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the fact that, in the love and deepspace official server, players can give game feedback and people in the server can vote yes or no. and every single time someone recommends letting players choose their own pronouns it gets a massive landslide of downvotes. absolutely disgusting. like revolting behavior honestly.

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A Proper Name

Simon 'Ghost' Riley / fem!Reader

"If I stop being scared, will you leave, then?" That gave the monster pause, and he hummed in consideration.  "It depends. If your contentment and happiness taste as sweet as your fear, I might want to stay."

Content:   monster!AU, Reaper?Simon, horror elements, parallel worlds, feeding on fear, dark humor, dub-con at first since the reader is scared, possessive Simon, throat-grabbing, tension, open ending

Word Count:   3.1k

Part:    1 - Ghost - you are about to read 'A Proper Name'! 2 - Price - read 'A Sea Of Gold And Green' here! 3 - Soap - read 'A Debt Repaid' here!

Notes:   'Tis the damn season. I felt in the mood to write creepy monsters that are actually just doing their job: scaring humans to feed on their terror. This is my Halloween 'Monsters, Inc.' Special 🖤

Your apartment was dark, the wind rattling the closed blinds outside, only a small candle on the windowsill keeping you company. Heart pounding, your eyes flew over the pages of your book, the thrill of the chase and murder mystery so real. It felt as though the bad guys were after you. Like you were running, running, running out of time, turning page after page, eyes burning from the low light but unwilling to get up and do something about it. 

It was October, spooky season, and you had embraced it with arms wide open: watching horror documentaries that made your toes curl, planning a silly costume for the party your friends were throwing, reading crime stories. 

There was only one downside: the inherent paranoia that seemed to always accompany these topics. Knowing that horrendous crimes were committed every day. Realizing, that you could be next.

Shaking your head, you place a well-loved bookmark between the pages, only a few left now, and get up with a groan. Your kitchen is dark when you enter it, so you blindly grope around for a glass of water. Instead, you knock into the pan that you had used for dinner a couple of hours before, and it comes crashing down to the floor.

You let out a startled yelp at the sudden noise, forget to breathe for a moment as the clanging seems to reverberate around you. 

"Fucking shit," you curse, one hand in your sweatpants, already fishing out your phone to assess the mess on the floor. Bending over the copious amounts of red sauce splatters that have found their way onto the cabinet doors and tiles, you grab some tissues to scoop it all up, mourning the waste of food and energy you had put into making it when-

What was that? Your head swivels back up at the same time as your flashlight, pointing towards the door that leads into your bedroom. 

You could have sworn there was a soft creaking sound, like wood groaning under the weight of heavy footsteps, but your apartment is quiet. Another howl of the wind outside makes you shiver, and you hastily get back to cleaning the kitchen.

What a silly thought, you chastise yourself, shaking your head. All that reading has got me messed up.

But it still doesn't stop you from locking your front door. Or from imagining what it would be like if that possessed man from the book called out to you on the street, how you'd probably be too kind to ignore him, like the nuns that ultimately refused to take him in. How he had spread disease and fear in their hearts, before violently-

Okay, enough of that.

Shaking a little, and feeling very stupid about it, you decided to call it a night, to brush your teeth and comb your hair before going to bed. Right. No more horror stories right before sleeping.

Turning on the bathroom light, you can see the haunted look in your eyes, the self-inflicted fear. It's what you loved most about good fiction, how it was able to make you feel so strongly. Just- not when you were alone.

Somewhere, in a world far away but incredibly close to our own, a group of people stood still as statues, watching as rapid images of men, women, children, elders flashed by. 

Now, any casual observer might be forgiven for thinking that these were ordinary humans, watching a strange compilation of horrified faces and reactions that came without context and left just as quickly.

If one lingered for just a heartbeat longer however, one might find the scene and people most unusal. They came in the strangest shapes and sizes, most cloaked in long robes that concealed hooves, furry arms, forked tongues and spiky tails. Some hid slitted eyes and gills with a heavy hood, skin and scales gleaming in the wildest assortment of colors one could imagine.

And all of them wore the same hungry expression. Hunger for fear, hunger for the sustenance and flavour that terror left in their mouths. Dark eyes, glowing eyes, hollow spaces. All of them directed towards the ever changing faces, living rooms, bed rooms, abandoned train stations.

"That one," a grating voice interrupted the flow suddenly, and the person kneeling in front of the churning water tilted their head questioningly. 

Rodolfo flicked his hands in a reversed motion, and the face of a young man appeared again, clearly drunk and stumbling along a dark street, looking over his shoulder every few seconds.

"Step forward then," he said, voice bored. The cloaked figure came closer, took one big step into the water that was no water at all, and then disappeared. 

The group of observers watched him appear behind the man for a moment, saw the human take a double glance before running. They all tasted the sweetness of his fear, the adrenaline as it pumped through his veins, when the cloaked man inhaled it deeply from the other side of the veil.

"Next," Rodolfo sighed, content. More images flashed as his hands moved in complicated patterns again, and Ghost kept seeing the same pretty face over and over again for the next few minutes.

Reading a book, standing in a dark kitchen, flashlight shining through the darkness, big haunted eyes staring into a mirror. 

She looked sweet, way too innocent to be clumped together with the criminals that showed up most often on this side. The ones that were scared to get caught, the ones about to be murdered. 

Usually, normal, kind people only showed for a fraction of a second at best: When they had a little jumpscare in the movie theater, when a car narrowly missed them, when walking through a dark tunnel at night.

But this girl? Her imagination must have been running wild, her heartbeat spiking every few minutes, drawing their attention over and over. 

Come on, sweet thing, Ghost thought, watching the moving images, another glimpse of her clutching onto her blanket as she stared at the open doors of her wardrobe in the dark. Shut your eyes, turn around. Don't look. 

Naturally, she couldn't hear him. Didn't listen to him as her mind kept going over scary scenarios, almost tangible to the assembled figures. 

Graves shifted next to him, head lowered until only the twin flames burning beneath his hood were visible. He licked over his sharp teeth, greedy delight hidden behind the otherwise handsome face, and something inside of Ghost snapped.

He knew that Graves preffered to scare women, that he enjoyed toying with them. Even amongst the worst and most successful monsters, he had a reputation. More than once, these women had suffered beyond simple fear. He'd scarred them for life, some never able to sleep without the lights on or the company of a trusted person. But as the lap dog of Shepherd, there wasn't much they could do to stop him - not yet, anyway.

"I'll take her," Ghost said, voice barely above a rumble as he saw Graves open his mouth to call out. 

Several others whirled around towards him, gaping in disbelief. He hadn't crossed over to the other side in... well. Long enough that some of them hadn't even been born yet.

Rodolfo shrugged his shoulder, only interested in finishing his shift as he reversed his motions and landed on the pretty face again, now half hidden behind her blanket. Her eyes were drooping shut, but they could all feel the jackhammering of her heart.

"What do you want for her?" Graves hissed, holding Ghost back with one skeletal hand. 

The shadows that usually curled around Ghost like snakes on a hot stone shot out towards the other man, who was wise enough to withdraw before they could wrap themselves around his worthless skull and crush it to pieces. 

"She's mine," he said simply, not acknowledging anyone except for Soap as he stepped forward. 

His friend was lounging in a pool full of water so dark that it looked like tar. Sharp teeth and white eyes gleamed up at Ghost as he raked long talons over the smooth stone floor.

"Got yerself a wee lass?" He called out to him, cackling and unimpressed when Ghost's shadows started crawling towards him in irritation. 

Ghost just jerked his head at the spot where Graves was quietly fuming, and Soap followed his gaze. "Ah. Understood, boss."

Stepping into the swirling mass was easy, and Ghost didn't glance back towards the stunned faces as he left their world and entered the wardrobe of his unsuspecting victim.

There is nothing there, you told yourself over and over again. No noises. No axe murderer. 

Your eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, and you'd nodded off for a few minutes before but had jerked back away from the flashing images of the horror show you had watched yesterday. It mingled with the storyline from your book, with the fright you had earlier when knocking down that stupid pan. 

Rubbing your cold feet against one another underneath the blanket, you slung an arm over your eyes, feeling silly and childish. What grown woman managed to talk herself into such a-

A soft sound rang out in the quiet of your bedroom.

You were used to the way that your apartment tended to creak sometimes, or the sounds of your neighbours walking downstairs. This was different. Like an inhale, like lungs expanding greedily.

You froze for a moment, and it was enough. Something soft curled around your ankle, and the scream never left your mouth as you were yanked across the bed, the air knocked straight out of you. 

It was dark, only the trusty candle flickered weakly, and so it took you a moment to orient yourself, to take in the massive figure looming over you. The man, no thing, kept dragging you towards himself, but he wasn't moving and were those-

Shadows crept along your legs and hips as you finally found your voice, a short, shrill scream in the night. You hoped that someone would hear, that the granny from downstairs hadn't taken out her hearing aid, and who the fuck was thinking about that just as they were about to get murdered?

The light of the candle illuminated a mask made of bone, a dark coat that seemed to be filled entirely by shadows. You wanted to scream again, tried to thrash and wriggle free, but more shadowy tendrils wrapped themselves around your face and cheeks, one delicately resting against your throat. 

It was bizarre, terrible. The black appendages were soft, yet firm, slid over your skin as though wet but left no trace. Like a caress, instead of ropes cutting into your flesh.

"Little one," a dark voice cooed, and the face of bones leaned closer. Terrified, you bit into the shadows holding your mouth shut, hoping to inflict pain, but no reaction came. The man, thing, monster inhaled again. "I am not here to hurt you."

You felt tears of hysteria and terror crawl up your throat, and if you'd been able, you would have laughed. Or sobbed. Perhaps a mixture of both. 

Bottomless, black eyes stared at you from the holes of the mask. The monster cocked its head to one side in such a curious, human gesture, that you stopped your wild attempts to free yourself for a moment. 

The tears did come spilling out then, hot and salty as they ran down your cheeks and temple, and into your hair.

You were going to die. You were sure of it. Killed by a monster that had snuck out of your closet and-

The bones came closer still, until you pressed your eyes together in fear, unable to watch as it surely got ready to devour you. 

Instead, something warm and soft followed the trail of tears. Like a mouth.

The monster purred. It reverberated through your entire body, the tendrils seemingly buzzing with delight.

"That's enough of that now," the dark voice spoke directly into your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, and the cold air of the room suddenly seemed twice as chilling. 

Gently, you were lifted into strong arms, your mouth released. The candle on the windowsill stuttered out, plunging your room in complete darkness as the monster pulled you into him. He lowered himself onto your bed, and you wondered how the massive frame would fit, before all the pent-up fear burst out of you again.

A tiny hiss, then choked-off wail escaped you, high-pitched. You clawed at the cloak and shadows, tried to punch the bone mask, anything, anything at all.

But he pressed you down into the mattress with ease, like a cat might chastise her kitten with the swipe of a paw and pulled your face into his chest, curled around your trembling body.

"I said," he repeated, unimpressed. "It is enough."

"Fuck you," you wheezed out, still struggling, but he only huffed out an amused breath. 

"So fiery, who would have thought? Were you not scared over a book only an hour ago, sweetling?"

You went completely still, not even daring to breathe.

"I- I beg your pardon?"

"Your fear, it called to me," he explained, like that was the most obvious thing on Earth. "And I answered."

Right. Right. You had, without a doubt, lost your mind. 

"This isn't real," you stated, voice hoarse. "I'm dreaming."

"No, you're not," the voice said, as smooth and dark as the night that had wrapped itself around you.

"You're not real," you said more firmly, muscles stiff and throat working against the tears and screams that were still lodged somewhere right behind your gritted teeth. "I am dreaming. And when I wake up in the morning, you will be gone."

A huff of amusement ghosted along your cheek, warm. Long fingers carded through your hair and the monster curled itself more firmly into every available space that wasn't occupied by your body.

"If that is what you wish to believe, then go ahead."

The two of you remained quiet for long, drawn out minutes. It was torture, your logical brain and instincts screaming at each other. Your stomach was cramping painfully and you took big, heaving gulps of air in order not to throw up.

"If I stop being scared, will you leave, then?"

That gave the monster pause, and he hummed in consideration. 

"It depends. If your contentment and happiness taste as sweet as your fear, I might want to stay."

Ghost watched, amused, as the young woman groped around under her pillow and pulled out her phone. If she thought to take a picture of him, she'd be disappointed. Their kind never showed up on the little screens humans were so attached to. 

But she didn't. Instead, she typed something in, and Ghost observed her face, fascinated. The blue light made her features look washed out, but still lovely. He could feel her body warming up beneath him, chilly skin regaining some of the heat that she would need to sleep well. Humans were so fragile, so needy.

He found that he didn't mind that so much this time.

Her eyes found his, scared but determined. The mood shifts that this woman was going through were impressive, and Ghost purred in delight over his good choice. 

The fear that had oozed out of her had been enough to feed even his greedy soul, long starved from only getting the little scraps others sent back through the portal. 

He'd practically feasted on it, and now bathed in the heady cocktail of confusion, determination, more fear and exhaustion.

"What are you doing, little one?" He asked her, gentle, to not startle her again. Raising one shaky finger, she brushed along the bone fragments of his mask. Their faces had been drifting closer and closer, a monster ready to swallow the innocent princess. 

Her touch sent electricity through his entire being, and his eyes widened, shadows curling and undulating around her bed.

"You are not real," she whispered back, despite all the evidence that he was. "So I will watch some calming YouTube videos, and then go to bed."

Stunned, Ghost watched as she snuggled deeper into her pillow and his hold and then pressed play. It took a few minutes, and she had clicked on the next one already, scent sleepy and on edge - but then he readjusted his grip, until she fell back into him, face pressed against his chest once more and he could see the random woman on her phone screen, planting seeds into pots.

Ghost rested his chin on her head, gulping down the lungfuls of anxiety and fear that poured out of her, eating away all her worries. 

"What's your name?" She asked, voice high.

He considered her question for a while.

"I have been called many names," he answered eventually. "But my friends just call me Ghost."

"What a silly name," she snorted. "You look nothing like a ghost."

He bristled at that. None had ever dared to laugh at him before.

"But since you are my monster, and don't really exist, I will give you a proper name," she continued, rambling a little as she clicked on the next video of the same gardener woman. 

Ghost went very still, mouth opening already to keep her from saying anything more. To give one of them a name, to claim a monster for yourself and-

"Don't-" he started, trying to save what had been doomed the moment he tasted her tears on his tongue.

"Simon!" She said, tapping his bone mask again, eyes half-lidded. A tiny chuckle escaped her. "A kind name. Simon wouldn't come out of the wardrobe to eat my corpse, Simon would bring me chocolate and rub my back after a long day. Wouldn't you, Simon?" 

He stared back at her as she chuckled once more, then hugged him. She still clearly thought that this was some elaborate, strange, creepy dream. That she'd open her eyes in the morning and watch autumn leaves drift by her window, before getting ready to go to work - soon, she would forget all about him and this night. 

Simon. The way she'd said the name, so carelessly and sure at the same time. Simon.

Oh, little human, he thought in despair as he felt his entire being shift, focusing on her tiny frame. What have you done?

Part:    1 - Ghost - you just read 'A Proper Name'! 2 - Price - read 'A Sea Of Gold And Green' here! 3 - Soap - read 'A Debt Repaid' here! 4 - ?

Okay, I'm not gonna lie, I absolutely loved writing this. It was so much fun, especially the supernatural elements. Hopefully everybody is as excited for the rest of the Halloween Special as I am! Now that October is finally here, and all of you voted with such a resounding yes for this little series, I can't wait to explore more monsters and their personalities 🖤

We still have König, Price, Soap and Gaz - all of them need their own little human to adore and protect. Sigh.

My general COD writing masterlist with all my longer stories, a COD headcanons masterlist + the COD Halloween Monster Special. It‘s all linked separately in my pinned blog post for easy navigation as well!

Until next time. - A✨

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Once you see it you can't un see it

[hawksredfeather]

hi there, a big thank you to all those who helped!! thanks to yall i can literally afford to have a roof over my head for another month. i love yall very much. new content soon!

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hi, i'm really sorry for doing this and this is so embarrassing but here we are.

i'm a writer here on tumblr and i know i've been the most inactive person on earth on here. i'm very sorry. i've been going through a whole lot these past few months and working paycheck to paycheck, i havent been able to afford much at all. i've had to sell a bunch of my shit to even keep living under a roof. things have been tough.

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[hawksredfeather]

NEED FINANCIAL HELP FAST!

hi, i'm really sorry for doing this and this is so embarrassing but here we are.

i'm a writer here on tumblr and i know i've been the most inactive person on earth on here. i'm very sorry. i've been going through a whole lot these past few months and working paycheck to paycheck, i havent been able to afford much at all. i've had to sell a bunch of my shit to even keep living under a roof. things have been tough.

i need help now, and i am sorry for not providing anything in return but please consider donating. i'm in need of $50-$70 for tuesday for my next rent bill or i risk eviction and being on the streets.

here is my paypal for any soul kind enough to give me anything. anything helps, truly, i am so very grateful for anyone who helps out, even interacting and stuff helps

[hawksredfeather]

Keigo never really stopped to think about his size before he met you.

He's aware he's big. He has eyes. But it never really mattered much to him besides the typical "huh, nice." when glancing down that men try to pretend they don't do.

So when he first tugs his cock free and your eyes practically pop out of your head, a whisper of "Jesus Christ" escaping, his first instinct is to worry.

He's about to ask "wait, is something wrong?" before he realizes it's not fear, but admiration he sees in those eyes that are laser-focused and transfixed between his legs.

Well. Maybe a little bit of fear. But it's a good kind.

It doesn't take him long at all to develop an ego.

By the third time he has you sobbing on his thick cock, insides stretched to the brim while his thighs grind against your ass, those sweet little words he coos carry an unshakeable confidence.

Words like, "you can take it baby, c'mon, it's okay. Shh, it's alright, so good f'me. Take me inside, baby. I'll make it fit. You've done it before, yeah? So proud of you, you take big cock so good."

Before long, he's faking obnoxious yawns next you on the couch— an excuse to place his arms behind the seat and spread his legs apart, enticing your predictable stare. He couldn't hold back that knowing grin if he tried. His boisterous laugh in response to your accusation of "stop being a slut, Kei'" only ceases once it's cut off by a moan, your knees thudding against the floor to properly kiss his prominent bulge through the clothes.

By the tenth time, he praises himself nearly as much as you.

"You love taking this fat fuckin' cock, don't you? Love being split open on my dick, yeah? Only mine? Shit— yeah, you do. Don't even care that it's stretching your guts, do you? Nah, you love it, you fuckin' love it. 'S that why you're screaming so loud, baby? Sound so pretty when you do. Get your head out the pillow, wanna hear you. Wanna hear that pretty voice scream my name when I take you."

"Mine," he snarls. "All fuckin' mine."

Once the post-nut clarity hits, he promises he'll go back to normal: wings drooping in apology like a kicked puppy as he thumbs away your thick tears of pleasure.

"Ah... Sorry, baby. Wasn't too rough, was I? You did so good. You sore? Want me to run a bath?"

All you're capable of providing is a shaky thumbs up.

[hawksredfeather]

[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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Hawks | 001 - I'm A Ghost And You Know This

▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST

▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Based on Heartbeat by Childish Gambino

▸▸▸ DETAILS : Angst, toxic relationship between you and Hawks, quirkless!reader.

▸▸▸ WARNINGS : Angst

▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: dont forget to like >:>>

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Keigo's surprised when he sees your name appear on his phone screen. You've rarely called him in months after you got with your new boyfriend - whom Keigo wasn't quite fond of - much less in the middle of the night. After a quick second of consideration, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he said, his voice worn out from the hero work.

"He fucking cheated on me," you say from the other side of the phone. Keigo can hear you softly sob. "He cheated on me," you repeated.

Keigo paused for a second. He didn't immediately comfort you, because he knew what this meant. He knew this meant you'd be his again, at least for a night or two as he hears you moan his name over and over again, never getting sick of that sweet tone in your voice competing with the buzz of his phone as his 'girlfriend' tries calling the hero, not getting news for hours at a time.

A smirk crawled up on his face before he reels himself back into reality. That asshole was never good enough for you anyway, he thought to himself. If Keigo had been to indulge in his own thoughts, telling you everything that rested in his mind, he would've told you how he told you so, that something was off with him since the start, that he saw this coming. But that would've been insensitive. Keigo might kill from time to time, but he's no monster, especially not when it came to your feelings.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he plainly said, coating his voice with a simple empathetic tone. He knew that wasn't going to cut it for you, but he also knew you knew a part of him was not sorry at all.

"You know why I called you, Kei."

"I do know why you called, (Y/n)."

"Come over."

"You gave your boyfriend my key, don't you remember?" Keigo raises an eyebrow at your words. He knew he'd always be your favourite, but he hadn't forgotten how you prefer others over him.

You sighed on the other end, loud enough for Keigo to hear. "He's not my real boyfriend. Like, it's just casual."

"Right. So then why do you care that he cheated on you?"

"Fuck you, Keigo," you said and raised your thumb to end the call before you heard him chuckle. A chuckle with a mix of defiance, confidence, and annoyance.

He was annoyed that you even gave the fucking loser the benefit of the doubt. It had always been clear to Keigo since he saw pictures of you with your new so-called 'boyfriend' - a title which you were now curiously retrieving - that the man could not even compare to him.

"I'll be there in five, sweetheart. Don't let those pretty tears mess up your makeup too much, leave some for me to ruin," he pouted before hanging up.

Keigo grabbed his jacket and headed straight out the window. Who has time to drive when those pretty wings can come in handy? He soared in between the buildings, crimson feathers falling down as he lost his train of thought in the memory of you gripping his back, moaning his name, tugging at his hair. His dearest moments of your mental breakdowns.

His ego inflated when he found the sliding door of your balcony unlocked. Keigo smirked to himself. Somewhy, you having his main entrance open every time he comes over makes his confidence spike.

It made him forget you were never actually his and he was never actually yours, just stress release for each other.

"Sweetheart?" Keigo softly called out into your apartment. It was dark, only a lamp illuminating the living room, light bouncing off of the TV. He saw you huddled up against your favourite blanket, a weighted one he bought you after you raved about how comfortable the one at his place was.

You were not in tears, simply staring at the ground. Now that Keigo was here, the remanence of not one, but two failed relationships floated through the air.

You looked up at him when you heard his voice, staring at what you once wished was yours. It was hard to look at him without tears brimming your eyes, nostrils flaring trying to chase them away to appear invulnerable.

Even after everything he's seen you through, you still like to put on a big girl act.

"Hey," he said softly, approaching you as he took his jacket off. You went to hide your face in your hands, feeling a sob in your throat, but Keigo grabbed your wrists and placed kisses on your knuckles. "I'm here, it's okay."

You weren't even sure why you were sad. it's not like you liked the guy that much or planned to have him longer than you needed as a distraction.

"Am I not good enough to keep?" you hiccup.

"Of course you are. He's just fucking stupid."

Keigo pulled you towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you gently, his hands now holding your face. God, he had missed this. All those nights with his girl and all he could ever think about was this. Was you.

And yet you continued to say you were just best friends. Yeah right, as if best friends crave each other like that.

"He's barely a fucking man. Let me show you how a real one can make you feel, hm, princess?"

You didn't care that you were a hypocrite for all the times you had Keigo sneak into your apartment every time you and your boyfriend were having a fight, or when him and his girl were on a break. At the end of the day, the only thing hurt was your ego, your insecurities always one step behind ready to snatch you from behind.

Keigo solved all of them, shaded you from everyone's eyes, making you feel like the most perfect person on God's green earth.

But you didn't work. No matter how hard you both tried.

What did work was taking that frustration out on each other.

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simon riley corruption kink grrggrgr.

simon holding himself back with a virgin or inexperienced partner. forcing his kisses to be chaste, forcing himself not to bully his tongue into their mouth, to cradle the back of their head with his huge fist.

he wakes up with tight, painful balls every time they fall asleep cuddling and has to hide himself away to jerk off before they wake up. he can’t imagine asking them for help, they’re not ready yet, he has to be slow, let them come to it on their own terms. simon whose balls are so fat and fucking heavy when he finally gets his hands on them, when they finally let him take what he wants, he’s sure he’ll cum the moment the tip is in. “gonna be your first and your last, sweetheart,” he says, voice rumbling like thunder. “it’ll fit. i’ll mold you to the shape of my cock.”

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Sadist!Hawks Headcanons

▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST

▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Having sex with Hawks, but he's a sadist asshole

▸▸▸ DETAILS : fem!reader, degradation, sadist!hawks, masochist!reader

▸▸▸ WARNINGS : ROUGH smut

▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: requests open

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─ ✧ Sadist!Hawks who takes pleasure in hurting you physically and degrading you to your heart's content. He gets to save people all the time, why wouldn't the hero be allowed to hurt someone?

─ ✧ Likes to restrain you with anything he can find, and doesn't care if it's uncomfortable or too tight.

─ ✧ Mocks you during intercourse, imitates your moans and whines only to laugh in your face.

─ ✧ "You sound so fucking stupid," he chuckles demeaningly, "shut the fuck up." Knowing he can't get enough of them.

─ ✧ Actually slaps you. Whether it's your face, your tiny little pussy, or your ass, he loves to lay his hands on you until you cry, but never beg him to stop.

─ ✧ LOVES to embarrass you by either making you degrade yourself with words or actions, only for him to say "Oh my god you actually did it?! I was joking!" while laughing.

─ ✧ Will never admit that he likes what you did anyway.

─ ✧ Bites. Your neck, your thighs, your soft breasts, or even your clit.

─ ✧ Even though he's more likely to pick hurting you during sex, Hawks adores overstimulating you until you can't feel your own orgasm anymore, everything in pain from the tension.

─ ✧ "What happened to you begging for my cock, slut, hm? Ya don't like it no more?"

─ ✧ Picked the safe word "eagle" but has never heard or used it once having sex with you.

─ ✧ Fantasizes about holding you down on his cock until you're on the brink of passing out during the day.

─ ✧ "C'mon baby. Stop fucking whining and take it like the good girl you are."

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springtime

Keigo Takami || nsfw

You love spring. 

The soothing light rain showers, the pretty blooming flowers, the colorful aesthetic that goes around the city, the chirping songbirds. 

Hearing the birds sing was probably your favorite thing about spring. Especially a particular little birdy. 

“O-oh, fuck, baby— yeah, gods, yes- keep going, please, need it s’bad…” 

Hearing Keigo pant and whine and whimper and give you those high-pitched moans sent your head reeling every. single. spring. 

And maybe you shouldn’t tease the poor avian, but twisting your hand around the reddened tip of his cock became so addicting; the choked sound he gave every time you did it made a fire ignite in your belly. 

“Keep going? Like this, Kei?” you start jerking him off properly now, quickening the pace and leaning down to dig your tongue into the slit, moaning quietly at the taste of his precum. 

It makes him yelp and arch his back. “Yes! Fuck, yes, like that, needa cum- I need t’ cum so fucking bad!” 

His tanned skin is glistening with sweat, chest heaving and eyes peered open just slightly, all so he could watch you work at his cock; a familiar sensation starts to slowly crawl up his legs and throughout his stomach, making him cry out and grip at the sheets tightly—

“Gonna cum-!” 

The only sound in the room is his harsh breathing, golden eyes widening when you pull your hand away at the last second, high fading away painfully quick. 

A low growl escapes him and suddenly you’re slammed down flat on your back, thighs locked against your chest in a mating press before Keigo pretty much rips apart your bottoms and grinds his cock against your entrance. 

“Tease me every. fucking. time. ‘M begging for you and all you do is tease— just gonna take what I want, baby, gonna fucking take it and so will you-“

The stretch of him shoving his entire cock inside you to the hilt all at once sends you gasping for air, but you can’t really complain when he’s whining and growling in your ear, telling you how good and warm you feel and how he can’t wait to stuff you full of his cum and how he won’t stop until you both pass out. 

Yeah— You love spring. 

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✧･ﾟ 　Hawks/Keigo Takami Masterlist　･ﾟ✧

Series

▸▸ I'm A Ghost And You Know This | 001

One Shots

▸▸ Mentor!Hawks Headcanons ▸▸ The Blood On My Hands ▸▸ Sadist!Hawks Headcanons

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Hawks | The Blood On My Hands

▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST

▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Hawks forgot to save everyone else but you, officially getting written up by HR and yourself.

▸▸▸ DETAILS : Angst, fem!reader, quirkless!reader, Hawks is your boyfriend, argument frfr, fluff and praise if you squint

▸▸▸ WARNINGS : Smut

▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: dont forget to like >:>>

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"Y/n, come on, look at me. I said look at me," Keigo says firmly. "You don't understand what this job is. Sometimes you have to make these choices."

You glare at him with glossed-over eyes across the shiny kitchen counter.

"There were people, Keigo. You could've saved so many people, and you chose to save me. You made that decision on your own without asking. You're supposed to save as many people as you can." Your voice is quiet compared to his. None of you want this argument to transform into a fight, having both been through a lot in the past twelve hours.

The tiny cuts on your hand from holding onto a worn-out piece of wood for at least fifteen minutes earlier started to prick as you absent-mindedly poked at them.

"I don't expect you to understand."

"You're right, I don't."

"Right, no, you don't. You don't fucking know what it's like. I don't give a shit if you don't understand, you have no right to be mad at me for saving you. You not having a quirk in this society makes you entirely defenceless. What the fuck did you want me to do, huh?!" Keigo's voice picked up in volume and anger, shouting at you in desperation for a hint of comprehension. "Just stay back and watch you die?!"

You looked away. "No, don't fucking look away from me, look at me." Keigo had a big thing for communication and eye contact, always searching for your gaze to understand your feelings. For you to understand his. "Would you have really preferred for me to let you die in front of me?"

"It's not about me Kei... It's about everyone else. They also deserved to be saved."

"You don't think I already have blood on my hands? I know you don't think it's fair. I know that." The hero's calloused hands grasped the edge of the counter, sighing. "I can't do my job if you're not safe," he continues. "There's nothing in this world worth saving if you're not here with me, (Y/n). Literally nothing. I do this job because I want to keep people safe ― which includes you by the way ― but also one day, truly live in a society where heroes actually have too much time on their hands, like the people say. So I can spend time with you, and be an active part of our life together instead of coming home at three in the morning while you're already asleep. Or having to plan a month in advance for a single date because of all the paperwork I have to fill out just to take the night off."

His voice picks up again. "Fucking look around, (Y/n)! Everything I fucking do is for you! This place? For you. My job? For you. I intend to keep you safe until my dying breath. Until someone takes a spear to my heart. I don't give a fuck if you don't approve of how I do it."

Keigo's large wings, extending outwards in a threatening way, showed the extent of the hero's feelings. A sincerity you can't fake, a vow you can't disprove. He looked like an angel from the other side of the counter, an angel with red wings and worn-out eyes, courtesy of the duty he felt he had to fulfill.

The hero lowered his head once again, his wings faltering. "I just... I can't lose you (Y/n). You're all I have left."

He knew you didn't mind him crying around you, but he always wanted to seem stronger than that. He had weaknesses but never owned up to them. This time, it was different. "I would repeat what I did a thousand times over if it meant us having this argument right now... if it meant you were sitting at the other end of the counter, safe and strong enough to talk back to me." Keigo looked up, tears brimming his eyes. His voice was shaky and uneven, finding cracks to seep through every now and then.

You frowned. You felt bad as Keigo described you as "all he had left". Although you didn't want him to extend favouritism towards you, you knew he wasn't capable of it. He would choose you over any group of people. Over Japan.

Over the entire world, if it came down to it.

And here you were, as he felt you were rejecting everything he's ever offered and will ever offer. He felt you were rejecting him.

"You have to understand," Keigo walked around the counter towards you. "You have to understand you're the reason the world even has Hawks. You're the reason they still have..." he inhaled a sharp breath, "...Keigo Takami. Without you, there's none of that hero shit. I'm yours first, hero second," he said like a guilty child. He was vulnerable.

You extended your hands to meet his stubbly face, chasing away his tears with your thumbs. You didn't mind seeing him cry, but that didn't mean you liked it either.

There was so much guilt, so much self-resentment, distress and loneliness inside of Keigo. You made him feel human and alive like he no longer had to be a shell of himself to exist around others. He was aware he was dropping that responsibility onto you, and that it wasn't fair to keep pushing you to accept him and all his baggage, but he knew that you would, selfishly hoping that you would never change your mind.

"Kei..." you spoke softly and sighed. "I just want you to do the right thing."

"I will," he says, knowing you both knew it was a lie. He would continue to pick you over everything if he was given the choice.

Keigo kissed you. Not just a quick peck to settle the argument, no; he kissed you until he couldn't breathe. He was yearning to capture the tiniest bit of your love for him, of your affection, just to satiate his sick mind.

You kissed back, but it wasn't enough for the greedy hero. Keigo grew needier, moving his hands from your face to your torso, caressing your breasts as best as he could through the fabric of your shirt and your bra. He needed you. He needed you to be all over him, a mess, so he could forget his mistakes and feel good.

You started to slowly give in, pushing your bodies together until Keigo was between your thighs. His feathers rustled together feeling the contact from his clothed dick to your crotch as he grinded on you gently. The attention he was giving you was priceless, and you felt adoration from every touch of his fingertips.

"I need you baby, come on, give it to me," he muttered against your lips, trailing them from your mouth to your neck. He wanted you to want it as much as he did before he did anything. Keigo was a gentleman after all.

He elicits gentle moans from you as he sucks on your neck, having slipped one hand under your bra to play with your breast as the other one rested on your thigh, holding you in place while he rocked his lower body against yours. "Please," he pleads once more.

"Kei, come on, you're teasing," you whined as his index came in contact with your nipple. He smirked. Your tone, your now needy body, your flushed face, your words... could raise his ego to the heavens way more than his hero status. Every time. Without fail.

Keigo picked you up from your waist placing you on the table. "You want it babybird? Hm? You want me fucking pounding your little cunt until you can't form a sentence? Is that what you want?" Even though his dirty talk was engulfed in lust, it was simply to rile you up, to make you as desperate for him as he wanted. In reality, his words were dripping in love, a different tone than when you're casually having sex.

"Answer me, hm? Tell me, love, is that what you want? Is that what your pussy needs from me, baby?" he continues, holding your jaw tightly to force you to look at him. Just like in arguments, he's very strong on eye contact.

"Yes, please, Kei, you're making me wait."

Keigo chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know... I know baby," he said as he felt a wave of sadness take over him. He removed your top first, following with your bra as you pawed at his shirt, silently asking for him to take it off which he did. He knew skin-to-skin was important to you. Keigo followed with your bottoms and the last remaining piece of your underwear before discarding the rest of his own clothing, all while keeping his mouth on yours. He was mixing up sadness and desperation in his mind, as well as relief, pain, love, and care.

How dare he call himself a man. How dare he call himself a hero.

Holding back his tears, he kept your legs open around him and his hands firmly placed on your hips to stop you from wriggling, entering you with full intent. You could sense something was wrong judging by his emotionally pained expression and by his sudden change of tone and pace. Keigo needed this, truly, but felt he would break down any minute now.

"Baby," you spoke up, but he just shook his head.

"No. Shut up, I'm fine, just let me have this, please," his voice cracked. He was not fine. But he wanted this.

Keigo began to rock his body against yours, jaw locking at the pleasure. His sadness transformed into anger, not towards you, but towards himself. His hips snapped against yours, pathetic moans and whines escaping your mouth with every one of his movements.

He felt okay shortly after for the first time in the night. He was in his own personal heaven, there, right between your legs, making you feel good, making you writhe under his touch. He could die happy knowing he could make you feel this good.

You clawed at Keigo's back, right under his wings so as to not hurt the more delicate feathers of them. He was in too much bliss to talk and knew you were too. The way the head of his cock hit your cervix just right, and your spongy walls throbbed against his length drove him insane. A throbbing, shaky, moaning mess under him, and the sight alone could make him cum anytime.

Keigo reached a hand down to play with your clit, making slow circles around it. He didn't want to overstimulate you, just bring you close to his orgasm.

"You gonna cum baby? Y-You gonna cum all over my cock? God, you feel so fucking heavenly," he whined and moaned. He was twitching inside you and was waiting for you to be close to release.

"Mh- K-Keigo- I-"

He smirked and shushed you gently, his mouth next to your ear with his body slumped over. "C-Cum for me princess, my pretty baby."

Keigo's thrusts became irregular as he felt you tighten around him and the slick from your orgasm drip down in between his thighs, the feeling making him cum as deep as he could, holding you close with his arms. He mumbled through his high.

"'Gonna protect you. 'M gonna offer you the world babybird. I'll make it worth it. I'll make it worth it..."

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Mentor!Hawks Headcanons

▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST

▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Headcanons of Hawks as your mentor as you start as a pro hero at his agency.

▸▸▸ DETAILS : Mentor!Hawks, Hero!Reader, a tad bit of Creep!Hawks but not too much, some degradation if you squint, everyone's an adult here

▸▸▸ WARNINGS : Smut, Hawks is a horny bastard

▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: sorry i went MIA for... so long.

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─ ✧ Mentor!Hawks that likes you as soon as he sees you filling paperwork at the office. No need to talk, he's already made up his mind.

─ ✧ He cheated his way into the system to patrol with you as many times a week as he can.

─ ✧ Just being alone on rooftops with you made the blood rush straight through his dick.

─ ✧ Can't be serious to save his life. Flirty and touchy at any occasion, and uses the fact that you can't fly like him as an excuse to have you close to him while he brings the both of you in the air.

─ ✧ In battle or sometimes in training, he'll take advantage of your suit being as tight as a hero's is to take a good look at it. Looking at you gets him going like a madman, you'd think he hasn't seen a woman in years.

─ ✧ He purposely made his pants one size bigger to hide when het gets hard around you.

─ ✧ The groans you make when you're training also turn him on.

─ ✧ "What do you say we take this back to my place over some champagne?"

─ ✧ Protecting you first in battle no matter what or who else he's supposed to be protecting, to the point where other heroes and you have gotten annoyed at him.

─ ✧ "I know you can defend yourself, it'd just be a shame for something to happen to that pretty little face of yours, don't you think?

─ ✧ Over time, you start dating. He never asked you out, he's way too proud for that, but he treats you like his princess.

─ ✧ Unless we're talking about him forcing his cock further down your throat when you're both bored on patrol.

─ ✧ "Treat her like a princess, fuck her like a whore, isn't that right, babybird?"

─ ✧ Purposely lets you show off when you're fighting to be able to say "That's my girl" to male heroes around the area.

─ ✧ Gives you feathers to fight with. For protection of course and definitely not because he sees it as some form of ownership.

─ ✧ Loves teaching you fighting techniques and seeing you use them.

─ ✧ Goes all soft seeing you carry children out of dangerous situations.

─ ✧ "What's wrong sweetheart? Suddenly don't like being under me?" when he has you pinned against the floor during training.

─ ✧ By the way, he takes training as his personal play-fighting session and rarely lets you win.

─ ✧ "Maybe someday, you'll surpass the master," pointing to himself.

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About me

─ ✧ they/them ─ ✧ pansexual ─ ✧ a writer 😩 ─ ✧ literal slut for keigo takami

Fics/Oneshots

─ ✧ migrated from "fivescoffeeecup" to here because sh/d/wb/nned LMAO ─ ✧ im okay with writing smut ― Fandoms ― My Hero Academia; Stranger Things; Euphoria; Heartbreak High; suggest and you might get it, commissions open

Prompt List | Hawks/Keigo Takami Masterlist

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✧･ﾟ 　Prompt List　･ﾟ✧

Open to suggestions!

Smut list - 01 - "I'm gonna put that mouth of yours to good use." - 02 - "Keep your hands away or I'll fucking tie them behind your back." - 03 - "So good for me... look how much you came." - 04 - "Please, cum inside me, I wanna be filled." - 04 ½ - "Let me come in you, please. I wanna fill you up." - 05 - "You wanted this. You can take it." - 06 - "Keep your eyes on me." - 07 - "Swallow." - 08 - "Open your mouth for me." - 09 - "Look at the mess you're making." - 10 - "Suck on it. Come on." - 11 - "Such a good little pup, aren't you?" - 12 - "You'll get to cum when I decide it." - 13 - "Let me mark you. Show everyone who you belong to." - 14 - "I-It's too much-" "You're doing so good for me." - 15 - "Look at yourself, all fucked out. Pathetic." - 16 - "Look at what you do to me." - 17 - "I'll take you just like I deserve." - 17 ½ - "Please take me. Take all of me." - 18 - "No one could make you feel as good as I do." - 19 - "You talk too much. We need to put that mouth to use for something better." - 20 - "Beg for it." - 21 - "What, your [partner]? No, they don't need to know about this. You can keep a secret, can't you?" - 22 - "I bet I don't even have to touch you to have you cum." - 23 - "Is that gonna fit?" "I'll make it fit." - 24 - "Use your words, sweetheart." - 25 - "Doesn't that feel so good, baby?" - 26 - "I'll make you forget all about him/her/them." - 27 - "This cock ain't going to suck itself." - 28 - "This is why I get off to you every night by myself." - 29 - "Looks like someone missed me." - 30 - "Hurry your ass up and sit on my fucking face." - 31 - 'Keep your eyes on me." - 32 - "Is this what you wanted, angel?" - 33 - "What's the matter? Can't form a sentence?" - 34 - "Use your words." - 35 - "Don't stop even if I beg you to." - 36 - "You have no idea how much I think of this." - 37 - "You've never looked prettier than with my cum on your face." - 38 - "Look at you... you think you're in control." - 39 - "So desperate for me. Sad." - 40 - "Get on your knees before I force you down myself."

Fluff list - 01 - "I'm not leaving you. Ever." - 02 - "We're not just dating, we're married." - 03 - "Just breathe with me, okay?" "Okay." - 04 - "Can I kiss you?" - 05 - "Five more minutes please, I don't wanna leave you." - 06 - "I realized why I couldn't stand you; I can't stop loving you and it's making me crazy." - 07 - "Get some rest, you work too hard." - 08 - "You deserve the world." - 09 - "Your hair is soft." - 10 - "You're safe here with me." - 11 - "It's you. It's always going to be you." - 12 - "You're not like them. You're better, you always have been and you always will be." - 13 - "Marry me." - 14 - "How about we face it together?" - 15 - "Whatever happens; I'll be here." - 16 - "Why?" "Because I love you." - 17 - "I just don't want you getting hurt." - 18 - "I have something to do!" "Blow them off and stay here with me all day." - 19 - "Oh, so you're jealous?" "I'm not jealous!" - 20 - "Oh, so you're jealous?" "Yeah, obviously." - 21 - "Dance with me?" - 22 - "You're my home." - 23 - "When I'm with you, everything else goes away." - 24 - "You made me not afraid of love." - 25 - "Thank you." "For what?" "Just thank you." - 26 - "I just need to know that you're safe." - 27 - "I can't stay away from you, I tried but I can't." - 28 - "Wanna get drunk together?" - 29 - "Is this a date?" - 30 - "Are those my clothes?" - 31 - "You're the reason I keep going." - 32 - "They don't deserve you." - 33 - "You're worth the wait." - 34 - "It's us against the world." - 35 - "Eyes up here, idiot." - 36 - "I'm yours. I'll always be yours." - 37 - "Time will take care of it." - 38 - "Are you hurt?!" - 39 - "We'll fix things. We always do." - 40 - "One more kiss."

Angst list - 01 - "I'm sorry. I'll never be good enough for you." - 02 - "You deserve to be taken care of in a way I could never." - 03 - "What changed?" "I don't feel the same way I did anymore." - 04 - "I don't feel the same way for you as you do for me." - 05 - "I cheated on you." - 06 - "I think this ― us ― was a mistake." - 07 - "It's just a one-time thing." - 08 - "Please don't go." - 09 - "I'm too scared to die, not yet, please." - 10 - "I love you, and that's why I'm letting you go." - 11 - "Oh my god.. You love somebody else." - 12 - "It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I love you." - 13 - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't." - 14 - "Leave." - 15 - "I can't forgive you." - 16 - "Don't make me choose." - 16 ½ - "I'll pick them every time. And I can't have you hate me for it." - 17 - "I don't have a choice." - 18 - "Why does this sound like goodbye?" "Because it is." - 19 - "You said forever." - 20 - "How long have you been lying to me?" - 21 - "Did you ever love me?" - 22 - "Do you feel loved by me?" - 23 - "Why do you keep me a secret? Why are we hiding?" - 23 ½ - "Are you embarrassed of me?" - 24 - "One last time. Please." - 25 - "Are you afraid of me?" - 26 - "You know we can't keep doing this." "Doing what?" "Running away from the issue." - 27 - "Was I not enough for you?" - 28 - "You don't remember me?" - 29 - "You don't get to call me that anymore." - 30 - "It wasn't supposed to end like this." - 31 - "Is that all I mean to you?" - 32 - "So what you're saying is, I'm not worth it?" - 33 - "Will it ever stop hurting?" "No. You just gotta make room for it." - 34 - "It's better this way." - 35 - "I get it. You can leave. It's what they all do anyway." - 36 - "You're just like the others." - 37 - "You don't mean that." "I do." - 38 - "But why would you do it to me?" - 39 - "So this is the end?" - 40 - "After everything, this is all you can come up with?"