#normalize calling men pretty pls

[litwhorees]

The pistons won the draft based on looks alone 🤩

Jaden is pretty and Jalen is 90s fine

Via

[codtrashsammy]

oh no i'm having more soft Ghoap thoughts

okokko this is more of a little ficlet thing but it makes my lil heart happy so enjoy <3

also y'all i do not be editing these. at all. I just be throwin shit down on paper and making my brain produce dopamine.

if you all have any requests though pls feel free to drop into my ask box <3 I will gladly write whatever. I'm sure i'll come up with rules eventually, but rn I'm pretty open-minded and can't think of much I would refuse <3

You're waltzing around your apartment, half asleep but with a tired smile on your face. Johnny comes back today, after all, and of course that means Simon will be coming too! You've been dating Johnny exclusively for a few months now. Sure, sometimes Simon will hold your hand, or pull you in for a hug. And sure, sometimes Simon sits with you in the early mornings on the balcony while you drink a warm drink, and he smokes a cigarette- looking at you with rapt attention and soft eyes, hanging onto every word you say. Okay, and maybe he calls you 'love' and 'darling' but he's British, so it's probably normal. But it's entirely platonic- you're at least 78% sure, and plus only Johnny had asked you out- so you have to stay loyal to him even if you do feel something for the bigger brute.

But! You need to get your ass into gear and make your boys- boy something to eat- knowing damn well they- he will be hungry when they- ah fuck it. You're going to cook them a good ass meal to enjoy- knowing they will enjoy it after a month of MRE's and shitty mess hall food (Johnny's words). So you do. You work away in the kitchen- though the clock reads barely past 2AM, knowing they should arrive around 3AM at this point. You've timed it perfectly, so by the time you set everything out on the kitchen island, still steaming and hot, you hear the familiar playful rapt at your door.

ba ba baba ba

With a grin you glance over the selection of food first- mashed potatoes, green beans, fried pork chops, and freshly made black tea- you make your way over to the door and open it with a grin. "'m glad you're back!" You bout out happily, sending both men a bright grin despite your slightly tired eyes along with theirs. "Missed ye, bonnie," Johnny is quick to just waltz right on in, arms wrapping around you and lifting you up slightly with one hand, his other hand occupied carrying his duffel bag.

A snort of amusement leaves your lips as you hug him back, pressing a kiss to his lips before batting at him to put you down- though he doesn't hesitate once he notices the smell in the house. "Oooh, what's this, bonnie?" Johnny hums out, dropping his bag somewhere in the living room as he makes his way to the kitchen.

A soft laugh leaves your lips at his reaction, but you don't bother to answer him as you turn your attention to Simon, whose closing the door behind him. He's wearing his usual little black medical mask- the one he wears in place of the balaclava when he's off duty.

So imagine your utter shock and dumb fuck surprise when he pulls the thing down, steps forward, places a gentle hand on your cheek and kisses you. "Missed ya, too, love," Simon quips easily, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before simply dropping his bag and just walking right into the kitchen.

Sir, I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?! It's a thought, no words leave your lips as your cheeks heat up.

Oh no, you just cheated on your boyfriend- in the same house with him- with his best friend.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO NOW?!

Apparently, nothing but walk into the kitchen with your boys, watching as the two of them are already seated with stacked plates in front of them. You blink blankly at the scene.

You hesitate before taking a seat, sitting across from Johnny and resting your hands on the table, looking between the two of them as they converse casually.

"Take such good care o' us, bonnie, dunnae ken what I did to deserve ya," Johnny quips, looking at you with bright blue eyes and a genuinely content smile on his face between shoveling bites of food.

"Stopped bein' a bloody prick fer more than two seconds," Simon says, voice low and monotone yet somehow tinged with amusement.

You blink again. Huh "You kissed me?" You say it as a statement, but it comes out as a question as you look at Simon, ignoring their banter even though it makes you want to snort in amusement. You're too dumbfounded and bewildered right now to handle this situation. "Uh huh." Simon responds, flatly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes. Johnny looks between the two of you, a slow smirk pulling at his lips, "LT, you sly dog," Johnny murmurs with clear amusement, elbowing the bigger man in the side playfully. You sputter for a moment, looking back over at Johnny, "A-and you're just- okay with that?!" You ask in utter confusion, bewildered but not exactly disappointed at the scene.

So you didn't cheat on your boyfriend with his best friend? Johnny looks at you and this time he blinks in confusion before turning his head and grabbing Simon's jaw, pulling him close and planting a kiss on Simon's lips, causing Simon to grunt in annoyance- only because he was still eating.

Johnny turns back to you with a shrug, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Even?" You stare at the scene with heated cheeks before throwing your hands up in defeat, "...Even." You relent with a huff. ....can't cheat on your boyfriend with your other boyfriend who is also your boyfriends boyfriend you suppose.

[love-belle]

i want sweet revenge and i want him again !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them ignoring their feelings and making the worst decisions.

or

for when they will always be your summer love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader

sequel - you were my summer love ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - posting this at 3am bc i have midterms from monday and it's very unlikely i'll post again this month 💔💔💔💔 i love u all so much thank u for reading <3

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yourusername "get him back!" is finally out!!!! i wrote this song in my car after breaking down over the consequences of my own actions and getting yelled at by my twitter girlies <3 summer was fun i had fun we all had fun but the aftermath is not pretty so fuck them boys u all stay happy and thriving hydrated!!!! get ur sweet revenge and get him back!!!!! but fr pls tell his mom her son sucks ❤️

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paddock.club rumours have been swirling around pierre gasly and his anonymous girlfriend, who's affectionately called 'augustine' by his fans, and their alleged break-up for weeks now. the said rumours were confirmed as gasly was seen out in monaco and he certainly wasn't alone — or with just one consistent company. "this may confuse some people but they were very different from each other," sources close to the couple claimed. "after summer break ended, it felt like so did whatever they had going on." this comes as a shock as despite knowing almost nothing about augustine, fans adored her and they're devasted about the end of their summer love. click on the link in our bio for everything that we know about their relationship.

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pierregasly you're trippin'

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[polakina]

how they act when they're jealous

call of duty headcanons #5

hc masterlist // masterlist

god i love seeing jealousy in men. and i love the 141. so this is a nice happy medium

ALSO im running out of ideas AHH pls send me some. i need to write more

rating: explicit

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stone-faced expression

teeth gritted

if looks could kill, they'd be dead

you'd all gone out after a long mission to unwind

gaz and soap took the opportunity to try and out drink eachother while simon stayed pretty much to himself

but price had alternative plans for the night

keeping an eye on you

not that you needed the supervision, but when you drank, you liked to wander. he'd been thinking about tying a balloon to your shirt when you all went out to make sure you were still in the building

he was considering it right this second, after he'd lost sight of you for a third time that night

then he caught you, at the bar, most likely ordering another round of drinks. you looked happy, smiling. it was nice for him to see after such a strenuous three weeks you'd all just had

but his eyes turned black when he saw a guy come up next to you, hand reaching for your waist

he'd left his drink with simon, made his way over to you and stood directly behind you as you were turned to the man before this asshole even formulated a hello

you'd felt a presence behind you, knowing it was john and not even turning to see if you were right. but by the look on that guy's face, you probably were

"best just to walk away, eh?" you heard from behind you. it made you smirk as the guy scuttled away like a raccoon in a trash can

turning to see john's stoic expression, his piercing gaze boring into the guy's head until he was out of view

had his hand on you the whole night after that

it felt like a protective grip on your thigh

his jaw was clenched and you felt his eyes on you constantly, but every time you looked at him, his gaze was elsewhere

feels the need to touch every part of you to eradicate any sense of that other guy's hands on you

turns dominant, holding you down, kissing every part of you

"can't believe he thought he had a chance" "fuckin' arsehole thinks he can put his hands on you" "need reminding that you're mine, hmm? is that it?"

you love it when he gets jealous

you're not leaving the bed for hours

he fucks you raw. hard.

your throat is hoarse and your voice is gone by the time he's done

you can barely lift your arms or legs afterwards; they're shaking and sore from his harsh grip on your thighs

his manhandling is rough, but you love it. you submit to it as he pounds into you until the sun peeks through your curtains

graves is who riles him the most on base

especially when he's talking to you

graves has a certain way of annoying ghost but making it seem like an entirely normal conversation to you

just by existing, he gets on ghost's nerves

"you look good in that gear, honey. suits you" was all ghost could hear from the air field

it enraged him completely. everyone saw it. you brushed it off, and saw ghost glaring at the two of you

you smirked, catching his eye. he cocked his head, almost daring you to further this

always quiet when he's jealous

just likes to watch, unless something goes too far. then he steps in

but with this, he wanted until you came to him

you did, an hour later in the armoury. he busied himself cleaning his weapons as you came into the room

you knew that look, the one he gave you

he always gave you that look. whether it was because some man gave you attention, or you flirted for intel undercover, or even if someone looked at you for too long

he didn't speak. he just walked over to you, towering above you while reaching behind your back to lock the door

he liked to make you know that you were his

"letting graves give you all that attention, hmm?" his voice was decibles lower than usual when he was like this. it made your walls clench just hearing it. "that man was looking you up and down like a piece of meat. can't have that, can we?"

liked to hear you cry out his name when he fucked you

can't feel jealous if someone else's name isn't in your mouth, can he?

with each thrust he coaxed you, ordered you to tell him who you belonged to

the table which you sat on rammed into the wall every time his cock pushed deeper and harder into you

his hand on your throat forcing you to look at him, into his eyes, fingerprints bruising into your skin

his hands slapped against your thigh, marking your skin a deep red

never let you cover it up the next day either, you had that shit on show, for all ghost could say

graves steered clear of you after that

as a commanding officer, you trained the rookies

but they were smarmy and smug, often threw comments your way that you learned to brush off without a passing thought

soap had sat in on one of your sessions, watching from under a tent

he watched them whisper about you, watched a few of them gaze at your arse

it made his blood boil

his face could never hide any signs of jealousy. it painted his features like a detailed portrait

they were target shooting, and the few delinquents that couldn't concentrate on anything other than you were poor at their aiming

he liked to prove his worth in situations like this

he took it as a competition, one he knew he could win

you saw him stride over, taking the rifle out of one of the boys hands and taking a stance at the marker

rolling your eyes, you knew this couldn't end well

he'd done this before

a guy tried to flirt with you in a bar once, soap won the fight between them

you were whistled at while driving through the city you lived in, soap smoked him and sped off way ahead of that asshole

he can't back down

he doesn't realise he doesn't need to compete for you. you're already his

soap fires at every target with immediate precision, not even taking a breath between shots

then he tosses the gun back to the rookie with a smug look on his face

"maybe start focusing on the task at hand instead of her, hmm? or else i'll have you off this base before you can blink, boy"

he grinned as he caught your eye, winking before taking his seat back under the shadow of the tent, continuing to watch as though nothing happened

no rookie let their gaze linger on you again after that

he came to visit you at work often when he was home, so he didn't have to stay in the apartment by himself

the little coffee shop was a comforting place for him, the smell of coffee grounds and freshly baked goods always lifting his spirits

you had a co-worker that was always close by your side, but he never thought much of it up till now

you were on your break and made your way over to join him at the table with two coffees in hand

you seemed different, more irked than usual, and your phone wouldn't shut up either, which seemed to piss you off more

it was your co-worker. he learned about the dates he'd asked you on, about whether you wanted to go to his place after work. it'd been happening for weeks, even after you'd said no

gaz said nothing, making his way over to that co-worker

you watched as he leaned over the counter, whispering something to the man that turned his skin pale and his eyes wide

he scurried off to the back room and gaz walked back over to smiling

"what did you say?"

"nothing you haven't already said to him, love"

he pulled your chair closer, kissing the side of your head

he was calm when jealous, to a point where you could barely tell

his jaw never clenched, his gaze never darkened, his body language remained the exact same

but he was always observant, never let anything go too far

but his body language always changed, more tense, more aggravated whenever you became uncomfortable in any situation

he was always by your side in seconds, but never starting a confrontation, just removing you from the scene without causing a fight

like i said, not a man of confrontation

[lawsvalentine]

How They Flirt • OP Men HC •

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Ace, Law

CW: slightly suggestive on some but overall fluff, bit of humor

Cee’s Note: Be honest ya’ll…..would you fold? 👀

Luffy

VERRRY touchy 👀

Mans is literally attached to your hip

If y’all are standing, he wraps his arms around you and holds you from the back

If y’all are sitting, he either has his arm over your shoulder or he’s resting his head against your chest

If y’all are lying down, he’s either laying on your stomach/ass or cuddling you

The funny thing is he does it like it’s the most normal thing in the world

Your in the middle of a conversation with the girls.

“Hey guys! What island are we heading to next?”

Luffy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. Despite your flustered face and the girl’s weird looks. Luffy carries on the conversation without a second thought.

Luffy is also very blunt with his feelings

You will not have to question whether he is into you bc trust me he will make it KNOWN

Nami had to knock him silly a couple times for blurting out something inappropriate

Zoro

Zoro is more lowkey with his flirting

He will playfully tease you by calling you princess and dollface just to start banter between you two

He finds it so hot that you challenge him and don’t back down from his taunts

He likes seeing how passionate you get when you too bicker

He sees you carrying something heavy

“I don’t think you can handle all that, princess.”

“I can handle myself just fine, tough guy”

PLS his dick is so hard for you sgdhdj

Even though you say you can handle yourself that doesn’t stop zoro from doing things for you

Not that he doesn’t think you can, but it’s just in his nature to want to protect you and help you

Despite all this, don’t expect him to confess his feelings first sgshdj

You will have to be the one to make the first move

Usopp

Mans will say every and anything to impress you shshdj

Just lying straight through his teeth about “being an expert” at whatever the hell you are interested in lol

If you suddenly pick up a hobbie for shell collecting, suddenly he is the shell connoisseur and will go out of his way to find shells for you

“This one is so pretty Usopp, thank you!”

“Oh please, this little one is nothing! You should see the massive collection of shells I have back at Drum Island. It will blow you away!”

This man….

He will also try and act like he’s so experienced saying he’s been with so many women when in reality the farthest he’s gone was a hug by nami sgshdjdj

If you play along and take him up on his offer to “rock your world” you will have him a flustered stuttering mess 😭

Ace

Ok let’s be real….

Ace got the best rizz out of all the men here sgdhhd

He is just naturally charismatic and charming without even trying

But ironically when he’s actually trying to put the moves on you he can be corny asl 😭😭

I’m talkin pick up lines corny shdhjd

“Does your feet hurt?”

“What are you-“

“Because you’ve been running through my mind” 😏

“…..” 🧍🏽‍♀️

He’s so…..

Let’s just say he’s lucky he’s pretty lol

Law

This man does not know how to flirt to save his life sgshdjjd

If you actually thought he had rizz be so fr 😭

Mans is antisocial and keeps to himself

But when he does have a crush he literally doesn’t know how to handle it sgdhdj

His way of flirting is trying to give you fun facts about anatomy sgshdj

“Did you know that the female body is naturally more flexible than men due to them having more elastins in their tendons”

“Ok…..good to know?”

PLS he’s such a nerd shddjj

He’ll also gush about his favorite comic if you show an interest in it so prepare for even more facts 😭

Just like Zoro, will absolutely not make the first move so you will have to literally spell it out to him that you like him sgdhjd

[honeystwiggypeach]

Funny thought, imagine gojo, geto, nanami and toji reaction when their baby tries to breastfeed on them like reader wasn’t home or was busy in another room while they take care of the baby and they were holding them in their bare naked chest so the baby thought that they had food like momma does. What would their thoughts be?

#iwantsomedilfcontent

I will gladly provide you dilf content, because unfortunately I am unhinged for beefy men😞and bestie with a few of these men I don’t think it’s a one time i like they don’t learn that poor baby is going to just try the next time they pick baby up😭tysm for requesting let me know if you want to see anything else because I love requests!!(I’ll make a jjk masterlist soon guys😭😭)

Tw- breastfeeding, idk how to call it but whatever is described in the request, also the word nipple😭, I do 100% know what you mean but like idk how to phrase half of it and it could be bad so idk! Let me know if I missed anything!!

Gojo

You’d fallen asleep pretty early and of course, Gojo thought it’d be nice to let you rest so of course when your baby started to cry he’d slowly gotten out of bed and creeped over to her cradle picking her up and laying her against his warm bare chest.

And she just scrunched up closer as he worked his way back in bed beside you. It normally took her awhile to go back to sleep anyways.

As Gojo adjusts himself he lowers her a bit down in his chest and poor little angel takes the opportunity.

Gojo winces.

He pushes her off of himself tsking lightly as he wags his finger like she knows any better before he gets her a bottle.

Geto

If you want me to be honest, it’s not the first time it’s happened😞it happened with the girls too but he just never learns.

You told him that morning to when you’d glanced over to see your son continuously try and lean over to get ahold of his dad’s chest so he’d been warned he just seriously couldn’t believe you!

“My boy would never do that” he scoffs turning as he bounces him on his hip lightly.

That is until you hear him shriek loudly.

“Oh what happened” you ask faux concern lacing your voice, you already know what happened.

“He bit my nipple!” Geto tells you holding his nipple with one hand and his son in his other arm.

He limps to the door as your precious baby claps and giggles happily when he sees his sisters appear behind you with their brows furrowed.

Needless to say, Geto did not take it well because his son bit him.

Nanami

You were taking a well deserved nap, Nanami having heard his alarm go off gently bounced your little girl in his arms.

The only sound in the house really being your soft snores and your daughter’s little gurgles.

Nanami pours the milk into the bottle before he places it into the warmer. Before he can even take it out he feels his daughter wiggle in his grasp, before she can do what she plans to Nanami adjusts her, “not today squirt” he whispers and she whines loudly to impatient to wait for her bottle.

Toji

You’re both laying in bed, Megumi is still asleep but your daughter is wide awake, she has been for quite some time. You’re scrolling through your phone and Toji has your daughter propped up on his stomach as she sits up.

She glances down and back up at him, before he knows it she’s lunging at him.

He pushes her back up by her forehead when he realizes and she’s got the cutest little pout obviously as she’s a baby she doesn’t realize it isn’t the same, you turn when Toji looks at you with furrowed brows as your baby continues to try and plow right through his hand with the determination of a grown man you burst out into laughter, Toji however is not impressed.

Pls send more dad!jjk they’re so fun to write I love it!!!

[dwaekkicidal]

Shhh.....

˚ʚChan x Gn!readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: inspired by chan's part in this

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: almost exactly 1k words lol (993)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn!reader; nicknames: honey, pup(py), kinda pervy!3racha but chanxreader, not really bratty but super whiney reader, soft chris until he talks dirty, kinda dacryphilia?, creampie & no protection (don't be silly wrap ur willy also pee after sex pls), exhibitionism, not a warning really but I switch between calling him Chan/Channie & Chris

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: @chvnmax im so sorry (im not that ask put not normal thoughts in my head.) idk if this is actually full on corruption kink like the og post but it sent me into a pervy skz spiral

MDNI!! smut below the cut

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

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Picture this:

Stray Kids recording day for their next comeback. You’re their cute little 9th member and they always have you do your set of lines last so that they can take their time with you. Everybody but 3racha has already returned to their assigned dorms. Changbin and Chan are sitting in the office chairs while Jisung lounges on the couch (probably asleep).

They watch in awe as you nail most of your lines until you get to one that’s a little too hard. After multiple takes not coming out well, you’re so busy moaning and groaning into the mic out of frustration that you’re chronically unaware of how crystal clear your sounds are coming out for them. Eventually it even gets to the point where you bounce in place out of pure agitation. You’re in a low-cut top and the clear view of your collarbone has the 3 men on the other side of the glass in an absolute chokehold.

“Honey.. You gotta calm down.” Chan says softly into his own mic, adjusting his dick in his pants. You pout and cross your arms across your chest, accidentally pulling your shirt lower as you toss and turn in a fit. Jisung is basically drooling from his spot on the couch and it’s honestly his breaking point. Changbin and him decide to take a 'walk' and say they’ll be back in an hour with food, while Chan says that he’ll stick back with you to help perfect your lines.

It’s all going well until you get to another bump in the recording and you complain into the mic to the point where your eyes water. With the sight of your watery doe eyes and deep pout staring at him from the other side of the glass, Chris really starts to get bothered by the tightness in his pants.

“Come out here, Pup. Let’s take a break.” He says with only pure intentions as he stands and stretches. Little to no ulterior motives while you rush out the room and throw yourself into his arms, rubbing your chest onto him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes again. Completely innocent motives until he glances down to where your bodies meet, his eyes catching a glimpse of your pretty nipples thanks to your shirt dipping even more.

Deciding that he’s had enough he closes his eyes and loudly groans before meeting your eyes again and holding a death grip onto your hips. He leads you to the couch as you look up at him with an innocent look.

“Channie..?” you ask out sweetly. You expect a response but he silently turns you around and bends you over the couch, one of your knees rest on the bottom cushions while he squishes your face into the back cushions.

“You just have to be a little brat, huh. Just can’t be a good puppy for one goddamn day.” He teases and pulls the skimpy booty shorts you wore. He pulls your underwear down to your knees before freeing himself from his stupid jeans. Wanting to skip the prep and knowing you were still loose from the events in the storage room a few hours prior, he pulls out a travel sized bottle of lube from his pocket before squirting some onto his dick.

He gives you no time to react before he rubs himself against you and thrusts into you, setting a fast pace right off the bat. The tears from earlier return and are quickly soaked up by the couch when they finally fall. You whimper apologies into the cushions as Chris lets out filthy comments from behind you.

“It’s never your fault, is it baby?”

“Always a big cry baby until Daddy stuffs his dick inside your pretty little holes.”

“Fuck.. Walk around like a little ‘innocent’ thing when in reality it’s your fault I'm this hard. Rubbing all up on me like a little slut.”

After what feels like forever of him bullying himself into you, the pair of you hear the two loudest mfers in the planet return, getting closer to the door before being stopped by a staff member. They’re right outside the door and you moan loudly into the cushion at the thought of them hearing what's happening behind the unlocked studio door just feet away from your spot on the couch. You're almost thankful for Chris’ big hand that keeps your face on the couch, but that quickly changes as he pulls you back into him by placing a hand on your collarbone. Once your back is to his chest, his hand moves up to trail along your lips. He sticks 2 fingers against your tongue as you hear him speak up from behind you.

"Shh... You want them to hear you?" you clench tightly and his hips stutter "… fuck You do, don't you?.. Yeah? You want them to join us too baby? Want them to help me fill your greedy holes?"

When you cry out into his hand and cum at the thought, he laughs into your neck before chasing his own high. You’re pulled back into reality as you hear the boys finishing up their conversation. Chris pulls out and wipes himself down with tissues, then pulls your underwear back up and smooths down your clothes before returning to his chair.  He takes his seat right as the door knob turns, and he smirks at you as the boys settle the food bags on the coffee table (oh and look at that no more tight pants for either of them lol).

“Eat up princess. You need to refuel before we continue.” Chan says with a playful look in his eyes. You blush and nod before taking bites of your meal. You watch as Changbin re-records a few adlibs and you swear you can feel something warm dripping out of you.

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the end was a little messy >.<

[rosedom]

I can't go off-anon because,,, sideblog ;^; but its aureramphibian hi hello non-anonymous because I'm YOUR problem now. Suffer :)

My brain is about 90% thoughts of Pretty Fictional Men and about 50% of the time, it's specifically either Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh, or Gaming and I feel like you would appreciate this Gaming thought, so,, here! Have! :D

im a huge sucker for secret relationships idk why but having a secret relationship with Gaming, not because either of you are embarrassed but like- it's still new, and he does NOT want to have to introduce you to his whole extended family because if one of his aunties saw y'all together and couldn't keep quiet about it- oof. He's already having nightmares about the amount of calls he'd get from relatives begging him to meet you if that were to happen. So to avoid that, he suggests you keep it secret for privacy :D And it works! But also sucks because he's so busy and his family likes to do the whole... surprise drop-in thing. So to avoid any Awkward Circumstances y'all are essentially restricted to your place. And this was literally all just background lead-up that doesn't really matter but ANYWAYS

Can you imagine him being so pent up, not because he hasn't seen you but because he HAS, he's seen you practically every day and it's killing him because it's always in public and you're both trying to be careful? He hasn't touched you in ages, he hasn't had you touch him in ages and it wears on him so much he actually turns down an extra job (something he NEVER does) to make sure he has time to go see you ;-; Sweet little lion ;-; (absolutely stealing that nickname for him from you unashamedly. you were right about it. If it ain't broke, don't fix it)

But god, he'd be accidentally teasing himself too!! Not even doing anything, just that it's been so long since he's seen you and he's So Goddamn Pent Up that he keeps thinking about you,,, your hands,,,,,, your body,,,,,,, how well you kiss him, touch him, fuck him,,,,,,,,, and he realizes he's not only almost to your house, but he's hard and achy, AND he's soaked through his boxers :( poor baby :(

When he finally makes it to your house you bet your sweet ass he's immediately kissing you, grabbing you, so much more uncoordinated than how he usually is that even without how he's literally whining into the kiss, you'd be able to tell he's needy. He just wants you so badly :(((( Wouldn't even care how, just needs you Right Fucking Now and however you want that to be he's already pliant and willing under your hands, slowly blinking at you with those beautiful eyes of his already hazy- Hell, he'd be happy if you shove your hand down his pants right here against the wall, fill him with your fingers and play with his cock, already sticky from having to walk all the way here in soaked boxers. Make sure you kiss him while you do, though, he'd be a little loud :( He really can't help it though! Poor baby's just missed you so much, finally having you all over him like this is turning his brain to mush :(

Anyways hope you enjoy >:] love u Rosey, mwah

I ENJOYED THIS SO MUCH !! i am so sorry for such a late reply omg ,,, i had been thinking about this so so much but never got down to actually thinking up a post LOL

literally anything tighnari cyno kaveh ga-ming i will readily eat up (and eat you out for) . . . pls spam me. i think this is one of if not the hottest imagine i have ever received.

so SEE, NORMALLY, secret relationships aren't my thing ,, but oh my fcking god, ur idea? i love u. i love u so much. "it doesn't really matter," u say, then drop the absolute best lore ever. kiss me.

THE TENSIONNNNN mmmm he's already so needy, even when it's not a secret dating scenario, so to be restricted like this . . . thank god his t-dick can't cause a noticeable boner through his already thick and draping pants, 'cos if so, he'd be absolutely fucked (wishing he got fucked fr) (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

the side glances in public, the sweet smiles you give each other in those short seconds where nobody is looking . . . it gives him butterflies, makes his skin burn where your hand will brush his in passing, but it's also not enough—not nearly enough !! poor baby, havin' to touch himself to the thought of you when you're right there. it's different like this than before you two dated 'cos then he didn't know he could have you; but like this, when you've already loved him, fucked him, claimed him, how is he supposed to live without it? and his own hand—clumsy, never as good as your own fingers or, god, your cock—can only go so far.

sweet baby, sweet little lion, all hard n' wet because of you . . . pls steal the nickname idec i love pet names !!!

he'd turn down the new mission, the possibility of that extra mora, saying to himself he just wants to spend time with you—not anything else, nothing indecent, nothing of the sort !—except he's halfway to your house, and here he is, achy between his thighs and halfway in a trance because thinking about you has him thinking about your body, has him thinking about your hands, your hands on him, in him, and his cunt is just so empty, now, weakly clenching around nothing as he's lost in a daydream about you.

the idea of ga-ming bumbling through liyue all quiet, all serious looking, when he's normally so bubbly, loud—i want to have the mind to wonder what the folks on the street would say, but i also just. don't care. this is about ga-ming ! not them !!

and then he's at your door, barely giving you the chance to welcome him in and greet him before he's on you, clutching desperately at any part of you that he can reach and kissing you all sloppy. he's so so needy, and so so wet, and he's parting from your lips to look up at you so docile yet so fucking aroused, eyes blown wide and hazy . . . :( he deserves your touch after so long starved of it.

he'd keep going in for kiss after kiss, and he'd be whining so prettily, soft and breathy and high in his throat. i love him so much. pls ,, all of this happening not even two steps from the door . . . he just needs you so bad !!

slipping your hand down his pants between kisses, during kisses, hearing his moans tumble out of him only to be swallowed up by you immediately . . . just the thought of how fucking soaked ga-ming would be is so mmmmm; your fingers would slip inside oh-so easily, his cunt fluttering and welcoming one, two, three fingers in as your palm is left to grind against his cock rjjfhfkr

and you're kissing him as you do it all, keeping him quiet and pinned tight between you and the wall. 'cos he'd be so desperate for you, but you're just as desperate for him <333

be my problem. please. pls. i love you. i love this. this was so (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪ !!!!!

[stoned-writer]

His Sunshine - Lloyd Hansen

summary: No one disrespects his baby and gets away with it.

warnings: smut! daddy kink, spit kink, degradation, praise, unprotected p n v (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 2,609

a/n: Hii, this is my very first time writing anything like ever so pls be nice ! its not that good but being my first time i think its okay! hope you all enjoy :)

likes & reblogs appreciated !

To the outside world Lloyd could be classified as a sociopath, given his lack of empathy for anyone that stands in his way. However, there is another side to this deliciously unhinged man. A side that no one gets to see. Except for you of course. To you Lloyd is as soft as a feather. He would do absolutely anything for you. So when someone blatantly disrespects you and your relationship with him, lets just say, it doesn’t end well for whoever thought they could cross that line. 

The day started pretty normal, you woke up before Lloyd, laying there admiring his sleeping form. “I can feel you staring sunshine” he said with a raspy morning voice. “Can’t help it bub you’re just so pretty.” You’re mornings together usually go like this. He turns over and looks at you, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes, that look that no one will ever get to see outside this bedroom. “Not as pretty as you angel,” he says making you blush. He never fails to make you weak in the knees. There’s something about him being able to go from absolutely ruthless to a lovesick mess that makes your heart swell. You both get up to start the day, after taking a shower together you head downstairs to make breakfast for the two of you. Given the size of the house, his men are always lurking around. As you walk into the kitchen you spot a few of them, one man imparticuar shoots you a look you can’t decipher, it immediately makes you uncomfortable. You brush it off for the moment, focusing on breakfast for you and your husband. However, you can feel the mans gaze on you the entire time. 

Lloyd finally enters the kitchen, making you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding in. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist placing a series of kisses on your neck. Lloyd has never been shy about PDA. He likes making sure everyone knows you belong to him. “Looks great sunshine, thank you” he said smiling at you. You duck your head, feeling shy at his praise. He chuckles, knowing the effect he has on you. You both eat breakfast in a comfortable silence. After you both finish cleaning up, Lloyd gets a phone call. You can tell whatever it is, it already set him off. He strides over to you, with his hands on your hips he says “I’ll be back in a few hours angel. Have to take care of some business.” You’ve been with him long enough to know what that means. His job never bothered you. It probably should have, but the love you have for him is so strong, none of that mattered. You sigh slightly to hide your disappointment, “I thought I’d have you to myself today baby” you said, “I know pumpkin, but you know these morons can’t get anything done without me” he says with a small laugh, trying to ease your now slightly sour mood. You look up at him and smile, “I know honey, none of them can do it like you” you say with a wink. He pulls you in to kiss you passionately, not giving a single fuck about anyone who was watching. When he pulls away he says in a playful tone “I’ll see ya later pretty girl, promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back” throwing you a wink before walking out to conduct his work in his office. 

Hours pass and you are starting to get anxious. You miss him when he’s working, but you know better than to interrupt whatever tourture is going on behind the doors of his office. However, today you’re feeling quite adventurous. You skip up to your shared bedroom and put on your mans favorite light blue lingerie set, knowing that it drives him crazy. You slip on a short tight bodycon dress of the same color over it. Looking over yourself in the mirror, you smirk knowing this would grab his attention with no problem. 

You saunter over to the other side of the house where his office is located. Knocking lightly on the door, one of the newer boys answers the door looking a little scared. “Uh-uh Mrs. Hansen, I apologize but he’s busy at the moment” with that you hear your husband say “Let my wife in, unless you want to be on the receiving end of this gun.” You smirk at the boy and push into the room. Lloyd rakes his eyes over your body, letting out a low groan at your appearance, “oh sunshine, whats all this?” he says knowing exactly what your’re doing and loving it. “Was just missing you sweetheart” you say looking up at him through your lashes, giving him that oh so innocent look he loves so much. “All this for me doll?” “Of course daddy only the best for you,” you say knowing that would get him riled up. Lloyd stares down at you holding eye contact for who knows how long. You can tell he’s trying to decide his next move. Before he can proceed with you, the man from this morning takes it upon himself to break up your little moment with your husband. “We don’t have time for this Lloyd, dismiss your little toy and lets get this done.” Lloyd whips his head around to face the man who was about to regret opening his mouth. “What did you just say?” The man digs himself into a deeper hole by rolling his eyes and scoffing to his boss, “You heard me. Your little bitch here is a distraction, not to mention shes seen too much already.” Lloyd continues to glare at the man for a second before saying “Do I need to remind you of who I am asshole? Nobody disrespects my wife and lives to utter another word.” He catches the man off guard with a hand to his throat and makes him face you, “apologize to my girl before I cut out your tongue and make you eat it.” The man is now shaking slightly, “I’m sorry Mrs. Hansen,” he says flatly still not understanding the gravity of the situation he got himself into. Lloyd rolls his eyes and throws the man into a chair next to his desk. He nods over the other men in the room “Tie. Him. Up.” he says darkly. The men rush to do as he says. “This is gonna be fun” he chuckles. Lloyd strides back over to you and cups your face in his large hands, “You okay pretty girl?” he asks with concern lacing his tone. “I’m okay baby.” Lloyd looks back othe to the man now tied to his chair, then back to you, “Now before I put a bullet in the back of this morons head, what do you say we give him a little show darlin?” His words go straight to your core, sending a shiver down your spine, you match his smirk and nod your head timidly “anything for you daddy” he smiles and shakes his head “that’s my girl.” He motions to the rest of his men that are still occupying the room, all frozen at the scene in front of them, “the rest of you out. Now.” They clear the room in a heartbeat, leaving the three of you. 

Lloyd circles the man currently tied up in the corner of his office, “Now, before the inevitable happens here, you’re gonna watch me fuck my perfect little wife, watch me claim her.” He then walks over to you and grabs your hand, brining you over to his desk, lifting you effortlessly to sit on top of it. Standing between your legs, hands on your hips “You sure this is okay angel?” he asks, the way his voice switches between dark and vicious to soft and sweet turning you on even more. You nod your head at him to let him know you want this. “Gonna need you to use your words sunshine,” “Yes daddy, I want this.” He sends you a dark yet sweet smile “good girl.” He leans in to kiss you, it starts off slow but you can tell hes holding himself back. You pull away from him to say “I want you baby, don’t hold back, please.” He chuckles a little and nods “whatever you say princess.” 

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He crashes his lips in to yours making you gasp, he immediately slips his tongue into your mouth making you moan against him as you throw your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hand make their way down to you ass squeezing hard making you tighten your hold on him. “Please” you breathe out to him, not entirely sure what your begging for you just want him to touch you. “Please what angel? Use your words for me bunny.” You whine out “please daddy, touch me, fuck me, anything” he slides his hands down to your thighs and sneaks his way up the bottom of your dress. He then notices the bit of lingerie peaking out “oh sweetheart you shouldn’t have” you giggle sweetly “just for you daddy.” He pulls your dress off leaving you in your skimpy lingerie that he loves oh so much. He moves his head into your neck, sucking and kissing, making sure to leave marks. He brings his hand between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of you already. He slides your panties to the side to feel for himself just how wet you are. “Oh sugar you really do love this don’t you? Such a little slut for me right?” You throw your head back trembling already “yes daddy such a slut for you, just for you.” He retracts his hand, earning a slight whine from you, “patience angel.” He then brings two of his fingers to your awaiting mouth, “suck,” and you do eagerly. He brings his saliva covered fingers back down and runs them through your already dripping folds.

He brings his free hand up to your throat. Squeezing slightly, not enough to hurt you he’d never do that to his angel, but just enough to bring your eyes back to his. Holding eye contact with you he slips his fingers into you with ease. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a loud moan that goes straight ot Lloyds dick. He looks over to the man in the corner of the room, having forgot about him for a second. Something about seeing him hold eye contact with the man while he was knuckles deep inside you sent you over the edge. “Daddy I’m gonna cum- please - please can i cum?” He whips his head over to you, “cum angel- cum all over my fingers baby.” With that, you let go, head thrown back, letting out a loud moan “oh- oh god yes daddy- fuck.” He slowly removes his fingers from you and brings them up to his lips, locking eyes with you as he sucks his fingers clean. 

Coming down from your high you bring your hands down to fumble with his belt. You finally get his pants unbuttoned and slip your hand into his boxers to feel him. “You see what you do to me angel?” you moan at that, knowing that you effect him just as much as he does you. He turns the the man and growls “Hope you’re enjoying the show buddy, probably the last thing you’re gonna see.” That makes you groan, how hot he sounds when he’s threatening someone for you. He tugs his pants off impossibly fast making his dick slap against his stomach, not being able to wait any longer, needing to be buried deep inside you. You run your hands up his chest, scratching lightly. He brings his hand to lift your chin up and pull you into a kiss, this one is different its rough, full of need and urgency. With his lips still locked to yours, he bring his cock to your entrance, catching you off guard. He pulls away and places his hands on your hips, checking on the man once more, then back to you, “look at him sunshine, probably hard in his pants watching me put my claim on you. Probably wishes he could be in my position right?” He looks back over to the man, “such a shame, he won’t live long enough to even use his dick again” he says darkly. 

Coming back to you, he lines himself up with your dripping hole, slamming himself inside you with no warning, making you scream, “oh fuck baby, you’re so big daddy” “I know angel - i know. But you can take it right? I know you can. My good girl.” He can feel your legs shaking under him. His motions are slow and hard at first, driving you insane. “More baby please i need more” you plead to him. He changes his pace, now slamming into you with fast hard strokes, nearly splitting you in two. He hits that sweet spot with every thrust. Bringing one of his hands back to your throat, he taps your bottom lip with his thumb, “open” he says sternly, you obey and open your mouth for him, he spits right into your mouth making you throw your head back and moan loudly. “Such a slut for me, my perfect little wife, so beautiful angel.” He can tell your close, he is too. “ Feel ya squeezing me doll, milking my cock so good baby, so tight” “it's so good daddy, i'm so close baby, let me cum please daddy i need it” you beg him so sweetly. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely, sweetheart? Go ahead baby cum on my cock, show this asshole what he'll never have.” With that you let go squirting all over him, screaming “Oh f-fuck” throwing your head back as he works you through your orgasm, “daddy please cum for me, fill me up, i need it so bad baby.” That sends Lloyd over the edge his grip on your hips tighten as he throws his head back, he spills himself inside you, you moan at the feeling and breathe out “thank you daddy” coming down from his own high he presses his forehead to yours, breathing heavily, “you’re welcome sunshine, you were such a good girl for daddy.”

He slowly pulls out of you making you whine at the loss of him inside you. He watches his cum drip out of you and groans at the sight, bringing his fingers to push it back into you, then brings those skilled fingers to his lips and sucks, “hmmm we taste so good together baby.” he wraps you in his button down shirt that was thrown across the room in your rush to get him inside you. “Lets get you out of here and cleaned up, then I’ll deal with this little disgrace,” you look up at him sweetly, “can i stay daddy please?” he cups your face in his hands ready to protest this little idea, “oh angel- i don't know, you shouldn’t have to see that pretty girl.” you assure him “i want to please baby?” batting your eyelashes at him, knowing he can't resist. He chuckles “you’re something else babygirl, i love you so much” you giggle knowing you got your way as you always do with him. “I love you so much more daddy.” 

Fin.

[2kmps]

FATHOMLESS

eldritch detective x reader | 2.1k | mdni

synopsis; everyone claims that the esteemed detective arsené is the best detective in watt city. the problem is that you've never seen him in the precinct before and he has no face.

story warnings; implied dubcon, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of body gore. this is an extremely fictitious take on detective work, y'all. don't take it seriously. a bit trippy in some spots, very nebulous explanation on arsené's existence. not proofread.

a/n: more about arsené at the end. if you enjoyed pls reblog! if enough folks show interest, I'd love to consider a longfic for him!

Everyone at the precinct called him Detective Arsené, but they never said anything about his face.

It was simply that there wasn't one there, not that you were able to discern in any instance you'd seen him wandering the floor. You'd blamed the long hours, the glowing blue screens and useless eye predictions and corporate greed and mixing alcohol with allergy medicine before you finally accepted what you were seeing was real, yet no one else noticed it apart from you.

“What's wrong with his face?” you'd ask anyone with the time to spare to listen.

“Who? Arsené?” they'd laugh, whether in disbelief that you were speaking about Watt City’s genius detective in such a fashion, or that they thought you were the funniest person in the office. “What are you talking about? He's always looked like that! Lay off the booze, yeah?”

Those responses had never been satisfactory enough, going as far to set you ill at ease for the remainder of your shift, sufficiently distracting you from furthering your workload because your mind always came back to the detective and his non-existent face.

“He looks pretty normal to me,” said a senior member in your division, an older man you'd come to know as forthright and virtuous with a history showing that integrity. He had taken eyes off his computer screen, set aside his bifocals and pinched the high-point between his brows. “What's this about, really? I've worked with Arsené for years. You know that. He's been here since before I started. Good guy, hard worker. Drinks too much, though. Just like someone else I know.”

But, this was the first time you’d heard from this man that he had worked with Arsené, let alone acknowledged his existence at all. There was no reason for him to lie; he had spoken without inflection, warily, almost accusatory towards the end when he spoke about the alcohol.

“Detective Arsené? Well, I think he's really handsome. He just has that look about him, y'know?” The next person you questioned was a junior at the precinct, a pretty woman with silky black hair and long, blunt nails she used the tips of to clack away on her keyboard. “I've heard he has a really specific type, though. I've also never seen him take anyone out, or take a partner on cases, now that I think about it. Isn't he just a stand-up guy? I'd say he's the sort to bring home to mom and dad, but I hear he's got a drinking problem. Why do all the hot ones have vices like that?”

She particularly enjoyed her gossip, especially if it involved the detectives at the precinct; you were positive she'd never mentioned Arsené before now. As smart as she was, she didn't look below the surface very often when it came to men, so for her to say nothing at all of the detective’s smooth face was mystifying.

After that, you started paying attention to Arsené in a way you convinced yourself was discreet: Slowly peeking your eyes above your computer screen to observe his movements across the floor. Always in motion, he stalked around the place with undaunted familiarity, maneuvering the razored corners of desks and blockades from doors and walls, and languidly sidestepped the oncoming traffic of bodies in such a way that seemed premeditated. Practiced. Repeated.

This staunch dedication of yours lasted well over a week before anything came of it, and then one morning you found him waiting in your seat, teetering a bloated manila folder on a thigh while bouncing it impatiently. A very real sensation of unease took hold of the back of your neck, like a cold hand stroking lightly at the downy hairs there until they stood straight.

You thought about pretending you hadn't seen him, swiveling around, and leaving in a burst of urgency. It'd be easy to call in to say you had a personal emergency or became suddenly, very viscously ill and wouldn't be able to handle staring at a screen for twelve hours. No one would ask questions because you were exemplary, always on time, and seldom took time off as you couldn't afford to do so.

Arsené’s head slanting sideways and the waxy, flat face pointing directly towards you prevented you from acting on that impulse, however. He gestured you over with a lethargic wave, though the jitteriness in his leg seemed to worsen from impatience into sheer excitability.

“Clocked in early, aren't you? You have quite the habit of doing that, I've noticed.” He greeted, voice simultaneously undefinable and velvety. It wasn't so deep that you felt like it was gravelly or reverberated in the same way a baritone would, but there was a heftiness to it that weighted in your mind, as if it were possible for someone to reach through all your blood, tissue, and bone and press down directly on your brain. “I've seen you come in a few times, hours before anyone else. And you know what I think? I think, ‘That’s the kind of person who keeps a place like this running. That's the kind of person we want here in this precinct. That's the type of person who believes in the work that we do and who I’d want as my partner’.”

As much as you wanted to get away from the horrid sight before you, the no-face and potent voice wriggling around the wrinkles in your brain, you couldn't bring yourself to do so just yet. Not while you had questions you couldn't find answers to, not while you needed to sedate yourself at night because they ruthlessly endangered your dreams and were thieves of peaceful slumber.

“I've never met you before,” you said, giving a cordial handshake when he had offered it to you. The skin of his palm was warm and humanlike, though his grip was all wrong and entirely too firm. You didn't convey this to him, though. “I've seen you around, though. Were you transferred from a different department or precinct? Everyone says you've been around for a long time, but I find it hard to believe I've noticed.”

“Oh? Well, they'd be right.” Arsené said, finally releasing your hand to take up the thick folder. “I've always been there, and I'm always here. Now, that aside, I've cleared it with the Chief and I'd like you to help me on a case that I'm stuck on. If I've read right, you're the most recent person who's looked through everything to update the records, correct?”

“Probably.” You didn't move when he rolled up another chair from a desk nearby. “I'm a Recorder. It's my job to go through files and periodically update them. I'm not qualified to help detectives on their cases, though. You'd need to speak to the Chief about getting an Assistant for that.”

“Ah, didn't you hear me? That's all been handled. Sit down. Sit down.” He waved you close, then took you by the arm to sit you in the chair next to him. “We have a lot to cover. I think we should start from the beginning and work our way through the evidence list, and then the interrogation tapes. After that, it'd be a good idea to revisit the site of the crime. Don't worry about clearances, I've got everything we need.”

It wasn't often that you saw the inside of the precinct after that day as Arsené particularly enjoyed his busywork and bringing you along for it. Most days you simply operated as a Field Recorder by transcribing statements into the handheld device provided by the precinct to maintain a digital trail. The work wasn't especially difficult, but it did take a level of skill and technological literacy to be able to do effectively, more so to be the sort allowed to tail after a detective on his cases and still maintain an overall ninety-eight percent accuracy.

Despite your job dictating it as such, Arsené never allowed you to fade into the background or stand around as a fancy accessory to go with his title. Oftentimes, he utilized you as his sole confidant as he worked through evidence and suspects, waiting in revered silence for you to offer your insight (however weak it actually was), and afterwards only let you bask in a glow of confidence through streams of unending praise.

“Egads! Eureka! Genius! How is it that it never occurred to me that way? Truly, you're spectacular! You're divine! Who knows how long I’d be running around in circles if I didn't have you as my partner.” They were all slightly variating compliments, though essentially all the same at the core and all very untrue.

You'd never forgotten about the things your colleagues had said about him, of his unrivaled prowess and veneration as the best detective Watt City had ever come to witness. He didn't need you. He had never needed you to solve a case, so you had learned to take his praise in the same vein as you did the silky-haired woman’s comments on men: uninspired and shallow.

When your disinterest became palpable, he seemed to only rely on you more as though he couldn't stand to be burdened with the idea of a rift. He had started calling you late at night about cases, going as far to come knocking at your door and walking inside reeking of stale smoke and a haze of booze, neither of which you could comprehend as possible considering he had no face.

“I just don't get it. I just don't get it! Where am I going wrong?!” He said so wretchedly, sides of his head cradled in his hands that were tucked between his legs. “This case, it’s getting to me. It's getting under my skin. I can't figure it out. Have I finally met my match? Have I finally been defeated? You! You’ve got to help me. It can't end like this.”

For all his dramatics, there was something obscenely cruel behind his words. Perhaps he thought you wouldn't have caught onto it because you simply a Field Recorder, just a person at the end of the day.

“Why haven't you mentioned anything about the victim? You're acting like they don't exist, Arsené. Is this about solving the crime so they get justice and the family gets closure, or for your reputation?” you asked.

He immediately stopped complaining and jolted upright, taken by surprise like he had realized this oversight and wasn't sure how to navigate around it. On that glossy slate of a face, one you knew was piercing deep into you despite a lack of hollow sockets and rolling gelatinous orbs within, you could tell he was now thinking of an answer.

“Neither,” was the answer he gave you. “It's neither of those. Come here. Sit down and talk to me for a while. I can't go home like this.”

The pitying part of you usually won in those moments where Arsené presented himself as his weakest. There was a part of you that believed he was taking advantage of your feeble-heart, your kindness, your blind generosity because at his worst, he'd find a way to strip you down and fuck you.

At least, that's what you assumed happened. You never really could remember as the memory was pitch black, his body was unfathomable above yours, but you were sure you felt his cock penetrating you, his hands desperately fondling your flesh and fat like there was too much to touch yet too little time to feel it all. He said things to you inside your head, words that you couldn’t seem to piece together yet ignited the tension between your legs, lit your skin on fire, and delivered lewd, high-pitched sounds to his ears that he reveled in.

He never left you a mess and he never spoke about those times after they happened. Since you were never sure of them yourself, they suffered the same indifference as his praise and the days simply moved onward in a similar way.

“Another case solved!” Arsené cheered, lifting a stout mug in the air for you to reciprocate with the long stem of your wine glass. It was a fragile tinkling sound, a gentle vibration up your fingers and into your wrist as you toasted his success. “I couldn't have done it without you, my beloved partner! If it's you and I, I could do this forever.”

You swirled the liquid inside; a light and dry, raspberry and vaguely earthy smell wafted up your nostrils before you tasted it and let your cheeks pucker. As you drank, you watched as Arsené lifted the stout towards the expanse of taut, clear skin that should've been his face, and saw liquid inside empty into nowhere.

a/n; so, some folks might remember arsené from my last blog, but back then he was just a concept. I haven't really started a deep dive into this character just yet, but the story ideas I have for him currently are pretty fucking wild and trippy.

"eldritch" isn't quite an applicable term for what he is, but it's the closest thing I can compare him to without giving everything away.

what does he actually look like? no one really knows. I didn't touch on it here in this fic, but typically, mc wouldn't know how to describe his appearance at all aside from having "no face". they can get glimpses of his skintone or hair, but immediately forget what those features of him when they look away. he's quite, literally, unfathomable lmao.

is he good or bad? that depends on the situation and context. the technical answer is that he is moralless in the sense that they have no reason to exist for him. he is above them, and below them. he is motivated by things he wants and acts on it whether that's "good" or "bad" on an alignment chart, he'd probably fall chaotic neutral, but not really evil.

does he love the mc? oh, yeah, he does.

anyway, yeah. he's a pretty fun concept to explore and I'd love to explore him more. let me know your thoughts!!

[marikosenwrites]

kazuuuuuuuu for anythin pls

inazuma men dating head canons

sen: okay so first request im nervous af shitttt but anon thanks for the request! i'm gonna do inazuma men dating head canons because head canons are literally the easiest to do but i enjoy doing them! (since it's "for anythin" i'm gonna do gn!reader) surprisingly little inazuman men btw (wanderer is in sumeru but kuni and scara sob not including them)

warnings: names called, ooc?, i can't do poetry (kazuha esp)

gn!reader

kazuha

♡he's a soft bb

♡when he first confessed, he read a poem instead of normally confessing and this is normal for kazuha to speak in riddles

♡you had to think for a minute until you figured it out

♡ofc you accepted his confession

♡you guys went on small dates at first, like at uyuu-tei and such

♡soon, you started going to each other's houses instead

♡like home dates and you would drink tea and cuddle on the couch together <3

♡sometimes he would stay for the night

♡like one time he came over and a thunderstorm happened

♡so he was like "the rain doesn't stop me from returning home."

|♡"but, i wouldn't want you to catch a cold! ah, i know! you can stay for the night, i bet i have some larger clothing that suits you." you tried stopping him from leaving.

|♡kazuha smiles, "as you wish, my love."

♡so you let him shower first and then you

♡he wore a large shirt of your that your aunt gifted (she mistakenly had your size wrong)

♡you guys cuddle in bed and he gives you a small forehead kiss that makes you go to sleep

♡you just smile and lean closer into his chest

|♡"may the stars of teyvat representing me be with you even when i'm not here, my darling."

thoma

♡loves you lots

♡he goes on dates with you at the komore teahouse, you both were ayato's friends so he allows it

♡you guys love taroumaru to death

♡even if you had an allergy, you would just wear a mask and look at taroumaru lovingly from a distance

♡i feel like thoma's a simple is best kinda guy

♡so the simplest dates ever, like just cafe dates or home dates thats all no further planning needed

♡if you have a garden or something like that, you guys just hang out in the grass and like make flower crowns (if you or thoma know how to make one)

|♡lying in the grass be like "dear me, these flowers are so pretty. but do you know what's prettier?" he asks you, turning his head to look at you.

|♡"...no, what is it, thoma?" you reply while you fiddle with the petals.

|♡"you." he says, as he watches your cheeks turn bright red and put tomatoes to shame.

|♡"...thoma! that's so cheesy!" you would tell him, but your reaction says otherwise.

♡regularly stays at your home, or stays with you at the kamisato residence if ayato and ayaka allows.

♡often big spoon if you're gonna like do cuddling and stuff in bed

|♡"goodnight, darling! have a sweet dream, i'll still be here when you wake up. if waka doesn't wake me up, i guess."

arataki itto

♡would often play that game (i forgot) with you

♡challenges children with you too

♡i'm gonna expect that the two of you are playful so you're gonna be like YESS when the child says okay to yours and itto's antics

♡you guys gonna keep losing and then like get one or two victories and stuff

|♡"YES YES YES WE WON!!!" itto screamed in happiness.

|♡"I KNOW, ITTO, I KNOW!" you screamed back at him, frightening the kids, both of you.

♡their parents gonna ask them to stay away from you but they're like "NO IT'S FUN"

♡they end up getting grounded for a week 💀

♡he stays at your house for at least one night if you have home dates because kuki is coming after him

|♡when you're like "NO SNACKS FOR YOU THEY'RE MINE"

|♡he would shout back "NO FAIR I WANT THEM TOO"

♡and you two end up on the couch sharing the pack of chips with him

♡you fall asleep on him and as the "caring boyfriend" he just sleeps too

♡in the morning you wake up first because itto is such a sleeper

♡you have to make breakfast for him but he wakes up in the middle of you making breakfast and gives you back hugs <33

|♡"morning...did you have a nice sleep?"

gorou

♡feel like he's the type to confess first

♡he gave you apples when he confessed (there are a lot in watatsumi i suppose (and fruits))

♡supports pda and doesn't support pda at the same time

♡maybe holding hands and smol kisses

♡likes inviting you to watatsumi and pick fruits together <3

♡his nickname for you is just the shortened form of your name (if ur name is already short well.... just your name i'm sorry)

|♡"n/n, look! this one's perfect! come on, i'll pick it with you." gorou gestures for you to go over to him.

|♡you go over to the boy. "oh, really? wow...it really is perfect!"

|♡"i know, right? come on, pick it."

♡after some convincing, gorou picks it for you 💀

♡you guys just hang in his house (if he has one) bc you're still in watatsumi and no you dont live there

♡he's skilled with his hands (both in cooking and...the other way)

♡loves being the big spoon when sleeping with you

♡actually wraps his tail around your stomach to keep your warm

♡cooks your breakfast when you wake up

|♡"n/n, it's time to wake up! i have breakfast on the table for you, come on, it's apple pie!"

kamisato ayato

♡i used to say kamistos shit ignore it

♡your confession caught him off guard (you confessed first)

♡he also has feelings for you

♡so ayato asked if you would like to go to komore teahouse when his schedules are a bit more manageable

♡ofc you said yes

♡yall were just chilling and getting to know each other at the teahouse

♡doesn't exactly favor pda you realized

♡as the head of the kamisato clan, assassins are often planted in his house

♡doesn't want you to get hurt bc of him

♡you end up getting hurt? YOU'RE STAYING WITH ME FOR 2 MONTHS

♡showers you with affection when you're alone though

♡quadraple triple double checks if yall are alone

|♡"okay, seems like we're alone now," your boyfriend states, giving in to his uncertainty and letting out a tired sigh before coming to your loving arms on the couch.

|♡"'yato, are you sure you don't need a break? ayaka seems bored lately." you slightly massage his shoulders, feeling his tense muscles relax at your touch.

|♡"maybe some time. most of the events need me to be participating. i'm sorry i can't spend more time with you, love."

♡you hum in silence

♡ayato loves that you're getting along well with ayaka

♡he has her teaching you swordsmanship

♡sometimes thoma joins ("but, waka, i wanna join! i wanna help y/n-san!" -thoma)

♡ok so sleep positions

♡sleeps face up

♡but when you're there (usually after the attacks or smth) he's wrapping his arms around you while sleeping on his side

|♡"good night, darling. let's hope none of the little bugs bother us tonight. have plenty of sweet dreams, good night."

shikanoin heizou

♡his ego went *BOOM* when you confessed to him

♡heizou loves solving mysteries with you <3

♡one time he asked you to attend his case so you can see how cool he is

♡loves sharing food with you (?)

♡goes to onsens with you all the time

♡loves listening to music with you too

|♡"isn't this piece soothing?" he would ask you, putting an arm around your waist.

|♡"of course, 'zou. this is just right for me," you would answer, leaning into him.

♡loves staying at your house for some reason??

♡also stays for like a month once at a time probably half his year is in your house

♡but he doesn't mind

♡your presence is enough to soothe him and his tired mind

♡just sleeps face up

♡you do too

♡he always wakes up earlier than you, case or no case

♡BREAKFAST!!!

|♡"morning, my love. had a good sleep? i hope you did, because breakfast is coming."

(would do this at 7am idk why)

a/n: i learned the art of putting the "keep reading" sign (thumbs up!)

©all banners, dividers, and stories are made by marikosenwrites and the pictures in it are from pinterest. i own none of the GENSHIN IMPACT characters mentioned here.

[opluffys]

Even-

new year, worse me. posted first to my archive, luffys, as always. let me know if it copied weird or if there are errors. pls enjoy <3 :)

tags- accidental voyeurism, size kink, mutual masturbation, reader is insanely horny for ghost, fem reader.

3.2k words.

-Ghost x Reader-

-smut/nsfw-

Suddenly remembering that you had a burning question to ask Gaz, you turned to the men's quarters. Thinking to see him still snoring in bed whilst most of the others were in the mess hall.

Oh, how wrong you had been.

Not only was Gaz nowhere to be found, but you had seen as well as heard something that you most definitely shouldn't have.

Donning that infamous balaclava decorated as a skull, his head tilted back as he fucking groaned deliciously deep. Huge and gloved hand wrapped around his thick and heavy cock, giving it a quick squeeze while lightly pumping himself. He bucked his hips and muttered something when his thumb stroked and pressed against a prominent and sensitive vein alongside his impressive length.

Subconsciously, your thighs had squeezed together, feeling your core flutter. And then, you had remembered that you were practically spying on your higher up in such a private and intimate moment. As quietly as you had entered, you slipped out of the men's barracks, your mind numb and scrambled. Totally forgetting what you had to ask Gaz about anyway.

•

Over the last few days, you had completely avoided encountering anyone from 141, which is actually easier said than done. Especially when being the medics assistant, which meant that you'd pretty much be seeing them after any mission.

Including right now.

Normally, you'd shadow the doctor in your particular sector. But he eventually wanted you to take over for him, so he forced you to take charge for the last week. Typically, that wouldn't have been an issue at all, since you were trained both in the field and in medicine, but when you were so close to the man you had seen pleasuring himself... It's a little hard to focus.

"So, lieutenant... How was your mission..?" You asked, attempting to make your voice sound like you weren't just thinking about him wrecking you with-

"Considering I'm not in a coma, pretty good." He sighed, not at all wincing nor flinching when you closed up his deep gash. You noted how he didn't say dead, he was cocky, arrogant. Rightfully so, though.

You internally criticised who had done a makeshift tourniquet on Ghost's arm, not doing the best job, but enough not to have harsh consequences. Wiping over the neat line of sutures once more, you hummed contently seeing as the intense swelling around the wound has gone down considerably.

"Well, I'm glad you aren't hurt too badly, sir." You smiled underneath the surgical mask, your eyes enough to show that you had truly meant such a sentiment. Your true desire to make sure others are healthy pushing through that sense of perversion.

"You and me both."

•

In the dead of night, you tossed and turned in your bunk. The sweltering heat not the only cause of this, but the throbbing between your legs also a contributory factor.

Figuring nobody was awake, your skilled fingers dipped beneath your waistband and past your panties, practically shoving your fingers deep into your soft and wet hole. You bit back a moan, burying your face into your pillow and imagining it was that immovable wall of a man called Ghost.

You curled your digits inside your fleshy walls, desperately wanting it to be the thicker and more calloused hand of Ghost knuckle deep inside you. Your cunt pathetically spasmed over nothing, your fingers not enough, no, not even close. Especially compared to his hand, his fucking cock, you nearly screamed in desire of just thinking about it once again.

You wondered if he was rough, no, you knew the answer to that. He'd absolutely manhandle you in bed and you wouldn't fucking have it any other way. You knew he'd have your pretty pussy stretched over his hard length, questioning if it'd fit, but knowing that he'd make it fit. Hoping that you could replace that gloved hand of his and give him a handjob that would have him bucking his hips into your hand.

Just thinking of such scenarios made you whimper, your walls clamping down on your fingers as your body shook lightly, your slick making a mess on your thighs.

Fuck.

•

More days had passed by, and they were rather uneventful as your hand was starting to be futile. You knew 141 was returning from a mission today, thanks to your doctor alerting you to be in the med-bay to assist him with those who had been injured. By assist him, he meant that you do everything. As usual.

Thankfully, nobody was too hurt. Save for Gaz resting on a cot in your office, claiming it was, 'better than the shitty mattress in the mens quarters'. He wasn't injured too bad, but you ordered him to get more rest than he typically would.

You wouldn't mind if it was just Gaz, or even Soap. But fucking Ghost had been appearing in 'your' office more than he had ever, and it seemed you were the only one to notice such a thing.

Soap had been decent enough to engage in small talk with you while you would clean as well as inspect his wounds. But Ghost? You'd just be stared at the entire time whenever he would stop by. You wouldn't really care if it had been literally anyone else, but it had to be the man you'd envision fucking you braindead daily.

"So nice to see that you're still in one piece, Soap." You teased, taking a seat in front of said man. "No thanks to your shit stitches." He countered, offering you his bicep, seeming to be the only place that held a laceration. You rolled your eyes, "Oh please, like that old bastard could sew you up half as good." You heard him scoff at this, your gloved hand holding his strong arm still as you wiped his wound clean with alcohol.

"I hope that burns," You laughed, meeting his annoyed gaze. You took the sterilised needle and thread and pierced his skin, carefully watching for any discomfort on his end. Of course, there was none, as he watched your handiwork intently.

Finishing closing his lesion and wiping it clean, you unwound the roll of gauze tape and wrapped it around his bicep tightly. Pulling it taut just to see him wince as you shot him a sly smile. "Alright, I don't want any excessive exercise, at least to do with that arm," you pointed at his damaged bicep, "I don't want to see you in here with that wound open. Hell, it'd be great if I didn't have to see you in here at all." You laughed, seeing him feign offence at your remark.

The two of you engaged in some more friendly banter, so much so that you had forgotten that he had showed with Ghost. He had just laughed and laid back to relax in his cot, finding your frenzied state to be absolutely hilarious.

"Sorry about that, sir." You hadn't had the courage to engage in eye contact with the man, but you knew he had been staring at you. God, you had envisioned being pinned under him to that stare, that gloved hand of his cutting off your steady air flow as he slammed into you. Gazing into you without missing a beat, his hips against yours, his deep accented voice whispering the most vile things- and fuck, your thighs involuntarily squeezed together, attempting to keep your arousal at bay (ultimately failing miserably).

For fucks sake, you were on the damn job.

Sitting across from Ghost and changing your gloves, you craned your head to meet his cold stare, making you feel uneasy, body disproving such a thought as you felt your core blossom with arousal.

Wordlessly, he moved his fatigues to just shy of showing his pectoral muscles, slightly turning to his side to show a nasty gash on his side, hovering just below his ribs. You questioned how he stood patiently, observing you treat Soap while he had bleed into his uniform. But honestly, you have never seen him in pain, even when he'd show up to you or the doctor you shadowed with some horrific injuries.

•

Pulling your surgical mask down and sighing in pure exhaustion, you were amazed that you were still able to stand, considering that you'd been on your feet all day. Running back and forth to help those who were on the brink of death, to rejuvenate them and push these men and women back on the field.

You groaned, stumbling back onto the empty cot as you laid on your side. Your eyes felt heavy, dark circles running underside the fragile skin, attesting to how tired you were. Maybe Gaz was onto something, because damn, these cots were comfortable. Either that, or these bunks were just shit.

You found yourself to be completely alone in the med-bay, which is quite the rarity in itself. Plus, you knew that you wouldn't be seeing anymore patients, since you were positive everyone was asleep. And at first, your thoughts were to join them, and rest your heavy lids to get some much needed shuteye, but this horny streak of yours was getting out of hand, plaguing your everyday thoughts and actions.

You bit back a whimper as you thought to the other day of treating Ghost, your gloved hand flat against his muscles, he was warmer than you had thought. Your eyes fluttered shut as you snuck past the waistband of your scrubs, pushing your soaked panties to the side as your fingers ghosted against your slippery folds. A muted moan left your painted lips, your back arching slightly as you plunged your fingers deep inside-

"This is what you do in your free time,"

No, fuck, this isn't happening.

Your eyes shot open as you sat up as fast as you could, ejecting your fingers from your dripping cunt. Pitifully attempting to frame yourself as you hadn't been doing anything. You had been too embarrassed to say anything in return, just gawking at the very man you had just been fantasising.

"Shit, lieutenant, I'm so-"

"Quiet." He came closer to your shrivelling figure, his fatigues abandoned as he wore a more casual outfit.

"I didn't know that-"

"I said quiet, didn't I?" He was right in front of you now, his leather clad hand reaching for your face, tilting your chin to look at him.

You couldn't hold eye contact, but he forced you to, squeezing your cheeks until you looked back into his piercing gaze. He broke his stare, looking at your hand instead. Ghost let go of your face and instead grabbed your wrist harshly, your hand going limp as his grip was harsh. In the dim lights of the room, the both of you could see the shine of your slick coat your fingers, and you wished that your libido wasn't driven up the wall.

"Fuckin' filthy." He rasped, letting go of your hand, his stare returning to your wide and doe-like eyes.

"I guess we're even now, aren't we?" You looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then it hit you.

He knew.

He fucking knew that you had seen him fucking into his hand somewhat desperately, and he had to have known that it had absolutely ruined you these last few days.

"I guess so." You sighed, a newfound courage finding way into your muddied brain. You stood from the cot, looking up at Ghost. "But I could show you something much better than your hand, sir."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Little whore."

You nearly came undone at that lone comment then and there. Normally, if any man had dared to say such a thing remotely similar to what had come from his mouth, you'd slap them and walk away. But damn it all, you'd subject yourself to the worst comments just for him, just for him to use you like a fuck-doll.

You sat back onto the cot, spreading your legs just barely enough so that he noticed, his eyes returning on you once again. You slipped out of your scrub bottoms, your own eyes glued to his as you had returned to pleasing yourself, acting as if your boss hadn't been in the same room as you.

"Mm, fuck, Ghost." You whined, your fingers suddenly halted from your ministrations. "Who said that you could touch yourself? You haven't earned it, slut." You almost purred at his degrading words, your insides clenching on nothing, oh so desperately hoping for something, for him.

Sitting across from you, your eyes settled on his clear erection, not at all surprised at his size, considering that you'd seen it already. But to be up close nearly had you drooling, wanting to be seated on him and bounced with fervour.

You moved closer to him as your hands slowly moved towards him, not stopping you, you had motioned to remove his cock from his sweatpants, awaiting to be woken up from this dream.

Pulling the soft material down slowly, before the throbbing of your clit had you feeling impatient, you swiftly pulled his sweats down just enough so his cock sprang out and bumped against his abs. You looked at him once more to ensure he was fine with it, but for once, he wasn't looking at you, and that's when you knew he was gone.

Your hand looked fucking tiny when wrapped around his length, pumping slowly and occasionally swiping his slit that leaked precum giddily. He was so thick and warm, so big. You squeezed gently, and that had him grunt lowly, his usual demeanour starting to crumble. You went at a rather slow pace on purpose, trying to see just how patient this man was.

When you had pressed against a noticeable vein and traced it to his shaft, he let out another deep groan that had your panties beyond soaked. You were slowly mapping out his sensitive spots, holding his large cock in your smaller hand and pumping him at a quicker pace. You hadn't even noticed his own larger hand forcing your thighs apart and brushing against your clothed clit, forcing a whimper from you.

He easily moved your panties aside, shoving his fingers deep inside of you while you had continued to stroke his cock, your other hand making itself useful and assisting yourself with the task at hand.

He pulled you into his lap, your now bare cunt dangerously close to his dick. Your body just wanting to sink down on him and chase your own high.

You leaned closer to him, using his wide frame as something to rest on. You whimpered lowly as he curled his fingers within your contracting heat, his other hand groping at the curve of your ass.

You continued to stroke his cock, your hand going faster without you even realising it, your thoughts clouded by the massive digits that were ruining your insides. Something that you had been yearning for, and oh, it was so much better than what you could've imagined it to be.

"I'm so close," You whined, grinding your hips against his open palm, your slick making a mess on Ghost. He slapped your ass in response, the stinging sensation making you hug him closer to you as you absentmindedly stopped pleasuring him, lost in your own quite selfishly.

Without a single word, he moved you above his length and pushed in, your eyes meeting his steel gaze as your back arched, a high pitched moan dying in your throat. He forced you down, inch by agonising inch, splitting you open, the stretch painful but so fucking good.

Finally feeling him bottom out inside of you, he barely had you speared atop him for a second before he set a brutal pace, moving you up and down like you weighed nothing. You moaned and babbled out to him, your thoughts melting into nothing as you heard his own low and deep sounds, causing you to squeeze him tightly inside of you.

"Couldn't even treat me without thinking of me fucking you, huh?" He groaned in your ear, his large hand slapping your rear again.

You had truly forgotten how keen this man was, of course he had noticed your filthy thoughts and how the impacted your body. Your plush thighs squeezing together pitifully as you thought of this very moment.

"Mmhm..." You moaned, your gummy walls squeezing his girth. You were able to feel every single vein drag against your velvety insides, getting you intoxicated off of his dick alone.

"Can't even form a single sentence," He grunted, giving your ass another rough smack as you moaned in response, your hands clawing at his broad back, feeling his muscles twitch in response to the slight sting you inflicted on him.

"Fucked you dumb, look at you, you're a fuckin' mess." You nodded dumbly, your hips meeting his own thrusts as you bounced on top of him, his cock shoved deep inside of you, pushing against your cervix as you were stuffed to the absolute brim. Your eyes screwed shut as you cried out his name, never in your life would you have thought you'd be moaning 'Ghost'. But the man was undoubtably the best fuck you ever had.

You whimpered as you felt his cock drag against that spot inside of you that made you see searing stars. Your toes curled as your arms wrapped around Ghost's massive frame, cunt clamping down on his length tightly as you bit back a scream, that knot inside of you finally unraveling as you hit your high, your slick coating his cock and his as well as your thighs.

He assisted you in riding out your high, bouncing you on him at a quicker pace, the embarrassing sound of your greedy pussy sucking him back in flooding the room. Your overshot nerves protesting as your pants had turned into whines, begging him to slow down, or to be more gentle.

How laughable.

"You aren't exactly in a position to make demands, love." He said, his voice low as his big hand groped and pinched the fleshy and soft skin of your ass. You moaned in response, losing the capability to form sentences long ago. Ghost continued to glide you over his thick and heavy cock, your cunt fluttering over his length sheathed inside of you.

You felt him twitch inside of you as you squeezed him tightly, your pants mixed with his groans filled the room. "Mm, you feel so fucking good, lieutenant.." You cried, struggling to ride him properly, thankful for his assistance.

You continued to mumble praises to him in a fake and saccharine tone, attempting to edge him with his orgasm. He groaned as he hurriedly pulled out of you, stroking himself to finish as he grunted deeply, ropes of his warm cum making a mess all over your exhausted body.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, small whimpers leaving you as his breathing was slightly uneven. His broad chest rising and falling quickly as you both basked in your respective orgasms.

You were the first to move, grabbing a clean towel from the material cabinet and cleaning yourself with it. You tossed a clean one to Ghost, who had caught it without looking.

"I didn't know you were such a slut."

"I could say the same to you, sir."

[reveluving]

red lipstick ; adam driver characters headcanons

summary: because what’s sexier than seeing you in red lipstick? 💄

warnings: fluff, humour, slightly explicit (minors DNI!)

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✧･ﾟ Jacques Le Gris

Le Gris' own presence exudes confidence, ferocity, and allure, and his lady is no different. What better way to show the men who envy him the same way the ladies do with you than by bringing you the best of the best? He will settle for nothing less, especially when it comes to your comfort and the like, and he will know if they're not up to par.

Old-timey Jacques will indirectly criticize the maiden in charge, knowing they probably did so to make you seem 'less appealing' to your very own lover, but many seem to forget that he was extremely smart just as he was your doting husband. Just a quick exile over here, a simple repeat of his demand for the best over there and boom, he's back to being happy ol' Le Gris. Modern Jacques is no different, for he would easily purchase the shades you'd swatch and hum to yourself, knowing if he heard how much you liked it, he'd buy the whole store for you. Do you want them personalised, too? Go right on ahead!

And that's not a threat, it's a promise.

“You should never settle for anything less, ma chérie. I shall not allow it.” He’d chime in as soon as he sees your eyes sparkle at the new case with both wonderment and guilt. If you offer to repay him for his endless gifts, he will ask for your kisses, complete with the new set he’s given you, but ever the lover boy that he is, you know good and well it won’t end with just kisses.

✧･ﾟ Flip Zimmerman

Ever heard of the saying "the fortune favours the bold"? He doesn't need to hear from Stallworth that Flip has in fact 'loosen up' upon being graced by your existence. He does, however, preen in the knowledge that since knowing you, he's become bold. Well, bolder than he already was. Where has uncertainty brought him in life? But as much as he'd like to deny till the end of time, he's nearly done it before.

Keyword: nearly.

The day you met, he wondered if he had died in a shootout and met hell's personal It girl—no angel could pull off the devil's shade with pride the way you do. Had he continued to mask his hesitancy by returning your undeterred gaze, he'd be the biggest fool for letting you go.

He'd clock in work with your lipstick stains if he could. Public indecency be damned! He'd fight everyone and anyone if he hears another person talk about it as a form of embarrassment.

"S'not my fault you don't have a pretty girl to come home to." He'd shrug, though the wolfish smile told the poor bastard everything that he felt. Was he wrong? No. Was he going to fight Flip for publicly embarrassing him with the truth? Absolutely not; your husband would probably knock him out before the guy could even land a hit.

✧･ﾟ Clyde Logan

To think there were more red lipstick shades than he could count with his good hand. In all honesty, he really doesn't have a favourite nor does it matter if it's even red or not. That's not to say he doesn't care because clearly, he does, but only in the sense that it makes you happy. You are the professional in this particular field, after all. But best believe the happiness that heightens in him whenever you'd ask for his opinion.

Still, the colour red does, however, as the current generation says, 'hits different'. Unsubtle glances from his patrons were a normal occurrence but they never got any easier by the day. But, on the other hand? He’s the lucky son of a gun who gets to call you ‘his’.

But the man loves his kisses, and kisses he will get! With your frequent visits to the bar, you'll never let this man work without at least a peck on the cheek. Seeing his signature pout lift to the bashful smile we know and love (the audacity) takes no effort.

“Y’know just how to make a man happy, sugar.” He’d murmured against your lips, his sudden boldness not surprising you but instead, his customers, who were only giving him shit but also openly ogling at you not too long ago.

✧･ﾟ Kylo Ren

Whether you think of our ol’ touch-starved leader, the vampire, the knight, or whatever suits your fancy, Kylo will want nothing more than the top-notch of things for his darling, and your preference for lipstick shouldn’t be any different! He, in a way, is an embodiment of red—his passion for both his belief, his interest, and especially, his devotion to you. So, to see the very same colour he associates closely with, other than black, be embraced as your very own as well? He shouldn’t be surprised that most, if not all of his elation are sourced from you in general.

He’s a busy man, but he will not miss the opportunity to watch you apply your colour of the day with great care. He’s unconsciously smiling, lost in your melodic hum as his vow to keep you out of harm’s way grows stronger. He’s been through hell and back to survive, and he’d have no problem doing the same it’s to ensure you leave the danger zone unscathed. So, if something as simple as red lipstick makes you happy, then don’t be surprised if you see a new one even before your current one runs out.

And although all kisses are good kisses, don’t think he won’t pull you in for a real one once the smooching fest starts. You’re worried about leaving a stain? Don’t be! His men/subordinates don’t have the balls to point them out, knowing by doing so is a game over for them.

✧･ﾟ Charlie Barber

The man eats, sleeps, and breathes art, so it's knowing his beloved has her very own is a major plus! One would think nothing impresses him anymore, or at least, not as much as his own work, but oh, were they dead wrong. There hasn't been a day where the lipstick holder on your vanity table never makes him puff out his chest with pride. From the simple matte ones he'd buy after a random day at work simply because it reminds him of you, to the high-end bold to burgundy ones personalised with your name engraved on the case. C’mon, what harm would it do to him for paying a couple of hundreds for makeup as one of his ways to say thank you to his wife—his muse!

Charlie embraces this as your form of art; the shades, the textures, the right amount of shine or shimmer—just anything that screams you. Artistry performed best by his one and only.

And how could he forget about the polaroids you both have? Yours which has him covered in your lipstick stains and face in absolute bliss? His which were you kissing the area close to his happy trail, leaving the same shade colour to his toned body?

Yes, your husband's in paradise, indeed.

✧･ﾟ Commander Mills

Another hunk who really just finds your confidence in whichever you find is best is more than enough, because what's better than his girl's own joy? Even so, if red really speaks to you, then don't be surprised he takes advantage of it. If the numerous times you've caught him staring at your lips and even shamelessly holding your gaze doesn't tell you anything, then the instance he wraps his arms around you for a little while longer before pressing his lips onto yours definitely should.

And if we're talking about the whole time-travelling shebang and somehow, you had to make your own lipstick? Wowie. This man will scour every nook and cranny for the ingredients if you asked him to. Best believe he will find what you need!

If it means getting the opportunity to see you do your thing in your colour and being able to wipe off the accidental smear just after you've applied it, that man is on a mission.

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You can tell that I lost my roll towards the end HAHAHA but if you’re wondering what lipstick in particular inspired me to write this, it’s:

ETUDE Fixing Tint in Analog Rose/Vintage Red

Dior Rouge Dior Lipstick in 999

Stunna Lip Paint Longwear Fluid Lip Color in Uncensored

PERIPERA Ink Airy Velvet in Full Red Brick (11)

[livwritesstuff]

Okay so, do you headcannon any of the girls as also being LGBTQ? If so which one (s)

yeah i've put a normal amount of thought into this? hopefully?

mostly because, as an lgbtq person who was surrounded entirely by straight adults, I sometimes wonder how being raised by queer people affects your perception of being queer yourself. if any of y’all were raised by lgbtq people, pls weigh in because i’d truly love your input, but i have to imagine that at a minimum, you might have a totally different view of sexuality in general. it might not be a whole thing or whatever for them to date girls as well as or instead of boys because not only are they being raised by two dads, but they're also close with their aunts Robin and Nancy, and practically half of their other aunts and uncles are queer in some capacity too, so being lgbt was never "out of the norm" for them.

i also think that “psychology guy”-steve took a “psych of gender” class in college (it actually would probably have been called something like “women’s psych” at the time but the coursework would be the same-ish) that changed his entire life, and he made sure that he and eddie weren’t raising their daughters to fall into those gender role traps. The girls played with toy trains and cars as much as they played with their pretend kitchen, didn’t get scolded for roughhousing unless someone was getting injured for real, and were always allowed to explore whatever interests they wanted without any regard for whether or not it was a "girl thing".

All in all, I think the girls just go through life liking who they like and not making the who part of it a big deal.

Anyway, to answer your actual question –

Moe is gay. 100%. Also – anyone who read this and caught a vibe between her and Gray. Y’all are spot on. I don’t think they’d date in high school though; it’d be more like the situation in this tiktok.

I feel like Robbie is the kid who tried on different labels like hats in high school, but once she hit her college years and mellowed out a little bit, she landed on ol’ reliable queer and stuck with it. She does date cis men, and could probably label herself pansexual if she wanted to, but she’s also pretty much the physical embodiment of this tiktok trend, so it’s rare for her to find a guy she can tolerate dating longer than a month (much to Steve and Eddie’s relief).

Also, if any of them experience any kind of gender fuckery, it's probably Robbie, but again, her dads never made gender a big deal growing up so she kind of just rides the wave of it as it comes (and plays around with her gender expression quite a bit – Frankie from Better Things vibes perhaps?)

I’m on the fence about Hazel. She could def give femme lesbian energy, but I also v much enjoy the idea of Steve and Eddie sweating over finding out she has a boyfriend. Bisexual maybe? idk idk i’ll keep you updated

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[sethsclearwater]

poly Paul x Seth - reader has chronic morning sickness too the point where she's loosing weight - angst and fluff pls xx

TW: mentions of reader vomiting & losing weight

you let out a soft sigh as you leaned back into seth's chest, breathing heavily. you were on the floor of the bathroom with seth after you'd vomited for the 2nd time this morning, "take some deep breaths pretty girl, you're okay." seth cooed, gently running his hand up and down your side.

paul had grabbed his phone and was calling sue to try and figure out what was up. despite being towards the end of your first trimester, you'd somehow managed to lose weight which had both boys freaking out.

"drink some water, yea?" seth gently suggested and you nodded, taking the bottle of water from him and taking small sips, hoping it would help with your seemingly never ending nausea.

paul came back into the bathroom a moment later, coming to sit down next to you and seth, "what did she say?" seth asked softly as he slid his hand to rest on your small baby bump, gently rubbing the skin there with his thumb.

paul sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "she said it's not normal and she's gonna try and think of something she can prescribe her to help." he explained and you shook your head, looking over to seth anxiously who just sighed and pressed his lips to your forehead, knowing how anxious you got about medicine.

"i don't want anything if it might hurt the baby." you whimpered, looking over to paul who just shook his head, taking your hand in his and gently pressing a kiss to the top of your hand.

"princess," he murmured, "you're not gonna be able to carry the baby if you can't keep any food down. you've gotta get some food in you." he explained as gently as he could, both men sighing when your bottom lip warbled and your eyes filled with tears.

"hey, hey," seth cooed, "you're alright, yea? no one's gonna make you do anything you don't wanna do." he reassured, pressing his lips to your temple for a soft kiss, "why don't we get you changed into something more comfy and then we can go put on a show or something?" he suggested thoughtfully and you nodded, taking paul's hands and allowing him to help you up.

while you brushed your teeth and washed your face, paul grabbed you a change of clothes. he quickly helped you change into them before you two headed out to the living room where seth was getting the tv on.

he smiled when he saw you, opening his arms and allowed you to curl into his chest, "are you mad at me?" you whispered to paul who had sat down next to you, taking your swollen feet into his lap so he could rub them for you.

paul shook his head, "not mad. jus' don't like seeing you sick." he explained, offering you a small smile and you nodded, leaning off of seth and over to paul, laying your head down in his lap so he could run his fingers through your hair.

seth took your feet in his lap, rubbing them after he got your show on, all three of you content with cuddling each other while you waited for sue to try and figure out how to cure your morning sickness.