon riley much better, but the reboot ghost actually gives the essence and character of what a 'ghost' in the military is.
more random headcanons:
simon prefers dogs over cats because dogs are loyal and stay with you until the end (stereotypically)
hates snakes and spiders
probably wouldnât do 50/50 on dates, he pays!
avoids saying manchester slang when deployed
drinks and smokes. not always. heâs disciplined but he still does that stuff.. hes a british guy in his 30s whos kinda depressed, grew up with adults around him smoking 24/7, whatd you thinkđđ (its canon that most of tf141 smoke anyway)
listens to 80âs rock music. its canon that his mom enjoys the band siouxsie and the banshees :)), he probs does too
shaves his beard
is actually confident hes not bad looking. dude, hes 6â2, in shape with a jawlineđ
i don't enjoy hcs of ghost being the scariest out of tf141 (appearance wise yes). but soap seems much more scary imo, he was the youngest guy to pass SAS selections in the history of the UK military, and was nicknamed soap because of fast and good he is at cleaning up 'messes' (basically killing people).
id arguably say ghost is the most compassionate out of 141, if we're talking about the OG 2009 one.
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summary: manifesting my future husband
notes: THANKS FOR 1k ppl dem! BEEN IN DRAFTS FOR A WHILE. i think there needs to be some more love + appreciation for bi men and big boys so i amalgamated the two. not a fetish yâall, just a preference, they be taking care of my inner princess and for that i will ALWAYS be grateful. a lot of feminisation in this one so tread carefully. itâs a lil messy (jumps in tenses and stuff like that) but i litch couldnât focus without getting too excited. ENJOY MY HEARTS.
song rec: normani - big boy (feat. starrah)
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your big boy bf didnât think he had a chance with you at first, nor did he even want one. at first he hated you, watching how all the other men in your life were one flirty conversation away from having a piece of your juicy ass, and how the girls envied and coveted your thick hourglass figure. your sweet personality sickened him ; you made sure to give them your gym routine and your diet, being the beauty guru you were. but what he realised, was not that he hated you, but that he hated not having you. when he realised this, he needed you, more than anything.
you embodied a refreshing style of hyper femininity that made you all the more attractive to your bi man. seeing your body in its thick glory made him love himself more. how your belly added to your voluptuous figure, your plump cheeks, and fleshy muscle surrounding your chest and thighs, he was mesmerised by your form. you were, in his eyes, divine. little did he know that you had fallen first; his broad shoulders, strong biceps and pudgy belly practically had you ovulating. your gigantic teddy bear, standing at a foot taller than you, had a heart of gold and this protective aura around him, enamoured you.
when you debuted your relationship online, you were met with a flurry of mainly positive responses. yeah sure there were the odd few denouncing your femininity and body shaming yâall, but you ignored them because you donât have to convince the world that youâre THEE baddie b and your man is the sexiest mf to ever exist.
luvagoalz: they are literally the embodiment of the wattpad height difference. I NEED.
user222: y/n getting dicked down DAILY by a giant is so girlboss of him.
sza: bestie got himself a big boy - y/n send me the deets for the wedding.
your bf is a huge gym rat and when you two became exclusive, your already voluptuous figure became all the more defined with his help. you were flawless. you love seeing him in the gym, sweating as the veins in his forearms pop out making him look so attractive. he definitely enjoys your company there, teasingly rubbing his bulge against your ass and face when no one was watching. his exhibitionist kink goes crazy seeing how beautifully your workout clothes hug your butt and cinch your waist. he used to be slightly insecure about his stretch marks but after a cool down session, and you complimenting them like lightning bolts imprinted on his skin, he felt superhuman. you always knew what to say to make him feel better.
heâs so protective of you. always sleeps on the side closest to the door and isnât afraid to send someone to hospital if they even look at you the wrong way, or in a manner he doesnât like. in his mind heâs seeded you and youâre literally carrying his kids and thus itâs his responsibility to protect you. itâs almost primal. he isnât controlling or anything, but finds it incredibly important to remind you that with him you are completely safe.
they say the best way to a manâs heart is through his stomach, and boy was that the case during your talking stage. it was perfect; you love to cook and so heâs more than happy to try your baked goods. your boyfriend loves his sleep on the weekends and so in true house husband fashion you often prepare breakfast in an apron with your thick cheeks hanging out from behind. one day he woke up to the sweet smell of you making his favourite. groggily stumbling into the kitchen, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, long dick swinging out of his briefs as he advanced towards you.
âgood morning love.â his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he kissed the words into your neck. he held onto the groove of your hips, caressing your lower back with the tip of his index finger and watched as you writhed beneath him. âbabe, what are you doing up? you need your sleep, youâve been working so hard lately.â you said, breathing haphazardly as he ground himself into you. âi missed you. and i want my morning kisses.â beginning to untie your apron he turned you around, and removed the lace from around your neck. hiking you up on the table top, the heat of your bare ass, that his dick previous massaged into you, was cooled by the granite. you wrapped your legs around him, as your hands stroked his beard. wiping that shit eating grub off of his face, your lips came closer to his own, as you could feel his heartbeat in his throat - this man is so in love with you. the kiss lasted quite a while, precum staining the opening of his boxers and pooling on your thighs. you knew that you were about to be fucked dumb and so you turned of the hob to avoid burning the house down. the fire inside yâall was more than enough to keep you going.
your man doesnât fully realise his own strength. he was very hesitant to have sex with you for a while and mostly stopped at groping you before his dick got too hard to ignore. so, for your first time, he had to refrain literally ripping your clothes to get to the prize of your nudity. he absolutely loves seeing you (try to) deepthroat. the reason? his size kink goes insane when you attempt to take his gigantic package. this man is LONG and GIRTHY, capable of splitting you in half and abusing all your spots with ease. the veiny sausage heâs packing could do some serious damage but he held back when it came to your first couple times with him.
he always takes time to ensure that your safe and comfortable. initially his size intimidated you, your mannerisms connoting your subtle anxiety. he kissed the fear out of you, reassuringly saying, âyou know I would never do anything to hurt you.â
your boyfriend is the KING of consent, always ensuring that you want his big cock just as much as he wants to feel the warmth of your boy pussy. one day whilst he was working from home, he noticed you squirming like an omega in heat. he sighed and smirked. âdâyou want me to fuck you?â he burst out. already used to his blunt disposition, you nodded. advancing closer towards you, staring down at the desperation in your face, he stroked your hair. âuse your words y/n, i wanna hear how badly you want it.â his charisma practically had you high. âI need you, please.â you began to undo the string that held up his joggers, as he removed his tshirt. âi can never say no to my baby boy.â he smiled, pants bunching at his ankles as he slowly railed on the edge of your shared bed.
he encourages you to take him fully each time, praising you because no one else had been able to take him past halfway. âi know baby, i know, do it one more time for me.â he said endearingly, wiping the tears from your face as his dick invaded your throat.âTHERE IT ISSS UGH FUCK! i love your mouth.â he cooed.
equally, your bf is the only man youâve been with thatâs been able to satisfy you sexually. you steered clear from all the men who were only interested in your body and not your heart and so you had very minimal experience outside of toys and your hands. the few you may or may not have been with were damn near clueless. on the other handâŚyour man has had plenty of hoe phases. it sly bugged you how heâd been intimate with a greater number you couldâve imagined but all that disappeared when he first made love to you. the best thing about him is that he can handle allat that ass. despite the clear size difference this doesnât stop you from being a FREAK. He even encourages it. loving your thick globes of ass flesh kiss his lower belly as you push back and twerk all over his dick. his favourite part of your shape are your hips. he wants to breed you full of his children.
whenever he says âfuck yeah baby, back that shit up.â it sends you orbital. itâs well known that the two of you share a huge affinity for doggy. the way you stroke his pudginess while he rails you in that position has become a safety mechanism - one that he has learnt to make the experience all the more enjoyable. with one hand holding you up (realistically struggling to, under the sheer passion of his fucking) and the other one bent behind your back fingering his belly button. his huge dick borderline tears you open and by grabbing onto him makes you feel safe. he usually recognises that itâs getting a bit too much when your moans become screams, and you get tighter. and as much as he loves seeing you overstimulated and fucked out on his cock, he doesnât wanna break you (completely). so he slows down, soothing your pain with sweet nothings and his large hands massaging your ass cheeks.
for him personally though, he loves to smush you underneath his weight. in prone bone, he has direct access to your ear, whispering words of affirmation but degrading you with the grip of his arms around your neck. his beard hair softly touching your cheek, causing a wave of bliss to hit you, always gets him going. he knows you love hearing him praise you; his grunts are so delectable, a symphony with the percussion of him clapping tf outta your cheeks. as you whine like a lil bitch, they become guttural, like an alpha in his rut. the carnal passion of your heavier and rougher sessions reveal a callous side to his possessive nature. dangerous how much it turns you on.
words canât really describe how much you love his stomach, happy trail adorning his belly, and riding him offers you the opportunity to see allat that on a platter. his smirk as he tries to contain his excitement that your his and only his.
on the topic of eye contact, youâre favourite mutual position is definitely missionary - your bf adores every inch of you. how your body becomes compliant. your hole crafted to take his big dick. the way it pierces through the walls of your pussy, massaging your gumminess. he sometimes drools from how lost he can be in the experience. âtake my cock, yhhh baby, fuckkkk.â
slowing down his jack hammering pace, heâd lean forward with his low hanging balls rutting into you agonizingly slow.
âyou like that shit, huh baby? yeah? loving on my dick so well.â whispering as he begins to mark your collarbone. then moving upwards onto your neck, massaging your previously pummeled throat as you looked up, desperate to kiss him. he exhales into your mouth, breathing life into you that he had taken away with his hard thrusts. his softness escaped as quickly as it arose, thrusting his entire load into you.
âshitâ you scream as he laughs hoarsely, the rasp in his voice a melting honey.
in the same position, you love his cum face. something about how his eye and nose scrunch as he pants and grunt deeply. his beard ticking your chin. it also allows him to be vulnerable with you. he would hold your head cradling it with an affection rivalled only by how sweetly his tip kisses your prostate with each lengthy thrust. when he first enters, heâs checking to see if your okay, if you want more lube. you say no. legs just above his hips, you bring your hand to stroke his beard as he concentrates on directing his dick in a way that doesnât make him cum immediately upon re entry.
âi love you.â you say getting all emotional from how well heâs treating you. âI love you too y/n.â he leans down for more kisses as your hand now snakes around the back of his head.
he stops, letting you catch your breath, playing with your hair and caressing your face lovingly. your arms drop immediately at the warmth of his touch. he lifts and cradles your head, a delicacy opposing his rough demeanour.
âI fucking love you,â your bf grunts, placing forehead kisses, panting, as he starts moving faster. your legs now wrapped tightly around his abdomen like a vice. he plants both hands behind your head, balling his fists at either side of your head to create the perfect foundation to fuck you hard. brings one of his hands to cradle your hair and to bring your head closer to his. your temples meet ensuring that youâre so close and intimate. the man brings his body up, still inside you, collects your legs together, one leg on each shoulder holding onto the thick flesh of your upper thighs, allowing you to adjust, before toppling over onto you again to get deeper inside your pussy. later, moving his hands up to behind your knees, his rugged fingertips grip the flesh of your hamstrings.
your boyfriend brings his fingers up to stroke your cheeks and remove the hair sticking to your face. heâs growling at his need to go ham, but he exercises self-control as a means to take care of you. however, what he doesnât realise is that his painfully slow strokes transport you to a utopia of bodily ecstasy.
he ABSOLUTELY loves seeing the imprint of his girthy cock in your stomach, pressing down on it to add to your respective pleasures. and when you both reach the top of the mountain, the visual of you being completely fucked out on his huge pole, as it protrudes through your stomach which is now decorated with your own personal release, makes him wanna rail you again. and again. until you pass out or his dick becomes limp. the latter would never happen because wherever you are, that cocks gonna be UP.
aftercare is so underrated with him. in his past relationships, it was usually a hit and quit it situation - his words not mine. thus he didnât really know what to do at first. heâs so used to hookup culture, that he never bothered. but with you, he knew he had to change; one, because he knew youâd never let him near you again if he didnât take care of you, but mainly two, because you were his and he had a responsibility to cherish you. considering you literally couldnât walk and body was limp, your man needed to ensure you were taken care of. though he always reassures you, you make sure to do the same. the first time you spooned him he slept like a baby. BIG BOYS NEED CUDDLES TOO YâALL.
he gets really apologetic, constantly asking âdid I go to rough.â as he massages the bruises on your hips. sometimes feels guilty that he fucks you too hard. You put his mind at ease telling him that you do like it. your bubble butt and tight hole were made to take his cock.
this still doesnât stop him from confessing to you; âbaby, Iâm so sorry.â he kisses your skin. âwhen I see that ass if yours jiggle, it drives me crazy, I just canât stop.â it often leads to him overcompensating. as the his cum seeps out of your obliterated cunt. he just wants to make you feel safe. the same safety he feels when heâs with you.
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