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Caleb

(Mdni)

Caleb yearns. A colonel should be of a stoic demeanor, instead he was huffing your name on his couch, his tie hanging on the hand rest, his hand resting on the lace wrapped around his cock. He could never miss out on your freshly used laundry, but this wasn't fresh. You keep losing your lingerie and he keeps telling you there's an open drain in your bathroom. The fabric rubbed around his shaft and he shuddered. Eyes squinted shut he needed you all over him, your soft hands around his dick, he would do anything for you. Tie him down, make him your dog, boytoy, he needs you to need his dick. Ride him till he can't make single thought work, murmuring gibberish, “Tha-han….y-” while you milk him dry. Or pull on his leash while he pounds you, his arms tied together over your head holding him up behind you. 

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Sylus!Headcanons

Sylus has told no one about you or ever will. It's a basic safety measure, but he feels euphoric knowing you are under his wings.

He doesn't stalk you. He does, but he doesn't count it as stalking, rather he feels like he keeps you safe since he sees there's always someone watching you.

Sylus is well aware Caleb stalks you, but he doesn't know who. He never breaks it you though, since he wants to get to the bottom of it himself. 

Sylus either has a very exquisite taste in food or he eats for nutrients and closely tracks his diet.

Sylus doesn't trust you. Not even a bit. He feels flustered by you often, which he cannot explain, but he feels you are a traitor.

Sylus is not a fan of pleasing himself, nor does he often get laid. His work keeps him busy and he believes lust will be the end of him. 

Sylus’ love is more than just lust. He doesn't want to be too controlling to drive you away or too vulnerable to dog him around. But he often desires to lose himself.

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Rafayel (angsty)

Rafayel seeps of deep contempt of your presence. His mind ablaze near your warm skin, it suffocates him. Hazy, he can't think, his temples burn of yearning, his palms wet longing to touch you. But he hates you, your existence is a mere blink of an eye in his eternal agony. A soothing chapter in his never ending book. You are insignificant, a bland toy to his godness, a pathetic god at your mercy. He fancied the smell of paint, the paint smelled of you bare in on his chest. The paint never smelled of you awake, you were always asleep, held by his desperate arms, digging in to rupture inside your warmth. Ultramarine dripping down his waist, if the god could wish, he would wish for you. But for now, your presence pinned his spine to sorrow, he could only ever hold you in his dreams.

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Lucifer

Amidst enormous piles of paperwork at almost midnight, tired Lucifer finds it hard to keep his thoughts on leash. Too tired to control, his mind runs instances of meeting you throughout the day. Every single meeting, what you were wearing, sluggish his inner monologue wanders him to the peculiar way you wear your eyeliner, or the way you cross your hands around your chest, stretching the fabric around the elbows. He feels your absence on his flesh burning, and he never realised he wanted you and still doesn't. “Might be the fatigue,” he sighs, rubbing his lap, slowly drifting off to slumber. And before his heavy eyes lids shut the lights down, he catches a glimpse of you, on top of him, gently caressing him to sleep.

(Not enough tags, too many lucifers 😭)

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Caleb finds you fancy him in his uniform so now he is slipping in and out of you sloppy while you hold his service cap in place. He mumbles gibberish, “Pip–k…I cant..thin–straight,” all pussy drunk from how wet you are while you whimper praises(Caleb has a big praise kink it's so obvious). His uniform tightens around his body, limiting mobility so he is muttering nonsense in frustration while struggling to keep pounding, digging his fingers in your flesh, hyperventilating fucking you rashly. And all while mumbling apologies, sobbing, “I'm..ngh I cant..sorry..,” and it all makes your walls tighten around his dick. 

Later, Caleb locks you in his arms, without a word, his head buried in your neck.

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I haven't been able to post for a while cuz i m sick, but dw i soon will, i m very desperate for validation.

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Sylus yearns. He needs you all over him under his tight composure. Sylus savors the idea of letting your petite body take control, clumsy hands, stumbly movements. He enjoys watching you channel so much focus for just unbuttoning his shirt and guides you acutely. He wants you to be bossy on top of him, pulling the leash on him to your amusement. He is aware he holds more power, but it's with you that he wants to feel vulnerable, weak, and at peace. He wants to be shutted up when he mansplains you on how to ride his cock, stuffing your lingerie in his mouth. He desires to feel helpless, tied down when you bounce on him, even tho his hands are free, around your waist holding you in place. And when you are all beat after using him(as he prefers to phrase it), he wants to cradle you close, wash you up, look after you for any discomfort. "Done using me?" mumbles quietly hanging a smirk on his lips, panting heavily holding you from collapsing. He doesn't care if he cums, his eyes chase your face, desperate to find you content, dizzy from all pleasure he keeps pushing in you.

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Hypersexual!Ghost who flinches at unsolicited touches but wants to rest his head on your chest while you jerk him off, whimpering apologies,”no–sorry lov–eh..can ya–please..mhm,” and his hips spasm frantically.

Hypersexual!Ghost who struggles to cum and gets tired on the way. He needs to be milked for a quarter to an hour, and the sweet release leaves his body shuddering, his calloused fingers clutching tightly on the sheets, while his other hand tries not to hurt you.

Hypersexual!Ghost, who thinks he shouldn't touch you for it, ruins your serenity. You are too pure for him. He is filthy. His hands tremble, hovering over your skin. It's a sin. What's wrong? “Sorry love–I am.. I can't..” he mumbles gibebrish, his lips quivering.

Hypersexual!Ghost whose greatest turn on is your attention but struggles to think about sex because of the Manuel Roba incident. Sex makes him uncomfortable but he craves your touch.

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Doctor!Zayne staggering about male reproductive anatomy between moans while you play around with his dick in amusement, his hands guiding you from time to time as he keeps mumbling about some Vas Deferens. You intentionally edge him by asking him to elaborate on every term, and when he cums all over your hands, you feed him his cum asking about its nutritional value, "it d-doesnt have any-hah....significant nutritional value", he murmers with his tongue sliding between your fingers and before he could finish you start stroking him again, wondering whats the science of overstimulation. His hips bucking hysterically, head thrown back while his lips could barely contain his subtle irritated groans all while you innocently ask whats happening inside his cock right now, his mind can barely think straight.

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YouxZaynexCaleb in a bisexual threesome where Caleb and Zayne makeout to turn you on and then they gentle fuck you until you pass out of exhaustion.

Like Zayne holding you while you are overstimulated, placing subtle pecks all over your face, smudging runny makeup. Caleb pounds you, continuously hitting your g-spot while his fingers keep gliding over your clit, you could hear him groaning and his breath hitching. And when Caleb is tired, Zayne takes over, and Caleb makes sure you are loved while you're fucked ruthlessly. "Shh, you feel good, pipsqueak?" he mutters lil praises as he tries to catch his breath. His gaze softens as he caresses you, while your brain melts to Zayne mumbling inaudibly in your ear, his uneven breath tickles on your skin.

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trying to write a mjjw fanfic i just hope that i can finish it

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×*× Caleb Headcanons! ×*×

(mdni)

♤♡♤ Has undoubtedly jerked off to MC's laundry.

♤♡♤ Has a plushie he wanted to gift her but couldn't, so now it sits in his bedroom untouched.

♤♡♤ Has nightmares of MC abandoning his childhood self and struggles to sleep alone at night.

♤♡♤ Has committed muder and extortion to be successful.

♤♡♤ Struggles to draw a line between love and obsession.

♤♡♤ Has witnessed MC flicking her bean because of his habit of invading her privacy.

♤♡♤ Is oddly rude to other women thinking it would make MC fancy him. (It doesn't)

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Virgin!ghost who has a huge dick and you are NOT letting him in you without some practice, right?

So you let him fuck ur thighs, as a little introduction, and thank god you did. Just the touch of ur lips running along the top of cock has him losing control. Mouthing at ur neck with harsh pants, bucking against you desperately. Hes gripping ur hips bruisingly, hes rambling, face flushed in embarrassment of how desperate he is "fuck- sorry love- you feel so good, youre so good for me- please-" all while you coo at him, reassure that hes doing perfect for you, mentally drooling at the thought of getting him properly trained to fuck you.

Anyways ur thighs and cunt are covered in cum bc hes a mess and wants to go until hes shooting blanks lol.

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STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

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bouncing on nerd!könig’s cock while he gushes about how pretty you are, his rambling dipping in and out of german because your pussy has fried his brain so much he’s practically incoherent. glasses all foggy, not knowing which part of you to hold onto because he’s so overwhelmed so he ends up groping every bit of skin he can reach, inexperienced hands mapping out all the dips and curves of your body with rough squeezes. he doesn’t let go of you even after he cums, unintentionally overstimulating himself because you just feel so good wrapped around him, he doesn’t want it to end :( he even starts sloppily meeting your thrusts, trying to get his dick deeper than your cunt has room for, too pussydrunk to worry about breaking you.

you decide to put him out of his misery by giving his mouth something to do that isn’t make a fool out of himself, shoving his face into your chest. it only makes his moans and whimpers louder as he sucks your sensitive nipples so hard you almost start to think he’s expecting milk :(

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Tags: Off-Duty Stalker!König (non-evil) mdni

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Pathatic König supremacy!

He was shuffling through your laundry, your used clothes of this week. This 6'10 man, monstrous looking, was in your house picking your laundry while you were away for the club, unaware. It's Friday, after all. And he found something he could work with, like they all pick a piece of your lingerie to rub their cocks on. The thought made him shy, he wasn't very bold with ladies anyway. You could tell since he never striked a conversation with you but has already stalked you since last month.

 Now König is in a dilemma, on your bed where you sleep with your little body all wrapped up naked, or his own house? Your bed was risky. You weren't far off. You could be home any moment, but the thought made his dick talk. He might be subtle, but he can't let this chance pass. 

He slipped into your sheets, cold and soft. Your scent lingers in and it sends shivers down his yearning cock. He needed you to notice him. At least once. His hands rubbing on his building or well built erection. It felt frustrating how much he needed you, and all he could do was squirm in erotic agony from one corner of your bed to another, rubbing your used panties where he starved your touch. He couldn't stop anymore, he needed to to let his aching cock touch the traces of you, dry and pathetic. His breath unevened, thoughts running miles with you on his cock. He knew he was miserable, but he wanted you to pity on him. And with each thought, his moans mingled with your whimpers under him, invisible, affectionate. He imagined you a mess, how you would hold him at your bare chest later and comfort him with the aftershocks. How he would lay you on top of him, stroking your hair, whispering you love. It was a facade, and he was at edge, shaking for the epitome. He tortured his build-up to never-ending shivers of your love down his throat. His moans he could barely hold in until he heard the lock open. You were home.