#and so he gets this big fragile ego

[cup-o-stars]

Last part for old GF sketches

(Actually, most of these aren't old at all, but their average is brought down by the last picture, which I drew back in August and kept forgetting to post)

[churipu]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. sukuna wanted a son, but got a daughter instead (he's smitten for her shh), sukuna is modern af bye he knows how to use a phone ok, reader is called "wife", ooc sukuna bye

note. ok listen, i've been having a girl dad sukuna brainrot lately. and i even gave out a req to @rrairey (u go check out her works rn) — but i just had to write something about girl dad sukuna jsjdksjks it's on my mind 25/8 and i can't stop unless i actually write abt him (i'm lying, he's still going to be in my mind bye).

girl dad! sukuna who initially wanted a son but when he finds out he's going to be having a daughter instead, he didn't know how to feel. he thought that if he had a son, he could at least play "rough" with him. it's sukuna, he doesn't know what soft is.

girl dad! sukuna who has to secretly watch tutorial videos on the most random thing like "how to play nicely with your daughter" or "how to be nice to your daughter". but also searches up for things like "easy hairstyles to give your daughter for beginners", when your daughter isn't even born yet.

girl dad! sukuna who hates to admit it but he's pretty worried about having a daughter. finally shoves his ego down his throat and comes up to you to talk about it, and you encouraged that he's going to be a good father — but still, he's worried.

"ryo, you're worried about what exactly?" you asked the male, brushing his hair.

"not being a good father." he replies, leaning into your touch with a big frown on his face, grumbling under his breath slightly about how embarrassed he is to be so fragile in front of his own wife.

"baby, you're going to be the best father."

although your words were supposed to be encouraging, and he did feel a bit of burden lift off of his shoulders — the male still couldn't help but to worry about his unborn daughter.

girl dad! sukuna who complains about your pregnancy cravings and how his daughter is a weird baby. despite that, he will go out of his way to get you what you wanted, not caring if it was two in the morning, or five in the morning. he will get it for you and your growing daughter inside your belly.

girl dad! sukuna who grows anxious when your due date was inching closer. he took a break off from work and devoted his time to look after you, especially since you were walking for two right now. even if you did tell your husband that you were fine — he still thinks it's his job to look after you and your daughter.

"damn it brat, stop moving so much. you'll hurt yourself," he gently tugs on your arm, directing you to the couch, "what'dya want?"

"sausages and blueberry jam . . ." you tell him nonchalantly, missing the look of disgust on his face.

". . . just stay there." he walks a few steps before turning back, "don't move."

girl dad! sukuna who watches labor videos only to focus on the husbands and what they were doing in it so he could try to take notes and searches for what he should get ready for labor, or if he could do anything as a husband for his wife during labor. the results didn't ease his worries — they added up his worries. like adding fuel to the fire, the internet tells him that giving birth was the second most painful thing after getting burned alive.

girl dad! sukuna who already thought of names for your daughter and even buys things for her. telling you that he'd be out to grab a few things and then coming back with a crib set, toys, or even a baby walker. he even got a baby strap for both you and him to use, picking out the most random motives like skulls and fires.

"ryo, why did you pick that motive?" you asked, eyeing the baby strap that had white skulls all over.

"our daughter will like that. i know it." he retorts.

girl dad! sukuna who looked as calm as a cucumber but internally panics the most when your water broke. he grabs the bag that he had packed, following a youtube tutorial and helped you get into the car so that the both of you can finally drive off to the hospital. he holds your hand tightly along the way, showing his worry as he "tries" to follow driving laws (which he ended up driving past the speed limit and had to get a ticket in the hospital).

girl dad! sukuna who had to pay a ticket as you were tended in a hospital room (you didn't know about this and he didn't tell you about it so you won't worry). the doctor telling both you and him that the labor procedure will have to wait up to a few hours as they proceeded with "watchful waiting" after they checked on the baby's condition and yours so they could see if it was safe for you to give birth normally.

girl dad! sukuna who waited those long hours with you as you laid on the bed, telling him how nervous you are. and all the bad possibilities that could happen (he searched that up too), he tells you to stop saying those kind of things. sukuna wasn't angry — he just didn't want you to stress so much, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb to soothe you. he didn't let go until the doctor came back to finally do something.

girl dad! sukuna who was inside the delivery room with you, even after telling you that he won't come inside a few months ago. holds onto your hand (which you were holding onto tightly as the procedure goes on for hours), he winces — but he didn't care about his hand right now, he only cares about you and his daughter. brushing your hair lightly, mumbling out hushed praises to you (unknowingly, it just comes out), wipes away your sweat with his bare fingers and pressing kisses onto your face every single time he feels your hand clenching around his.

"jus' a bit more, pretty." he whispers, kissing your knuckles multiple times before moving on to kiss your forehead, "a bit more."

girl dad! sukuna who almost bursts into tears when he heard the loud cry of your daughter, but blinked his tears back. peering slightly at your worn out face. he tells you how he's proud of you (spoiler: he hates it if you reminded him about it in the future).

"y'hear that? you did so good, pretty. 'm proud of you," he clung onto your hand, grazing his thumb over your forehead as a smile adorned his face, "she's here, baby."

girl dad! sukuna who couldn't hold his tears back when the nurse suggested skin-to-skin contact with the father. he wasted no time tugging his shirt off to hold his little bundle of joy, nestling her in his arms — unknowingly letting a few stray tears of joy out as he coos down to his newborn daughter.

"oh, you're so pretty, little one." he cradled her gently against his bulky arms, sniffling softly. he was so gentle — different from how he used to be, his eyes soft and watery as he affectionately stares down at his now sleeping daughter.

girl dad! sukuna who slept on a chair by your bed when the doctor told you that you'll be allowed to go home once your body is fit again, he didn't care that he didn't have a bed to lie on. he was just there, prepped in a chair as his fingertips touched your wrist near the IV injection on the back of your hand. making sure he didn't touch the transparent hose. and his eyes darted back and forth from your resting form and his daughter who was now all warm and bundled up inside a bassinet. making sure that the both of you are resting well even if he was barely able to open his eyes fully.

girl dad! sukuna who carried all your bags and your daughter's car seat with ease while leading you down the hospital hallways and to the car. helping you buckle your seatbelt and making sure that his daughter is going to be safe and sound during the ride home, prepping up the car seat like he learned, giving his daughter a light kiss on her head before closing the door.

girl dad! sukuna who tells you to rely on him every time his daughter wakes up in the middle of the night — he won't let you get up, gently tugging you down onto the bed and tucking you underneath the covers before leaving to tend your daughter without any other words. as if his daughter is the most fragile thing in the world, he carries her into his arms and hushed her softly, nuzzling his nose onto her head, trying to get her back to sleep.

"shh, baby, mama's tired right now . . . go back to bed." he whispers, kissing her small forehead.

girl dad! sukuna who offered to shower your baby for the first time after two weeks upon arriving back home (under your watch of course), as you filled the bathinette with warm water — sukuna was cradling her in his arms, swaying his body side to side. and when you tell him the water's ready, sukuna prepped his big hand behind your daughter's small head so the water won't go to her face and began cleaning her. concentrating, he wets his finger and traced it over his daughter's face, making sure she's not frightened. and once he's done, he cupped his hand and scooped some water to wet her hair, rubbing her head lovingly.

girl dad! sukuna who's personality did a somersault ever since you were pregnant with his daughter. turning soft and more clingy, he has your daughter strapped to his chest. and will tell you that he's got it every time his daughter cries or ruined her diapers, he's learnt it all thanks to other great dads on youtube.

girl dad! sukuna who was even more ecstatic than you are when his daughter said her first word, which was of course "mama", he didn't care that she didn't say "dada", he focuses on the fact that his daughter had grown so much to be able to say her first word. tells your bundle of joy how proud he is of her even if she probably doesn't understand her father.

"maa..ma."

sukuna who had his eyes on the television immediately darted to his daughter who was in your hold, his lips were slightly parted as he tries to process what just happened, "did . . . did she . . ?"

when you confirmed his question, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your head before kissing your daughter's head, muttering out a, "papa's proud of you, baby."

girl dad! sukuna who treats both you and your daughter like the most precious beings in the world. he. spoils. you. both. to no end, coming home from work with a present for the both of you. mostly food for you, and a toy for your daughter. you just know [daughter] is going to grow up spoiled by her father.

girl dad! sukuna who spoils your daughter rotten. and ever since her first steps — he's been going out with her to no end, of course going out as a family of three. holding your daughter's chubby little hands as he guided her down the street, earning coos from strangers all around him.

"good girl, that's right . . . left and right." he said softly, watching [daughter] walk slowly, still a little wobbly.

girl dad! sukuna who gets a little emotional when your daughter has her first birthday — because, it's been that fast? he tries not to cry, i swear. but silently slips inside the bathroom and lets a few one out before coming out like he didn't just cry over his daughter growing up too fast. he swore it was just yesterday that he was in the hospital.

girl dad! sukuna who will with no shame, participate in tea parties with his daughter once she's known enough about it. you'd call them both down for dinner and when they didn't, you decided to be the one to approach them inside [daughter]'s room. and there he was, sitting on the floor, to his left and right were [daughter]'s stuffed animals and your daughter was sitting across from sukuna with a silver tiara on.

"this looks fun," you chuckled, eyeing them.

"mama! tea party?" [daughter] beams out at you, you walked over to them and carried your daughter into your arms, "mama, no tea party?"

"after dinner, baby. okay?"

sukuna has no shame in it. at first, he did try to decline his daughter, telling her that she should ask you instead, but your daughter looked so crestfallen that he just has to accept — which turned out to be a daily thing now. a tea party.

girl dad! sukuna who will be his daughter's experiment subject to trying out make ups. he's a little skeptical (lies, he's very skeptical), but it's not like this is the first time he's had make up put on his face. he's had his fair share of you trying to put make up on him, but this was a toddler doing it and not a full grown adult. but he couldn't say no, so he just submits to his daughter and lets her modify his face and clips on cute hairclips to his hair.

"mama mama! look at papa," your daughter cheers, pointing at sukuna. and you laugh, carrying your daughter before approaching the male who was sitting down on the floor in the living room.

"you look pretty, ryo."

"i feel pretty, my little girl did it to me." he rolls his eyes before grabbing a mirror to look at his face.

eh, not bad.

girl dad! sukuna who drops his daughter off for the first day of pre-school, telling her that she should punch anyone who messes with her (thankfully nobody yet). and gets a bit emotional again as she walks inside the building, his eyes going glassy watching her skip inside her new chapter.

girl dad! sukuna who's overprotective when it comes to his little girl. a trip to the park was a daily routine for his family — and believe me when he has eyes everywhere for his little girl, if anyone was bothering her, he would have no fear on finding out who their parent was. taking matters into his own hands, leaving the children out of it. as much as he wanted to confront the kid for bothering his little princess, he knew the parents had the most fault.

"your boy has issues. the next time he lays his hand on my girl, i will come for you." he said to the boy's father before walking back to you.

the boy and his father never came back to the park after that day.

girl dad! sukuna who watches his daughter grow from a small girl to an eight year old in a matter of what felt like a week. he swore yesterday she was just babbling out her first word, and the next thing he knows, she's got a "boyfriend" at school? oh, boy.

"you don't have a boyfriend." he mutters out, eyeing his daughter.

"yes i do have a boyfriend," your daughter replies back with her soft voice.

"no."

the banter continued until your daughter ended up in tears, and sukuna had to force himself to say that she indeed had a boyfriend in school. he's upset that she's growing up too quickly, but at the same time — he's proud of his little girl.

girl dad! sukuna who finds out you were pregnant with a second child, who turned out to be another girl. and he was still as loving and caring like he was with his first daughter, this time, he had a helping hand to take care of you.

"mama has a baby in her belly, so you can't be too rough on her, okay?" he baby talks his eight year old daughter like she's still a small baby — he softly caresses your clothed stomach as he speaks to her.

girl dad! sukuna who had to see his first daughter cry over her new "soon to be" born baby sibling. thinking both you and him were not going to love her anymore — and his heart breaks, because why would he not love his princess anymore?

"hey, hey, why're you cryin'?" sukuna tucks [daughter]'s hair behind her ear as she lets out a few fat tears out of her eyes.

"mama and papa will still love me, right?" she asks, her voice breaking slightly.

sukuna pulls the young girl into his embrace, holding her with one of his arm as he wipes her tears with his other, "'f course mama and i will still love you, you're our princess."

girl dad! sukuna who proudly watches his big girl now approaching his newborn daughter and her sister, eyeing the baby with such an innocent glint in her eyes. oh, and big girl? doesn't matter, to sukuna, your first daughter will always be his little girl.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[dumbslvtforethan]

∿ DEVOTED TO YOU ethan landry

— summary: ethan helps you relieve some tension

warnings smut, fingering, pet names, dom!ethan, sub!reader, innocent reader, implications of murder, lmk if i missed anything 1,215 words

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𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ

YOU’VE BEEN GRUMPY ALL DAY unsure of the reason but pondering the rush that filled your blood whenever you kissed your boyfriend, ethan, puzzled by this new different sort of heat that you've been feeling lately, your panties have been a little wetter than normal when you'd come home, you thought it was some kind of illness.

ethan on the other hand was far from innocent, he knew exactly what you were feeling. he liked having you as his little pet, after all, he looked huge beside you, making his desire of being inside you way more intense. you had very serious attachment issues, having to be close to him at all times to be fully fulfilled and happy. although he tried to use that as an advantage, you were not very fond to touch him sexually, whenever he'd take a step further in you would just push his hand away or make up an excuse, maybe it had to do with what you've been through, which, you never told ethan. it also didn't help that he looked giant beside you, he could easily crush you whole with his hand if he really wanted to.

although you were both happy with the relationship, ethan wanted to take a step further, he wanted to feel you, your body, but he never did, afraid it would crush your fragile melancholy. what you didn't know at the time was that his big hands would help cure your little "illness".

"alright, lets go home" he said taking you by the waist after you've given a bit of an attitude to mindy that was not very usual of you. "why" you whined in his arms not pulling him away just questioning his movements "baby come on" you gave in, following him to the door of mindy's apartment. the walk home was rather unusual. when a girl gave you a disgusted glance at you snapped "you look like a whore in that outfit" you yelled, the girl looked even more disgusted and a bit confused "yeah and your boobs look awfu- " your phrase got cut short when your boyfriend picked you up and put you over his shoulders, a thing that happened more often than you would think. "what is up with your attitude recently?" he questioned his sweet and fragile girlfriend that had recently developed a strange habit of taking back.

you were now sitting on ethan's lap reflecting about what just happened. he would never admit it but your usual straddle of his lap would always leave him rock hard, at first he would just try to hide it but after seeing that you were rather naive he never really hid it anymore. "are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he questioned after a long minute of silence "its just embarrassing" "why would it be embarrassing baby you can tell me everything" you sighed "its just, i've been feeling hot lately, specially when i see you or when you kiss me and when i get home and go to the bathroom im all wet down there" you started to sob in ethan's shoulder convinced that you were sick. ethan on the other hand had a huge smirk on his face, who would've thought that his ego would go up so fast in less than 5 minutes?

"where does it hurt baby?" "here?" he asked putting a hand on your stomach "lower" he lowered his hand playing with the waistband of your shorts "can i take this off?" you nod. that action reveals the sight of your glistening pussy, something he had never seen before but certainly fantasized about it. you unexpectedly take his hand and place it right on top of your clit, you throw your head back and moan at the slight touch. it was at that moment that ethan realized you had never been touched that that was probably the reason why you've always rejected him, rejected his touch. "lets go to my room" he said taking your hand and leading you to your room. he closed the door "do you wanna learn how to relieve this feeling baby? i can teach you" your legs trembled as you eagerly nodded you both sat in front of your mirror you infront of him. "open your legs baby" he whispered in your ear sending you shivers "theres a lot of ways to feel good, you can do it like this" he rubbed your clit fastly. you throwed your head back once again, "you can do this too" he put two fingers in, pumping them up and down "ugh" you moaned already cumming on his fingers releasing a week worth of a horny feeling. "do you want to learn more?" you nod eagerly.

and there you were watching him layed down on the bed with his glistening cock sprung out. "it wont fit ethan" you said concernedly examining his length "come on you havent even tried, you'll feel much better baby" he gestured you to come, you crawled on top of him and aligned his dick with your wet entrance. "just sit on it" and so you did. "e-etha-nn" you moaned the most pornographic sound you've ever heard "its too big, i cant do it" you only had his tip in, but you already felt so full "thats just the tip baby you're not even halfway" you sighed sinking down completely “there you go” he smiled “my pretty girl took all my cock huh?” you nodded. it was a burning pain at first, after all, practically half of your body was full of his dick. you layed down on his chest hugging him of exhaustion “you gotta move baby” he whispered in your ear.

you started to bounce up and down his dick, loud moans escaping from your mouth each time you made a movement, even the slightest one. you came on his dick in less than 5 minutes and ethan was loving it. he was loving the sight of you cockdrunk milking his dick, gushing out your pussy juices uncontrollably. he quickly switched positions, him being on top of you, he started to move his hips fastly “ethan!” you moaned loudly cumming for the second time of the night, only this time you didn’t stop, still gushing out cum. “im gonna cum baby” he said pulling out and releasing himself on your tits. he layed down beside you breathing heavily and hugged you “so how was it?” he was out of breath “amazing, can we do it again soon?” “of course” he got up and dressed “i love you okay but i gotta go, ill see you tomorrow” he gave you a kiss on the cheek and left

and now you were alone and missing your boyfriend, so you called him “babe?” you said “whats up baby?” he was breathing heavily “i miss you” your eyes started tearing up “remember that teddy bear i gave you? hold on to it, i just gotta do some important stuff here but once im finished i’ll come see you, i love you, see you soon” and with that he finished the call, sure you heard some screaming in the back and he was breathing heavily but ethan couldn’t even hurt a fly, he could never be a killer, right?

- @dumbslvtforethan on tumblr

a/n: heres the request for this one

[orchidsangel]

Friends to lovers with Jason where the sexual tension is so intense that other people get uncomfortable around you two and often have to leave the room whenever you’re together. So intense that the first time you have sex he’s practically ripping your clothes off, and he has to restrain himself from manhandling you because he needs to be in you so bad, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. He’s holding your face in his hands and leaving hickeys all over your neck while fucking you so good. And it is so good because his dick is so big and it’s hitting you so deep, and you can’t help but moan his name between shallow breaths. He’s all but silent, except for a few grunts and groans, and you’d think he wasn’t enjoying it if it weren’t for the way he moves his hands to grip the pillows under you, so he doesn’t blow his load too quickly. He fucks you relentlessly, and your fingernails find their way down his back as you scream him name. When you feel your orgasm crest your head leans back as far back as possible as his finds its way into your neck, and when you feel the intense wave of pleasure wash over you and hear his strangled gasps as he spills inside you; you both realize that this will change the trajectory of your friendship forever, but in that moment neither of you care. 

ro's first time writing smut !! who else cheered? if you think it's bad don't say anything (i have a fragile ego)

[themelancholichuman]

There is just something so sexy about a man who can drive well... but don't get me started if he's a Formula One driver 😏

Now hear me out, y'all, Konig, but as a Formula One driver, and you're his pretty little grid girl you see the vision right? let me EXPLAIN HEHE

(nsfw)

You know how F1 drivers have really strong necks? cuz they need to tolerate the force of braking and the acceleration and stuff? Well, just imagine Konig with a thick neck, but because his build is just huge overall, it can go unnoticed.

But when you're sitting on his lap making out with him, and you put your pretty hands around his neck, digging your nails into his pale skin, you just kind of... realize how big he is compared to you.

and when he sees how your glossy eyes are looking him up and down, with a dumb look on your face, he damn well knows what you just realized, and you best believe his fragile and toxic ego is enjoying the scene. Your soft lips are parted, pupils are dilated, and your back is arching in just the right way, looking at him.

And his stamina? It never seems to run out He has to sit behind the wheel for 2-3 hours, with the unbearable heat of the cockpit rising every second, and he needs to stay alert every second, every steer and brake of the car putting pressure on his muscles.

So, picture this: you've run out of breath, the muscles of your thighs are cramping, and your head is dizzy from the heat of his body against you, while he looks like he's barely done anything.

A thin layer of sweat is covering his body, and in between groans and filthy words, he does gasp for air, but it's nothing compared to you. Strands of hair are stuck to your forehead with sweat dripping down your face, and you're gasping for air like you're drowning, with your cheeks flushed red.

He gives you the most derogatory look, but he doesn't stop his thrusts. He almost... feels bad, but you wanted this, right? You followed him everywhere after the race like a lost puppy, even when he told you he wanted to drink alone in his hotel room, you immediately replied, "Who the hell celebrates a win alone?" so maybe if he fucks you dumb you learn to leave him alone.

But you never seem to learn. You show up after every single win, and he gets more brutal each time. You just don't seem to understand that he wants to be left alone, so he's gotta communicate it somehow.

And yet, when he's standing among the cheerful crowd after a win, his helmet in his hand and camera flashes lighting up his face, his icy blue eyes seem to be focused on one thing, in the distance.

It's you. His eyes are focused on you, like you're going to disappear if he looks away. And you're wearing skimpy clothes that match his car. And you're cheering and celebrating for him. He's won many times before, but good god, winning has never

felt so good.

(so... do we wanna hear more? heheh)

[noctiva]

Imagine a reader who’s really sensitive. Like completely unable to handle a round without tearing up from the sensitivity type sensitive. How would some of the boys be like with a partner like that? (Preferably EJ if you want to write about just one)

I’m going w jack and toby bc they are my safe spaces LOLLLL

They both LOVE it, but handle it in different ways.

Toby’s a dickhead lmfao. I’m partially serious. he’s got a sadistic nature, and arrogant confidence in bed. he wants you to cry. wants his dick to bring you to tears, so overwhelmed all because of his doing. it’s like a shot of adrenaline straight to his ego. strokes that fragile masculinity HARD. makes him feel like a king.

- “A-Aw, is it too much? Th-Thought you said you could handle it?”

- “Dick’s too good, isn’t it? C’mon, s-say it.”

He’s gripping your chin to keep your face upturned so he can see it when the tears start spilling down your cheeks. Cooing softly, almost patronizing, as his other hand keeps your hips pinned down to the bed.

- “You can t-take it, right? Gonna take it all? For me?”

He just loves the way he can just break you down. Turn you into a snivelling mess of tears, barely able to get a breath in through your moans. Your cunt clenching around him on each stroke in, so mind-bogglingly sensitive it makes his head spin.

(He will take care of you afterwards though do not worry. He’s still got a heart lol)

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Jack also loves it, but for an entirely different reason. Because you’re just so fragile.

He is not a gentle man by any means. He’s stupidly tall, big, and… well hung to say the least. It’s in his nature to be brutal, vicious, uncaring, but for you? This sweet little bird who trusts him so much? He is the pinnacle of self restraint.

- “I know, sweet girl. I know. You’re doing so well.”

- “Just a little more. You feel divine.”

He’s leaning down to lick the tears from your face, his hands holding your hips in a tender grip - gently rocking your body back to meet him. Hushing you softly every time you whine and whimper, carding your fingers through your hair, whispering gentle praises into your ear.

Because it’s just such a blessing. A man like him is so undeserving of someone like you. Someone so sensitive, so vulnerable. So easy to break. And yet here you are, offering yourself up like a sacrifice.

- “Perfect. You’re just so lovely-“

Even if you ever gave him the okay, he’s still not sure if he had it in himself to take you rougher.

[bunny-jpeg]

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ leave my brother alone, mister wolff - toto. w ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

maybe you were a saint in disguise. if toto wolff wanted a piece of a verstappen, then you'd happily give yourself over. seduce the older man into not pestering your brother anymore. the age gap would be an jaw drop, but you hoped that mister wolff liked the taste of such sweet flesh. give up your virginity as a form of currency. and while you thought that the task would be hard. toto wolff was more than happy to sink his cock into your pretty folds. your pussy took him so well, and what started as an agreement soon became a frequent affair.

toto liked when you dressed more innocent, soft pastels looked nice against your skin tone. softer shades of make up made you look almost doe-like. he liked when you struggled to take him both in your pussy and your throat, made him get an ego boost when something so small and fragile tried to take him to the root. he had watched your sputter and cough when trying to deep throat him, your pussy grow tender for days after he laid waste to your cunt. letting his pearly cum ooze out of you as a reminder that you were verstappen in last name, but you had enough of wolff dna in you as well. toto liked you in delicate things, to rely on him. maybe it was the possessive old man in him talking, but he liked when you needed help. those large hands on your thighs as he rolled up your stockings, knowing full well that he'd be ripping them off at the end of the day. he liked how you fit in his arms, his words hung in your mind like stars. he liked that he kept you dumb at times, fucking you to the point where words meant nothing and all hat mattered was the wash of pleasure. he knew what he was doing, fucking you next to unconsciousness. hard for verstappen's little sister to get out from under his thumb if she couldn't stand on her own two legs. but this was all in the name of diverting toto's attention, you didn't realize that being the focus of a man like him could be almost terrifying.

it didn't help that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. the flickering heat and the danger of being ensnared by him left a throb between your legs. by the time monaco came around, you couldn't even get yourself off anymore. you were left overstimulated but with no relief. no toy was like toto, and you sulked all the way to the monaco grand prix to let toto fuck you after hours in red bull's garage. letting him claim you over top of your brother's car. his dirty words in your ear, how dare you let yourself get into this situation. what would you family think? you were supposed to be a proper woman, not a dirty slut. and you could only respond with pathetic little moans. even if it was true, you were at least toto's slut. his big hands on your back as you knee facing the wall, you should've known better then to get too friendly. you wouldn't want your dear max to find out what you've been up to. toto told you that your brother spoke highly of you, little did he know. little did he know that the expensive things you now owned were paid for by a much older man.

he promised you everything. he'd leave your brother alone, let the driver make his own decisions. toto groped at your breasts, bruising the tender skin. his promises got more depraved as your time together grew, he was gonna fill that sweet belly of yours. telling you that he's getting older and it was high time the head principal of mercedes had a few kids. and you'd take such good care of them, right? those promises made you a little afraid, you hadn't finished your program in school. but there was little to be done when you were pressed under his large frame. your hands held behind your back while his bare cock got very familiar with your cunt. you kept meaning to go to the nearest store to get emergency contraception, but before you could sneak out of his bedroom, you were often greeted with another round which shoved all the cum into the farthest part of your pussy. it was a worrying anxiety you tried to ignore, but it would catch up eventually.

it took an entire season but toto wolff was sated, the beast in him could rest. while it wasn't a contract with the three time world champion, he had something a little better. winning was great, but having something sweet to indulge in after every race was something different. while in recent months you hadn't bee accompanying him, he had many photos and videos to keep himself busy in the days apart. because in his home in monaco, there was a cute little verstappen with a slight roundness to her middle. he knew you'd be rubbing your back in irritation over how your son thought it was okay to kick at your ribs. he couldn't tell you the exact date that he got you pregnant, but he had an idea. regardless he was proud of how you carried his child. toto once loudly made a joke within ear shot of max that you were most likely more austrian than dutch by that point, which made the driver's ears burn. he didn't need to hear about his sister like that. but if toto had his way, your brother would be well aware about how the older man takes care of you.

while your little seduction trick failed as toto was coming up with a new contract to propose to max. you found comfort in being toto's sweet little wife now that you were going to have a son over the off-season. <3

a/n: *looks with disrespect*

[typewritersensuite]

𝖀𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Word Count: 1k+

{Warnings: Smut!! Pussy eating!! Huge peen!! Invisible man fucking you!! Mirror fucking!! Degradation!! Being a slut for ur vampire bf!!!}

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♡You and your vampire boyfriend were moving houses all from his excessive money and so he had more people to hunt.

♡Of course he fed from you, but you were too fragile and the only time he wanted to loose yourself was when he was deep in your cunt.

♡But after you moved in, you went furniture shopping. All while Isaiah was fast asleep during the day.

♡And while shopping you had stumbled across a beautiful, big, gothic antique mirror and of course your had to buy it to fit on your house.

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♡When Isaiah woke up and saw the mirror he glared at your clueless face.

♡It wasn't that he didn't like it, but the fact that it reminded him of the fact he couldn't remember what he looked like unless it was drawn.

♡You gazed at him confused and ushered him to stand beside you, and when you gazed at the mirror you were amazed at the fact you couldn't see him.

♡But of course he went into a mood over it.

♡After he explained how sad it makes him never knowing how he truly looks anymore and not feeling attractive, you quickly reassure him, telling him how handsome he truly is.

♡This quickly led to his ego being boosted and his cock getting hard, resulting in him fucking you hard and fast on the sofa. Feeding from you while spilling his cum deep inside you and singing praises.

♡From then he decided to keep the mirror knowing that if he acted sad, you would quickly give him all your attention and your love, and would definitely open your legs.

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♡But after a while, you knew his tricks, so you started teasing him over the fact you couldn't see him in the mirror.

♡Teasing the fact he couldn't see the size difference fully, the outfits he wore.

♡And the more you teased, the more frustrated he got.

♡He decided to start hiding your panties from you, making you walk around with you sweet pussy juices from for him to smell out much easier.

♡He used you on every counter, against every orifice and fed from every area of your soft lovely skin.

♡But still, it didn't stop you.

♡You continued on your crusade to annoy him and it was working more and more. Until he snapped.

♡You were being a brat and he didn't know how to keep you in line, until the most delicious thought crossed his mind.

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♡And here you were, stripped naked, gazing at your reflection in the mirror.

♡Your body was fully folded in half, my legs pressed against your breasts as Isaiah help your knees back with both his arms like a hug.

♡But the main focus was where his cock was drilling in and out in your little pussy, but looking in the mirror all you could see was your tiny cunt being split open and gaped on a transparent cock.

♡"You see that, stupid slut? Can't see me huh? Can't see my big cock splitting your fat little pussy open?" Isaiah hisses into your ear, punishing you.

♡All you could do was gasp, watching as you gyrated in the air around a hidden cock that was splitting you open.

♡You moan as he sinks his teeth into your neck, you see the prick marks on your neck, similar to all the others that were painted around your neck.

♡He humps against your cervix, the tip of his cock nudging it desperately. The sounds you make becoming his favourite song, something he knew the heavens would sing down to him if he were to ever reach them.

♡He bounces you on his cock with his pure strength, turning you into nothing but his personal fleshlight.

♡Isaiah carefully lets you down before he pins you against the mirror, your cheek pressed firmly against it whilst your bent over.

♡You could feel every veins sliding through you walls and you could hear his groans of joy of you being wrapped around his cock.

♡"Look at yourself! Fucking slut for nothing! Being fucked by the air and you're about to cum all over it. All over nothing! Pathetic!"

♡His thick heavy balls slap against your clit, being just enough every time to make your cunt spasm perfectly around his huge cock. Groans of pure delight pour from his mouth mixing with the melody of your moans.

♡You can't help the trembles that wrack your body, spasming around his thick cock and squealing.

♡Isaiah holds you up by your stomach for a moment, making sure your feeling the bulge in your stomach from his big cock that's imprinting in your womb.

♡He lets out a deep moan before it turns into a whimper as he cums inside you too.

♡He holds you gently before pulling you back, his arm locking around your neck and pulling you back as he kisses you.

♡"Can you see me now?" He teases rubbing his nose against yours.

♡You just giggle giving him a hazy smile back, still blissed out as you're resting on his cock.

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♡Soon after you avoided teasing him about the mirror unless you wanted to be fucked like a pathetic doll.

♡It wasn't anything bad, it was how humiliating it was and how wet it made your pussy.

♡It was so bad to the point that whenever you were playing with your pussy, a flash would occur and you would be in front of the mirror. Isaiah leaning against it.

♡A smug smirk against his lips, "cmon princess, rub your cute, fat little cunt for me. Watch yourself in the mirror. Memorise how fucking pretty you before I turn you."

♡His eyes darken as he watches you shyly move your hand down between the valley of your breasts, your stomach before finally reaching your clit.

♡It would only be a few seconds of playing with yourself before Isaiah was between your thighs slurping happily as your pussy juices.

♡The sight in the mirror was Hypnotic but looking between your legs to where Isaiah was happily feasting was even better.

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♡It was safe to say that the mirror stayed

♡And you got a special painter for you and Isaiah so he could finally see a version of himself after all these years.

♡Both things were absolutely worth it.

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[rosenclaws]

hi hiii!!!!! what about logan trying to flirt with a girl who's very independent and does not give a shit to them?

I love logan to death but sometimes we gotta check his ego you know?? He can't be walking around with that much cockiness

Origins Logan - 

Oh its so funny this big strong lumberjack is out here flirting up a storm with you the cute cashier at the grocery store and instead swooning like most people do you just roll your eyes and tell him you don’t date men who wear that munch flannel. It takes him completely off guard. Floundering for words as he gapes like a fish. He keeps coming back. Not just to flirt with but because your store is the only one that sells the kind of cereal he likes.

Now look Logan is cute and all but you’ve dealt with his kind before. A handsome man who thinks he’s hot shit just because he thinks he can smile and anyone would bend to his will. So you don’t even wanna deal with that kind of ego. Over time Logan starts to show you that maybe he isn’t that kind of guy. Or maybe he’s just that charming. You find yourself smiling at him and he doesn’t even try to ask you out again. Finally after the two of you have a flirty convo the nice old lady in back of him just tells you guys to get a room. You tell Logan you’ll think about it, but he has to come back tomorrow. 

Trilogy Logan - 

This mans poor ego is about to be crushed. This Logan can be a cocky motherfucker. “‘Fraid you might like it.” LIKE COME ON. Anyways you work with Hank down in the lab and he sees you and turns on his charm. Winking at you when he talks to hank and slinking around like a damn cat. He asks you out and you just say no bluntly and walk away. Oh man he won’t ever live it down. The news spreads that The Wolverine got rejected full out and you know they tease him about it. You like Logan but you don’t like his brash attitude and his constant smoking. Plus he can be kind of an asshole. The first memory you have of meeting him was his less than friendly first day where he insulted most of the mansion and shamelessly flirted with Jean despite her being taken. You don’t need another man like that in your life. But Logan is more behind his cocky exterior and slowly you start to see it. Mostly when he’s with the kids. His soft spot is clear as day as he play fights with some of the students. He denies going on easy on them but you know he is. So maybe he isn’t so bad. But you can’t ever let him know you think that because its nice seeing him be knocked down a peg

DOFP Logan - 

I mean look Logan is such a dilf and he knows he’s hot for sure but dating isn’t really on his radar. But sometimes he’ll go to some bar and pick up someone just for fun. Which is where he meets you. He pulls out the charm and fails. Miserably. You take one look at him and just scoff. Telling him you’re not a one night stand and to try it somewhere else. It hurts his ego a little bit ngl but he recovers and tells you he’s just making conversation. You tell him that a man like him is never looking for just a conversation. He’s hot you can’t deny so you entertain him just a little. Enough to watch him squirm and get all hot and bothered. His eyes darken and just as he's about to whisk you away you tell him you had a good time but you better get home. The tension is thick as you hop off the bar stool and just smirk at him. Leaving your number on a napkin that you tuck away in his pants pocket.

Old Man Logan -

You know, I think it would be such a blow to his already fragile ego I kinda don't want to reject him :( In fact I don't think he'd even try and flirt anymore. He's focused on taking care of Laura more than anything and he really isn't interested in flirting or playing a game of cat and mouse. Maybe he tries or he does it without even realizing it and you think he's some sleezy old guy trying to flirt but you realize he's not and he's just that way and then you see him with Laura and your heart melts just a little.

Worst Logan -

So it's a total blow to his ego and again I just feel baddd. Like he's out with Wade and Wade is pushing him to turn on his old man charm and get laid because he's been extra grumpy and Logan is just unsure but he sees you and fuck you're really pretty so he says fuck it and goes over and tries to flirt but fails miserably. He stutters over his words and the cheesy lines he pulls suck and it's just a disaster. He literally walks away before you can even reject him and he wants to crawl into a hole and die. He clearly does not have the charm he used to and he never wants to flirt again lmao. He sees you again another night and goes up to just be like. I'm a fucking idiot I hope I didn't scare you last time and you tell him it was pretty funny which isn't exactly what he wants to hear but hey. You're not used to men apologizing for their terrible flirting so it was surely refreshing. Plus he's pretty hot which really helps. Maybe if he can get his words out this time you might consider giving him your number. Maybe. i w

[cannibal-alien]

Hello!! Could u perhaps do chance x reader x elliot general hcs? :}/nf

꒰ 🎰 🍕 ꒱ chance/elliot/reader – general headcanons!!! . *

goodnight everyoneee,, here’s the last one for tonight 🫶🏻 thank you sooo much for the request nonny!! hope you like ^_^ 👽

chance will absolutely have you two locked into some kind of card game. probably something like war! just so they could scratch that gambling itch. but really? he just can’t stand seeing you both so stressed out. so he plays his cards with a smug little smile on his face, knowing it’ll definelty take your minds off the constant mental strain,, and not before long you’re laughing at their antics; momentarily forgetting about the horribly miserable realm you’re trapped in. it’s pretty silly, but also a much needed sanity boost

it’s kind of tough luck for the other survivors who end up in the same round as all three of you,,, they’re not exactly glued to your side like you’re a fragile glass doll, but the second you call out for help? chance and elliot are there in a millisecond. you’re their number one priority and they’ll do quite literally anything to keep you protected!! not that you’re just standing around letting them do all the work either, chance has been saved by you more times than they can count on both hands. as for elliot though? you’d need to grow five more just to break even, that boy is a real lifesaver.

bandaging each other up might just be one of the most frustrating tasks ever. chance can’t sit still to save his LIFE and you’ll literally barely be past the stinging antibiotic cream. i’ve said it ONCE and i’ll say it AGAIN: chance has the pain tolerance of wet cardboard!!! he tries to grit his teeth and act like it’s nothing but his strained winces immediately give him away. over time he does toughen up,, you can thank the endless matches for that! but in the earlier days? they were incredibly tough to handle. elliot actually has a pretty high pain tolerance! he’s usually the one doing most of the patching up anyway, and he’s good at it. not surprising though,, his bandaging skills are pretty clean and infinitely better than chance’s “slap it on and hope for the best!” method. plus, he doesn’t complain… unlike a certain someone you both know veeery well. hmmm…

it’s always kind of a big deal when you three get separated, but both of them believe in you an insane amount and do their best not to worry. they know you’re a strong, capable survivor, and you refuse to give up so easily,, they never let you forget it. you can sense their admiration for you from hundreds of miles away, it’s glaringly obvious… do you really need the ego boost right now??

divider by @/strangergraphics ^.^

[christalpinkskiesandsagelands]

I'M GOING FERAL WTF

This pic is giving me horny yet soft thoughts.

BoxerBF! Channie, who always makes sure you watch every single fight he takes part in, he assures you he will win and come out of the ring without a single scratch. He doesn't want you to worry about it, so he tries his best to keep his word. Yet one day, he definitely has trouble keeping the pace and can't avoid the punches that come his way. When the fight finishes, he looks upset, not because he lost but because he's hurt and knows that you hate to see him like that. When you get your hands on him, he winces but doesn't push you away. You mean no harm. He just wants you to cure his wounds and kiss the pain away. You treat his bruises with extreme care, and he cannot stop looking at your beautiful face as you touch him so tenderly... Have you always looked this pretty? Cause he's convinced there's something in the air that's taking his breath away. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer, your soft breathing calming his racing thoughts. He feels so fragile right now, so loved...he wants nothing but to make you feel the same. His hands go lower, caressing your lower back and he's battling so hard not to squeeze you ass, he wants you on his lap, grinding against him and looking so pretty like you do right now. He's sure that's gonna make him forget his loss, and his ego will definitely boost from having such a sweet and hot girlfriend like you. His eyes are locked on your face, admiring your furrowed brows. He needs you... needs to make you feel cherished, needs to thank you for this. His big hands tug on your soft dress, the fabric burning his fingertips with the desire of wanting to see your skin, the dark circles under his eyes making his pleading look more powerful. He needs to have you, to take you completely, even if it's not the time and place. His mind going dizzy with the thoughts of you tasting him, bouncing on him, giving him the reward he probably didn't deserve. Your scent driving him crazy, his cock aching to be inside of you, to have some release, there was no better way to get it than from you.

[epnusika]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- GR13F3R Romantic Headcanons

[ The Player! Reader Edition. ]

Author's Note: There are some spoilers ahead.

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��] After his recovery from getting defeated, GR1EF3R was more than beyond pissed that his Dad is telling him to apologize to you. Sure... He did a lot of bad things and initially sent people to get rid of you but... You had it coming! You were trying to steal the Venomshank from him!

•] Now, he's standing awkwardly in your presence once you have returned to Turitopulis. His Dad was standing behind him, waiting and watching if his son would stick to his words. GR1EF3R'S arms are folded across his chest, trying to look cool under the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

"Y0U'R3 B4CK, PUNK... HMPH, T0OK YOU LONG ENOUGH. I 4LMOST TH0UGHT TH4T YOU GOT M4UL3D BY TH3 BE4STS 1N TH3 JUNGL3. Kind of a shame that you didn't...—" — "BRAD!" — "GAH!"

•] His entire apology was pretty pathetic, it was rather pitiful to watch him struggle to get the words out to apologize to you. If anything, his ego wasn't bruised, no. It felt like it was run over by a bullet train, smacked onto the ground, before it was set on fire with humiliation.

•] But... since Mayor Thaniyel wanted you two to get along, he had left you two alone to spend time with each other. GR1EF3R'S obviously repulsed by it. Why should he spend time with the one who beat the crap out of him? He was right about to leave, most likely to return to the big tree in the jungle, until you suggested that you two go to the arcade. Your treat.

•] The next thing you know, GR1EF3R'S hogging up all the prizes of each claw machine in the arcade, being surprisingly good at it.

•] Originally, he was planning to make you go bankrupt but... the moment you started cheering for him as the claw in the machine latches onto a plushed toy, something inside of him clicked, and he changed his mind. So, instead of you, he made the arcade bankrupt instead.

•] As you two headed out of the arcade, carrying four heavy bags of every prize that you won, GR1EF3R realized something. Something that felt... good. He's finally experiencing the feeling of having a companion. Not in online, but purely in reality.

•] He genuinely feels bad. Even after everything he did... You still managed to put up with him. Perhaps that's the reason why he hates you. He thinks you're too soft. You remind him of his Dad. People like you shouldn't...—Wait. No. What the hell is he thinking? He shouldn't care about stuff like this! Especially after you whooped his ass.

•] He's still pissed about it.

•] Regardless, he was pretty upset when he realized that you were going to leave Turitopulis soon. Right... He almost forgot that you were always up and about, rushing off to another one of your adventures or something...

•] It was like you helped him piece together the fragile parts of his heart, only to crush it with your own foot right after you were finished.

•] ...why did you have to leave when he finally found solace in your presence?

•] When the day of your departure arrived, you were met with a disgruntled GR1EF3R.

"H3Y, PUNK. Y0U GOT A PH0N3, R1GHT? ...HUH? WH4T DO YOU M3AN YOU DON'T H4VE—...? UGH, F1NE. H3RE, H4VE TH1S."

•] The next thing you know, GR1EF3R is handing you a cellular phone. From the looks of it, it looks outdated compared to its present-time counterparts. His old phone, perhaps?

"TSK... WHY D1D I EXP3CT TH4T YOU W0ULDN'T OWN ON3...? Maybe it's because you look broke."

•] Says the one who gave his old phone instead of buying a new one.

•] Going through the old phone though, there was one thing that you realized. GR1EF3R's number is in your contacts.

"L3T ME G3T SOM3TH1NG STR4IGHT... DON'T TH1NK TH4T TH3RE'S SOM3TH1NG GO1NG ON B3TWEEN US. GOT 1T? W1TH THE M4SS1VE Z3R0 IN Y0UR FR13ND'S L1ST? YOU SH0ULD BE GR4T3FUL TH4T I'M GIV1NG Y0U MY NUMB3R IN TH3 F1RST PL4CE. NOW GO. 1'M T1R3D OF LO0K1NG AT YOUR F4CE."

•] Not even ten minutes later after you left, he's asking his Dad about when you're going to come back. Looking over to the prizes that you two won in the arcade... He felt ticked off. All of it reminds him of you, surging a bittersweet feeling in his chest because of the short time you spent together.

•] So... when you arrived at your next destination, your phone was being blown up by messages from GR1EF3R. It was just simple messages like 'Hey, you alive?' or 'Hope the plane didn't crash.' but still. It's kind of amusing how he went from wanting you dead to being worried about your status.

•] Messages like this continued between the two of you. Slowly, it shifted to the point that you two had this little texting thing going on between each other. GR1EF3R'S obviously curious about what's going on in your line though. For example, he's asking what's it like retrieving the Ghostwalker? Did you have a tough time fighting enemies? You had to give him updates every hour or so because he wouldn't stop bugging you.

•] Until... you checked your most recent message from him. Exhausted from running away from the enemies trying to get you, you hid away into a secluded spot to regain some energy. You eventually pulled out your phone to check your contacts, and as expected, there was a new message from GR13FER.

"H3Y, SO. TH1S'LL BE OUTT4 POCK3T BUT 4RE Y0U PL4NN1NG TO H3AD B4CK TO TUR1TOPUL1S SO0N? TH3RE'S TH1S N3W 4IRS0FT PL4CE OP3N1NG SOON AND, I N3ED A P4RTNER."

•] Proceeding, he argues that he's totally not asking you out, totes!

"SO... WH3N 4M I GO1NG TO P1CK YOU UP FR0M THE A1RP0RT?"

[elia-liendy]

Late night talk at the 24h self service

X x GN!Coworker reader

Genre: Fluff(?), Comfort, One-shot (2nd person pov)

Summary: X was walking to a 24h self service, but you're fighting with a vending machine of the self service zone, as X was about to leave you alone, you end up to notice his presence and since he could no longer leave, X engages on a talk to cheer you up.

Man, idk you can take it romantic or platonic, it's up to you. I personally take it as romantic since it's a self indulgent yume fic.🥀🥀🥀

Cw: swearing

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One hand on his pocket and the other playing with a coin in his fingers, X is walking mindlessly to the nearest self service to enjoy his favourite can of soda, sweet and sugary, that's how he loves it and that what he always drank. Just by thinking to drink it, it makes him hum eager to feel the carbonate taste on his tongue, transforming the simple desire into a need. A need to treat himself nicely after after working his 9/5 and hit big on today stream, even if he had to end it forcefully, thanks to the bothersome law enforcement that he had to deal after fighting and arresting a gang on live.

He for sure deserves a small break while sipping his favourite drink plus, it won't hurt anyone, especially not when it sound like paradise to X himself.

Hums to himself happily, thinking whenever he should continue the stream after his drink or end it here for today.

He takes the last turn to reach the awaited self service zone, but his flow of troughs stops all together whit also his walk and coin play thanks to some sudden metal noise coming from the self service zone.

He opens his eyes and he sees you, still wearing your office clothes, but untidy and your hair are frizzy. You look entirely agitated, exhausted and tired, whit a look he understood that probably it was given to you more work to do, making you walk out of office this late in the night.

You aggressively shake the vending machine, it does practically nothing but making a loud noise. Since nothing is working you decide to release your frustration to the machine,you begin to slap and kick the machine.

"Give my money back!!"

You groan frustrated, you're aware that complaining will do nothing, but you still do it to let out all your pent up energy you have gained all day from being still in the office chair even after the hours of your contract, thanks to your supervisor giving you more work than you can handle... Once again.

X stand there watching you bullying the vending machine whit such unexpected behaviour from his dear junior co-worker, and he can't help but find it rather "entertaining" seeing this new side of you.

He already finds you interesting and pleasant to be whit you on the daily 9/5 by both your little admiration for him and finding ways to always engage on a casual talk, he your chair neighbour, despite you using the same two cards: asking to eat together during lunch break or asking help to any kind of doubt you have; he find that time enjoyable, making his 9/5 all more lively.

You wear your heart on your sleeve and he find you very easy to get along and his ego always gets a boost whenever you look up at him for help and advice. You're also never prone to be anger and always try to be diplomatic... and finding you whit the how you are now: ruined formal clothes, wild hair and the exasperated behaviour; it's so opposite to your demure self, he can't help it but find it intriguing, despite feeling bad at finding curiosity in your not so happy situation.

"My money, hahahaha...."

You laugh bitterly while hitting repeatedly your head on the vending machine and when you stop, you go drag your hand slowly down to the glass, making a screeching sound that penetrates the ears of both of you.

You mumble to yourself, slowly falling into the ground whit hands your hair and a hopeless expression.

X despite finding this intriguing, seeing you like this, he knew better to leave you alone in this fragile and private moment, hoping to keep this moment for yourself only. But before he could anything, even snap his finger and teleport away, you turned around looking at him, your expression is molded to a glaring frown.

The both of you freezed for different reasons: You're completely frozen by the sight of the number one hero, X himself, looking at you. A you that is pathetically sitting in front of a vending machine whit messy clothes and hair, you feel the shame reaching to your face painting it red.

"...."

You continue to stand there quietly still looking shocked before bitterly laughing by the absurdity of such situation.

As for X, he found himself surprised by your sense, and he was frozen not knowing what to do, but hearing you laugh als made him laugh too, joining whit you... Even if you're laughing for different reason.

You use the vending machine to stand up, yet you still move wobbly, you're not considering fixing your presence in front of the number one hero, you're too tired to even find an ounce of self composure.

"the vending machine is broken. I suggest you go to another."

Your voice screeches thanks to the dry and strained vocal cords, you turn to give one last glare the vending machine while stepping away whit a pissed expression that got stamped on your face since you got out of work.

"Really? Are you sure of that?"

X begins to re-play whit the coin as he walks towards the vending machine confident of himself and that pissed you more than you're already are. Of course you're sure of that, you're fought whit this vending machine for 20 minutes.

"Oh~my, of course monsieur X, I am quite delighted to inform you that thay machine, that sells thay eatables goods is malfunctioning in upsetting ways."

You bow at him whit heavy sarcasm and false teatrism while gifting him a deadly glare. He chuckles enjoying your sarcasm that came whit this new side of yours, maybe bit too much, a side that he hardly believes that he would meet as your co-worker.

"Well you will never know till you try yourself."

X glance at you with, on your opinion, an annoying smile that's always stamped on his stupid face. His hands continue to play with coin while slowly inserting it in the coin slot and then pressing the first number.

"...."

You cross your arms, biting your lips and hold yourself back to curse at him, but containing yourself isn't helping, it's only irritating you even more. To release your frustration you decided to began tap your feet repeatedly, but the noise increased your irritation and the fact someone is near you seeing like this, is upsetting you even more.

"Whatever. I bet you're loooaaaded with of money Mister Number One. To you, one little coin means nothing."

He looks at you, aware of your unawareness about the fact you couldn't be more wrong and that makes him smile even more.

He works the same 9/5 as you, well it's true he have a bigger salary than you, by just the simple fact you just got hired three months ago. Plus he gets extra money from X streams, but he ever hardly uses them, it would be highly suspicious if he used them mindlessly as the single minded office worker he is supposed to be. So he gives most of those money in donations to little and trustworthy organisations.

You look at him and he looks at you, silence is expanding, he's smiling at you but he isn't responding.

He just stand there and you glare at him, disliking his non-reaction reaction, the silence is cutting and you dislike silence, you always feel on edge when there is silence piercing your ear; that is also why you always work whit music whit one earpod.

Tension begins to grow in your mind, slowly becoming unbearable for your already overwhelmed self, the irritation also continues to grow and it's consuming your lucidity and you hate it, your feet tapping gets faster and you begin to scratch your arms aggressively while still keeping them crossed.

You dislike being angry on itself and you defenely hate seen by others like thins whit the possibility to lash out, even passively, to the next person; even if said next person is smiling like he is enjoying your irritation whit that smug smile and keen stare...

And... He is, in fact, enjoying it. He is enjoying everything in this conversation, he is making sure to register every little reaction of yours and can you blame him? This new side is all even more interesting to him.

Whit X, you don't hold admiration and the interaction feels all more true and raw, which considering it's quite paradoxical: he is now appearing as X the number one hero, loved and trusted by the people, someone considered invincible and powerful by his followers and yet you treat such special individual like a normal person, while the admiration is reserved for your co-worker, the real him.

Is it because X first meeting happened whit you already being upset? Or is it because you don't care about X opinion of you? Either way he can hardly keep himself to smile even more in front of you, even if he doesn't want to upset you even more, truthfully said he want to calm you down, you look terrible both physically and mentally and you're also hurting yourself by scratching too hard on your arm, it's that he find this side of you unknown and he want to explore it.

You cannot take it anymore, how long this uncomfortable and long silence will continue? your fear thinks it won't stop stretching till you won't do something, because he, for sure, is doing nothing but smiling like a statue.

You look at him uncomfortable while you take a step back, hoping that such reaction will bring him to speak, look away or anything to break this unbearable silence, but it doesn't... he stand there still smiling.

You look at him bewildered and unsettled, what is happening? Did he froze? You think as you decide to try walk closer to him, even if you're high key intimidated of him right now, but you need to do something for your anxious heart.

Walking away is too rude; you consider speaking to him, but your voice was already screeching before and you can only imagine the shame you would feel when your voice breaks the silence whit a screech followed by a cough... You're cringing by just imagining it.

So the only reasonable and appropriate thing to do is tap his shoulders and see if he moves or something.... Seriously is this how the most trusted hero act? You hardly believe yourself on what you're seeing.

You take the first step and you look at him, hoping some reaction from him, but nothing he still stand there frozen, so you take another step and see if he reacts but he still does nothing, so every time he doesn't react you take a step closer.

Look and step,

Look and step,

Look and step till you were right in front of him, looking at him whit a frown

You trough he was spacing out, like you usually do, but no... that bastard, was looking at you and he even had the audacity to move down his head to still look at your face correctly as he continues to smile, how annoying and extremely humiliating. You want to say something, to get mad at him or to make fun of him, but your sense of shame is stopping you in doing so, you feel your blood rushing trough your face and your muscles remaining still yet tense.

X didn't do nothing because he was considering his actions and the possible outcome of them, like the chess nerd he is. But then seeing you slowly walk to him like a scared puppy, he decided to see what you were trying to do, yet seeing you freeze in your shame after you just came in front of his face, or better his chest, he decided it was the moment for him to ease your one sided tension.

He takes a moment to think before looking at the vending machine and to change into a different topic: he decided to see if it was truly broken, he pressed the last digit to select the soda he wanted to buy so much before meeting you... And to the surprise of both of you, the vending machine began to move as the sound of it's engine broke the silence.

X laughed satisfied by this outcome and goes to check your reaction: you're looking at the vending machine whit wide eyes and mouth with frowning eyebrow, hardly believing on what you're seeing, you stood in front of this stuck vending machine for 20 minutes. You were fighting whit it for 20 minutes. but it did nothing.

Your expression shift to one of anger and X began to laugh, upsetting you even more as you give him a middle finger, you don't like how also fate joined in to make fun of you whit X.

"Fuck you."

you avoid looking the vending machine and especially X whit his irritating smile, but also what irritated you even more, is the fact he got the same thing you failed to buy.

You don't know if it's a casual coincidence or if he knew and did it out of spite.

"I didn't do nothing."

After to reaching the can of soda he goes to rest his eyes on you once again and he easily saw that you wanted the soda since you were intensely staring at it, so he decided to give it to you.

He moved his hand and resting the can in front of your face seeing if you would take it. You look at him confused and irritated as you frown even more, not getting his hint, he could easily read that you look his actions as a mockery.

"You can take it."

He sigh, but despite his shown reaction he does appreciate the fact you're easy to read, it's rather endearing.

He pushes the end of the can into your forehead just to tease you a little, the cold aluminium of the can makes you shiver as you look at him surprised before stepping back flustered, you touch your forehead as you look the can of soda that he hold and lightly shakes in frot of your eyes, you take a moment to look at him before using the same hand that was in your forehead to get the can.

"Thank you..."

You said quietly, not expecting such little act of kindness from him, you hold the can whit both of your hands while looking at him, for once you don't find his smile irritating, but rather comforting and nice to gaze at.

But despite that you feel a sense of uneasiness and discomfort, you feel like you owe him something for the drink, unaware that your face is showing what you're feeling right now, it made X sigh, being this easy to read isn't good for you, even if it's a traits that he likes about you. He worries about the possibility of his dear co-worker being easily exploited by those whit ulterior intension.

"You don't owe me nothing, and especially you don't owe me an explanation."

You jump surprised and confused, yet still comforted by him once again, you feel a certain weight lifting you off from your shoulder.

You unconsciously smile as you eyes fall to the can, your appreciation is shown once again in your face and the way you gently hold the soda... that feel like a reward for him, seeing his dear co-worker mood finally lifting up, your smiles are warm like ray of sun he now rarely enjoys since he became a hero.

"Do you like this can of soda?"

You ask at X while you open the can, the sound of a opening can it's always something your ears appreciate, the aluminium opening and the frizziness of the soda gets louder as it interacts whit the oxygen.

"I never tried personally..."

You continue to act like you didn't ask the question, even if you did notice that X didn't answered, yet you didn't mind, you're aware that every little detail could be crucial for a hero secret identity. But that what's your mind think, in reality X was just thinking that he wish he had enough coins whit him to buy another can of soda, but he sadly ran out of coin, still he doesn't regret giving it to you, your genuine expression of appreciation are always priceless to him, that another added reason why he likes when you ask for his help.

"...I always seen my co worker drink it... So I got curious on how it tasted... But I always felt ashamed to ask him."

You explain flustered realising only after you finished speaking that you still end up over explaining yourself, you sigh and laugh to ease your nerves.

X stands there silent, aware on how much shy and hesitant you're whit him as your co-worker, he wonders if it's the admiration? Or your social anxiety? Maybe it's both? But for sure he wants to use this opportunity to know more what you think about him or to know you better.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you asked him."

And since you're talking about him in front of him, he feels like that he at least owes you some moral support, the little guilt slowly dissapear as this conversation is getting too interesting for him as he doesn't want to let go of such rare and ironic opportunity.

"I think so too... It's, just... I don't know, probably my fears are covering my ears and eyes."

You're self aware of your anxiety, but you don't know how to act upon it.

You look the soda unsure if you truly want to drink it, you slowly put the can under your nose to examine the smell of the soda, unsure if you will even like it after all you're not a fan of carbonate drinks.

X knows the smell from memory, strawberry but added frizz that makes the nose itches, such smell makes him smile, yet your face frowns in disgust making you even more reluctant to drink it now.

"You know how it taste like?"

You ask X, scared even to try it. You already feel nauseous from the smell, you don't want to puke in front of him, especially out of cordiality and respect, since he is the one that gifted the can to you.

"It's a carbonate sweet soda that give an aftertaste of strawberry."

Hearing that, you decided to give back to him, holding back the gag reflex still out of respect for the nice gesture.

"It's all yours...thank you for the gesture, I really appreciate it, but I think I will for sure not like this drink."

X takes the soda watching you step back feeling nauseous by just imagining the taste.

It surprises him, he trough by the way you look and act, you would be another fan of sweets and strawberry like him,but it seem he misjudged you... Well better for him, he still uplifted your mood and still got the privilege to finally sip his awaited sugary and carbonate taste.

As he begin to chug down the soda, he can hear you taking deep breaths to forget about the smell you obviously disliked and he thinks, but his mind there is a question that is tormenting him to let it out....

"Are you scared of him?"

He says aware that his curiosity is getting the better end of him, but it's not like he is even fighting against it.

You turn around a bit surprised by his question, not expecting to be curious about such unimportant thing for the number one hero.

"..."

You take a moment as you look at X and then look to the ground as your back goes to rest on a close wall, before deciding to awnser, it's not like X gains anything from talk, you think, but only if you knew the truth you would be fuming.

"I'm not scared of him, I'm scared of shame."

You look at the sky hopeless, X looks at you, the both of you deep in the trough, making the silent full of meaning between the two of you.

"Do you think he is the type to judge?"

He ask, unsure of your awnser despite the talk it's about himself, yet when you look at him and simply move your head to signal a no whit a little smile, his heart slowed down in reassurance, happy whit your awnser.

"You shouldn't cage yourself in fear. Those fears will become reality if you let them be."

X walks up to you and flick your forehead whit a smile of reassurance, finishing his soda and perfectly throwing it in trash behind him whitout even looking.

You leans away while you touch your forehead, feeling the little sting in your forehead as you look at him between a glare of anger and a confused stare.

"Well whatever, it's not like it's the end of the world if it becomes the truth. I always been alone, and be rejected another time means nothing to me."

You slap his hands away as you couldn't stand being there anymore, you already knew that much, you didn't need anyone to tell you that especially you didn't need the hero X to tell you that.

You're tired both from this talk and the previous overload of work you had today. You just want ot take a long shower and sleep, now, because if you don't go to bed soon, tomorrow your mood will be even worse than it is now form the lack of sleep.

X watches you leave the self service zone, he is aware that you're just trying to just convince yourself that you're fine whit the fear of rejection, but he wants to change that.

He smiles, he has taken it as a challenge to prove you wrong, that you're scared of rejection and to no longer be scared him as your co worker.

You disappear he turns around to walk on his apparent, he began to flip and play with a coin he secretly stole from you while you weren't looking, his mind was already thinking how to break your walls of fear and insecurity around him and to be closer to you and your heart.

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After notes: man I posted the draft while I thought it got deleted. That's embarrassing 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯

[hiiikiko]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[5: you’re such an asshole]

tlou m.list | series m.list

spider-man!ellie x reader

synopsis: ever since that night on the bench, you haven’t seen Spidey and it seems that Ellie has been avoiding you.. what is wrong with your love life??

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ELLIE’S POV:

“Fuck, I know! You don’t gotta keep saying that,” Ellie groaned as she threw herself onto her bed, covering her face with her hands and hoping that they would also cover her fragile ego.

“I’m just sayin’, man,” Jesse laughed as he chucked a piece of popcorn into his mouth, “It ain’t right.”

Dina chimed in, “Mhm, agreed… besides, it’s really fuckin’ weird.”

Ellie groaned and sat up. She had known Jesse and Dina since middle school, long before she got her powers, they were nice. Jesse was a transfer student from Wyoming, Dina a transfer student from New Mexico, and Ellie wasn’t exactly a transfer student but she did transfer from Austin to New York. So, the three of them soon became good friends.. all three were outsiders so it was natural for them to flock together, like birds of a feather. Soon after Ellie was bit, Jesse and Dina found her out because she broke down in front of them, crying about how stressful it is, how she’s a freak, and that she’s petrified about turning into an actual spider (thanks freshman lit).

“It’s not weird!” Ellie whined.

“You’re practically stalking the poor girl,” Dina scoffs, sitting up from the beanbag, “She has a right to know!”

Jesse nods, “Yeah, dude, and don’t you think it’s unfair? She’s confiding all her secrets in Spidey-you, not Ellie-you..”

Ellie sits up “I know.. I know I should come clean but.. she’s already a pretty big fan of Spider-Man.. hell, she has memorabilia all over her fuckin’ apartment.. what if,” she takes a deep sigh, “What if she’s, you know… disappointed? What then..”

Dina gives Ellie’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “If she’s as wonderful as you say she is.. she won’t care that her hero is a completely socially awkward nerd.”

“Hey!” Ellie scoffs and playfully pushes Dina, “But, yeah.. maybe you’re right..”

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“Argh! Gwen, there’s no fucking way I’m getting this,” you whine, burying your head into your scarf.

“Shh,” your best friend, Gwen Stacy, laughs, trying to remind you that the two of you were in a library, “Where is your tutor?”

“She’s ignoring me,” you pout, resting your head on the table and looking up at Gwen who had been attempting to help you for the last hour and a half.

Gwen rolls her eyes, “Now, why would she be ignoring you?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, ugh, she’s so confusing..”

It had been almost an entire month since you’ve heard from Ellie, she apparently requested to not work on any photoshoot with you, hadn’t been picking up your phone calls.. what made matters worse is that now Spidey was ignoring you.. well, actually.. you couldn’t be sure that he was given that he never gave you his number or socials and it’s not like the communication between you is consistent..

Gwen shakes her head, “I don’t get why you’re so upset about this.. girl, Y/n/n.. it’s not like she’s of notoriety or anything, she’s sure as hell no Abby Anderson.”

Uh, ouch?

You scoff, “You’re so shallow, you wouldn’t be saying the same thing about Peter if he hadn’t wasn’t working for Stark Enterprises, would you?”

Gwen rolls her eyes, “I wouldn’t know Peter if he wasn’t working for Stark Enterprises.”

You give a half hearted laugh as you begin to pack your things up, “Anyway, I’ll see you later Gwen.. a fellow model invited me to that play on Broadway.”

“Ooh with Mary Jane?”

You nod and wave goodbye.

The cold winter air nipped at your skin, causing the blood to rush to your cheeks and give you a nice pink dusting. You tightened your scarf around you as you flagged down a taxi.

“Y/n,” you heard a familiar french accented voice call from the street, the voice belonged to Giá, a tall, brown skinned, and brunette model. She was almost like an older sister to you, she had taken you under her wing when you first got into modelling which was surprising, given that she used to date your older brother who ended up dumping her for some gold digging camgirl.

“Hey, Giá,” you smile as you hop out the taxi, “We’re you waiting long?”

“No, I just arrived! Had to stop by the florist,” she holds up a bouquet of white lilies.

You quirk your brow, “ Mm and who might those be for?”

Giá giggles, a melodic sound, “You will see..” she plucks a lily from the bouquet and hands it to you, “this one is for you, mon cheri.”

You giggle and take the lily and hold it close, “Then shall we?”

“We shall.”

The theatre was warm and bustling with activity, attendees trying to find their seats, staff checking tickets, ladies coming in and out of the ‘powder room,’ and stagehands running around.

“This way,” a tall member of the staff says and leads you two to the front of the theatre.

“Fancy,” you mumble as you take a seat next to Giá, even your family never got this type of treatment.

Giá excitedly looks up at the stage as the curtains begin to open, a beautiful redhead comes down the staircase, singing a hauntingly tragic love song.

You could feel someone’s gaze boring into you.. taking a swift glance around, you meet the eyes of a certain auburnette, her camera laced around her neck and her eyes narrowed into yours before quickly looking away and aiming her camera at the redhead on stage.

As the play came to an end Giá quickly ran up to the stage and handed her bouquet to the redhead, earning a kiss from her. You smiled fondly at the encounter.

“Thought that was your girlfriend,” a hoarse voice mutters from behind you, so close you could feel their breath on your neck which caused you to jump and turn around.

“Abby, my god,” you gasp, putting your hand to your chest, “What are you doing here? I thought you hated plays..”

Abby laughs and crosses her arms, her eyes roaming over your figure, “Well, uh, my dad wanted to see it.. you know how he is.”

You laugh, you know exactly how Mr. Anderson was.

“So.. looks like your friend is bus?” She nods over at Giá who has her arms wrapped around the redhead.

You groan, “She was my ride home too..”

Abby smiles, “Well, I parked my car nearby..”

You consider it for a bit, “Well—.”

And before you could answer, Ellie intrudes, “I can take her home.”

She pulls you away.

“What the fuck, Ellie,” you scoff and rip yourself from her grasp.

Ellie stares daggers into you, “What? I’m just trying to fucking help, I-I didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go with her, given that she’s your ex and all.”

“Well, that was my decision to make, wasn’t it?” you rasp out, “I don’t need you, Abby, or even fuckin’ spider-man to come to my rescue, got that?”

Ellie looks like you just killed her favourite horse, “I-I was just trying to help..”

You storm away, not getting far when you hear “I can still give you a ride home!”

You were unfortunately in no position to pass that offer up.. so that’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Ellie’s truck, the heater on blast and indie rock coming softly from the stereo.

The ride was silent and full of tension so thick that you could only cut it with a chainsaw.

“Here we are,” Ellie drums her fingers against the steering wheel.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.. the fucking ghosting, her acting like nothing ever happened between the two of you, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Ellie stops drumming, “W-What?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking asshole. You kiss me then act like nothing happened, then come back in and save the god damn day, and—,” you cut yourself off by letting out a soft sob.

“Y-y/n, I-I can explain!” she pleads.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ellie,” you shakily mutter as you unbuckle yourself and get out of the truck, Ellie does the same and pleads with you to hear her out all the way up to your apartment.

“Please,” she whispers one last time as you slam the door in front of her face.

You stand at the door for a few minutes longer, hall expecting her to bang on the door again.. when five minutes goes by, you slip out of your clothes and into your comfiest pj set, washing your face and turning on the heater as you finally settle in on your couch..

Knock, knock, knock!

“Ellie, I already said to fuck of—.”

“Who’s Ellie?”

Mother fucker.

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[a/n: sorry LMAO this is another filler chapter.. next chapter will feature more Ellie and maybe more of Spidey. Y/n will be attending a formal event and maybe, just maybe, Spidey will make an appearance….?]

tags: @elliecoochieeater @wavesgocrash @g3latin @elliesflowersblog @usuck @elliessweetheart @miss-chananandler-bong @lvlymicha @prettywhnyoucry @g0d-wont-let-me-die @errorlovernotfound99 @thatgiraffefromtlou

[6emo6zombie6]

RDR2 relationship/sexual headcanons -- F!reader

(Arthur, John, Dutch)

I've been seeing these a lot, and it would be fun to share my own. So, here you go! Warning for NSFW stuff though ;) I might make more of these in the future but I'm out of ideas for other characters at the moment.

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Arthur:

Absolute sweetheart, will do anything for you.

Can’t stand to see you crying. Usually, he’s reserved, but around you, he’ll coo softly and hold you in his arms.

“Shh… hey, I’m here. You’re safe.”

Always shares his food when he’s around you. And if there is no food, he’ll share his cigarettes.

He won’t admit it but loves it when you pick flowers for him. Usually, he keeps them in an empty whiskey bottle beside his bed.

Will ask you to help him pomade his hair, though you both know it’s because he likes getting scalp massages.

He’ll somehow always find a way to escort you.

“I’ll walk with you to your horse” “Need me to come with you?” “You sure you’re okay goin’ on your own?”

Not a fan of holding hands, though he’ll have his arm over your shoulders or around your waist most of the time.

Looooovessss hugging you from the back.  

Not opposed to you grabbing his ass once in a while.

Loves forehead kisses, whether it is receiving or giving them.

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Not rough in bed—rather thorough. He won’t break the bed or have it slamming against the wall, but he spends a while preparing you. Foreplay lasts an hour minimum until he decides you can take every inch of him.

Will overstimulate himself if it means you’ll cum.

Not loud, but he takes pride in hearing you moan his name.

If he doesn’t have the energy to have full-blown sex, he’ll sit you on his lap and finger you until you’re trembling.

Not the biggest fan of receiving head, since it makes talking practically impossible for you, and he hates silent sex.

Enjoys handjobs while making out, though usually he’ll only accept one if he’s drunk.

Constant compliments.

Lap sex??? To Arthur, there is nothing better than holding you close while you bounce on his cock.

John:

Not all too touchy, but he’ll stare at you like you’re an angel 24/7.

Likes it when you hug his side, especially if you're shorter than him so he can tuck you under his arm.

Will randomly polish your shoes or your saddle.

Never forgets to give you a kiss when he leaves camp.

Usually confused when you’re upset or angry, but he’ll try his best to talk you through it.

Very protective of you, especially around other men. He's constantly worried that you might get hurt.

Stubborn as a bull, though he means well. The two of you always seem to be making up for arguments.

Always the big spoon.

Never skips out on a night of drinking with you.

Lets you sit on his lap, though usually only when he’s tipsy.

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Obsessed with hearing you plead. He’ll make you beg for absolutely anything.

If you’ve misbehaved in any way, he’ll punish you with abstinence.

On the other hand, he praises you for everything you do right.

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl.” “atta girl…” “You’re doing so well.”

Always on top. Probably because his ego is a little fragile.

Likes to switch between quick sex and passionate sex every once in a while. One day he’ll be ramming into you for twenty minutes, while the other he’ll spend the same time just getting you undressed.

Dacryphiliac—he loves watching you cry for all the right reasons.

“You look so pretty like that, sweetheart.” “Look at you, such a mess for me.”

Only loud when you are.

Very courageous in bed, but he gets shy the next morning when the majority of the gang starts teasing him for the marks on his neck or the foul noises they heard coming from his tent.

Dutch:

(This one is for the girls with daddy issues, bear with me.)

Almost exclusively calls you pet names, never your actual name.

Stuff like “Sweetheart”, “sugar”, “My girl”,,, etc.

He’ll make sure everyone knows you’re his, usually introducing you as his girlfriend right away.

Likes picking out your clothes for you.

Tells you about the books he reads whenever he can.

The absolute master at calming you down. Whenever he sees that you’re upset, he’ll take you to his tent and sit you on his lap, then he’ll calmly talk things over with you until you’re calm again.

Yeah, loves having you on his lap.

Enjoys braiding your hair or pinning it into a bun.

Loves hugging you from behind when you’re doing your chores or talking with other gang members.

Will bathe you whenever he gets the chance.

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Rarely ever takes his clothes off, but forces you to be completely naked all the time. It adds an extra layer to the power dynamic that the two of you have In bed.

Bends you over his lap and spanks you whenever he feels you pay too little attention to him.

Also loves fingering you on his lap, though it’s more to tease than to make you cum.

Will go absolutely crazy if you sit on his lap and grin your ass into his bulge. It doesn’t even matter if anyone’s around because he’ll just excuse himself and drag you into his tent.

He wants everyone to know how good he makes you feel. If you’re not moaning his name or whining under his touch for everyone to hear, he’s not interested.

He expects you to follow every order that he gives you. You’re not getting his touch if you disobey.

You calling him “sir” makes him instantly grow hard.

Always leaving scratches and hickeys on you for other people to notice.

Enjoys lightly choking you when making out, just to show what could happen if you were to misbehave.

[maxlarens]

Carlos and 44 please<3

44) sitting on the other’s lap

Carlos stands over you, hands propped on his hips as he surveys the couch— entirely too crammed full with you and your friends. You’re squished into the corner, up against the arm of the couch and looking at him expectantly. The beginning of a movie that you’ve seen a million times is droning in the background amid chatter from your friends and loud bursts of laughter.

“Ohh,” Carlos says under his breath, mostly to himself, his top lip curling slightly, “There is nowhere for me to sit.”

You’re the only one who hears him, probably. Everyone else too engrossed in each other. You lock eyes with Carlos, raising an eyebrow just as he grimaces. A line of straight, white teeth gritting behind his lips. You breathe out through your nose, trying not to laugh lest you offend his sometimes fragile ego somehow. He scrunches his nose at you, catching the way you exhale anyway.

You pat your knees, “Sit here, you big baby.”

He makes a face— mouth snapping shut into a pursed line, eyes bugging for a split second. A giggle bubbles to the top of your throat but you tuck it away before it can escape.

“Eh, okay,” he shrugs, “If you say so.”

He turns around and drops the full weight of him onto your lap. The giggle skitters out of you, along with a sizeable ooft noise.

“Oh my god, Carlos,” you groan, squeezing his shoulder, “What have you been eating?”

He scoffs, offended, twisting to look back at you, “I– You– ohmygod. You are mean.”

A shit eating grin splits across your face, you shrug and say, “You know, I meant you should sit on the floor, Carlos. Not my lap.”

He makes a noise from deep his chest at you, “No, no— you did not. You touched your knees and said ‘sit here’. Do not lie.”

You giggle again, infinitely pleased by the stormy expression he’s currently sporting, then you shove at his back, “Get off, Carlos. You’re heavy.”