#hc back and forth for hours

[dolentends]

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[floorpancakes]

thinking about a comedic sequence of watanuki calling himawari for romantic advice 'for a friend' (what friend. your only unrelated human friend is like 12 and would not be at the club) that gets more and more oddly specific and desperate every time until he's practically crying into the phone because he's at his limit . and hima getting the popcorn whenever the phone rings like yayyy!!!! barely disguised updates on my favourite comedy show straight to my phone....endless entertainment...for free...

[yoitsjay]

Just curious if you could do this, but-

Pegging batboys headcanons? PLEASE???

I would literally sacrifice my first born for you if you make this happen.

*Twirls hair* Ily, bye!!

😘

I screamed (the s is silent)

"Can I shove my fake, thick cock in your ass baby? Please? God pleasepleaseplease-"

Pegging the batfam HC:

Bruce Wayne

He'd be unsure at first, I think. He had never been with a woman who not only was desperately horny 24/7 (I see you sluts), but was also kinky as hell.

This was new.

At first he'd say no, the idea was uncomfortable to him and you understood, you thanked him for thinking about it, then gave him a really good blow to soothe it over.

After that... he dived into the research.

It started with articles, about the safety and concerns with pegging, proper handling, and 'etiquette'.

Then he started watching videos when you weren't home, and he was alone.

He watched as men were reduced to nothing but whimpering, pleading messes under the relentless, or sensual assault of their lovers silicone cocks.

He got rock hard.

Then he brought it to you.

And within hours you had playboy billionaire philanthropist, begging and crying on his hands and knees, needing you to stop teasing and prepping and to just fuck him.

How could you say no?

Dick Grayson

"Yes"

It was his immediate answer. And honestly it kind of caught you off guard. You knew dick was a slut, but you didn't know he was this much of a slut.

He let you do all the prep you needed, he bought toys for himself, proper lube, etc, wanting it to be perfect.

When it finally happens you do a little roleplay, then he's yanking down your pants and watching the (surprisingly realistic) silicone spring free from your pants.

He's practically slobbering as he blows you, though you can't feel it, you have a vibrator inside of you for some mutual satisfaction. And he's getting off on the sound of your moans as he hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a lewd pop.

You have him bent over the couch within seconds, biting and sucking at his shoulders and the back of his neck as you pound into that plump ass of his.

He can only cry and beg for more.

Jason Todd

He didn't know what you meant at first.

Yeah he could be kinky but it hadn't been long since he had come back from the dead, he just got used to having you back in his arms, so sex was soft, loving. He didn't want to hurt you.

Then you explained what it was.

And his eyes go wide.

He loves you too much he can't say no.

Again, going through the prep.

Once it's time you slowly push in and his eyes fly wide.

Then he's fisting himself as he buries his face into your pillows, inhaling your scent as he rocks back and forth on the bed, trying to hide his moans, and the way his face flushed, not expecting this to feel so fucking good.

Then you start to hear little grunts, then moans, and he gradually gets louder as he gets closer, and closer.

And when he cums it's explosive, and you've reduced him into a whimpering, begging mess. "One more time- please- please-"

Tim Drake

He brought it up first. And it surprised you. You both sat together, did research, watched videos (and helped each other get off to those videos.)

You went shopping together and brought the proper supplies and asked important questions to forums with a lot more experience. And once you both felt that you were ready, it began.

Tim was loud. Louder than all of them. This little muscly twink was pushing his ass back against you with every thrust, throwing his head back, arching, moving into any position you wanted him in just so he could feel you deeper.

You got off on how loud he was being.

Tim, who was normally so focused, quiet, observant, was blissfully fucked out of his mind, drooling, crying out your name as he grasped and tugged on your arms, hair, hips, anything he could get his hands on...

He'd die happy like this, speared on your cock.

Damian Wayne

"No fucking way"

He wouldn't even let you explain what it was. At first he kind of kink shamed you, and you won't lie, it stung.

He noticed you went quiet after that, even when he made love to you, your moans were quieter, almost entirely just grunts or soft sighs, like he wasn't making you as aroused as he used too.

He apologized, figuring out quickly that it was the way he shut down your words so quickly. All you asked was for him to just research.

And research he did.

He was still unsure, but eventually you managed to talk him into it.

He couldn't deny by the end that he thought it was definitely diffrent... fun in a way.

You both agreed it wouldn't happen all the time, only when you really needed to add some spice to the bedroom, or when he found himself begging for it.

Now that boosted your ego.

And when he was under you? He was a lot like Jason, moaning, hiding his face in embrarssment, fisting himself to every thrust, his orgasm coming so fast his mind went blank.

Safe to say, the batboys love that thick silicone cock of yours.

Slut.

Tag list:

All: @francesfarhadi

Batfam:

BW smut:

DG smut:

JT smut:

TD smut:

DW (aged up) smut:

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika reassuring her anxious partner

synopsis: when you get into an argument with sevika, your anxiety gets the best of you. luckily, she knows how to get rid of your doubts.

note: this is my first time posting my hcs of sevika because I usually post long fics, but after seeing so many tiktoks of people mischaracterizing sevika recently saying she’d be the type to cheat after an argument (she would never) I just had to write this because I am not letting anybody smear my wife’s good name.

𖥔 sevika isn’t necessarily argumentative, but she is very stubborn. she doesn’t like picking fights with you, if she could avoid them as much as possible she would.

𖥔 however, she always feels the need to have the last word, and that riles you up.

𖥔 she never raises her voice at you and make it seem like she’s pissed, but her frustrations seep through.

𖥔 and she knows if the situation further escalates she’ll say something she’ll regret, so she’ll force herself to take a step back, look at you and say “we’re not doing this. I’m not in the right head space right now and clearly you aren’t too.”

𖥔 usually she’d want to fix the issue right away because she doesn’t like prolonging a problem when she knows simple communication could fix it.

𖥔 but when she knows it’ll take the whole day for the problem to be resolved, she’ll create some distance between you two so she can have a clearer mind before bringing up the issue again, and without any bias.

𖥔 however, when she tells you that she needs some time away from you for a bit, your anxiety levels skyrocket. you start scrambling for a way to make her stay and fix the situation but she just sees it as you wanting to argue again, so she shakes her head and goes for the door.

𖥔 “not now. I’m not angry but just give me some time.” she tells you before walking out the door and leaving you in your apartment alone, already feeling bad that the argument went too far.

𖥔 as a way to compose herself she’ll head over to the last drop to have a drink and play some cards, and people at the table would notice her brooding demeanor and ask if there’s trouble in paradise.

𖥔 she won’t answer, she doesn’t like taking advice from people especially when it comes to her relationship. she doesn’t like airing out her business, but people will chime in either way.

𖥔 telling her that as long as the love is still there, there’s nothing that either of you can’t overcome together. again, she stays silent but keeps it in mind.

𖥔 meanwhile, you’re back at home. it’s been a few hours and sevika still hasn’t returned and it’s getting really late.

𖥔 you start assuming the worst case scenarios. pacing back and forth as you wonder if she’s gotten tired of you already, and it doesn’t help when her past at the gardens come to mind.

𖥔 so your mind pivots to that, as bad as it sounds, your chest suddenly feeling heavy as the ugliest scenarios of her confiding in another woman’s arms plague your mind and you immediately feel tears forming in your eyes.

𖥔 you know she would never, but you always feared the worst. you’ve opened up to sevika about your trust issues and she always listened intently. her loyalty and devotion are her most notable traits, and you’d never doubt her. but still, during your darkest moments you can’t help but let those ugly thoughts win.

𖥔 as you imagine her seeking escapism in another woman’s body, you thought maybe if you had just shut up she wouldn’t go out doing god knows what so she wouldn’t be trapped in the same space as you.

𖥔 meanwhile, sevika is trying her best to walk in a straight line as she heads back home from the bar, mentally cursing herself for drinking too much because now, how else is she going to have a conversation about your argument earlier if she could barely form a coherent thought?

𖥔 it’s almost midnight by the time you hear sevika’s spare keys unlocking your door as she stumbles in, groaning as you step inside the living room and watch her walk in.

𖥔 “where were you?” you ask, your voice shaking but sevika didn’t pick up on your anxious state just yet.

𖥔 so she raises a hand to signal for you to give her a moment, but you being paranoid, take it a sign of her being annoyed with you.

𖥔 “I’ve had too much to drink, just give-“

𖥔 she stops dead in her tracks when she hears you sniffling, and it’s like all the liquor in her system got evaporated as she looks up and notices your watery eyes, fidgeting with your fingers and she immediately takes a step forward.

𖥔 “hey, what’s wrong-“

𖥔 “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to blow things out of proportion and I understand if you’re fed up with my shit, but sev, j-just…”

𖥔 her eyebrows furrow as you look down at your feet “hey, remember what I said earlier? I’m not mad. I just needed some space to clear my head.”

𖥔 your glossy eyes pierce through her grey ones as you gulp “I-I thought you got tired of me a-and…”

𖥔 she looks at you and encourages you to finish, but as you think about it you can’t help but feel embarrassed “it’s stupid.”

𖥔 “sweetheart, just tell me-“

𖥔 “I thought you went to the gardens.”

𖥔 all thought process quickly stopped working as she stares at you, dumbfounded. feeling her heart twist at the thought of you losing faith in her that you’d assume she’d go and sleep with another woman just because she was angry at you.

𖥔 she wasn’t even angry at you. she could never be angry. she was frustrated with the situation but she’d never have it in her to be mad at you and blame you for anything.

𖥔 she takes a step closer and extends her hand to palm your cheek, calloused but warm.

𖥔 “sweetheart, you know I’d never do that. ever.” she put both of her hands on your face and fixed you with a hard gaze “no matter whatever bullshit we go through, don’t ever think I’d stoop as low as betraying you like that. I wouldn’t even imagine doing that to you.”

𖥔 she swallows the lump in her throat. she wasn’t the type to get emotional but seeing your big doe eyes look at her, all pitiful and devastated, made her heart break. so with a sigh she pulls you against her chest and tightens her arms around you, running her fingers down your hair as she rest her chin on top of your head.

𖥔 “I love you. so fucking much. you could put me in a room with a thousand women and I’d still crawl my way out of there to get to you. nothing else matters. just you. you know that, right?”

𖥔 you sniff, nodding as you let out a shaky breath “I know and I’m sorry. I just got a b-bit paranoid.”

𖥔 she shook her head “it’s okay, it’s not your fault. I’m not going to be upset when I should’ve stayed here with you and worked things out. I’m sorry for making you go through that, baby.”

𖥔 after a few minutes you finally look up at her and gave her a wobbly smile.

𖥔 “it’s okay,” you nuzzled against her touch and sighed “I love you, sev.”

𖥔 she smiles, thumb caressing your cheek “I love you more.”

[returnofeternity]

may i rq smth lottie w a shorter gf !! the new episode made me remember how tall courney is ( 5'10 vs my 5'1 ass lol ) she's so baby and she loves holding her shorter gf like a teddy bear augghhhh i need her

wilderness and domestic hcs included

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she for sure calls you shorty >.> coming up behind you while you're picking flowers, greeting you with "what's up, shorty?" and smiling at how you groan.

loves how you're the perfect height for forehead kisses!!! which she takes advantage of constantly. you have to ask her to bend down so you can kiss her forehead and she gets to kiss yours whenever she wants :P when you're hugging her side, her lips are basically planted on your forehead 24/7 she just cant get enough.

you're taller or as tall as her when you both sit down because of her horrible posture, but you're reminded how tall she is when she gets up and stands over you and you feel short again :/

back hugger.... so the type to hold you from behind while waiting in grocery store lines and shit...swaying you back and forth, her big strong arms wrapped around you and making you feel all warm inside. sigh...

she notices you struggling with trying to reach something and fucking LOVES to tease you. grumbling when you hear her chuckle from behind you in the kitchen, crossing your arms and sighing. she just cocks her head and says, "need something?" before helping you. sometimes she's a huge tease and rubs up against you while reaching, placing down whatever you wanted on the counter before kissing your neck. and!! she'll lift you up sometimes, asking you how it felt to be so tall for a second 🙄

head pats!! just thinking of her coming back to you after one of her wilderness walks, patting you on the head and asking what you did while she was gone. head pats during cuddles, her hand literally almost covering your entire head while she strokes it.

lottie who's the big spoon and who wraps her long ass legs around your body when you cuddle... she's holding you so tightly. or, lottie who's the little spoon and since there's so much of her body that you can't cover, you like to sleep on top of her with her legs wrapped around you. i know cuddles with her are the best dude. being held by her, your face in her neck, hearing her calming breaths while you try to sleep.... :(

she holds you like a teddy bear when you wanna hug her because you can't put your arms around her neck... she's all smiley and blushy when you wrap your legs around her waist, being the one to look up at you for once. i think she rly loves these types of hugs because you feel so much closer. also, she thinks it's so cute when you have to step on your tippy toes to kiss her :)

speaking of, thinking of looking up at her as she looks down, being so entranced by her beauty as she leans down to kiss you. tugging her down by her shirt sometimes and you know she goes crazy for that shit.

lottie who holds things up above her head to make you jump for them :/

getting lost in a crowd one time and she can't find you because you're so short 😭 oh my god she'd be so scared but laugh so hard about it once you're safe in her arms again, telling you that she needs to get you some platform shoes so she can see you better.

being grumpy when she wears heels because she's just SO much more taller >.> but gawsh she's so pretty and perfect. she keeps you on her and next to her the whole night like you're her little doggy 🐶

making snow angels with her in the wilderness when it's not so cold out, lottie laughing for literal hours because of how comedically small and short yours is compared to hers 😑

[retrosabers]

𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

*relationship hcs written with fem!reader in mind*

contains: a little bit of everything. some relationship fluff, a bit of angst (mentions of death and past trauma), very flirty and filthy logan, 18+ CONTENT AT THE BOTTOM. MINORS DNI (body worship, praise kink, pain kink, dirty talk to the nines.)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: not me posting something for the first time in a) over a month and b) in 2025 😍😍

it’s been ROUGH in the brain and writing department for me, and this is the best i could come up with right now. i hope i can get back in my real groove soon, i miss writing real bad.

in the mean time, please enjoy my wolvie brain dump. feel free to share any of your own personal hcs in the comments or reblogs!!

GENERAL/PERSONALITY:

he’s secret tea drinker. always drinks coffee (no cream no sugar; nasty ass) in the morning but also drinks tea at night. though nothing can fully calm him down in the evening, the tea does relax him in some capacity, and logan takes whatever reprieve he can get. plus it was one of the first things you started doing together, so it’s become a part of his routine he can’t be without.

typically the first person up, and the last person in bed. you’d think logan wouldn’t be a morning person, but he’s surprisingly at ease in the early hours. as relaxed as someone like him could get, anyways.

likes to read a lot. he was in complete awe of the mansion’s library the first time he saw it. will often sneak in when no one’s around and read for an hour or two by the window if he’s got the time. when you discover he’s a secret bookworm, you start to leave a book on his desk that you think he’ll enjoy every once in a while. it’s a small gesture logan holds very near and dear to his heart.

can’t remember people’s birthdays or important dates to save his life BUT can recall something minor in a fleeting conversation from a long time ago. also remembers very random useless facts that have actually come in handy on more than one occasion.

if and when logan sleeps, he snores. so. fucking. LOUD, to the point where it can wake people up depending on how close quarters are. he denies it constantly.

likes to make sure his deodorant and cologne have the same general scent (i just know he smells like a sexy ass manly man URGH).

a lot of people hc him as a history professor but i have a hot take: gym teacher logan. not in the typical “let’s run laps and play dodgeball” way, but in the sense that he teaches the kids how to control and utilize their mutations to their advantage (with help from the rest of the xmen of course), and maybe even some light sparring to practice self defense. i personally just don’t see the history teacher thing working out because i fear he would subconsciously be reliving a LOT of trauma.

gets really anxious whenever someone is sick or injured. he’s been gravely reminded before that not everyone is indestructible like he is, and it scares him to see others get hurt in any capacity, because he’s terrified of losing them. the first time you get seriously wounded on a mission? logan damn near wears his boots down to the sole from pacing back and forth outside the medbay so much. he can’t eat, he can’t sleep, he can’t focus on anything other than you. time stops for him; and won’t resume until he’s certain you’re going to be okay.

legitimately purrs like a cat if you scratch his head just the right way. he will once again deny this until the end of time, but with less resistance and a much more flushed complexion.

“whatever,” he mumbles into your stomach, while guiding your nails back to his scalp.

hates ANY music made after the year 2000, but anything before that he’s pretty keen on. he’s got his preferences for sure (a little country, some rock, and maybe a bit of bluegrass), but isn’t above admitting that a pop tune is a little catchy from time to time.

IN A RELATIONSHIP:

you better not even THINK about ever opening a door for yourself ever again because if you do he’s taking personal offense to it.

he may be a slut in the sheets but he’s a near perfect gentlemen in the streets. i’m talking walking on the outside of the sidewalk at all times, always helping you out of the car even if you don’t need it, carrying your jacket or shoes after a night out, making sure you’re obscured from view if you need to adjust a revealing top; any chivalrous boyfriend thing you can think of, and he’s done it. with suaveness, might i add.

“here honey, gimme that, i got it.”

“hold on a second sweetheart, your strap’s all twisted.”

the definition of “you fell first but he fell harder.”

makes it a point to take you on a “real date” outside the mansion once or twice a month because he knows how much you enjoy getting dressed up for different occasions. whether that be dinner, dancing (yes, if you beg hard enough he’ll go dancing with you), and maybe even a trip to the museum or planetarium.

both the big and little spoon, it depends on the day, but he’s an insane cuddler either way. a human teddy bear for you and only you. this? he won’t deny, not for a second. and he’ll tell anyone who cares to tease him about it to fuck off.

always touching you in some capacity. a gentle caress on the back of your neck, or cold palms sliding underneath your sweater, logan has no qualms about being a bit handsy.

“if your girl looked like this, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her either.”

his favorite (and yours too secretly) is a hand in the back pocket of your jeans. there’s something equally sweet and sultry about it that makes your stomach flutter every time. a slightly possessive gesture, that when coupled with a cocky smirk and a shameless squeeze, never fails to drive you wild.

you thought he was a worry wart about your safety before you were dating? it amplifies by a million when you’re together, almost to the point of annoyance because he’s adamant on not letting you out of his sight. eventually after a few arguments and a scolding from charles, you remind him that you’re perfectly capable of handling things on your own, and yes, sometimes he does need to look out for you, just in case.

SMUT:

handsy logan = body worship logan. this man will make it his life mission to appreciate every single inch of your body. he doesn’t care if you’re tangled in between sheets for hours on end. you’re not leaving the bed until you know just how much he’s smitten with every part of you.

pain kink king who will cum significantly faster if you break skin with your nails raking down arms or back. gets an immediate hard on when you slap him in the middle of a dangerously intense argument, and implores you to do it again in a dark, lust driven tone.

to make up for the fact that you can’t mark your territory, with logan’s regenerative capabilities and all, he goes above and beyond to mark his. this man leaves hickies everywhere, and i mean everywhere. your hip bones, your navel, damn near the entirety of your sternum, your neck essentially a human canvas that he gladly paints in brilliant hues of lavender.

he may be a man of few words with most, but with you? logan can never shut the fuck up about how good you make him feel.

“look at you. doin’ so good for me honey.” “y’feel like fuckin’ heaven, you know that?” “my perfect girl. made just for me.”

cannot handle when you return the favor. immediately shoves his flushed face into whatever part of your body he can find and picks up the pace. praise is another surefire way to get logan to blow his load in record time. he thinks it’s a little embarrassing but you think it’s SO HOT.

loves a good tummy bulge OOP who said that

really enjoys sex in the shower or bath. there’s an additional layer of intimacy with it that makes logan particularly warm in the chest. will often suggest round two in the bathroom so he not only has the pleasure of ruining you again, but helping gently put you back together with a tenderness reserved only for you.

the ceo of teasing. loves to watch you get all flustered and squirmy so you best believe he’s teasing the fuck out of you any chance he gets. logan’s got wandering hands and a filthy mouth and that he uses to his advantage both in and out of the bedroom.

“what if i bent you over this desk, right here right now, hm? would you like that?”

“your skirt’s real pretty baby. think it would look a lot better on the floor of my room.”

“been thinkin’ about you all day. gonna let me fuck you real good later?”

aftercare is a learning curve. he’s not completely careless the first time you have sex, but he’s not as caring and attentive as he knows he probably should be. logan was used to quick one night stands, not getting intimate with someone he had romantic feelings for. once he realizes how in-deep he is with you, he takes the time to learn the ins and outs of true aftercare.

* for more smut headcanons, check out my logan nsfw alphabet here*

thanks for reading! <3

[thehighladywrites]

ACOTAR MEN X READER, SITTING ON THEIR LAP

✩ summary: different scenarios where you find yourself sitting on them

✩ warnings: nsfw, 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of self-doubt, kissing, begging, gossiping, fluff, smut, crack, fun times and soft Eris😭💗

✩ amara’s note: the original cassian hc was so long that i had to stop myself bc i was thirsting and it turned into a regular oneshot lmaooo😭 anyways enjoy babes!!!!💗💗💗

reblogs are really appreciated! :D

RHYSAND

No matter how angry you and Rhys get or how petty the fight is, you two always end up holding hands, even while yelling at each other.

Sitting in his lap while you two argue about random, non important stuff is a standard

You guys just don’t do the whole “no touching” thing

Today, the argument was over who cooks better, both of you bickering pettily.

“Listen, I love you a lot, but the kitchen isn’t your best friend. It's crazy how you can burn an empty pot.”

“Maybe you’re crazy,” you retort, arms crossed over your chest as you step closer to him, leaning against his desk in his office.

He keeps arguing with you, going back and forth, while pushing his chair back from the desk to make room for you.

“Whatever, Rhys. I don’t even need to cook when I can summon anything. It’s stupid, and you’re being unfair,” you mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders and plop down in his lap, subconsciously warming at the way he holds your waist and places one hand on your back to keep you steady.

He suppresses a smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks up at your pouting self. “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course, you’re an amazing chef,” he concedes, his tone laced with affection.

“Awww, come with me while I make you something,” you say, flashing him an oblivious smile.

“Oh! Um, you sure we shouldn't order something or..?” he asks nervously, his voice getting higher as he kisses you.

You slip out of his lap and hurry downstairs to plan his meal, assuring him not to worry about ordering anything and to just come down for his favorite meal.

“Dear Gods,” he whispers as he gets up, a mix of worry and fear in his voice.

ERIS

Eris had been stressed out for a few weeks now. Nothing you said seemed to make a difference.

He was dealing with his father’s death, ruling a new court as the heir, and inheriting the High Lord powers. Your heart ached for him. You wanted to be there for him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement, but you were not on that level yet

Today had been the most stressful day yet, resulting in him shutting down and locking himself up in his bedroom.

“Eris, are you okay? Can I please come in?” you knock gently on the wooden door, voice hushed and gentle.

After a few moments of silence, you hear him shuffling behind the door until he opens it very slightly.

He is shirtless, only in a pair of pants. You manage to catch a glimpse of his tired, amber eyes before he turns around to lie in his bed.

The room looks clinically clean, the only disturbance being Eris’s rugged appearance.

Without saying a word, you walk over to him and give him a hug. It’s a long, warm hug that tells him everything he doesn’t allow himself to hear: you’re there for him.

It takes a few moments for him to hug you back, but when he does, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his lap.

Only after an hour of silence does he speak

“I feel like i’m stuck. These powers are killing me, the board is fucking annoying, the folk believe i’m wicked and cruel and i have no idea what to do about anything.”

He looks up at you with desperate eyes, “Do you believe I’m truly wicked?”

You shake your head in honesty. “No, honey. I have not met anyone as smart, kindhearted and brave as you. Others do not know you like I do but they should,” you whisper, hands going through his tussled hair. “You’ve been hiding behind your mask for too long, Eris. Let people see the real you.”

The room goes quiet, the only sound being the beating of your hearts.

Slowly his lips meet yours in a new and experimental kiss. He stares up at you with his pupils blown but before you can apologize and get off his lap, he kisses you again and locks his arm around you

“Thank you,” he whispers between heating kisses, “Thank you, beautiful.”

CASSIAN

“Hi there sugar, what can I do for you?” Cassian asks sweetly as he flicks your nose with his finger, happy that you ran into his office and immediately plopped down on his lap

“Can you fuck me?” you ask, frustrated with the lack of dick lately.

His eyes widen slightly at your words, then he slowly cracks a handsome smile. “Gods. How inappropriate of you,” he teases, the amusement clear in his voice.

His teasing almost makes you sob. This was totally NOT the time. You almost roll your eyes before realizing he will so not give in if you give him that

“Cassian, i’m begging you. I want, no- need to be fucked. Please, i’m losing hearing in my left ear,” you beg as you get closer and sit in his lap, rubbing your hands all over his chest

He looked incredibly good, almost unfairly so. Cassian’s jaw and chin had grown scruffy in a ruggedly masculine way that made him look older and even more attractive.

A week without seeing him had only heightened your weakness for his body, making you throb.

“Losing hearing? You must be really dying for me, huh? Alright then. I’ll let you ride,” he smirks at you while unbuckling his belt.

He finally fucking let’s you fuck, hitting spots that makes you go fuzzy brained.

You make him promise to never be gone again before going for another ride, satisfied when he breathlessly promises.

LUCIEN

There is not a bigger shit-talking couple in Prythian than you two

One look between you two is enough.

Someone’s being annoying? You share an annoyed glance. Someone’s being rude? You share a baffled glance. Something’s juicy’s happening? You share a glance that says you will so talk about it when you get home.

“— and he has the audacity to two-time her? He’s lucky to find even one person willing to date him,” you gossip, lounging in Lucien’s lap, your voice dripping with disbelief.

“You’re not going to believe this, but this isn’t his first time. He did that to Tamlin’s cousin too,” Lucien adds, his tone filled with incredulity.

“No way,” you gasp in disbelief, shaking your head as the gossip sinks in.

“Yeah, apparently this guy fucks around in all courts and cheats on anyone willing to stomach. What a fucking loser, honestly,” Lucien nods in agreement, disdain evident in his voice. “The sick bastard gets off on it.”

“That reminds me, guess what I heard about Rhys in Rita’s yeaterday,” Lucien prompts, leaning in with a sly grin, clearly ready to share some gossip.

“Some males and females were talking about Rhys, saying he's replaced Feyre with a clone,” Lucien whispers, his tone laced with disdain. “And get this— they think her transformation from human to fae is fake and that there is no way she could possibly be the mother of Nyx.”

“A clone? They’ll say anything these days,” you exclaim, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“That's exactly what I'm saying! They're probably just making shit up out of thin air,” Lucien replies, nodding in agreement.

“I wouldn't put it past them,” you say, shaking your head as you reach for a biscuit, happy to be sitting and gossiping with your love.

AZRIEL

Azriel loves when you sit on his lap.

It makes him feel safe and relaxed knowing you're close to him.

It's something he does every day when he comes home - having you in his lap. Sometimes you both sit quietly, other times you talk or fuck or cuddle, depending on how you’re feeling.

Azriel especially likes the fuck part.

He loves the part where you sit on his lap while he works. If you’re good, he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you. If not, he still fucks you but he does it with no mercy

He makes you sit on his dick and tells you not to move and inch or you will be edged for hours, not being allowed to cum once

Fucking torture is what it is honestly

“Stop moving around so much, i can’t focus.”

“Do you blame me? You’ve buried your dick in me, of course i’m moving. Maybe do something about that.”

He raises his eyebrows at your snarky comment. If it’s something he didn’t need today it was sass.

His day was quite shitty and all he needed was his sweet mate who would kiss away his problems and take his dick perfectly

Azriel smiled slightly as he put his pen down. He would take out his frustrations on you today.

“You want to be fucked? Let’s fuck,” he says in a low tone

In the end, all his papers are scattered, all pens on the floor.

He is relaxed and all smiley while you’re on death’s door💗

[teslasucks37]

Could you write a hc fic w heavy dirty talk, penetration, and complete objectification. Like charlie using you as a literal fleshlight. Rough as fuck. Thanks 💕

CW: NSFW below the cut (MDNI), Dirty talk, objectification, dubcon/free use, barely somnophilia, like one line of angst, afab!reader (could maybe be gender neutral?), Dom!Charlie, tearing clothes

A/N: Hehehehhee *rubs hands together like mosquito once again* After I’d already finished writing this I realized there was supposed to be dirty talk so if it feels randomly plopped in that’s why 💀

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Objectification Hcs

You have no idea what was going on with Charlie.

Usually he was pretty open with you or you could easily tell what he was thinking when something was wrong.

But this was different, you’d never seen him more stressed.

Charlie had been practically locking himself in his office every day for hours, editing his Baldur’s Gate video all day every day.

He knew this would happen, he’d warned you when they first started recording that this would be a big upload, but you’d figured he’d been exaggerating.

But this was even worse than what he described.

He’d turned the LEDs in his room red in hopes to help him be more productive, or at least that’s what he said they were for.

He only came out to eat, get water, use the bathroom, and collapse into bed at 2 am before getting up again at 6 am to do it all over again.

You tried to get him to eat more, making food for him when you could, but it was hard to manage your own job along with his health.

One of the more memorable times he’d came out was around noon when you had been making food to bring to him for lunch.

He’d managed to shamble out of his office, eyes heavy and limbs tired.

“Hey, Char…” You cooed, not looking away from the cutting board as you placed the knife in the sink. “I made you some lunch, if you want it.”

He stalked toward you as you continued to make him a sandwich, putting the finishing touches on it before you heard him unbuckling his belt.

“Char?” You got only a glimpse of him leering over your shoulder before his hands pushed you back against the counter, bending you slightly over it and untying your sweatpants.

You could barely think before he was pushing himself inside you and began to rock back and forth, murmuring to himself about sound levels and syncing them to the music, before seeming to remember where he was.

“I fuckin’ love you…” He whispered into your shoulder as he rutted inside you.

You had to steady yourself on the kitchen counter, despite him holding your hips in place as he pulled you back on his cock.

“Oh, yeah baby…” Charlie’s voice was breathy and low, lost in pleasure completely.

His hips stuttered as he came, pumping his load in you at a speed you’d never seen him achieve before.

Charlie sighed contently, slipping out of you and fixing his pants as you wobbled on shaky legs.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and grabbed the sandwich before walking back to his office, leaving you to clean up the mess that was currently oozing out from between your legs.

And that wasn’t all that was going on between the two of you.

You’d had to convince him to shower, only agreeing to it for 10 minutes at the most as long as you joined him.

Every single shower ended with him getting behind you and either using your thighs or mouth to get off, or pressing you against the wall and cumming inside you.

The two of you would have sex practically every other day, so you had supposed he needed to get his fix of you one way or another.

This had been going on for nearly a month and you had barely talked to him all week.

Earlier tonight, around midnight, you’d checked in on him before heading to bed.

You kissed him on the cheek and he’d barely reacted.

That made a small lump in your throat form, but you simply swallowed it and went to bed.

You’re suddenly woken up by someone turning you from your side onto your stomach.

Your heart races in confusion and slight fear for a moment, before you realize it’s just Charlie.

You spot his glasses on the nightstand, the clock next to them reading nearly 5 am.

You hear his ragged breathing in the dark, something you’ve grown familiar with.

And perhaps it’s the fact that you’re still half asleep, but you just then realize that he would usually be done editing hours ago, but you can feel the material of his jeans straddling your outer thighs.

Wait, why is he sitting on your thighs?

It’s then that you feel him rip the fabric of your shorts up the middle. “Charlie!”

You attempt to turn and chastise him, but his hand shoots out to press you harshly into the bed.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as he keeps his hand in place on your lower back.

You feel him snap your panties in half at the crotch and a far back sigh of relief tickles your skin, making you shudder.

His lack of words is slightly unnerving to you, because usually even when he’s like this he’s mumbling out about how he loves you, or how good you make him feel.

But he’s practically silent, save for the ragged panting that’s leaving his mouth.

He has you completely trapped underneath him.

Completely at his mercy.

And you weren’t certain if you should do something about it.

You hear his belt clinking as he struggles to undo it with one hand, but it gets done as he undoes his fly and takes his throbbing cock out of his boxers.

Even if you wanted to stop him, it was far too fucking late now.

You moan shakily as he sinks into you, the lack of lubrication from being asleep stinging a little, but quickly replaced by a feeling of pleasure as both of his hands move to grip your waist.

Charlie, sleep deprived and delirious, holds you down as he begins setting a pace that is much too fast for your half-asleep brain to handle right now.

You hook your arms under the pillow in front of you and pull it to your face.

“Char- Augh~ Gugh!“ Shouts of pure surprise from the force he’s using fall into the pillow from your lips.

He’s like a fucking animal, drilling into you with no concern for your pleasure, just trying to get off in the most efficient way possible.

Moans are being pushed out of your chest every time he thrusts.

Charlie’s hands are pressing you into the mattress, almost making your back arch painfully, but you don’t have the ability to form the words to tell him, nor do you think he would be able to hear them.

You’d never cum in this position before with him, but the mattress is pushing back against your stomach, pressing in on the exact right place that has you seeing stars.

You shove your face into the pillow you’d been sleeping on just a few minutes ago and scream as you cum on Charlie’s cock.

Your pussy is pulsating as your juices squirt against his abdomen, trailing down your squeezed-together thighs and reaching all the way to your knees.

He must have felt it, because he finally speaks.

“Just a fucking toy for me to use…” Charlie mutters, something you had never heard from him before.

He’s never objectified you like this, always respecting you and treating you like an equal.

God, he was really fucking losing it…

“Fuck, just a hole for my dick~”

But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

You move what small amount you can back onto him, making his thrusts harder, deeper, reaching a place inside you he didn’t normally from other angles.

“Feels so fucking good- Using you~”

Shaking and shuddering, you struggle not to cum again, your head foggy from both your orgasm and your interruption from sleep.

In his delirium, he decides that he has to cum in you, right now.

“Gonna make you my little cumslut~”

His hands on your hips lift them off the mattress, dragging you back against him hard.

His thighs slap against yours and you feel his balls smack your clit, dripping with your fluids.

Then Charlie growls, shoving his cock as far as it will go inside you as he cums.

“Yeah, take this fucking load, baby…”

You yelp at the pressure on your cervix, feeling his cock twitch and drool as it pours into you.

He breaths in shakily, pulling out slowly and getting off of your legs.

You turn to him, your back aching as you attempt, only to see him re-buckling his belt and walking back out of the room.

Even if you wanted to go after him, there was no way you could walk.

So you simply fall back asleep, ripped clothes no longer covering you as Charlie’s cum leaks out and joins yours in a puddle beneath your knees.

You find him hours later asleep at his desk.

Somehow managing on your shaky legs to wake him and pull him back into bed with you, the two of you sleep through the day.

When he wakes up later that night, he’s apologizing profusely, originally thinking it was all just a dream before he spotted your torn underwear and shorts in the corner of the room.

You, of course, forgive him.

With conditions.

He spends the rest of the night between your legs, worshipping you and apologizing for being so selfish.

Charlie also promises to take more breaks from editing.

For his benefit and yours.

[bratbarzal]

OK IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS anything smutty with LIH Luke and Reader!!! I think you said you'd do HCs or NSFW alphabet so whatever you're comfortable with! I love you and I love them ❤️

so some of these I've had saved just as character notes for a while bc I think it's fun even if the smut isn't inherently written into the fic to have an idea of what the intimate part of their relationship would be like - I've tried to expand to bulk it out so it sort of goes on!! I took some inspo from the nsfw alphabet but I didn't use it because I repel structure!!!! It’s not even very very smutty it’s more so just describing intimate parts of their relationship

ALSO you don't have to have read either fic to read this, it's sort of general luke and how I conceptualise him as a character tbh!! Idk if I’ll ever write him beyond LIH so I think this is just Luke to me by now but I hope you enjoy regardless!!

word count: 4k+

general warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v, coming inside, coming on, mutual masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), mentions of being tied up and blindfolded, mentions of period sex and I think that’s all

Luke just gives boy moaner vibes. Like he's loud, and he has no concept of just how loud he is because even when he's trying to bite back his noises or be lowkey about it, he's groaning and panting and grunting and you quickly give up trying to get him to shut up because he isn't capable of doing so. And you like hearing him moan as much as you like hearing him speak, which is a lot if you're being honest - you'll let him yap for hours sometimes while you just cuddle up to him or when you're straddling his lap and kissing at his neck and he's going on and on about something that happened in a game or training. Sometimes you think he's so in his head about whatever it is that he's talking about that he forgets you're literally sat on him but then his hands will grip at your hips and get you moving, and he'll slip out the occasional, “Right there,” or “Oh, fuck," when you grind straight against the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

And he'll talk at you between kisses sometimes, like even your tongue in his mouth won't stop him when he's got something to rant about, but he still occasionally kisses back - lets it drag out a little before he carries on until he's finished - and you just let him because it's always better for him to just say what he clearly needs to say before he gives his full undivided attention.

And he’s bantery even when you’re fucking, even in his dirty talk that he considers foreplay, he’s teasing you - craving that back and forth that you love to give him, saying dorky jokes while he’s literally inside you and you think it’s the dorkiest and sexiest thing he could possibly do - make you belly laugh while he has you pinned down to the bed and your legs are up over his broad shoulders.

But back to the boy moans you don't know how you ever kept your situationship a secret that first summer with just how loud he is - he gives these big satisfied hums whenever you give him the slightest touch - like if you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your fingers tickle at the curls by the nape of his neck, or you're tucking yourself into his side when you all go out on the boat, or one of his brothers are driving and you're nestled up to him in the backseat. He's such a physical touch guy that he can't help the little noises he makes when you give him what he wants, even if it isn't entirely sexual in nature

But when it is, when you're sinking down onto your knees in front of him, and your neck is craned to look straight up and meet his eye while you lower his zipper, he'll literally whine as he watches you take him out of his briefs - watches you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and shuffle forward a little to get a closer angle on him - his breath will stutter audibly the second your lips come within an inch of his length, the mere distance of you causing it to twitch a little as it hardens even more.

When your thumb swipes at the pre-cum leaking from his tip, and you bring it to your mouth as you look up at him, he’s letting out a heavy, blissed out sigh in pure anticipation of your next touch, and you do your best to tease him just to get as many sounds out as you can before he’s a moaning, gasping mess - and that comes when your lips are around his shaft, when his hips are jolting forward and his tip is hitting the back of your throat, and your nails are scratching at the thick muscle of his thighs in response. His groans then are broken and the pitch is a little higher, and sometimes you’ll take his hands and put them in your hair or on the back of your head, encouraging him to fuck into you a little when you can handle it, which isn’t that often because he’s big and you try to surprise him with it when you can

You’d like to think with stuff like that it’s your own version of having some sort of control over him, but in reality, he holds a quiet dominance over you at all times

It isn’t really forceful and it isn’t really loud, but he just always has the upper hand when it comes to being intimate, and you both like it that way.

Even when you’re on top, and your holding him to the bed by his wrists as you’re riding him, hips moving at your own pace, his cock filling you so deep that it’s almost mind numbing but all you can think to do is keep moving and keep holding him down, and it’s a while before you realise he doesn’t need his hands to control you - he rocks his hips at his own pace, filling you deeper than you were managing on your own, thrusting up into you when you bring yourself down and he lets you bask in the illusion of your own dominance, but he never fully submits, not when it comes to sex, because you can mouth off all you want to him - in public, in private - and people can have their own ideas of who takes the lead in your relationship, but as soon as those doors close, you’re his, and he’s the only one who’ll ever get you like this.

and oh my god, back to this - he’s such a physical touch guy!! he HAS to be touching you whatever way he can, fingers hooked through belt loops, hands laid flat in your back pockets when your facing him, or in your front pockets when your back is to his front, like you’re at a concert and you’re stood at the barrier and he’s just behind with his hands on your hips and keeps leaning down to speak right in your ear and his breath is on your neck. If he’s beside you, his arm is over your shoulder, your hips bumping, your legs touching if you’re sat down, and he loves when you lean into him, head on the side of his chest, or when you wrap your own arms around his middle.

Because when YOU touch HIM he sort of loses it - because love languages are sort of a projection right, of how you want to be loved back? So when you trace your fingers along the veins in his arm, or your hands seek him out when you’re laying out in the sun and it’s too hot to be on top of each other how you probably want (plus last time the two of you fell asleep all cuddled together and you had a distinct tan mark that was the shape of his hand on your ass) or you’re absentmindedly playing with his hair he has this big Cheshire Cat grin on his face all the time because he just loves the idea that you can’t keep your hands to yourself, either.

And he’s big into showing off his strength - because he can look sort of unassuming sometimes, but then he’s hauling you up over his shoulder and carrying you upstairs, hand landing firmly on your ass when no one else can see and you’re still squirming, and he’s wrestling you down into the sheets and burying his head between your legs until your kicks of defiance die into your knees flopping in their jelly-like blissed out state - his tongue lapping at your core and his lips closing around your clit over and over in sloppy kisses. Your hands are in his hair - perfect - and your hips are bucking like crazy, and he’s humming into your folds and you feel the buzz of him all the way up your spine. And when he’s done, when you’ve come apart with a pillow held over your face to muffle your screams, and your body is vibrating, and his chin is slick with your juices, he just looks up at you all proud and smug and you kick at his shoulder until he falls to the floor with a thud - and then you follow him down because why not? It would only make the headboard bang if you stayed on the bed.

He shows his strength in other ways, too. Lifts you to reach the top shelf instead of reaching it for you, hands at your hips and smiling big and bright when you turn around to thank him with a kiss. Piggy backs when you’ve spent all day out on the boat and you’re too tired to walk up the dock to the house, and your sticky front is pressed to his sticky back, and he smells like sunscreen and a little sweaty and you smush your face into the space between his neck and shoulder and breathe him all in.

And then you’re showering together and he’s washing your hair and you just about reach up to wash his, and he presses his head into your hands like a touch starved puppy because he’s sweet like that!!

And he doesn’t initiate anything because he knows you’re tired, but you lean up to kiss him under the spray of the shower, and you guide him to where you’re pressed against the wet tile, and you hook a leg around him until he gets the message, until he’s got hands splayed at the top of your thighs and he’s lifting you against the wall, and he slips in without any prep because you’ve spent all day watching him just walk around all broad chested with his freckled skin glistening under the sun and he’s yours and the mere fact of it makes you so wet, and he’s been watching you in your bikini, been helping apply sunscreen and slipping his fingers under the straps, been sneaking glances at you as the day has gone on - where your hair gets all sticky around the edges of your face, and your lips wrap around the cool rim of the beer bottle he handed you straight out the cooler, and he doesn’t think he’s managed to hide the effect you have on him from anyone but he’s beyond caring too.

Because now his grunts are masked by the shower spray, and he can hear your sweet little moans right in his ear, and neither of you really have to care about hiding anything, and he’s thrusting so deep inside you that you can barely hold on - scratches down his back that aggravate the slight sunburn he has there, and fingers so tightly gripped around the back of your thighs that they’ll probably bruise, and he’s practically begging you, “Can I come inside you?” And you’re practically pleading back, “God, yes!”

He gets sort of a complex after that, for holding you up while he’s fucking you - he has you against the door of your bedroom, thinks it’s really hot that he can’t wait a single second after you’re through the threshold to have you sometimes, and a few more times in the shower. When the two of you are back in Jersey, there isn’t a surface in your apartment you haven’t christened. The kitchen counters, the couch, the rug on the floor in your living room, the little dining table you have that only fits two chairs although that’s all you need. He likes your apartment - likes being able to have you anywhere, any time, and be however loud he likes - your neighbours be damned.

He likes coming home from a game and you’re in bed with a spot reserved for him, when he comes out of the bathroom after freshening up and you’re sleepily lifting the covers for him to join you, and you wrap your limbs around him like a monkey and the two of you just fall asleep with whispered I love you’s because he’ll tell you about his game in the morning.

And he loves having a routine with you - loves getting up and making you a coffee and a toasted bagel while you shower, and you drink and eat with him before you’re rushing out to get to class - and every day, without fail, you rush back inside for “one more kiss” that turns into at least four and he’s walking you backwards, smiling into your persistent mouth, until he can wave you off at the door - and the last thing you get to see every morning is Luke stood in your doorway, hands up against the jamb until the veins pop in his arms, boxers slung low on his hips and a very promising smile that tells you later - later I’ll satisfy that very obvious hunger in your eyes. And he always follows through on that promise. When he doesn’t have a game, you get to come home to game highlights on your tv, loud enough that they carry through to your little kitchen, where you more or less always find him trying to put together something that will “refuel you” enough for all the ways he’s about to ruin you.

And you like that, too - having someone at home who wants to be there when you are, who cares if you’re well fed after a long day at school, after a longer than necessary commute because you wanted to live closer to him, so close that he’s honestly living with you before either of you realise enough to freak out about it. He goes home to his and Jack’s apartment sometimes, but during the season he wants to be as close as he can as often as he can, especially when roadies are taken into account.

And when he’s on the road, and he has a room to himself or a little privacy, he can usually go a few stop before he’s desperate enough to get himself off. He tries to do it straight in the middle of a trip, give himself time to build up to it and then give himself time to build up to a reunion. He has pictures and videos he can use, and they usually do the trick - he’s conscious if he’s away that he’s behind you in times and you might be asleep, but sometimes he needs to talk to you because it isn’t half as fun when you’re not chirping him mid orgasm. He’ll send a cautious text - you awake? - and you’ll usually call him within a minute. “You horny fucker.” You say when you light up the screen, a wry smile - one of his shirts that you deny you ever where when he’s gone stretched across your torso, the neck hole so loose that it’s hanging around your shoulder, and he’s gripping at his base and squeezing a little as he takes you in. “Miss you,” he shrugs like it’s a reasonable response, and the roll of your eyes sends a twinge straight between his legs. “Tell me about your day,” he says, because he doesn’t even need you to talk him through it, and the two of you haven’t caught up yet today. He pumps himself slowly until you can’t really ignore his little grunts anymore, and you’re asking him to flip the camera and he does, trying to ignore the sight of his leaking cock in the little rectangle in the corner, watching your reaction to it instead as he fists the length of it, a subtle flick of your eyes up and down in line with his own movements. “Fuck, Luke,” you whine, “Miss you too.” And he’ll tell you all the things he misses specifically - misses your hand, misses your mouth, misses pressing his nose into your hair in the morning and breathing you in, misses the way you snuggle into him, climb on top of him, kiss at his skin all the way down to the waistline of his briefs and nuzzle against the bulge beneath them, kissing him through the fabric until it’s too much to bear.

And then you’re moaning, and he hasn’t even realise how far gone you look, that little concentrated furrow in your brow, your bottom lip between your teeth, and he’s telling you to flip the camera.

Your hand is wrist deep under your panties, and you’re doing your best to angle the camera and carry on your handiwork, two slender fingers curling into the heat Luke could wax lyrical about all day. Tight and warm, wet and welcoming, he can’t wait to get home and take the reins.

“Tell me how it feels,” he says - and it’s sort of new territory, because he’s never seen you touch yourself before. He’s usually quick enough to do it for you if he’s around, and he doesn’t think you’ve gone this far on a call.

“Good,” you breathe out, and he’s picturing you with your neck craned, your head thrown back in pleasure. “Not as good as you, but good.”

“Yeah,” he’ll breathe back, like a blissed out sigh, because that’s exactly how he feels. Good, but not good enough. “Take ‘em off, let me see,” and his chest lurches a little at how quick you are to follow his orders. You kick off your panties and perch your phone past your legs, so he can see between them and he can see your reaction to the touch, and he sees how your fingers disappear, can hear how wet you are, and his own hand is moving faster, turned on by how you can get yourself off just by the memory of him at this point, without having to watch what he’s doing anymore. He isn’t quite as strong willed. He times his movements with yours, and it isn’t long before you’re both coming, your pretty moans coming through the phone and his strangled and restrained, because for some reason it’s different when he’s on his own and there’s the risk of a teammate hearing through hotel walls.

“Show me,” you say, and he already knows, flipping the camera to his tense stomach, where he’s slick with his own spend. He comes on you more than in you, probably, and you both just sort of like it that way. You like it on your face, knelt in front of him, eyes screwed shut to avoid anything going in them when his cock is spurting out healthy amounts against your skin, and he likes it on your folds, pulling out with just enough time to aim it there, or on your stomach, or your lower back and ass if you’re already on your front. He likes to watch it drip, you like to feel it, and when you’re apart, he guesses you like to see it, too.

And then you’re both a panting mess when you’re done, and he’ll huff out a groan of “one more week” and you’ll have to correct him like, “two, I’ll be on my period when you get back,” and he’s chewing on his bottom lip all nervous cos you haven’t had the conversation yet, but he’ll be like that doesn’t bother me you know, if it doesn’t bother you - and it opens up a whole new world for the two of you when he gets back, and it’s a lot more shower sex, and a lot more dry humping and a lot more slow, sensual movements with him on top and a towel laid out beneath you on your bed and you couldn’t love him any more than you do when he’s taking care of you after - all attentive and sweet and careful.

And you don’t know why it surprised you in the first place because Luke is experimental - he’ll try anything once, as evidenced by the fuck-it list in the summer where you two tried whatever positions you could reasonably get into together at the lake house with others around. He doesn’t mind you tying him up, thinks it’s cute when you cuff him places thinking that his hands are what he needs to feel you, but he isn’t that big on tying you up - thinks his word is enough to get you into submission, but he likes a blindfold - likes teasing you when you can’t see, and driving you crazy with every little touch - likes it when you do the same to him. When all he can feel is your breath, or your hair when it falls into his lap and makes him shudder.

And you pretty much have similar levels of experience so everything that’s new to you is new to him and you’re discovering it all together which he likes - doesn’t like thinking about you figuring out what makes you tick with someone else even if that’s a dickish thought to have.

He likes that he’s the first guy you ever fucked in the back of a car, likes that he’s the only guy you’ve ever snuck around in public with, likes that he’s the only one who’s ever actually overstimulated you - gone round after round until you can barely string a sentence together, like if it’s a couple days without a game and he’s got pent up energy and you’re all stressed from school and he thinks you need an outlet. No one else has ever got him like you have, and no one’s ever got you like him.

And overall I feel like intimacy with Luke goes way beyond sex - he loves being around you, loves laying up and watching movies with you even if you’re more prone to falling asleep on him when you’re back in school after the summer and his season is underway - loves having a hand creeping up the back of your shirt, or the legs of your sleep shorts, and just holding you with big hands, absentmindedly stroking at your soft skin. Loves nights in the summer when your skin is all shimmery from body oil and your legs tangle with his in the sheets and he wakes up a little glittery from where you’ve rubbed all over him. Loves holding your hand, loves playing with your fingers, tickling at your palms, loves when you do it back, and your fingers are scratching from his wrist to the inside of his elbow and back.

He loves taking care of you, loves plonking his hat on your head when you’re looking a little pink in the sun, or drawing little shapes with sunscreen onto your back hoping he can get an L to tan itself into your skin, loves helping you onto the boat, sitting you on his lap, buckling up your life jacket and kissing your nose when it’s done. He loves carrying your groceries up the stairs to your apartment and actually doing your grocery shopping for you when he knows you’ve not got a lot of time on your hands, helping you put it all away and noticing all the snacks you buy for him considering he practically lives there anyway.

He loves texting you, too. Loves double and triple texting you his every thought like you need to be clued in on his inner monologue, and loves when you send the same sort of stuff back. He has personal beef with the guy who sits behind you in class for smacking his gum too loud - calls him Gum Loser because having all these insights into the part of your life that doesn’t involve him makes him feel good.

And you send each other dumb selfies all the time that end up as contact pictures and lock screens. Yours is a close up of his face from below, and he’s doing something stupid with his mouth like puffing the air up into his top lip until his nostrils flare and you like it cos his eyes look super pretty in whatever light he’s under, his lashes fan out and you think it’s cute he looks a little like a fish or something.

And his is you sat across from him, one of the times he tried to teach you chess, your chin is in your palm, your feet resting on the chair and your knees bent up to your chest and you’re so focused on making the right move that you never noticed him taking the picture - and he loves it because you asked him to teach you, and you sat there and listened and learned, and he has a million pictures by now of you in bikinis and pretty dresses and his shirts, or just random selfies you sent him or pictures you asked him to take for your Instagram but he likes catching you off guard the most.

Loves taking pictures of you asleep to tease you with, and you do the same to him. And you take pictures of him doing the most mundane things just because you can - stood with his hands in his pockets in the line at the bookstore, trying to figure out which avocado looks the most ripe and ready at the grocery store, mid argument with one of his friends while he’s playing video games on your couch. And when you get to go to games you’re always sneaking to watch him in warm ups and he’s always trying not to fall or stumble when you’re there because lord knows you’ll chirp him as much as any of the guys will about it.

But Luke can’t go a day anymore without seeing you or speaking to you, and you’re pretty much the same. However you can get him, you’ll take him.

[miumura]

𖦹 ──── NI-KI AS YOUR ENEMY ! ⊹ ₊ ⟡ ⋆

( 엔하이픈 니키 ) ﹕ what it's like having ni-ki as your enemy

𝓹airing enemy!riki x gn!reader ⟡ 𝓰enre high school au ∿ academic rivals ∿ slight angst ∿ fluff-ish ⟡ 𝔀arnings ni-ki is a little mean ꕀ mentions of crying ꕀ ⟡ 𝔀ord count 1K+ ( 1011 )

𝓼oph’s 𝓷otes thank you so much for requesting — i’m truly sorry for the super long wait !! i really wanted to get back to my requests after putting them off for a while TT this is slightly different format from how i usually write hc requests, but i still do hope you enjoy it regardless !! ⟡

ENEMY NI-KI who started this unnecessary "beef" with you way back in elementary school for reasons you barely remembered—something about what little riki had told you. and even so, with his ongoing nasty behavior—as you would've liked to describe it—you decided to keep him firmly in the enemy category, feeding the rivalry as much as he did.

ENEMY NI-KI who simply refused to leave you alone, seemed to thrive on getting under your skin. nothing brought him more satisfaction than watching your lips curl down into a frown, knowing he had successfully pushed your buttons once again.

ENEMY NI-KI who couldn’t hide his annoyance every time you outdid him—which, to his frustration, you always seemed to manage. you never gave him a moment to savor his accomplishments, always securing that one spot above him. though both of you claimed it didn’t matter, it soon became a competition—each of you secretly determined to prove who could do better.

ENEMY NI-KI who never failed to shoot you a mean glare whenever you rolled your eyes and scoffed, only to find himself unconsciously mirroring your reaction.

ENEMY NI-KI who can't resist messing with your things—scribbling in your notebook or knocking your items off the table whenever your attention drifts elsewhere. every time he’s forced to sit next to you, he makes it his mission to push you away, hoping you’ll move seats. but, with nothing more than a few mumbled curses, you always brush it off, which only fuels his determination to see how much you could take before snapping.

ENEMY NI-KI who throws an exaggerated fit when the teacher pairs you together for a project, all because you happened to be sitting next to him—like he couldn’t have just moved to avoid it. as much as you hated the situation, you could at least tolerate it… unlike him, who just couldn't suck it up.

ENEMY NI-KI who was just annoying enough that you drew an invisible line between the shared space, instantly sparking a back-and-forth about rules and boundaries—just to get through the project without biting each other’s heads off. and as much as ni-ki would've liked to ignore it all, you strangely complied with the ridiculous rules he made up on the spot, forcing him to stick to them too.

ENEMY NI-KI who despite his reluctance, the hours spent in your company left him noticing the little habits you had—details that irritated him at first but somehow became things he couldn’t help but pay attention to.

ENEMY NI-KI who let a small smile slip when he saw how happy you were over the perfect score on your assignment together—something he quickly caught himself doing. His expression hardened almost immediately, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. Smiling because of you? It was just a moment of weakness, he told himself. Nothing more.

ENEMY NI-KI who finally managed to push you past your breaking point, leaving you so frustrated that all you could do was cry in anger. he stood there, completely caught off guard by your reaction, as if he hadn’t realized just how much his usual snide remarks had escalated—this time sharper, more aggressive, and far meaner than before. for once, he found himself speechless, unsure how to handle the mess he’d unintentionally created.

ENEMY NI-KI who couldn’t help but panic when you were absent for several days in a row, his mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusion—that it was his fault. the guilt gnawed at him, and before he knew it, he was awkwardly approaching your friends, asking where you were. his excuse? the teachers had asked him to check in since you were his seatmate, of course. but deep down, he knew that wasn’t the full truth. even so…it was normal for him to feel worried about you, right?

ENEMY NI-KI who felt an immense weight lift off his shoulders the moment he saw you walk into the classroom again. you quietly took your seat beside him without a word, and even though you were still avoiding eye contact, the relief washed over him. he eventually found out you had just been sick, but for some reason, he felt the urge to make up for all the snide comments and teasing. it was as if your absence had made him realize he wasn’t quite as indifferent as he pretended to be.

ENEMY NI-KI who suddenly toned down his usual insults, leaving you suspicious. while he still said a thing or two, it wasn’t with the same edge as before, making you question whether something had changed. truthfully, ni-ki didn’t want to hurt you like he had before. though he hated the thought of apologizing, this was his small, reluctant way of trying to make things right, even if it was just a quarter of an effort to make amends.

ENEMY NI-KI who becomes overly cautious around you, claiming it’s just to avoid your fuss from last time. but despite his supposed indifference, he starts noticing the little things you do. to his surprise, he catches himself mimicking those same things around his own friends, realizing that maybe you’ve gotten under his skin more than he thought.

ENEMY NI-KI who accidentally let slip a comment about noticing something new about your appearance, only to quickly backtrack and cover it up by saying it looked odd on you. even though he tried to hide it, his words betrayed his real thoughts, leaving you both a little flustered by the interaction.

ENEMY NI-KI who finally, genuinely but awkwardly, apologized to you during another forced group assignment. the timing was far from ideal, but the sincerity in his voice was undeniable. when you managed to accept his apology—whether you truly meant it or just wanted to focus on the task at hand—he felt an odd sense of relief.

ENEMY NI-KI who after seeing you smile, a rare sight for him, stirred something strange yet calming within him. for once, as you both worked together, there was a brief moment of peace between the two of you, and that weird feeling lingered inside him longer than he expected.

💬 : is this the start of me writing enemy!enha more often 🧐 spoiler alert — enemy!sunghoon has also been requested, so expect some time soon 🤭 if you want another member … or a specific dynamic … drop by in my inbox 👀

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[medullamindset]

hii do u think u could perhaps do daisuke dating headcanons😓😓 can be sfw or nsfw

Yes hehehehhegeheheggeeee

The hc's are divided into general / relationship / NSFW ✦

CW: brief mention of drinking and smoking weed, uhmmmmm that's abt it?

GENERAL HC'S

✿   • 23 years old. (not sure of his birth year since it isn't established wether MW takes place in the future or the past or what)

✿   • Hes 1/2 japanese, 1/4 hispanic and 1/4 fillipino but either isn't spoken as much as english in his house so he never really picked up on the languages, knows bits and pieces tho. His mother is Japanese and his Father is Hispanic/Filipino but they met in america.

✿   • Loves all kinds of music, cannot stick to one genre for the life of him. Reggae, Pop, Techno, Metal, Country, Dad-rock, disco, experimental everything all the way to punk he doesn't care!!!! Hes dancing to all of the above, flailing his arms around and jumping like a madman

↑ I feel like some of his favorite artists would be The Cave Singers, Wooden Shjips, Gorillaz, Björk (that includes her ex-bands like K.U.K.L. and The Sugarcubes), NIN, Ariel Pink, Guns N' Roses, Ramones, RHCP and uhhh yeah just a shit load of contrast basically LOL

✿ • Chronic sims 4 player. He'll be hunched over his laptop for hours putting his poor sims through the most brutal shit and trying the most insane challenges.

His laptop is literally breathing like a dragon with all the mods he downloads-

✿   • Knows the FNAF lore by heart. He tried to be one of the Cool Kids™️ in middle school but enjoyed participating in a few "cringe" interests with the Weird Kids™️ from time to time.

✿   • Was lowkey a bit ignored by his classmates growing up. He was "too girly" for the boys and "too boyish" for the girls. So he was kinda bouncing back and forth, stuck in the middle.

✿   • Swears he'd never date a man but had so many male fictional crushes as a kid, you couldn't waterboard that info out of him but he's definetly a closeted bisexual.

✿   • Monster Energy enthusiast, drinks it like coffee. He'll complain about a headache and everything if he hasn't drank one in a while.

Loves fizzy drinks in general, he's team Dr. Pepper 😎

✿   • Has a few friends(?) That treat him kinda shitty cuz hes so gullible, think of 'em kinda like Tony, Cook, Sid and Chris from Skins UK. Cracking jokes at his expense and pretending to care abt him.. Or maybe they do but just have a really weird way of showing it❓

He goes home a little butthurt every time but doesn't wanna "be a baby" so he rarely makes a thing of it.

✿   • Ok so, i feel like ppl take the "And then theres that teeny bopper thinking only with his downstairs longnose." Dialogue from Swansea to the extreme. Cuz Swansea is usually very pessimistic and dramatic in his dialogue. Daisuke might aswell just have been complaining abt how hard it is to date on a freaking space freighter and how badly he wanted a lovelife while repairing something and Swansea decided to make a snarky/sarcastic remark abt it like he does on other occasions in game. "Capitano! Man with the plan!", "Let's hear it for Wake Rock!", "think i can already feel the ship rumb-a-tumbling through space." Ect.

Or maybe he is just a gooner i mean whaddo i know 🤷‍♀️ (pls don't attack me goonsuke fans)

✿   • Doesn't really drink that much when hes out, he'll have something if everyone else is but he rarely gets drunk-drunk. Hes a sentimental one but thats a secret shhhhh.

✿   • has tried smoking weed too but inhaled it wrong and nearly threw up from how hard he was coughing, his face was beet red for the rest of the night, 50% from the coughing, 50% from embarrassment. His friends get him into alot of stupid shit.

✿ • Talks to inanimate objects all the time and rarely thinks twice about it, like he'll bump into a table and say "sorry" or "excuse me", but if it was particularily hard on a sharp edge he'll go "owwUHH!!😠 You bitch...💔"

↑ Holding the drinks in the car still when he makes a sharp turn and saying something like "Hold on tight, Ladies." With a smirk.

↑ Tells his dishes it's "bath time!" and asked "may i take your coats?🧐" One time when peeling garlic.

✿ • Speaking of garlic he helps his mom around in the kitchen alot when making dinner, hes secretly a really good cook from just watching and learning through her but doesn't really like doing it all that much so it never lives up to its full potential. His dad is a bit scary in the kitchen on the other hand so he stays behind him lol

✿ • I headcanon his parents to be very like-..? They try to be supportive of him and encourage him to "try that" or "check out that job application" but on an emotional level they're a bit harder to get through to. Hes convinced they're dissapointed in him 24/7 what with how his mom called him a slacker. But they just want what's best for him.

He knows he'll never be like them. Just like Swansea said, hes not an ace student, career workhorse or a force of ambition. He doubts he'll ever bring in the big bucks. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to try. Hes just lost.

✿ • Hes had multiple low-paying jobs before the Tulpar like record store employée, Video store, ice cream stand or fast food employée. Top burger flipper Dai 😎🍔 but always manages to get fired somehow 🤕

✿ • That pink hawaiian shirt is just one out of dozens. He just likes them so much, each one is different from the other in color and pattern and he audibly gasps with exitement when he finds a new treasure at his local thrifts. They're literally all he wears. Hawaiian shirt, jeans, tee and jewelry. Every day. Maybe a hoodie over in the winter.. But don't mistake him for an outfit repeater.

✿ • Has been bleaching his hair since he was 20, went full yellow-ish blonde the first time but liked the outgrown roots look better.

Needs help with the back desparately 😭🙏

✿ • Had blue hair at one point as a kid and also shaved his whole head at 16 when he was feeling angsty and regretted it like crazy a week later ☠️

✿ • Wants more ear piercings SO BAD but feels shitty asking his parents for money. Grown ass man..

Lowkey also wants an eyebrow piercing but is afraid of it rejecting or getting ripped out somehow (same).

✿ • wears the most fuckass socks under those boots. Bro ONLY has silly patterned socks. Bananas, dinosaurs, stripes, stars, minecraft, spiderman, flowers, cats, literally anything.

RELATIONSHIP HC'S

✿ • Constantly wonders why you're dating him. Like you're just so cool and pretty and hes just "meh" in his eyes. He is so ready for you to dump him for some hung, beefy biker any second the first three months of your relationship.

✿ • Looks to you for your opinion all the time before deciding something. Sometimes it's just "Does this shirt look good??" But other times he really has to double check with you before making a big decision. He undermines himself quite often, he doesn't realize how smart and independent he actually is or could be. Dissmissing his thoughts to hear yours.

Thats when u have to try and mindfuck slash convince him into trusting his own intuition.

✿ • Loves watching you do your makeup (if u wear any). He'll just be sat behind you and watching everything you do in the mirror. Guesses what the products are before you use them.

↑ Wants u to kiss him all over after applying lipstick.

"But, baby, it'll stain :("

"Yes please!" *points to cheek.*

↑ Also begs you to do his eyeliner from time to time when you're going out. Adores the way you hold his jaw and stare at him in focus.

✿ • if you do piercings or are like "in training" hes begging YOU to do the piercings for him ‼️ "Please baby, please, i'llSuckIt,I'llBuyTicketsToThatConcertNextMonth,I'llBuyYouANewCar,I'llDoAnythingJust PLEASEEE pierce my rook!!!!" Hes literally on his knees with his hands clasped together.

↑ if you're not a pro tho, getting pierced together is definetly a date idea. You'd have a jar with the words "PiErciNG cAsH" scribbled on it standing proudly in your kitchen that you both drop money into regularily.

↑ puts on a brave face when the needle comes but bro has the lowest pain tolerance ever. Fainted once. You had to feed him kitkats till he could stand up.

NSFW HC'S

✿ • Is a virgin but not completely clueless, hes come close to losing his virginity before but both he and the other person pussied out. Got a handjob once tho!

He knows where the clit is from watching porn el oh el

✿ • Has moles all over, not just his face. He has a few on his arms and back but the most noticable(prettiest) ones are the ones on his chest and stomach <3 allllll the way down to his pubic bone.

i need to draw that..

✿ • LOVEEEESSS HICKEYS. Giving and receiving, he just can't help himself. Wears those purple bruises PROUDLY and can't wait for you to leave new ones once they've faded.

Loves seeing you with them too, it's just such an ego boost when he pulls back and sees you littered in them for everyone to see and know. But if you really don't want them to be anywhere visible he'll be like urgghhhh fiiinee.

You always have atleast one hickey somewhere with Daisuke as ur boyfriend.

✿ • Likes cowgirl, but his fav position is missionary, he gets so lost in the sause when fucking you dude. Whining and gasping into the crook of your neck as he tries not to bust early, stopping his agonizing pace every once in a while to grind his hips into yours, trying to dig himself as deep as possible before picking his pace back up again.

✿ • Pretty average in size, like 5-6 inches and girthy, his tip is like a #cc8976 and his cum is actually not that bad, he drinks alot of water. like ALOT. Hes literally a human fountain

✿ • is a chatterbox in the sheets, cringes a bit at dirtytalk but like "accidental dirtytalk" when hes inside you MFHH. Babbling about how good u feel. No degredation is flying out his trap 'round here.

- "Mnhh, fuckk.. Feel so good, baby.. I'm close-..!"

- "You're so wet,.. Mfhh-.. Hah.. This wet all 'cause of me, babe?"

- "God you're so hot-!! Hahh.. How could i get so lucky? Hm-?.."

✿ • Is a bit silly on impulse sometimes, hes the type to smile and wave at you if you look back at him during doggy hehehahGJDH

He'll apologize profusely after, trying to supress his giggles when you call him a fucking moron KSJAHSBD

OR

*taps on your ass like a keyboard and inserts his dick*

"I'm in. 🧑‍💻"

Hehe i love silly sex

✿ • He loves cumming inside you so much, holds resentment towards condoms cuz they prevent him from doing so. He likes it RAW and without restraints!! But he respects you and your wishes so if you really want him to wear one he'll suck it up lol

✿ • Hes a munch, but honestly he just loves having his mouth on you in general. Getting sloppy with your sex, kissing up your stomach, latching onto your tits and sucking on your neck.

God just imagine him tucking his hair behind his ears lazily before going to town MEOWWWWWWW

✿ • Needs reassurance. It kinda borders on praise kink(?) but generally he just wants to know if hes doing good. If he sees even the slightest bit of boredom or discomfort on your face hes pulling away immediately to double check.

Once again with the whole "accidental dirtytalk" thing. He'll ask you something, genuienly seeking confirmation.. But he just says it so out of breath and whiny it sounds borderline filthy sometimes.

- "That the spot, baby?"

- "This ok?" / "You like that?" / "Right there, babe?"

He just wants to please you :((

Sigh..

Click

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[saphiccarma]

chef rio x manager agatha x server reader

they would be so cruel oh my gosh

SFW HC

They were both mean in their own ways.

Rio in berating you whenever you were late to grab food from the kitchen.

Agatha just because she felt like it.

You had a more of an antagonistic relationship with Rio, constant bickering, a back and forth with very few compliement.s

But with Agatha, she was mean and strict, yes, but she also added in thinly veiled compliments.

They both were in a secret relationship, but you were able to pick up on the subtle ques

Agatha loved to make you stay late or work extra shifts, always giving you a slight lip and promising overtime.

Rio had her soft moments.

You had a panic attack in the back once, shaking as you curl in on yourself.

It had been a long day, overwhelming and several of your tables had been pompous bitches and dicks.

She helped you calm down and let you sit in the back for a while with a plate of food.

"You're still going back to work," she said gruffly, pretending not to care, "But get yourself together first."

Agatha smokes, something that mostly everyone who works there knows.

You were outside on your break, trying to cool off when she offered you a smoke.

You hadn't smoked before, yet you felt a desperate need to impress her, so you took the cigarrete.

NSFW HC

Agatha was the one who intiated something sexual first.

It started off slow, a hand on your hip as she guided you to the back, trailing her fingers along your jaw, brushing her knee against yours

The first time she fucked you, it was in her office, over the desk with her fingers and slapping your ass until it was red before she forced you to go back out to work.

When Agatha had forced you to stay overtime once, Rio then proceeded to make you clean the kitchen with her.

She picked you up, set you on the counter, and ate you out until you came all over the freshly cleaned surface.

Once, they placed a bluetooth vibrator inside you while you were working.

It would get turned up with you were taking orders, making your thighs shake and voice coming out in weak whimpers.

After maybe half an hour you stormed into Agatha's office, thighs pressed together and lips pursed.

"I- I can't," you whine, shaking your head, "Too much."

She scoffs, sitting on the edge of her desk and stands to come close. "You can and you will. You still have work to do." She slaps your ass before sending you back out.

Rio cornered you when you went to the bathroom to try and relieve yourself.

"Naughty girl," she cooed, grabbing your wrist as you tried to reach into your panties, "Be a good girl and wait until the end of shift."

Their favorite thing was being utterly mean while you working and seeing how long you could take it.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I've love your headcannons!

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of macaque x fem reader who can fight. Like she can literally take him on in a sparring match? I'd like to think he would underestimate her at first and then afterward be like, oh crap this girl can fight?!

☆ A Match Made In The Sparring Ring — Macaque x Fem Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Macaque was always pretty confident when it came to battles, and to be fair he had good reason to be. He's a legendary warrior, someone who's gone up to immortals and won against them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 So when he met you, he was obviously pretty suspicious whenever you challenged him to a fight. It seemed like an easy ego booster, so he accepted the offer and said you could start as soon as possible

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At first, he really did have the upper hand, or at least it seemed like it. You were able to get the upper hand eventually, overturning one of his moves and managing to get a good hit in. The shadow monkey was stunned, and that was what gave you your advantage

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The match was called after you'd gotten in a good restrictive hold on him, and Macaque grumbled while dusting himself off. He immediately began asking where you learned to do that kind of fighting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You two chatted for quite a while, exchanging tips and analyzing each other with your responses. Macaque was fun to talk to, to the point where the conversation was able to go for hours between you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Macaque eventually had his attitude melt away a bit, bantering back and forth with you. He mentioned maybe you'd get a kick out of stepping up to a certain orange-furred king, if you thought you could take it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 There was something about the fact that you'd had such prowess that stayed with Macaque for quite a while, even after he finished talking to you for the day. Sure it was unusual for him to lose, but it was impressive that you'd managed to pull it off

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It really had been quite a while since he'd been able to feel a real challenge with someone. You had potential, something he wanted to make sure wouldn't go to waste. Maybe this could be better for the both of you. You needed a partner, he needed an opponent to look forward to

[sunniepoo]

Would it be a lot to req a little stepbro!jj or stebro!rafe drabble/hcs/blurbs whatever whatever they're so <33

i dont rlly have a pref/idea of anything u wanna write BUT ive been thinking of cockwarming or public humiliation or something mmegvhhsgj

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

it started of so so innocent, just some quality time with your new older brother, scrolling through the movie catalogue and finding some shitty horror movie to watch in the spare time “m’telling you i could for suuure act better than that guy” the blonde commentates, hand stroking gently at the sides of your waist as you sit on his leg, back resting comfortably on his chest

you couldn’t help but laugh at the ongoing commentary of the shitty 80’s horror movie running on the old tv. these kind of days were your favourite, just being with him and no one else - he always knew how to make you feel okay, whether it be a few kisses to your cheek or a few kisses to your pussy

“jayj he isn’t even that bad” you argue, head turning to look at the troublesome blond beneath you “ you’re just sayin’ that cause you think he’s cute” his hands go up to wave in the air as he retaliates. oh his hands! the same hands that were waving carelessly in the air catch your eyes

“i like your bracelet” in all fairness you did like his bracelet, it was just as interesting as the beauty that was his hands- they were so rough but so gentle, caressing you oh so softly! your mind moved before your body, grabbing them and pulling them closer to you, resting them against your stomach as you traced the length of his calloused fingers

“you sure it’s the bracelet” it was hard for the troublesome boy to hold back the smirk that contorted his face as he shifts his focus, eyes focusing on your movements. the cheeky glint in your eyes couldn’t be missed as you mumble out a soft ‘yeah’ in response

“hm? i don’t know why but m’having a hard time believing that”

the hand that rested on your stomach encapsulated by your own was dragged down, left to slowly toy with waistband of your pyjama shorts “don’t know why you would think that jay” you know you shouldn’t have done it, you told yourself you would stop, you both would stop but your body acted before your mind could intervene, pushing his hand in your shorts as your rock back and forth against him

“please” the whimper didn’t help make your plea sound any less pathetic as the blonde looks at you knowingly

“jus’ cause you asked nicely” he teases before rubbing circles around your clit, causing for a soft wet patch to form on your pants. it was bad, you knew it was but you couldn’t help it - he just knew what made you all sticky and wet

the gentle hand that dragged across your face, gripped you closer to him - mouths meeting to clash sloppily against each other, eager to be close to him “jay please-” it was hard to ignore the ache that begged for him, all of his length nestled in you “m’need more”

“s’kay your big brother’s gotcha” the reassuring words only caused you to grow more needy, rocking against him even more eagerly “know just how to make you feel good… don’t i?” the question falls flat on your ears as you struggle against him, body desperate for some friction “hm? c’mon good girls answer”

“yes yes yes…just want you in me jayj” you blubber, needy to have the older boy inside your cunt. as the words fall form your mouth, the blonde rushes to pull down his pants- lifting you up with no effort as the lets his throbbing dick spring free

he’s quick to usher your shorts down, easing himself inside you - burying himself as deep as possible, you couldn’t miss the creamy ring formed sprung the base of him, as small amounts of precum coat your walls

“fuck fuck fuck” a mixture of his curses and your moans fill the room, “feels so good jay” you couldn’t help but comment as fall back against him, soaking in his warmth “i know cutie” the laugh that comes out more breathy than he intends

“c’mon we got like an hour left of this crap” he points to the movie that was long forgotten in front of the both you. you were in bliss, filled to the brim with your favourite pair of arms wrapped around you

jj on the other hand spent the better part of the hour trying not blow his load inside you as your velvety walls pulsed around him, safe to say it was a long hour

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

[unknownati]

Hello, Sunshine!

First of all, I loooove your writing. Like, *chef kiss*

Ok, so: since Arcane 2 came out i've been obssessed with Ekko, so (if u can and are okay with it) I was wondering if you could write something about him with an s/o who has very bad periods? Personally, I'm someone who has bad periods (I'm talking irritability, lower-back pain, vomiting...) and I would really appreciate it if you could write it ❤

Thank you!

viii. ekko x afab!reader w/ bad periods (hcs)

a/n: first of all, SUNSHINE 😭😭😭😭 anyone else who makes a request you MUST call me sunshine

second, thank u!! i hope u like this as well 🫶🏾

third, i'm working on the current reqs i have, so they are coming if you submitted one. i also have some other ones on the side of my own that i'll be dropping as well ^_^ i mainly do write at night, so if they take a while that is why.

warnings/tags: not fem!reader at all! literally just for anyone w/ a period lol, no use of y/n, no description of reader's physical features, nonsexual intimacy, just fluff! 🙋🏾‍♀️, writing this made me realize my periods may be worse than i thought

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-carries pads and/or tampons in his OWN bag/pockets 😭 you're like, "ugh, i think i started," and he sucks his teeth, discreetly sliding you one.

-before you started living together, he kept a separate cabinet in his bathroom open just for you. same brand of pads/tampons you like, a heating pad, pain killers, and fresh towels.

-started paying attention to your cravings and keeps those stocked up, too.

-does NOT let you go on firelight patrol/missions while you're on your period. insists you rest up until it's over.

-he got a pull-out couch from scar that he didn't want anymore and made it super comfy for you— stuffed the cushions extra, got you a weighted blanket, extra pillows, everything.

-then he put it right in his work room.

-he wanted to make sure he could keep you comfortable, even while he was busy.

-he basically made it a corner for you, with a little snack bin, a huge canteen of water, and a bucket if you ever needed to throw up.

-if you have long hair, he rushes behind you to hold or tie your hair back while you vomit so nothing gets in it.

-hearing you trudge in and groan as you throw yourself onto that couch is always bittersweet—he loves your company, but hates that you're in pain.

-he cannot help dropping multiple bad jokes (that you probably won't laugh at, cuz ain't shit funny right now)

-has absolutely said "it's uter-US" before and you could not tell if he was joking or not

-i fully believe that ekko can and will THROW DOWN in the kitchen for you.

-give that boy a speaker for some music and a stove and you will somehow have a 5 star meal in a few hours.

-he is sometimes a little clumsy though and manages to burn a few things because he's too busy using a spoon as a microphone. you scolding him for it never gets old.

-will rush to finish his work, or sometimes even abandon it to come cuddle you to sleep.

-"everything hurts," you grumble, his weight making the bed dip a little when he climbs in. his arms were around you in the blink of an eye.

he's littering your cheeks and neck with kisses, the tenderness of them making your entire body relax. he leaves only when he hears your breathing slow and low snores fill the air. it takes him a moment to force himself to get up and get back to work.

-leaves little gifts and drawings lying around to make you feel better. little drawing of you here, small box of dark chocolate there, little things like that.

-sits in the shower or bath with you, his chin resting on your shoulder while you lean against his chest.

-if you're showering together, he'll gently sway back and forth with you. he's gotten used to how boiling hot you like your showers, especially during your period, so now it's nothing to him.

-if you're in the bath together, his fingers will dance along your shoulders and chest, the small laughs that you produce literally sending him to heaven and back. his voice, hushed, utters praises into your ear.

he would have been the one to run the bath as well, pouring extra soap and epsom salts in there to relax your body (and his muscles).

-simply put, ekko's love for you is LOUD. hardly stated, but always felt.

[hiscalliope]

beach date with luigi head canons ⋆☀︎.

warning: some smut themes here, only talk of getting horny really, since i'm basing these hcs in a public beach setting i didn't want to get too freaky. however i may opt to do some beach house hcs in the near future and i could very well go full smut bonanza there.

⋆☀︎. the two of you live near a beach town so beach dates are almost every week during the summer. driving an hour on his prius overlooking all of the lustrous trees and marveling at all of the quaint, peaceful looking beach homes. car speaker playing "falling" by chase atlantic. luigi momentarily takes his hand of the steering wheel to give your cheek a playful little pinch as your mind is lost, absorbing the vibe of the music and the sight ahead.

⋆☀︎. right before reaching the beach's grounds, luigi pulls into the parking lot of a coffee shop so he can get his girl her caffeine fix. he's always poking fun at her caffeine dependence. "Okay sleepy head, let's go get your triple shot caramel cold foam double dip whatever so you can look more alive"

⋆☀︎. "asshole!" stomping your foot in mock offense. "what if i told you i didn't want a caramel cold brew today and i actually want a matcha?"

⋆☀︎. "a matcha?" giving you a very drama queen eye roll, shaking both of his hands in the air in "shock", "what are you trying to do? be one with mother earth today?"

⋆☀︎. you and luigi get back in the car after he paid for your matcha and his iced hibiscus tea (no sweetener which you side eye him heavily for), finishing out the ten minutes left in the ride to the beach. despite all the teasing, the love is in the air. the smell of the ocean noticeable. you roll your window down, letting the breeze in. reaching out for his hand and interlocking your fingers. his gentle thumb caresses soothing. [music playing: saturn by sza]

⋆☀︎. once you get to the beach and spend way too long looking for a proper parking spot, the two of you reach the boardwalk taking it all in. the first of many beach visits this summer. he helps you lay down the beach towel on the sand since its a little windy and it blows away easily. he pretends sand gets in his eye and starts mock crying, you actually fall for it, even though you know he's absolutely capable of a stunt like that. once he sees that you're properly worried and on the verge of tears, he drops the act. laughing, pecking you repeatedly on the cheek, tell you not to worry, it was all a joke.

⋆☀︎. luigi rubs a banana scented sunscreen on your back, his hands applying pressure, not necessarily in a seductive way, but you find yourself feeling your nipples pebble slightly. his touch on your shoulders, trailing their way to your spine, down the small of it and down to your ass where he applies a dollop of sunscreen. he rubs the sunscreen in a circular motion, tracing the circumference of each cheek, making a little squeezing motion to end the sunscreen application.

⋆☀︎. "babe, i'm gonna smell like one of those fake banana candies i used to eat as a kid" he comments as you position yourself behind to apply sunscreen on his back. your touch is gentle, taking the time to make sure the sunscreen is properly blended into his skin. you massage all the way down to the base of his spine, taking extra care over his spinal surgery scar, knowing the importance of keeping any scarring shielded from the sun's harmful rays. whispering in his ear after you're done "yeah baby but guess what? you'll be my little candy. one i can lick and eat all day and all night, no cavity risk"

⋆☀︎. the way you two constantly go back and forth between teasing each other, comforting each other, making each other blush and stammer (like you did to luigi right then and there with that beautifully delivered line) is magical. just like there are times where it seems that the only thing both of you do is chatter like teenage girls, there are times in which the both of you are quiet, simply enjoying the pleasure of each other's company.

⋆☀︎. each of you had a book packed for the beach trip. "problematic summer romance" by ali hazelwood, an age gap summer romance set in sicily, was your book pick and his book pick was "hail mary project" by andy weir, a story about a man, a sole survivor of a last chance mission who suffers from amnesia and cannot remember what his human saving mission entailed. "lu, why are you reading such a drab book on the beach. the beach is for fun, for friendship, for romance!!" you say, manically waving your copy of problematic summer romance in the air.

⋆☀︎. "sweetheart, why would i read romance when i'm already living out a romance better than any book could offer me?" god, this man knows how to get a blush out of you. more crimson than one of luigi's sunburns when you're not around to give him sunscreen. "what? don't tell me i made you blush! come here sweetheart" he extends his arm out and you cuddle for a couple of hours, taking small breaks to ask each other questions about your respective books.

⋆☀︎. trust that luigi has lunch for both of you packed and ready to go. caprese sandwiches, extra balsamic glaze and some prosciutto on yours, just the way you like it. some of the balsamic glaze ends up on the corners of your mouth, he scoops it up with his thumb, offering it to you to lick it. you suck the remaining balsamic glaze off his thumb, giving his thumb a slight graze with your teeth, nothing that would actually hurt. "sweetheart, don't... don't look at me like that." "what? oh my god luigi i wasn't even trying to make you feel any type of way i'm just eating the balsamic! you literally offered it to me!"

⋆☀︎. after putting your matching star wars anakin and padme bookmarks in your books, you decide to head out to the ocean for a swim, you grip onto luigi's forearm for dear life. entering ocean water for the first time every single beach visit always triggered your easily startled side. upon feeling the ice cold water run past your past, you shiver dramatically and all luigi does is roll his eyes and smirk, knowing that in a couple of minutes you'll adjust to the water's temperature. "luigi, please i don't wanna go too deep." "sweetheart, it's gonna be fine, i'm right here, i'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

⋆☀︎. he knows you're anxious about the general unpredictability of ocean water so he doesn't do anything he'd normally do if he's out there with his guy friends (like tackle each other into the water), he keeps a tight grip on your hand and just floats about with you, using the time to have a chat about literally anything. after a bit of talking, you catch a bit of a shift in his facial expression, his eyes trailing from your lips, down your neck to your collarbone to your bikini top bound tits. by chance, you shift you knee slightly, feeling his hardened cock in his swim trunks.

⋆☀︎. "baby? are you....? oh my GAWD!" cupping your hands over your mouth, you're hysterical with laughter. all you did was talk very animatedly about the entire plot of "the summer i turned pretty" and now luigi is magically bricked up? luigi closes his eyes and sighs in resignation. "was it when i said that belly dates jeremiah after conrad but then leaves jeremiah for conrad again that got you all bricked up?" "just... my god. i'm having a moment obviously. i'd appreciate it if you didn't broadcast it. thanks sweetheart" tone laced with the type of sarcasm only barely contained panic can induce.

⋆☀︎. at around five in the evening, with the sun just about to start setting, you and luigi decide to call it a day at the beach and head back to the car to begin the trip back home. you're still bustling with energy from the swim and still feeling quite playful from teasing your boyfriend over his little situation (which thankfully he was able to calm himself down from, in reality in was seeing you in all your sun kissed glory, giggling and talking about your fave show at the minute). bed chem by sabrina carpenter playing out of the car speaker as you drive away from the beach.

⋆☀︎. 𝄞 "who's the cute guy with the wide blue eyes and the big bad mm? like" 𝄞 fist is held up to your mouth as if it were a microphone, you're swaying around from side to side on the passenger seat, luigi side eyeing you and laughing at your antics. "babe! let's put on one of your picks! i feel like we've been playing all my stuff today." [a/n: i was so tempted to put agni kai lol] forrest gump by frank ocean is his pick, you reach over playing with his neck chain.

⋆☀︎. "ooohhh, this song's really good! it sounds like cafe music! oh babe, i want another matcha" "alright buttercup let's go get you another matcha." this time you opted to go through the cafe's drive through instead of getting out of the car. luigi didn't get himself anything this time since the one herbal tea he had that morning was all he really wanted and he didn't do caffeine at all. but he did still pay for your drink, the smile on your face was payment enough for him.

⋆☀︎. california by beebadoobee plays as you drive down the freeway, the sky a mix of pink and orange as the sun is noticeably going down. clutching your matcha, you turn to him, feeling rather sentimental all of a sudden (although truth be told, you always liked to thank him for taking you out, you were always afraid the sincere gratefulness for everything would somehow be lost in all the teasing and bickering) "i had an awesome time today baby. thank you for this, i needed it and you needed it i'm sure".

⋆☀︎. he gave you a small grin and reached to grab your thigh. "i've told you already, you don't have to thank me for things like this. this is what we do, spend time with each other. you're my favorite person, i genuinely wouldn't have this any other way". you pout your lips dramatically at him and bat your eyes "asshat, don't make me cry right now." "yeah, i love you too"

⋆☀︎. once the matcha was consumed, empty container resting in the cup holder and after some more staring out the window, your eyes finally shut, the last thoughts in your mind before sleep claimed you was how incredibly lucky you were to have a man who was so down to earth, so humble, so caring, so willing to love without asking for anything in return, so incredibly considerate of others. his beautiful curls, his gorgeous eyes, his driving right now, hands always on the steering wheel, making sure the both of you arrived home safely.

⋆☀︎. he sees you asleep on the passenger seat and smiles to himself. the ray of light in his life, someone he can truly be himself around and say whatever comes to his mind. the girl that always challenges him and drives him nuts. scanning your beautiful face, he spots specks of sand in your hair. your freckles, your lashes, your hair that's been lightened by the sun in certain areas. all his. "sleep, sweetheart. i'll get ya home in no time." go your own way by fleetwood mac and i'm yours by jason mraz playing as he finishes the rest of the drive home.

[author's note: hey there lovelies! hope you enjoyed these as much as i enjoyed writing them. i'm down to right beach house headcanons later on. i just kind of wrote this to set the tone for fluffy/lightly smutty luigi vibes for the summer. im sure you've noticed i put some music in here and its because summer is usually the season of music for me, love music more in the summer. <3 @mangionebabymama @fligniuz @palmersluvr @gigimangione @mangionesdoll @daydreamingwithluigi @mangobabygirl @luiluvr