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cheapshrimpysheep · 4 months

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For the request thing, might be dark but holing it's more angst/scary -> Fluff. NRC First years (or any boy you wanna write about) get a phone call from Fem!reader in the night, they think they hear someone breaking into Ramshackle and are scared, the boys' rush in to rescue/protect reader. (Up to you if there is actually someone breaking in or its just old house noises/Grim or ghosts rummaging around etc) thank you for your lovely work thus far!

COMMENTS: Hi! Thank you. 😊 First I just wanted to say that the way I wrote it doesn't make any difference if it's a Fem Reader, so I did it for a GN Reader like I always do. I also apologize that Ace and Deuce's parts are the shortest, it just happened. 😔

More recently I also have less time to write, which is why this one took so long to finish. But I hope you and all like it.❤️

BTW: I used Bard to help me with Epel's dialect. 😜

CHARACTERS: Freshmen (Ace Trappola; Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Epel Felmier; Sebek Zigvolt)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader

WORD COUNT: An average of 490 words per character.

CONTEXT: You had stayed in the bedroom while Grim went downstairs to do something. Probably for a snack. But then you hear him shouting your name as if asking for help.

Knowing that without magic you could be in even more danger than Grim, you pick up your cell phone and call the first contact that appears.

“What's your deal calling so late, hum?” Ace says when he answers you. “It can be off with my head for this, you know?” You explain to him what happened. “Ah, so you called me to come and protect you, is that it?” he says smugly. “You're probably just exaggerating. Maybe Grim is asking for help because he realized he already ate all the-” he noticed that the call was suddenly cut. “Oi, Prefect?... (Y/N)?... (Y/N)?!”

Ace ran out of Heartslabyul without passing anyone who could stop him. Even though he knew he would have problems when he returned.

When he arrived at Ramshackle Dorm, he cautiously approached the door, trying to listen for something to know what state things were in and what situation you were in. But he can't hear anything.

Until you scream! He tries to open the door but it is locked. So he decides to break it in with magic, and runs to the lounge where you were.

“(Y/N)!” He runs to the lounge instinctively, automatically pointing his magic pen at whoever is there with you. Grim and the ghosts scream at being surprised by Ace and he realizes it's just you and them in the dorm.

“Wha- What is going on?!” He asks “You called me because you thought someone was breaking into the dorm. And I come running here to find out that nothing happened?”

You tell Ace that technically you never talked about someone breaking into the dorm, and that after all he was right and Grim was melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on.

“So what was that about the call hanging up while we were talking?” Your cell phone has run out of battery. “And the scream just now?” The ghosts had decided to take advantage of the situation to prank on you.

Ace was upset, probably as much as you were.

“Serious? All this rush for nothing. How am I going to explain this to the housewarden? I'm going to lose my head at this hour.” He looks at you with that sly smile. “You know, this is your fault. I came running here because you hinted that you were in danger. I think I deserve compensation. What if you let me sleep here tonight?

“If you get in charge of fixing the door that you just broke into.” Grim says.

“I did it because I thought it was an emergency!”

“Oh yeah? We can always settle this in Heartslabyul's court.”

“Fine, fine, I'll fix the door.” He looks at you “Can I sleep here tonight then?”

“Hi (Y/N). It's really late for you to be calling, is something wrong?” You explain to Deuce what happened. “Don't leave your room! Stay safe there, I'm on my way!” He hangs up the call and runs out of Heartslabyul without passing anyone who could stop him. He doesn't think twice because you wouldn't be the type to play a prank like that on him. Right?

When Deuce arrives at Ramshackle, he calls your cell phone. But you don't answer. Which worries him even more. He runs to the front door and tries to open it. Obviously it was locked. So he breaks it open with a mix of brute force and magic... or maybe a cauldron.

“(Y/N)! GRIM!” He calls.

“DEUCE?!” He hears the incredulous voice of you and Grim in unison. They were coming from the lounge, so he runs there. To find you, Grim and the ghosts safe and sound.

“Are you guys okay? What happened?”

You explain to him that after all, Grim was just melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on.

“Oh... That's a relief, I think. But why didn't you answer me then? I called you before I came in.” Your cell phone had run out of battery. He sighs and smiles at you. “Well, I'm glad it was just a misunderstanding and that you're okay.” All of his priorities at that moment were knowing that you were safe, so much so that it didn't even occur to him to ask any more questions.

You hear the door that Deuce had just broken down creaking in the wind. “I am so sorry!” he says “I can fix the door, don't worry.”

But the wind starts to get stronger, and thinking about the problems he will have when he returns, you invite him to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm that night.

“Are you sure?” He asks, as if he also said he didn't want to bother. It's the least you can do for him. And you will talk to Riddle to explain what happened and stop him from cutting off Deuce's head.

“Thank you so much (Y/N).” He smiles at you. “I promise I'll fix the door tomorrow.”

“Hello (Y/N). Is something wrong?” Jack knew that for you to be calling at that time there was little chance of it being for a simple conversation. You explain to him what happened. “Did you hear any other strange noises?” You say there was absolutely nothing else, which also worries you. And at that moment you start to hear the wood on the floor creak as if someone was climbing the stairs. “Stay safe in your room! I’m on my way!”

The thing is that when you called him, he was already getting ready for bed. So he quickly changed his clothes with the help of magic and ran out of Savanaclaw right to Ramshackle Dorm. Making sure not to wake up any of the Savanaclaw students who might already be asleep, especially Leona.

When he arrives, he uses his signature spell to transform into a wolf and sniff the outside of the dorm to try to notice if there was any different smell, from someone other than you and Grim perhaps. But he doesn't notice anything strange in the air. Which meant that either there was nothing strange going on or whoever showed up was really good at hiding their tracks.

He approaches the front door and tries to listen inside. And that's when he hears you scream. He wastes no more time, breaks down the door in his wolf form and follows the trail of your scent to you. Upstairs. In your bedroom.

As soon as a huge white wolf appears at the door of your bedroom, Grim and the ghosts are the ones who scream this time. No one else was there with you. Jack returns to his beastman form.

“What happened? Did someone break into the dorm? Have they already run away?” He still had his defensive and ready to attack posture.

You apologize to him and explain that Grim's cry for help was nothing more than him being melodramatic when he discovered he was out of snacks.

“So who was coming up the stairs when you called me?”

After Grimm screams, the ghosts appear and they thought it was an excellent opportunity to scare you. They had just jump-scared you before Jack showed up. Up until then they had been making strange noises to build the suspense.

“And did you find that funny?!” Jack shouts at them. “This could have been an emergency! You shouldn't joke about something like that!” He starts to calm down as the ghosts apologize and Grim says it wasn't out of spite. And he remembers one thing. He puts his hand on the back of his neck and rubs it. “Oh, um... I... I ended up breaking down your door to get in. I'm sorry. I'll fix it.”

After all that and at a time like that, you invite Jack to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm. It's the least you can do for getting him into all that mess.

“Well, that would be very helpful. Especially because I don't want to risk waking up anyone in my dorm when I get back. But... are you sure?” You could see his tail starting to wag a little.

“Good evening (Y/N).” Epel greets you “Is everything alright?” You explain to him what happened. “Hmm?! M-Maybe it's nothing serious. D-Do you have any way of knowing what happened safely? You know, without you being noticed if someone is there I mean?”

You say you'll try and Epel hears you walking and leaving the door of your bedroom but then he stops hearing anything.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?... (Y/N)?!” He looks at his cell phone and sees that the call has disconnected. “Land sakes alive, what have I done now? I gotta get on over there right this minute!” AKA: "AH! What have I done? I have to go there! NOW!"

He changes his clothes as quickly as possible with the help of magic and runs out of Pomefiore. Praying that no one spots him and stops him. The part about someone stopping him didn't happen, now the part about being seen or noticed could be another story.

When he arrives at Ramshackle Dorm he tries to call you again, but it seems like your cell phone is turned off. He prepares his magic pen and thinks about breaking the door with magic. But then he realizes that he can make your situation worse, since he doesn't know what's happening inside.

Until he hears you scream and then he forgets all his pacifist options and breaks down the door as his instinct was telling him to do.

“(Y/N)?!” he calls for you.

“EPEL?!” He hears your incredulous voice. It was coming from the lounge, so he runs there. To find you, Grim and the ghosts safe and sound.

"What in tarnation happened? Y'all alright?"

You explain to him that after all, Grim was just melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on.

“You're pulling my leg, ain't you? All this hullabaloo over a little snack?” You, Grim and the ghosts look at him confused. He clears his throat. “I mean, all this fuss for a late night snack?” He looks at Grim in annoyance. “Wait!” He looks at you. “What about your cell phone? The call dropped and I couldn't call you anymore.”

You explain that you ran out of battery on it.

“And your scream just now?”

The ghosts had decided to take advantage of the situation to prank on you. He looks at the ghosts with the same look of annoyance that he looked at Grim. Epel takes a deep breath and sighs. You all heard the wind making the now broken door creak.

“Ah! The door!” He realizes. “I’m so sorry. I break it to get in. I can fix it, I promise. I can make it as good as new. I can make it look like new. Since you'll probably need a new one anyway. I´m sorry... again.”

After all that, at a time like that, and thinking about the problems he will have when he returns, you invite Epel to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm. And you say that you will explain everything to Vil, especially the fact that Epel did that because he thought you were in danger.

“R-Really?! Um, but are you sure it's okay for me to sleep here tonight?”

“HUMAN!” Sebek shout at your ear. “What is your business calling me at an unacceptable hour like this?” You explain to him what happened. “Don't be ridiculous! I'm sure nothing serious could be happening.” You hear footsteps coming up the stairs and approaching your bedroom. You tell him this. “Are you saying those footsteps sound like a human and not Grim?” The call hangs up. “Human?... (Y/N)! I DEMAND THAT YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO ME!” But he doesn't hear anything else.

Under normal circumstances he would notify Lilia and ask for permission to leave Diasomnia at an hour like that. But he was also trained to act in emergencies and this was one of those times. He cannot waste any time and must leave immediately for Ramshackle Dorm.

Despite his temperament, he was trained to know how to act in these types of situations. He must first analyze what is happening and only then create a plan. Otherwise he takes the risk of making things even worse and in the worst case scenario, your life will end because of his irresponsibility. He approaches the door and listens. Things were calm, too calm. Until he hears you scream!

He immediately breaks down the door with just his strength and takes out his magic pen. He hears movement upstairs. In your room. He runs there and when he arrives, his warning shout gives a heart-stopping scare to everyone there with you. Which is just Grim and the ghosts.

“WHAT HAPPENED? I REQUEST A REPORT IMMEDIATELY!”

You explain to him that after all, Grim was just melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on. And then he and the ghosts decided to take advantage of the situation to play a trick on you.

“Was that why you screamed before I came in?” He asks. You confirm. “What about your cell phone? The call ended after you told me you heard someone coming up the stairs.” Your cell phone ran out of battery.

“HOW CAN YOU BE SO CARELESS? You should always have your greatest means of communication ready for an emergency!” He then looks at Grim. “AND YOU! You should redefine your priorities! Asking for help over a snack is unacceptable!” Before Grim can complain, he finally looks at the ghosts, but still referring to Grim as well. “And what you did, from what I know, humans call it a prank. I always found them unnecessary and ridiculous. And look how right I am! UNACCEPTABLE TO BE USED IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS!”

Grim starts arguing with Sebek until the ghosts say he's right. That was a mean joke at a bad time and they apologize to both you and Sebek. Which brings a smug to his face.

You hear a creak, the wind passing through the broken door.

“Do you see where your joke took you? You made me break down the door thinking it was a rescue.”

“You broke her because you wanted to!” Grim responds. “We didn't force you into anything!”

Sebek sighs, annoyed. “Very well, I'll find a way to fix the door. BUT MAY THIS BE THE LAST TIME YOU TRICK (Y/N) TO THE POINT OF CALLING ME TO COME HERE!”

After all that and at a time like that, you invite Sebek to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm.

“Don't worry.” He says “There will be no such need. Just as I came here, I can easily return without any problems.” But if you say that you feel bad about making him go to Ramshackle Dorm for nothing and that it is the least you can do for the inconvenience, he might reconsider. “Oh, I see. You're still scared, are you not? Very well, I can keep you company tonight.”

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killsbil · 2 months

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His Muse

Pairing : Ghost x Secretary Reader

Warnings: angst, smut, choking, ghost jacking off in his car. Ghost driving for some damn reason

18+ ONLY MDNI

( YES, HETEROCHROMIA GHOST. CRY)

Now, you were a secretary for a special operations force called Task Force 141. While being the secretary, they had strict rules, of course, it wasn't JUST for you, but they weren't anything hard to follow honestly. It's not like you were some damn horny teenager, you were just trying to get by with this job. You wanted some job that could help you real good...and somehow you landed with this one, being the secretary, you only had to organize nearly everything, write reports, and emails, keep up with data, and do whatever Captain Pierce asks of you.

None of the members spoke to you as they never really saw you, well they did, but you didn't pay attention. Your face was always focused on the computer, typing away, but hey? What's a girl gotta do to get by yeah? One task force menber caught your eye, Simon Riley, he was quiet, and when he spoke his voice was cold, a little too serious. But when he looked at you, you wouldn't look back. He was honestly scary looking, honestly, he looked like he could just snap you in half if you said something wrong. You never spoke to him, he's always busy, you're Always busy... and either way, what would you say to him? The only thing you could think about saying was something about his eyes, they were pretty, one eye was brown, the other grayish blue. You had never seen heterochromia in person before, it was beautiful. It wouldn't hurt to tell him that... Right? Y/n had thought, it was not like he would kill her for that.

Noticing the time, and one of the recent emails from Captain Pierce, she had to bring a folder of mission data to the meeting...in that room ..with all those people. That wasn't scary...at all, y/n unlocked her cabinet, reached in the middle for a file, and closed it back, locking it.

She'd walk down the hallway and then turn to her right, knocking on a door, the sign next to the door would read "conference room". Through the window she saw a black male, with short curly hair, he was leaning back in his chair, he turned to her and smiled for a split second. his eyes went back to somebody who was talking, Shortly after the talk was done, y/n was allowed into the room, she walked over to Captain Pierce, placing the folder down as she turned around, she saw an empty chair next to a task force member named soap, he was nice, but all discussions y/n had with him were short. Was that Ghost's chair? Noticing y/n's stare, soap smiled, his other hand which rested behind a chair pointed down the hall.

Usually, he didn't do this, he would ignore her if she came in during meetings because she wasn't supposed to hear a thing about the meetings, y/n snapped out of it as she left, closing the door behind her. Now, she didn't like him like a crush, nor was she a fan of him, she just wanted to tell him her lil compliment.

Y/n went down the hall and turned, seeing a man pour him some coffee, it was a ghost, and he needed a breather. Y/n leaned on the wall as she watched him. Honestly ..he was so.. it was unexplainable but ...the girls that get it, get it. "You just gonna stand there and look stupid?" He said, not even turning around "Oh! Sorry I-'' she was about to explain before he finished her sentence" Didn't mean to," he said..pouring coffee into his coffee cup.

"How did you know what I was gonna say?" She asked him, as she walked closer, leaning on the counter "Cause that's what every secretary before you said " he said, his voice was cold, it was like he was just...tired of playing this game, over and over. "Every secretary before me? What happened to them?" Y/n asked, now...she was curious! She had forgotten all about her compliment. Ghost would let out a sigh as he turned around. "they all got terminated, fired. Breaking rules.. or they were spies" he said, he had some skull balaclava on, not the full mask, ghost would place his cup down leaning on the counter.

"you're gonna end up just like them, you're gonna take a bribe and spy, or break that rule." He added on, he read her like a book, y/n though, she scrunched up her face in confusion, somehow feeling a little disrespectful "Okay mr mysterious" she said with a slight eye roll. "Ghost." He corrected her, his voice firm "Lieutenant ghost." He said. Y/n's eyes widened when she realized his rank, now she felt a little demotion coming for that eye roll. Ghost's face was blank, with no expression, just those eyes staring at her as if he was reading her like a book. " What rule did they break" Y/n was a little interested in the lore now.. she was glad she was on break, otherwise Captain Pierce would have her head.

"Someone lacks critical thinking skills.." he mumbled, who invited him to the bitch fest? "No dating rule. They come up to me just like you did ...no ill intent, ask questions...then there's that compliment, and it starts something" he said, each word he got close to her, y/n leaned back against the counter as his hands rested on the counter, trapping her, his eyes stared down at her as if he was disappointed. "I'm gonna say this once... Don't treat this like it's some game like you can just sway a coworker with this innocent act, be professional" he said, he was tired. But was he tired of those girls just .. treating him like he was an award, an object for pleasure, or just....the betrayal, tired of having hope, letting someone close, and then...boom.

Well, the answer was he was just... Tired of the unprofessionalism "Huh -" y/n noticed how close he was, her heart beat so damn fast, hell! She wasn't trying to seduce him, she just wanted to give him that compliment." I...I just wanted to say your eyes are pretty. I never saw them up close. I'm sorry if you thought I was trying to pursue you Lieutenant" she said, and ghost was wrong, well, half wrong. He shook his head "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Run along." He said turning his back to her and going back to his coffee...

Y/n was so confused...what the hell? She was NOT trying to seduce this man," um...right." she said walking back to her desk, part of her kind of liked that. But the other part was so damn confusing. Now, for the rest of her break, she was on the phone with her best friend until...she felt her phone vibrate, from a text message.. sent an unknown number. "Girl hold on...some number just texted me..." She said, putting her on speaker, "bitch don't you have it where unsaved numbers can't contact you??" She said, "Girl yes I do, that's why I'm confused."

She looked at the text message reading You're Loud. we can hear you down here. Now she knew it wasn't Captain Pierce because she had his number saved. "Is it your boss?" She asked "No? I have his number saved, remember he gave us that ride back to my house?" Y/n said "Oh shit...right Anyway, when is he gonna let me climb that tree-" she said "Bye Audrey, you are not getting me fired because you're sexually attracted to my boss- WHO COULD BE YOUR DAD," y/n said "call me a panther. I'm ready to take it..." Audrey said. "Bye ...get off my phone.. you're distracting me, I'll see you later." Y/n hung up on her sighing

She was a hot mess, Audrey was the friend with no filter, but anyway. She would look at the message rolling her eyes a little, y/n texted the number back saying Sorry about that, but who is this and how did you get my number? only for it to be left on read for about 50 minutes. She just rolled her eyes going back to organizing meetings and events. She hummed, and of course..responding to emails, she kind of neglected them.

Shortly after that, her phone lit up as she got a text message that said Lieutenant Ghost. with that she saved the contact. She wanted to mess with him a little, to ease the weird tension between them Responding 56 minutes later? now nice of you. She would text him. Yes, she thought she ate that. This time she got a quick response It's disrespectful to be on your phones during meetings, and you're counting the minutes Ms L/n? Y/n saw that, was she just eaten up respectfully? And Ms? SHE'S NOT EVEN MARRIED? Oh.. you could just call me Y/n, and I'm not married Lieutenant.. it would be Miss.. she would respond to his text Yeah YEAH she ate him up. noted. Would be the last text message he even sent.

soon came the end of the day, when everyone left, y/n was the only one left she had to stay back and respond to some emails, once she was done she'd lock her computer and would put any paperwork she left out, back in the respective drawers, when she went to the door she had seen the rain attacking the streets, this caused a loud annoyed groan from y/n, she didn't bring a damn umbrella cause she swore it wouldn't rain today. She suddenly felt someone behind her... who was left here? Was she not alone? As soon as she turned, she saw that it was Lieutenant Ghost, holding an umbrella at her "How far is your car..." He said. Now he didn't want her getting drenched in the rain, that's the nicest he could be at least "Oh no- my friends picking me up..." She said, smiling. That smile unthawed that heart of his, just a little. " It's 11:00 pm L/n, normal people are asleep by now," he said.

"So...you're not normal?" She asked, her smile getting wider, ghost just raised an eyebrow.."let me take you home." He said opening the door for her, he didn't exactly answer that question of hers ``You can drive? Gaz said ...you can't drive, you shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel" She said, if you saw the look on y/n's face, she looked horrified. "Do you want a ride home or do you want a sneak peek at the next little mermaid." He was getting drenched waiting for her, y/n laughed at his comment, and she stepped under the umbrella and followed him to his car, which was an eight-seater, and she mumbled sorry since she felt bad for him getting drenched. Ghost just got in behind the wheel, y/n turned to him asking him a question "Hey... Lieutenant... How come you're staying back?? Wouldn't you be sleeping about this time?" She asked "I could ask you the same, but I was getting training in.. that's all," he said, but the look on his face said differently.

Now ghost? He took care of his body, he had...muscle, a lot of it.. it was even visible when he wasn't flexing. Y/n would stare at his arms and hands as he drove, then slowly, her eyes moved back to his very own beautiful eyes. "Are you sure? You have this look on your face... Like you're not here mentally.." She said, Ghost stopped at a light, turning to her "You know, some questions aren't supposed to be asked," he said. "Well- I'm here for" "No you're not." He corrected her, internally, Ghost felt like he couldn't speak to anyone, it was a waste of time. "you can't handle anything I would tell you. that's if I did." He said, shaking his head, "How come? I'm helpful- I can handle it." She said " No." He repeated. "Please - I promise I can lift a weight off your shoulders" she begged, she wanted to help him, she felt like he could use a friend honestly "No. I'm not gonna say it again." Ghost said, sounding annoyed.

"Everyone does- "Y/n tried to speak, but she got cut off " Y/N. For the last time no, don't waste your time. You'd only hurt yourself..you'd be useless in this situation" He said, his voice like a stab directly into the heart, after that, y/n got quiet..then she furrowed her eyebrows turning to him "You don't need to be rude." She said Ghost looked confused, he didn't expect her to talk back "And I'm not useless... I'm a great listener! I don't know why but, ever since I've talked to you, you've done nothing but assume the worst about me. I just want to be your friend!" She said, Ghost started driving again, going silent before he deeply sighed "Colleagues, especially us, can't be friends. You're gonna be just like-" "I'm not like them- I don't wanna use you like a boy toy! I just think you're cool for fucks sake !" Y/n was starting to get so damn tired of his mindset.

"I understand you have this...wound but you can't just make it seem like I'm some weirdo... I'm not gonna befriend you, sleep with you, then leave! I think you're cool! " She said, "Besides, friends don't do any of that!" She added nodding. "If I say yes, are you gonna stop asking to be my friend?" He said, annoyed, he did feel a little better about her now that he knew she wasn't gonna try anything. "Yes!" Said smiling. "Does this mean I get to know your name?" She said, her smile all big.. ghost would let out a large...long dramatic sigh "Simon." He said, "That's a cute name !" She said, going to his contact, and changing his name, Ghost watched her shaking his head "But don't call me that at work. At least keep some professionalism" he said "Does that mean you'll call me by my first name?" She ignored what he said

"Did you hear what I said?" He stopped the car, turning to her with a serious look" Yes...." She said, looking away. The whole ride she didn't look him in the eyes, Ghost noticed that "look at me ." He asked, instead y/n would turning to look at a tree, Ghost would park between two cars as he gripped the girl's jaw, making her look at him. "What did I say?" He asked her, y/n stared in his eyes, fuck. She got nervous, butterflies filled her stomach as she bit her lips "Umm.. call you Lieutenant something. During work ...professional stuff..yeah." she said. Suddenly the tension between them got hot..

Ghost sighed, looking at her pretty lips a little too long.. "fuck.." he said"what... Do I have something on my face?" She said furrowing her eyebrows, confused "Nah..." He said just ..staring, was he gonna kiss her? "Hey- I mean...if you wanna kiss me .. do it, yolo?" She said, honestly she thought 3 things were gonna happen, he headbutts the fuck out of her, kisses her, or or or. Well, scratch those two things.

"That'd be unprofessional.." he said, his eyes never leaving her lips. "Oh for fucks sake then fire me for this." She lifted his mask to his lips, kissing him, and she held his face. The next thing you knew she was on his lap making out with the masked man, it got hot...he gripped her waist as her kiss got serious. A moan came from y/n as Ghost's hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly y/n heard her name being called, she snapped out of it looking at ghosts.

"Bloody hell. You look like you just saw a ghost." He said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "I'm sorry Lieutenant, what were you saying..?" Y/n said blinking a couple of times "I said did you hear what I said?" He said "Oh yeah ..professionalism." she said, sighing "No, I asked you for your address?" Now Ghost was confused "What's with you? You were just staring off?" He said, looking her up and down. "Nothing...I could've just sworn... Something had happened. But it didn't? I was just imagining it." Y/n said, "But I live...." She told him his address, she only lived a couple blocks down from him.

Eventually, y/n and ghost pulled up to her pretty house, she watched the rain fall with a smile, and then she turned to Ghost "Hey.. I have a question lieutenant.." she said "Simon, we are out of work.." he said, this girl fought to be his friend and get the privilege of knowing and calling him by his name... Now she's not? "But lieutenant sounds better," she said, aggravating Simon, and she knew she was. "God, you're annoying..what is it? What's your question" he said, sighing.. he was getting used to y/n honestly.. She was cute in a sense.

"Can we take a photo ? I wanna put it in your contact.. " she said, Ghost sighed "..." He looked at her, and the look he gave told her no, but ... She wanted a yes, she pleaded, doing the little look and all "fine." Ghost, a dog trained to kill mercilessly, cracked to a secretary pleading for a photo "but don't show anyone it. Got it?" He said

"Thank you, Simon!" She giggled and hugged him, this caught Him off guard, he wasn't.. the type of person who did physical affection, but his arms wrapped around her, hugging her back as a part of him wanted to cry, she felt so nice and warm. Something so comforting, he had the urge to protect her, the urge to lock her in a cage and keep her all to himself. "Ghost..?" She said as he spaced out, his head resting on her shoulder, his grip was firm but allowed her to move

she pulled back slightly reaching for his face, and that's when his eyes snapped to her, he released her looking away.. suddenly y/ns giggle was heard "You're a hugger." She said, "I'm a soldier." He replied she shook her head "No no, deep down that hug, you cherished it..that moment was something you're gonna remember" she said, he rolled his eyes turning his head to him"What are you- some psychologist?" He squinted.

"Oh no - I went to college for ( insert major of your choice) I could never do psychology! But my friend Audrey is a psychologist so I know a couple of things." She said proudly, Ghost nodded, he knew to remember Audrey "Come on and take this picture..you got some sleep to get." He said, "Aww you care!" She said messing with him. "Y/n." He said, "Okay okay!" She laughed, his care filled with her joy and giggles... Something for a change ... Maybe she wasn't like the others, well he hoped so.

She leaned in, getting him in the frame, but he barely was in it "Oh let me readjust!" She said she moved a little, and it didn't fix. This process went on for 6 minutes. "Note to self.. don't let y/n take pictures ." He sighed "Just... Sit on my lap for the picture." He said. Y/n grew flustered, "but I could crush you-" she said trying to find a better alternative, Ghost looked offended " ' I can lift you easy, you'll find out someday..But hurry up." She said,

she sighed, climbing into his lap hovering, getting ready to take the picture, ghost glared, putting his hands onto her waist as he forced her down with ease as if she was some kind of lightweight to him." see. not that hard to sit down and listen. Atta girl, now take the picture." He said, atta girl? Sit down and listen. Y/n was flustered by his words... Whew lord she needed to act right .. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she took the picture smiling. She didn't know what Ghost did, but she took it.

Y/n had accidentally dropped her phone, she moved back against Ghost as she bent down while sitting on him "What are you doing-" he said, his heart dropping as he felt her right above something she shouldn't be on. "Well I dropped my phone, so he still!" She said she was the only one moving around, god, she didn't mean to grind but she was doing it! Ghost bit down on his lips as he resisted the urge to just.. thrust up, suddenly he felt her warmth...that didn't help. "Y/n... Please just ...look normally.." he said, his voice cracking

"Shut up I almost got it!" She said, her lower body hovering above the said area before roughly sitting down, this made Ghost tilt his head up as he roughly gripped her waist forcing her to sit up. "Have you got that damn phone yet?" He said, his chest heaving up and down. "Yeah! I got it as soon as you pulled me up, thanks again for the ride Simon, I'll pay you back I promise...are you gonna watch me go in my house?" She asked, Simon just nodded as he watched her get up, and out of the car leaving to go inside her house

GHOST POV

fuck... I know she didn't mean to do that but... Shit. Why am I so riled up over something like that? Get it together lieutenant. He thought, he looked down at his boner as he sighed...she's in her house ...and it's not like y/n could see through his windows. He sighed, unbuckling his pants, and pulling down his boxers just to see his erect cock spring out, pre cum nearly leaking out, he removed his gloves sighed, closed them strokes his shaft. You're probably wondering what he imagined, of course, it was y/n, he tilted his head back only to see y/n bouncing on his cock, a moaning and teary mess.

He bucked his hips up into his hand as he visualized how pretty her boobs would look bouncing every time she did, looking down just to see a bulge , he was the one causing it. Her whines and moans, her pleading for him to go faster, rougher, to choke her. And he did just that, then...a word came out. "love you so much!" she said, instead of shocking ghost, in this scenario he took his mask off begining to mark her up with bite marks and hickeys. Y/n gripped his short blonde shaggy hair. His thrusts became passionate as he Whined "so good..so good .. nice and warm for me" he said in a shakey voice... Finally, he came A little too much, the little scenario ended as he opened his eyes to him being in his car parked out by y/ns house, he cleaned himself up. Simon has a moment of clarity... He just sighed, before speaking to himself "I'm setting myself up again..." He said before fixing himself, driving off.

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Brought Me Back to Life | S.H x fem!reader

Summary: The suspicion of your boyfriend cheating grows and grows causing you to go get a drink, or several, at a local bar. What happens when you meet a man with the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen?

Content: SMUT (18+ ONLY), modern!au, infidelity, flirting, drinking, swearing, oral (f&m rec), fingering (fem rec), oral (m rec), slight exhibitionism, protected sex, multiple orgasms, titty sucking, missionary position, sort of rough, slight choking, dirty talk, praise, fluff, pet names, use of y/n, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, barely proofread

word count: 4.8k

a/n: In honor of it being Steve’s birthday and also high infidelity day i figured this was fitting! Enjoy! (sort of based on high infidelity by t swizzle)

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The noise in the bar drowns out as you stare into your drink, hoping it will magically give you some sort of answer to your problem.

You were supposed to have a date with your boyfriend tonight, but apparently he had “stay late at the office” and by that you’re pretty sure he means he has to bury himself in his secretary.

It’s so cliche, isn’t it? A man having an affair with his secretary while you stay at home being the so-called perfect girlfriend. It’s ridiculous.

“Why don’t you just leave him?” your best friend asked you the first time your suspicion appeared and isn’t that the question of the century?

At first, the thought of leaving him seemed scary and it still sort of is. He’s your first serious boyfriend and the beginning of the relationship started off so well. He was kind, affectionate, and treated you like you could walk on water. It all seemed too good to be true. Turns out you were right.

Now, he barely touches you, he only tells you he loves you when you say it first, and you can’t remember the last time he did anything nice for you. You keep hoping he’ll change at that it’s all just a phase, but there’s only so much hope a person can have.

A man you’d seen in here a few times before sits next to you at the bar. You’d never properly met him, but he seemed kind. He was never creepy or crude. There were even multiple occasions that you’d seen him order a girl an uber when she was far too gone to do it herself and he waited with them to make sure they got in safely. It was endearing.

He lets out a defeated sigh and you turn to look at him. “You okay?” you ask and his head whips up to look at you. “Me? Yeah, sorry. I’m here for my birthday and all my friends are gonna be here late so I’m kinda bummed”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Happy birthday, though” you smile and he smiles back. He’s cute. Way too cute to be sad on his birthday. “Thanks. I know it’s totally lame to be a grown man and be upset about this” he chuckles. “No, I get it! I’d be sad too. You’re never too old to wanna have fun on your birthday, right?”

“Right. I’m Steve, by the way” he introduces himself. “y/n.” you respond. “I like that name. Suits you” Is he flirting with you? Is it bad that you hope he is? “Thanks. Had it my whole life” you say and he laughs.

“What are you drinking, birthday boy?” you ask due to the lack of alcohol in his glass. “Jack and coke. Why?”

“Hey, Tony!” you get the bartender's attention “Can I get a jack and coke and two tequila shots with limes, please?” you request. “On it, sugar” Tony replies before going to fetch the drinks.

“You know him by name? You always come in here to cheer up sad guys on their birthdays?” he teases and you shake your head. “No” you laugh “I, um, I come in here whenever I have a fight with my boyfriend, which is pretty often. I guess I should get some better coping habits, huh?”

Boyfriend. ‘Of course you have a boyfriend’ Steve thinks to himself. Just his luck that the pretty girl he’s been admiring from afar for two months has a boyfriend.

“What was it about? The fight, I mean” He wonders and hopes you don’t get upset with him for asking. “Oh, I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on me” you say it so casually Steve assumes this isn’t the first time you’ve had this thought. “Shit, I’m sorry. Why do you think that? If you don’t mind me asking”

“He’s been having a lot of late nights at the ‘office’ lately and when he isn’t there, he’s always on the phone at two in the morning claiming it’s the office, but why would they need him that late? He’s shit at his job so he’s the last guy they should call. Oh, and I found an acrylic nail in his car that most definitely didn’t belong to me.” you sigh and feel a little embarrassed about the admission. You get enough judgment from yourself and you really don’t need it from the handsome man sitting next to you.

“Shit, that sucks. I got cheated on once and, god, it was rough”

“Yeah, it is. Are you in a relationship now?” Wow, subtle you think as soon as the question leaves your mouth. “Nope. Single as a pringle over here” he cringes when he says it, but you laugh and he realizes it wasn’t that bad if you thought it was cute, even if he feels like an idiot for saying it.

The bartender comes back to set your drinks in front of you and you thank him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything. I should be buying you drinks” he says and you shake your head at him “No way. It’s your birthday. I hope you like tequila. I didn’t even ask!” you exclaim and hand him the shot glass. “Are you kidding? I love it” he raises the shot glass to his lips but you stop him.

“Are you a neanderthal? We gotta lick salt off of our hands first”

“Oh we do, do we?” he cocks his head and raises his eyebrows. He’s so pretty that you feel like you’re already tipsy before you’ve even had one full drink. “Yes, obviously. Salt, tequila, lime. It’s math” you state. “The only math I know is me plus tequila equals bad decisions” he responds and you lean in close to him. “I’d like to test that” you whisper and he gulps. His cheeks flush and you can’t help but smile. “o-okay, so, um, salt first?” he stammers.

You grab a salt shaker and his hand. He feels dizzy from your touch and he can’t imagine what it’ll be like after he’s had a few drinks. “You gotta lick your hand” you move his hand near his mouth and wait for him to do so.

“You don’t wanna do that for me?” he smirks “Mm, you’d like that. Maybe the next one, though” you playfully wink.

“I’m gonna hold you to that. Permission to take the shot?”

“Permission granted”

You clink your glasses together and throw the tequila back. It slightly burns your throat, but oddly in a good way. You feel warmth spread throughout your body and you aren’t sure if it’s from the alcohol or from the way Steve hasn’t stopped looking at you.

“Next rounds on me and no way we’re getting another shot of that” he grimaces. “I thought you said you loved tequila” you pout and he wants to kiss the expression right off your face. “I like when pretty girls take tequila shots with me” he corrects and you roll your eyes. “Alright, casanova. Unfortunately, this place doesn’t let you buy your own drinks on your birthday. Weird, right?”

“So weird, considering I bought my first drink all on my own. How about I play you in a game of pool and loser buys” he suggests. “But I suck at pool” you whine and he stands up from his seat. “C’mon, I’ll go easy on you” he offers you his hand to help you down from the stool and you gladly accept the offer.

“Do you wanna break?” he asks as he lines up the solids and stripes in formation. “No, you can. Might put you at an advantage and you’ll probably need it” you tease. “Oh really? Thought you said you suck at pool?”

“I suck at pool, not trash talk” you clarify. “Ah, I see how it is. Watch and learn, pretty girl”

Steve breaks and of course one of the balls goes into a pocket because he’s annoyingly good at everything from what you’ve seen so far. “Solids it is. You might wanna take a seat, I think I’m about to be on a streak” he jokingly gloats.

Steve makes three in a row and it’s finally your turn. You assume what you thought was the correct position because it’s 8-ball and there’s really only one way you can do this.

“That’s your form? No wonder you suck”

“How many forms are there? This is, like, standard form” you defend and he tsks. “You gotta- hold on, I’ll show you.” Steve sets down his cue stick and walks over to you.

“First, you’re kinda hunched over weird” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, signaling for you to arch a bit more and you comply. “y-yeah.That's good. Next, you gotta position your hips in line with the ball. It helps with aim” He doesn’t actually know if that’s true, but he still gently grabs your hips to position you. When you move, your ass brushes his crotch and he lets out a small gasp at the contact.

“Now what?” you ask since Steve hasn’t moved or said anything in about ten seconds. “Oh, um, now the way you hold the cue stick. It’s abysmal the way you do it”

“Show me then?” you ask, sweetly and look over your shoulder at him. “Here, like this” He moves his arms to position them with yours. “This” he starts and you can feel his breath on your neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin “helps you keep it steady. Look what happens when we go to shoot”

He moves the cue stick to demonstrate and pushes himself closer to you. “You wanna keep a nice grasp on it- yeah, just like that- it can be kinda hard at first, but once you find a rhythm it’s simple. You don’t wanna be too rough or too soft with it, either. Gotta find the perfect in-between”

“You’re still talking about pool, right?”you kid. “Do you want me to still be talking about pool?” he whispers in your ear and it’s so difficult to keep your composure. “Mhm. Still gotta kick your ass, don’t I?”

You do, in fact, kick Steve’s ass.

“I told you I’d win!” you exclaim, jumping with glee. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I owe you a drink now”

Truth be told, Steve let you win. Not only did he want to buy you a drink, seeing pure joy on your face is worth the relentless teasing he's going to endure for the rest of the night.

“Yeah, you do” you respond, stepping closer to him so there’s barely any space between your bodies. He wants to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him so badly, but he worries he’s crossing a line. Sure, you’ve been flirty with each other and a little touchy, but you’re still in a relationship. What if you’re just trying to have a little fun before going back to your douchebag of a boyfriend?

“What’re you thinking about?” you ask “You look all serious with a hint of confused”

“Just wondering how the hell you beat me in pool” he lies.

You take the plunge and wrap your arms around his torso. He feels drunk on your touch. The scent of your perfume and the way you’re looking up with him with your alluring eyes is driving him crazy.

“I’m just that good” you boast. “I think you just had a really good teacher” he moves his hands to rest on your waist, gently moving his hands up and down to rub your sides. “yeah, he is. He’s too handsome, though. Makes it hard to focus”

He puts his hand under your chin, keeping your head tilted up so he can look at you. “I think I might be able to make that up to you”

Your eyes flutter close as Steve leans in so slowly that it’s almost painful. His lips brush ever so slightly over yours and the anticipation is killing you. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers, lips hovering over yours. “Please”

He graciously presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, simple yet effective. The kiss isn’t heated or messy, but you can feel the passion. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this, like everything else around you has become insignificant except for this one moment.

Steve’s nerves get the best of him and he pulls back sooner than you’d like him to, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Why’d you stop?” you pout. “I just can’t think of the last time a girl made me this nervous” he confesses with a nervous chuckle. “I make you nervous?” you ask, surprised. “Are you kidding? It took me two months to even work up the courage to just sit next to you.”

“Two months? I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for”

“I’m gonna tell my friends not to bother then we can get outta here” he says, pulling his phone out. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not going anywhere, so we can stay”

“Good, because they’re already on their way” he tells you once he reads a text from Robin that says:

on our way, dingus. prepare to throw up tonight

“Dingus, huh? Suits you” you giggle and he presses a chaste peck to your lips to avoid more teasing, and also just because you look so pretty right now that he couldn’t resist.

“Oh, you’re gonna fit in with them perfectly”

Steve was right, you fit in with his friends like you’ve known them for years.The introduction felt a bit awkward at first, but after that it was smooth sailing.

You seemed like a completely different person tonight, compared to the melancholy girl he’s so used to seeing drink alone at the bar. You’re fun, witty, and you have a smile that lights up a room. It unfathomable to him that someone who’s lucky enough to call you theirs would fuck it up so badly. He admits he’s crossing his fingers that you’ll give him a chance to show you how you actually deserve to be treated.

You and Steve are currently watching Robin beat Eddie in their fifth game of 8-ball. Steve hugs you from behind and you both sway to the rhythm of the music. He occasionally presses a delicate kiss to your neck, or shoulder, or cheek, basically anywhere he can kiss. It makes you shiver every time.

“Can we go sit on that stool over there?” you ask, pointing to a stool not too far from the pool table. “yeah, let me go grab another chair”

“I don’t know. Looks big enough for the two of us, don’t ya think?”

And that’s how you end up sitting on Steve’s lap. Your ass is pressed against his crotch and he swears that if you keep moving, he’ll finish before anything has even started.

“Baby” he whines, hands gripping your hips to keep you in place “you gotta stop moving”

“Sorry, handsome. Am I hurting you?” you ask, voice filled with concern. “No, no. It’s just your keep grinding-”

“Oh! well, I’m not sorry then” you smirk and he can’t wait to get you back for that.

His hand trails up your leg and stops once he reaches your inner thigh, leaving his hand to rest there after giving it a rough squeeze. His thumb occasionally rubs your skin and if he was just a few inches higher, his thumb could brush your clothed core. He wants to so badly. He wants to tease you until you can’t take it, but he knows you’re waiting for him to do so and he decides he’ll let you wait in anticipation instead.

The corner you’re in is barely lit and the bar itself is already dark, it’s practically begging Steve to make you whimper while he has his hand in your panties.

Steve buries his face in your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the column of your throat. His index finger plays with the hem of your panties and you let out a small gasp.

“You want me to touch you?” he mutters through kisses. “Yes” you breathe out. “Ask nicely”

“Please touch me, Steve”

He pushes your panties to the side and his finger glides through your slit and grazes over your clit causing you to let out a moan that’s a little too loud. “Quiet, baby. You don’t wanna get caught do you?”

“n-no. I’ll be quiet” you answer without trying to moan again. “Good girl”

He rubs slow, tight circles on your clit and you grasp onto him tightly to avoid falling off the stool. “already so wet. what’s got you so worked up?”

“you, steve. Just you”

You can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, in a public place nonetheless. It’s exhilarating. His touch feels like it’s brought you back to life. You’ve been spending the last three years of your life in a dark night, waiting and hoping for someone to bring you daylight.

You aren’t the sad girl who stays at home while her boyfriend is out doing god knows what. Right now you’re Steve’s girl and it’s the best thing you’ve felt in a long time.

Steve’s pace grows faster, causing you to let out a whimper. His other hand comes up to your mouth to try and muffle your noises, but he’s so desperate to hear them.

“I’m gonna make a deal with you, okay?” he begins “if you can be quiet when you cum, I’ll take you back to my place and make cum over and over again until you’re screaming. that sound good?” you nod rapidly at his words and he goes back to kissing your neck.

He presses another finger to your clit, giving it a few more quick rubs before moving his fingers down to your entrance. He slowly inserts his fingers, curling them to hit the right spot. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Can’t wait to see what you feel like around my cock” you clench at his words and he lets out a low chuckle.

“You like that baby? Thinking about my cock?” you nod again, scared if you try to speak you’ll let out an emphatic moan. His fingers pump in and out of you, his pace almost relentless “What are you thinking about? How deep inside you I’ll be? How hard I’m gonna pound you?”

The thought of his cock is enough for the feeling in your abdomen builds and builds. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers. Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

As if on command, your sweet release hits you and you cum around his fingers. He peppers kisses along your jaw to soothe you through your orgasm, which is the first one you’ve had in a long time that you didn’t have to do yourself.

Steve removes his hand from your mouth and withdraws his fingers from your soaking core. You grab his hand and suck off your juices from his fingers. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so hard in his life.

“Holy shit. I need to fuck you now” he groans and you let out a laugh while trying to catch your breath.

Once Steve requests an uber and you say you’re goodbyes, you both stand outside, kissing each other like your life depends on it. You fist his shirt to pull him as close as possible. His hands rest on your ass, occasionally giving you a rough squeeze. Your legs are still a bit wobbly, so he has his thigh between your legs to support you. You can’t help but grind against his thigh and moan into his mouth at the sensitivity.

Your uber pulls up and Steve is definitely going to have to give the driver five stars for what he just witnessed.

It’s hard to keep your hands off each other in the backseat, but you keep it to a minimum due to the poor stranger who was unlucky enough to be the driver for two very horny individuals.

“We’re about three minutes from my place. Think you can handle another one?” he mutters in your ear before gently nibbling your earlobe then kissing down until he reaches your collarbone. “I think the real question is if you can handle me, Stevie”

You and Steve hurriedly get out of the uber before it even comes to a complete stop. He kisses you all the way up to his door and struggles with the keys, making you giggle into the kiss.

“Shit, sorry. Hold on” His hands are shaky as he tries to open the door. “Steve, relax. I’m not going anywhere”

The door finally unlocks and you’re back on each other as soon as you’re inside. His hands travel down to the back of your thighs and you jump to wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you all the way to his bedroom and you both flop down on his bed. Steve’s weight on top of you feels so familiar, despite this being the first time you’re sleeping together. In this moment, it feels like nothing bad could happen to you. You’ve never felt more secure with someone.

Your hands fly to the hem of his shirt and once it’s removed he wastes no time kissing you again.

“Take your clothes off for me, gorgeous” he demands. As you take your top off, Steve slowly drags your skirt down your legs before tossing it on the floor. “Can we take this off too?” he slides down the strap of your bra and you reach behind your back to undo the clasp.

“Oh my god” he groans once your tits are free. It’s almost like an automatic response when his hand massages your tit, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing you to whimper. “Lay back. Gonna make you feel so fucking good’’ he practically growls.

Steve wants to tease you a little, but he can’t resist the urge to wrap his lips around your breast while his hand massages the other one. You feel wetness pooling in your center and you need him to touch your pussy, but he looks so fucking enthralled with your tits that you can’t even complain.

He eventually trails kisses down your stomach, pulling your panties down while doing it. “Bet you taste so fucking sweet. Can I find out?”

“yes, steve, please!” you cry out. He licks a stripe through your slit and you shiver when his tongue catches your clit.

He presses a kiss to your bud before devouring you. No teasing, no anticipation, just him licking and sucking your clit like a man starved. Two of his fingers slowly enter you and his eyes roll in the back of his head when you let out a guttural moan.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum and even when you do, he doesn’t stop.

“Steve!” you yelp at the overstimulation. You’ve never felt anything like this before. Your boyfriend rarely goes down on you and you also rarely even cum from sex. Even times when you do, it’s a one and done situation.

“Fuck yes” you cry. Tears begin to fill your eyes and he hasn’t even been inside you yet. You can’t imagine how good it’s going to be to have his cock fill you up.

Your third orgasm of the night approaches even quicker. You have to practically pry Steve off your pussy so you can recover.

“Holy shit” you say, breathless. “So that was good?”

“Oh, don’t even try to be modest. I think my soul ascended for a second. I’m gonna need a minute to recover though” you laugh and he has a smug look on his face that makes him look devilishly handsome. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to”

“Shut up and take your pants off, big boy” you respond and he wastes no time fumbling with his jeans to get them off as quickly as possible. “Boxers too, please” you add.

Your mouth drops once his cock springs free. You honestly just thought he just had something in his pocket when you were sitting on his lap, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

“Is that reaction good or bad?”

“It’s good and you know it. Do you have a condom?” you ask and he nods, opening up his nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

He positions himself between your legs and sits on his knees. “Can I put it on you?” you ask, shyly. “Go for it”

You wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a few pumps. He throws his head back and moans “That feels so good, but I wanna cum in your pussy, not your hand, baby”

Your core throbs at his words and the excitement of having him inside you builds and builds. You slide the condom on his length before laying back and spreading your legs for him.

He swears he could cum right now just looking at you. Your dripping pussy on display for him and only him. Your sweet tits just begging to be in his hands and the look of pure lust on your face is enough for him to lose his mind.

“Ready?” he lines his cock up with your entrance and you moan out a ‘yes’

You both moan in unison when he puts the tip in. Slowly and inch by inch, his cock fills you up so perfectly. Like you were made for each other.

You gasp when he begins to thrust. He’s slow at first and you need him to go faster.

“Faster, please”

“Wanna hear you beg for it. How badly do you need it?”

“So fucking bad. Please go faster, I’ll be so good. I promise” you beg. “How hard do you want it?”

“I want it hard, Stevie. Don’t wanna be able to walk after”

That was all he needed to hear before he starts pounding into you at a ruthless pace. His eyes focus on the way your tits jiggle and his hand that isn’t on his headboard grabs your breast, squeezing and massaging at just the right amount of roughness.

“You feel so good, y/n. Could live in this fucking pussy, shit” he says through gritted teeth when he feels the way you squeeze his cock.

“Fuck, right there!” you exclaim as he hits your spot over and over again. You feel like you’re seeing stars. It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that it feels this good.

“I’m so close” he moans “you gonna cum with me, sweetheart?’’

“Uh-huh” you barely get out. “What do you need? Want you to cum with me”

“Choke me, Steve. Please” It’s nearly impossible for him not to cum when you ask him to choke you. He wraps his hand around your throat, not squeezing, but keeping it there to remind you that you belong to him now.

“I-I I’m gonna cum” you stammer. “Me too, fuck. Let go, baby”

Steve collapses on top of you as he cums and you gush around him, your hips thrust so you can work through your orgasm on his cock. He moans in your ear over and over at the sensitivity and you come to the realization this is the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Shit, it’s the best sex you’ve ever had.

As you both come down from your highs, you play with his hair and he presses kisses along your collarbone. You lay in a serene silence and you both have loopy smiles on your face. His room smells of sex, sweat, and his cologne. You’re both severely dehydrated and exhausted, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Leave him” Steve says, his words muffled by his face being buried in your neck. “I can’t understand you, Steve” you giggle. He moves his head to look up at you. You get lost in his eyes. They’re beautifully golden and you truly believe you could stare into them forever. You could connect the freckles on his face like a constellation and he’s truly the most mesmeric person you’ve ever seen.

“Leave him” he repeats. “For you?” you ask, hopeful he says yes. “Not just for me, but for you too. You deserve the world, y/n, and I’m not saying I could give it to you, but I’d try a hell of a lot harder than he would” he promises.

You feel like you could burst into tears. You’ve known Steve for less than twelve hours and he’s made you feel more than your boyfriend ever did throughout three years.

“Okay” you whisper “I’ll do it for me and for you”

“yeah? you wanna be my girl?” he beams. “More than anything. Can we take things slow? well, starting now” you chuckle. “I’ll do whatever you want me to” he kisses the tip of your nose before laying his head on your chest.

You fall asleep in each other's arms that night and you break up with your now ex-boyfriend the next day, like you should’ve done a long time ago.

Who would’ve thought April 29th would change your life forever?

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x afab!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington #18+ only #18+ fic #minors go away #mdni

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I saw this opinion piece in the New York Times and, while I don't normally copy and paste entire newspaper articles, this is an excellent (if scary) read.

Aside from the sections on how much lack of consent there is in today's sexual landscape, hockey fans -- who should be well aware of the dangers of concussions -- might take particular note of the section in which "choking" during sex is linked to brain damage on par with concussion damage.

The Troubling Trend in Teenage Sex

April 12, 2024

By Peggy Orenstein

Debby Herbenick is one of the foremost researchers on American sexual behavior. The director of the Center for Sexual Health Promotion at Indiana University and the author of the pointedly titled book “Yes, Your Kid,” she usually shares her data, no matter how explicit, without judgment. So I was surprised by how concerned she seemed when we checked in on Zoom recently: “I haven’t often felt so strongly about getting research out there,” she told me. “But this is lifesaving.”

For the past four years, Dr. Herbenick has been tracking the rapid rise of “rough sex” among college students, particularly sexual strangulation, or what is colloquially referred to as choking. Nearly two-thirds of women in her most recent campus-representative survey of 5,000 students at an anonymized “major Midwestern university” said a partner had choked them during sex (one-third in their most recent encounter). The rate of those women who said they were between the ages 12 and 17 the first time that happened had shot up to 40 percent from one in four.

As someone who’s been writing for well over a decade about young people’s attitudes and early experience with sex in all its forms, I’d also begun clocking this phenomenon. I was initially startled in early 2020 when, during a post-talk Q. and A. at an independent high school, a 16-year-old girl asked, “How come boys all want to choke you?” In a different class, a 15-year-old boy wanted to know, “Why do girls all want to be choked?” They do? Not long after, a college sophomore (and longtime interview subject) contacted me after her roommate came home in tears because a hookup partner, without warning, had put both hands on her throat and squeezed.

I started to ask more, and the stories piled up. Another sophomore confided that she enjoyed being choked by her boyfriend, though it was important for a partner to be “properly educated” — pressing on the sides of the neck, for example, rather than the trachea. (Note: There is no safe way to strangle someone.) A male freshman said “girls expected” to be choked and, even though he didn’t want to do it, refusing would make him seem like a “simp.” And a senior in high school was angry that her friends called her “vanilla” when she complained that her boyfriend had choked her.

Sexual strangulation, nearly always of women in heterosexual pornography, has long been a staple on free sites, those default sources of sex ed for teens. As with anything else, repeat exposure can render the once appalling appealing. It’s not uncommon for behaviors to be normalized in porn, move within a few years to mainstream media, then, in what may become a feedback loop, be adopted in the bedroom or the dorm room.

Choking, Dr. Herbenick said, seems to have made that first leap in a 2008 episode of Showtime’s “Californication,” where it was still depicted as outré, then accelerated after the success of “Fifty Shades of Grey.” By 2019, when a high school girl was choked in the pilot of HBO’s “Euphoria,” it was standard fare. A young woman was choked in the opener of “The Idol” (again on HBO and also, like “Euphoria,” created by Sam Levinson; what’s with him?). Ali Wong plays the proclivity for laughs in a Netflix special, and it’s a punchline in Tina Fey’s new “Mean Girls.” The chorus of Jack Harlow’s “Lovin On Me,” which topped Billboard’s Hot 100 chart for six nonconsecutive weeks this winter and has been viewed over 99 million times on YouTube, starts with, “I’m vanilla, baby, I’ll choke you, but I ain’t no killer, baby.” How-to articles abound on the internet, and social media algorithms feed young people (but typically not their unsuspecting parents) hundreds of #chokemedaddy memes along with memes that mock — even celebrate — the potential for hurting or killing female partners.

I’m not here to kink-shame (or anything-shame). And, anyway, many experienced BDSM practitioners discourage choking, believing it to be too dangerous. There are still relatively few studies on the subject, and most have been done by Dr. Herbenick and her colleagues. Reports among adolescents are now trickling out from the United Kingdom, Australia, Iceland, New Zealand and Italy.

Twenty years ago, sexual asphyxiation appears to have been unusual among any demographic, let alone young people who were new to sex and iffy at communication. That’s changed radically in a short time, with health consequences that parents, educators, medical professionals, sexual consent advocates and teens themselves urgently need to understand.

Sexual trends can spread quickly on campus and, to an extent, in every direction. But, at least among straight kids, I’ve sometimes noticed a pattern: Those that involve basic physical gratification — like receiving oral sex in hookups — tend to favor men. Those that might entail pain or submission, like choking, are generally more for women.

So, while undergrads of all genders and sexualities in Dr. Herbenick’s surveys report both choking and being choked, straight and bisexual young women are far more likely to have been the subjects of the behavior; the gap widens with greater occurrences. (In a separate study, Dr. Herbenick and her colleagues found the behavior repeated across the United States, particularly for adults under 40, and not just among college students.) Alcohol may well be involved, and while the act is often engaged in with a steady partner, a quarter of young women said partners they’d had sex with on the day they’d met also choked them.

Either way, most say that their partners never or only sometimes asked before grabbing their necks. For many, there had been moments when they couldn’t breathe or speak, compromising the ability to withdraw consent, if they’d given it. No wonder that, in a separate study by Dr. Herbenick, choking was among the most frequently listed sex acts young women said had scared them, reporting that it sometimes made them worry whether they’d survive.

Among girls and women I’ve spoken with, many did not want or like to be sexually strangled, though in an otherwise desired encounter they didn’t name it as assault. Still, a sizable number were enthusiastic; they requested it. It is exciting to feel so vulnerable, a college junior explained. The power dynamic turns her on; oxygen deprivation to the brain can trigger euphoria.

That same young woman, incidentally, had never climaxed with a partner: While the prevalence of choking has skyrocketed, rates of orgasm among young women have not increased, nor has the “orgasm gap” disappeared among heterosexual couples. “It indicates they’re not doing other things to enhance female arousal or pleasure,” Dr. Herbenick said.

When, for instance, she asked one male student who said he choked his partner whether he’d ever tried using a vibrator instead, he recoiled. “Why would I do that?” he asked.

Perhaps, she responded, because it would be more likely to produce orgasm without risking, you know, death.

In my interviews, college students have seen male orgasm as a given; women’s is nice if it happens, but certainly not expected or necessarily prioritized (by either partner). It makes sense, then, that fulfillment would be less the motivator for choking than appearing adventurous or kinky. Such performances don’t always feel good.

“Personally, my hypothesis is that this is one of the reasons young people are delaying or having less sex,” Dr. Herbenick said. “Because it’s uncomfortable and weird and scary. At times some of them literally think someone is assaulting them but they don’t know. Those are the only sexual experiences for some people. And it’s not just once they’ve gotten naked. They’ll say things like, ‘I’ve only tried to make out with someone once because he started choking and hitting me.’”

Keisuke Kawata, a neuroscientist at Indiana University’s School of Public Health, was one of the first researchers to sound the alarm on how the cumulative, seemingly inconsequential, sub-concussive hits football players sustain (as opposed to the occasional hard blow) were key to triggering C.T.E., the degenerative brain disease. He’s a good judge of serious threats to the brain. In response to Dr. Herbenick’s work, he’s turning his attention to sexual strangulation. “I see a similarity” to C.T.E., he told me, “though the mechanism of injury is very different.” In this case, it is oxygen-blocking pressure to the throat, frequently in light, repeated bursts of a few seconds each.

Strangulation — sexual or otherwise — often leaves few visible marks and can be easily overlooked as a cause of death. Those whose experiences are nonlethal rarely seek medical attention, because any injuries seem minor: Young women Dr. Herbenick studied mostly reported lightheadedness, headaches, neck pain, temporary loss of coordination and ear ringing. The symptoms resolve, and all seems well. But, as with those N.F.L. players, the true effects are silent, potentially not showing up for days, weeks, even years.

According to the American Academy of Neurology, restricting blood flow to the brain, even briefly, can cause permanent injury, including stroke and cognitive impairment. In M.R.I.s conducted by Dr. Kawata and his colleagues (including Dr. Herbenick, who is a co-author of his papers on strangulation), undergraduate women who have been repeatedly choked show a reduction in cortical folding in the brain compared with a never-choked control group. They also showed widespread cortical thickening, an inflammation response that is associated with elevated risk of later-onset mental illness. In completing simple memory tasks, their brains had to work far harder than the control group, recruiting from more regions to achieve the same level of accuracy.

The hemispheres in the choked group’s brains, too, were badly skewed, with the right side hyperactive and the left underperforming. A similar imbalance is associated with mood disorders — and indeed in Dr. Herbenick’s surveys girls and women who had been choked were more likely than others (or choked men) to have experienced overwhelming anxiety, as well as sadness and loneliness, with the effect more pronounced as the incidence rose: Women who had experienced more than five instances of choking were two and a half times as likely as those who had never been choked to say they had been so depressed within the previous 30 days they couldn’t function. Whether girls and women with mental health challenges are more likely to seek out (or be subjected to) choking, choking causes mood disorders, or some combination of the two is still unclear. But hypoxia, or oxygen deprivation — judging by what research has shown about other types of traumatic brain injury — could be a contributing factor. Given the soaring rates of depression and anxiety among young women, that warrants concern.

Now consider that every year Dr. Herbenick has done her survey, the number of females reporting extreme effects from strangulation (neck swelling, loss of consciousness, losing control of urinary function) has crept up. Among those who’ve been choked, the rate of becoming what students call “cloudy” — close to passing out, but not crossing the line — is now one in five, a huge proportion. All of this indicates partners are pressing on necks longer and harder.

The physical, cognitive and psychological impacts of sexual choking are disturbing. So is the idea that at a time when women’s social, economic, educational and political power are in ascent (even if some of those rights may be in jeopardy), when #MeToo has made progress against harassment and assault, there has been the popularization of a sex act that can damage our brains, impair intellectual functioning, undermine mental health, even kill us. Nonfatal strangulation, one of the most significant indicators that a man will murder his female partner (strangulation is also one of the most common methods used for doing so), has somehow been eroticized and made consensual, at least consensual enough. Yet, the outcomes are largely the same: Women’s brains and bodies don’t distinguish whether they are being harmed out of hate or out of love.

By now I’m guessing that parents are curled under their chairs in a fetal position. Or perhaps thinking, “No, not my kid!” (see: title of Dr. Herbenick’s book above, which, by the way, contains an entire chapter on how to talk to your teen about “rough sex”).

I get it. It’s scary stuff. Dr. Herbenick is worried; I am, too. And we are hardly some anti-sex, wait-till-marriage crusaders. But I don’t think our only option is to wring our hands over what young people are doing.

Parents should take a beat and consider how they might give their children relevant information in a way that they can hear it. Maybe reiterate that they want them to have a pleasurable sex life — you have already said that, right? — and also want them to be safe. Tell them that misinformation about certain practices, including choking, is rampant, that in reality it has grave health consequences. Plus, whether or not a partner initially requested it, if things go wrong, you’re generally criminally on the hook.

Dr. Herbenick suggests reminding them that there are other, lower-risk ways to be exploratory or adventurous if that is what they are after, but it would be wisest to delay any “rough sex” until they are older and more skilled at communicating. She offers language when negotiating with a new partner, such as, “By the way, I’m not comfortable with” — choking, or other escalating behaviors such as name-calling, spitting and genital slapping — “so please don’t do it/don’t ask me to do it to you.” They could also add what they are into and want to do together.

I’d like to point high school health teachers to evidence-based porn literacy curricula, but I realize that incorporating such lessons into their classrooms could cost them their jobs. Shafia Zaloom, a lecturer at the Harvard Graduate School of Education, recommends, if that’s the case, grounding discussions in mainstream and social media. There are plenty of opportunities. “You can use it to deconstruct gender norms, power dynamics in relationships, ‘performative’ trends that don’t represent most people’s healthy behaviors,” she said, “especially depictions of people putting pressure on someone’s neck or chest.”

I also know that pediatricians, like other adults, struggle when talking to adolescents about sex (the typical conversation, if it happens, lasts 40 seconds). Then again, they already caution younger children to use a helmet when they ride a bike (because heads and necks are delicate!); they can mention that teens might hear about things people do in sexual situations, including choking, then explain the impact on brain health and why such behavior is best avoided. They should emphasize that if, for any reason — a fall, a sports mishap or anything else — a young person develops symptoms of head trauma, they should come in immediately, no judgment, for help in healing.

The role and responsibility of the entertainment industry is a tangled knot: Media reflects behavior but also drives it, either expanding possibilities or increasing risks. There is precedent for accountability. The European Union now requires age verification on the world’s largest porn sites (in ways that preserve user privacy, whatever that means on the internet); that discussion, unsurprisingly, had been politicized here. Social media platforms have already been pushed to ban content promoting eating disorders, self-harm and suicide — they should likewise be pressured to ban content promoting choking. Traditional formats can stop glamorizing strangulation, making light of it, spreading false information, using it to signal female characters’ complexity or sexual awakening. Young people’s sexual scripts are shaped by what they watch, scroll by and listen to — unprecedentedly so. They deserve, and desperately need, models of interactions that are respectful, communicative, mutual and, at the very least, safe.

Peggy Orenstein is the author of “Boys & Sex: Young Men on Hookups, Love, Porn, Consent and Navigating the New Masculinity” and “Girls & Sex: Navigating the Complicated New Landscape.”

#off-theme #and long #but worth the read

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Can you do an NSFW alphabet for Sukuna?

Dynamics: Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Spicy Alphabet

Warnings: Adult themes, obviously smut, Sukuna himself is a warning

A/N: Ah yes, the King of Curses. I hope you enjoy!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-Lets be honest here, this is Sukuna we are talking about. Usually he'd do nothing and just leave but lets say he likes you...he'd probably get rag and clean you up a bit. If you asked him to run a bath or shower he might do so begrudgingly.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-His favorite body part on his partner would just straight up your tits and ass. The man knows what he likes and he is unapologetic about it.

-On himself it would probably be his stature. Not really a body part, I know but he just loves the size difference. He loves how much larger he is than you and he makes sure he takes advantage of it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-He loves to cum on your face. Its just so amusing to him when you get all embarrassed and flustered. The hazy, fucked out look in your eyes and his cum all over your face is one of his favorite things to see.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-He'd love to fuck you in his true form. You think that there's already a size difference now? Well wait until he fucks you in his true form not to mention having four arms rather than two can really come in handy when he's trying ruin you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-I can imagine that back in the day, Sukuna had many concubines so of course he's got experience and he's actually quite cocky about it. He definitely knows what he's doing...

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-Doggy. He doesn't really care about looking at your face or anything and when he fucks you from behind he can shove your face into the mattress and fuck you nice and deep from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-Nope. Not goofy at all. This man probably doesn't even know how to crack a joke normally so trying to be humorous while you two are fucking...probably not gonna happen.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Honestly Sukuna probably doesn't care all that much but he may trim it every once in a while.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-You would have to be very well liked by Sukuna to even get close to any sort of romanticism. He's always rough and fast, not really taking much time to revel in any "ushy gushy" feelings. However, he could be a tad bit more gentle if you begged him. Then he might take the time to be a bit more feely.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-Doesn't masturbate often. I mean why should he when he has you? But he has a pretty high sex drive so sometimes he does but he'd much rather just rail you than use his hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Size kink. Obviously. he just loves getting to loom over you, looking all big and scary. He also has a bit of a degradation kink. He loves to see you stumbling over your words while he calls you a "his favorite slut" or "pretty little whore" and whatnot. He can be mean ngl.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-This man does NOT care. Unlike other people, Sukuna has no shame and quite literally gives no fucks. If someone walks in on you two, he does not care and if anything it makes him feel more cocky about the whole situation. So he doesn't really have a "favorite spot". Anywhere will do.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-He likes some feistyness. He likes it when you act like a brat because that really gets him going and gives him an excuse to just absolutely rail you. Or you could always wear something a bit more skimpy to get his attention.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-Hate so say it, but this man refuses to be a bottom. Period, end of story. He just won't do it. Anything that makes him lose control, he's not into.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-Receiving 100%. He loves throat fucking and is absolutely merciless when you decide to go down on him. He just wants to see you choke and cry when you try to take him in your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-You all know the drill. This man is fast and rough. I don't think he really knows the meaning of "slow and sensual". He has very little patience so going slow is not something he really likes to do.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-He is totally fine with quickies. In fact I think he likes them. They get the job done and relieve him of some pent up energy. Though I don't think they'd be often. He is a god. He's got all the time in the world so he never really has to have quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-As i've said before he doesn't care about risking it. he'll fuck anywhere and I think he actually likes the risk aspect of it. When it comes to experimenting he's not so eager. He's kind of straightforward when it comes to fucking and doesn't feel the need to experiment. But if you brought up something that peaks his interest then he may consider trying something new.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-I don't even know how long he'd be able to last but it would be a long time. Sukuna has been around for a ridiculous amount of time, he's the King of Curses...I think he'd enough stamina to last a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-He does not own any toys and I don't think he'd be keen on using them. Why do you want to use toys when you have him? Of course, you could always show him just how fun they can be and that might get him on board with the idea.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-OH HE IS SUCH A TEASE. if he's in a mood he will not hesitate to edge you or tease you with your own orgasm. Remember, he likes to be mean and if he's feeling extra he might make you wait. He'll get himself off and then tease you until you start begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-He's not loud when it comes to moans and groans but he's got a big mouth. He's constantly talking and uttering things under his breath, whether that be petnames, degrading remarks, or demands, he's always got his mouth running.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-He would never admit it but he likes it when you leave scratches down his back. After he's done fucking you and he can feel a little sting on the skin of his back, he looks in the mirror and finds red marks trailing up and down his back. It kind of inflates his ego and he knows he fucked you good when he walks out of the room with an scratched up back.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-I am too scared to say how big but I think we can all agree that this man is huge. Taking him would be a tad bit painful and lets hope he preps you enough beforehand.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He honestly doesn't even need a reason to fuck you, he's constantly horny at this point lmao-

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He probably waits for you to fall asleep first. His reason being, he doesn't want to pass out before you and seem all soft and vulnerable. Plus, he can't lie to himself, sometimes when he looks at you while you sleep, you look so cute...

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jjk ryomen #ryomen x reader #sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna jjk #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader

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I just want to ramble a little bit but- My personal scenario/headcanon for Bully au (which by the way, I love your writing) is that maybe one day reader decides to disappear, even if for a little while, maybe they just hide in some place for a long period of time (or hilariously and sneakily find a way to avoid their bullies throughout an entire day, or even crazier a whole week!!). They're so emotionally destroyed that they start to actually believe their insults and awful treatment they endured, and so they decide to just isolate themselves further somewhere no one can "be burdened by me"- Which in turn causes everyone else to at first get pissed off and then more and more (slightly, very slightly) worried that their punching bag is missing.... Perhaps, even have escaped them? 👀 I would love to see who loses their composure first, even if they don't admit their obsession at all lmao

Anon you don’t know what you’re doing to me //0//

tw. Bully!characters, no one takes you seriously kinda, yandere, stalking, baby tantrums.

This was more crack than anything serious…idk what happened but rants bellow!

They genuinely start tweakin:

Riddle, Deuce, Kalim, Malleus, Jack, Silver, Ruggie, Idia, Vil

They’re the ones that usually have their eyes on you, to find out that you’re missing and not at a place they SPECIFICALLY told you to be/stay flares their attention. Sure they can last a couple of days without you but a week? Nuh uh, they think they’re responsible for whatever you do, once they find you you’re getting a whole lecture. Telling you they’d get in trouble if they hadn’t found you sooner but let’s be real here.

But if you hid in a place far far away from them (which is impressive and impossible tbh) they’re already having a meltdown. Biting fingernails, aggressively running their fingers through their hair. All of that, and the ones who usually stay composed in situations like these (Ruggie/Riddle/Malleus) start to overthink so bad that they look beyond stress. It’s the thought that maybe you ran away from them or worse got kidnapped or lost. Which makes them have more of a reason to keep a tighter leash on you.

Ok but Kalim, Idia and Deuce cry like babies and throw tantrums.

Let the imagination work so think of Vil sitting on the kitchen table with his hair tied up and a face mask on while wearing a robe, a cup of coffee in his hands as he stares off into the distance that looks like he’s about to stab someone. He deadass thinks he’s growing grey hairs and has eyebags because his favorite punching bag is missing after two weeks. Who is he gonna step on now..

Gets pissed off:

Leona, Ace, Azul, Sebek, Epel, Jamil

“But why?” Is what they said when they perfectly understand the problem. Do they feel bad? No. In fact people like Leona and Azul can go through days without you because they’re always busy with something rather than terrorizing you. BUT you have to understand that as much as they pretend to not care they aren’t willing to clean up the mess after your pity party.

Jamil and Sebek are only mad about you disappearing is because of Malleus and Kalim’s whining. Please save them.

Ace and Epel are the ones who are mega mad as in a corny way. “How dare my punching bag run away from me and disappear for days!!” Typa stuff. Unbeknownst to them they double the insults and it makes you even more depressed lmaoo.

Ehhh Jamil may actually panic as well, because when Kalim isn’t happy no one is. And he does misses you personally, worries when he finds you (which is really scary to [Name’s] pov bc why is he so caring??) he’s all over you to make sure you aren’t injured or anything. Still pissed so he might slap the back of your head a couple of times and lecture you + same thing goes when Sebek finds you except he doesn’t comfort you.

Thinks it’s amusing:

Rook, Jade, Floyd, Trey, Cater, Lilia,

“Ohoho did I go overboard?” Yea you did. Anyways little shits don’t feel bad in fact they think it’s funny and cute that you disappeared because you couldn’t handle the insults and took it for granted. Lilia and Jade giving you false comfort just to do it all over again when you make a mistake. They probably already know your hiding spots and camp there to experiment how long it’ll take for you to come crawling back.

Maybe, just a little bit that Trey feels bad. He coddles you for a while then goes right back to gaslighting because he’s always right and when he says these things to you it’s because you’re wrong!! The type to restrict his affections if you decide to go into another episode of running away and crying. Cater knows where ya at bc you have location on.

At first Floyd was pissed because his resting place is missing, like bae where you go? But eventually he understands where you went because for some reason he’s bullying everyone around him and stalking your location to see where ya at. Mocks you once he finds you, really mean but it wasn’t “entirely” intentional. Like he knows he’s at fault and is trying to cheer you up by mocking your “problems”. Ok but don’t do that again or he’s going on the genuinely tweakin box.

We all saw Rook being in this section no surprise. Knows every little place you could be right now, has his eyes on you 24/7. “My love I didn’t mean to say your lips are chapped and you can use some Vaseline but the whole thing would be gone isa joke :(“ it’s not. Purposely picks out your insecurities so you can do another runaway.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Morningstar!Ithaqua

Here's wonderwall!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Morningstar likes to hold you, resting his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. The whispers on your skin of “I love you” repeated obsessively

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands. He likes what he can do with them especially when it comes to what these hands can do to you. These hands that have been covered by so much blood, these hands that have you begging for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

One might call him a painter (no one does) with how he loves to see you love to cum on you, yet not your face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Likes the idea of fucking you with his brother or fucking you in front of his brother (not really a dirt secret because he would mention it from time to when thinking about him)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

This one has a lot of experience and knows what he likes and does not like in the bedroom

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl (riding but facing away from the partner)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He is not goofy and more sadistic in bed so kinda serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Like Ithaqua he does not have a lot of hair and is very light colored

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He can be romantic but it at a cost

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he is jacking off it is in front of you and punishing you for something

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

For plot reasons he has whatever i think fits him so imma say generally BDSM themes

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The throne room, his bedchambers, that cage prison where he put his brother, the garden, etc (anywhere he can get away with taking you)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simple man anything can get him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Bathroom related things

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both and very skilled

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mix of both depend on his mood

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Love and hate quickies but does them often

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Very much a risk person and that should worry you because he can go too far at times

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A lot, pray. No seriously

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Like Ithaqua: no. His dick is enough and if you need a toy then he will treat you like a toy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mix between loud and quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Morningstar cannot express his genuine love for him like a normal person, he does love you but always comes out as obsessive and possessive to the point of scary

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is perfection.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He does not sleep, trust issues and his years of wandering do not allow him to sleep well. If he does sleep it is because his body has given out and you are tied to the bed unable to do anything but lay there

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #idv x you #ithaqua x you #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #night watch x reader #night watch idv #night watch x you

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wakeupthemembersofbylernation · 1 year

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If Mike really loved El romantically, they wouldn’t have dragged out a weird plot of not being able to say ILY for two seasons. One season? Sure. I can let Season 3 slide somewhat if one discounts all the queer longing that takes place and the odd finale kiss. You could interpret S3 as an awkward kid building up the courage to say the L word.

But two seasons? Nah. If the first interpretation were true, things would’ve been resolved when El confesses that she loves him back at the end of S3. But things were not resolved? And the show goes out of its way to emphasize that Mike isn’t even writing “I love you” in his letters? And they have a big, explosive fight about it… and he still can’t say it? Nah Michael, I diagnose you with homosexuality.

“But saying I love you is scary and a big deal and yada yada…” Okay sure. Saying ILY is a big deal. But middle school kids still say it pretty casually. And they certainly at least write it. It’s not uncommon for a kid to drop the “L” bomb to someone they’ve only been dating for a short period of time, only to break up the next day. Things are fluid and chaotic and unpredictable and messy. In Romeo and Juliet, Romeo thought he was in love with Rosaline until seeing Juliet, and he immediately changed his mind.

But even if we just assume it’s harder for Mike to say ILY to El because Mlvn is serious and more meaningful than a fleeting crush, that still doesn’t let Mike off the hook. If Mlvn really is as soulmate-coded as Mlievens believe, when have you ever heard of a soulmate-coded relationship in media where the writers went out of their way to show that saying ILY was like pulling teeth? Imagine if there was a whole section of Titanic where Jack struggled with saying ILY to Rose? Imagine Leia got into a fight with Han because he couldn’t write “love” in his romantic letters, and Han was all like, “I care for you so much, Leia.”Imagine Katara pulled out the receipts, and Aang was like, “Okay, okay. Katara, you’re being ridiculous. Like what is this?”

That would be absurd. And you’d either demand an explanation or stop rooting for them. It’s not that ILY isn’t often a big deal in stories. It’s that when it’s emphasized in a weird way and dragged out for two seasons, you have to side-eye it. It’s one thing when the big ILY is the logical and natural culmination of an arc, whether at the end of a season or the end of a series. That makes sense. It’s another thing entirely when someone is literally begging you to say it, and you still can’t say it. And then when you finally do say it, it’s in the penultimate season, and it’s extremely anticlimactic. And everyone has to emphasize how you said it 9 times to cope/compensate.

If Mlvn was meant to be endgame, and Mike really loved El romantically, they would’ve just… shown Mike and El being in love with each other. There wouldn’t be any doubt. None of the other couples, other than Stancy, have ever gone through this weird kind of ritual where words are emphasized over actions. No one doubts that Lumax, Jopper, and Duzie are in love with each other. Jancy is a little more complicated cause they were separated throughout S4 and doubts were raised, but even so, it’s nowhere near the odd situation with Milkvan. Jancy, Lumax, Jopper, and Duzie have all shown they love each other through their actions. They don’t rely on big gestures or words to prove it. In fact, Lucas even specifically says to Max, “I don’t want a letter.”

All I’m saying is, if Mlvn is treated with a considerable lack of seriousness post Season 2, if the show keeps them in a weird Groundhog Day plot of constant fights and lies and not being on the same page, and if it takes a third party with vested romantic interest in the situation for Mike to finally monologue a measly ILY to his girlfriend, then maybe there’s a reason for this? 🤔

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #stranger things #Byler endgame #el hopper

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martiny0rk · 8 months

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Son

Trevor wasn’t one to take many things serious with his some what childish personality. He never thought he would have something more important to him than hockey that all changed when he met you.

Fast-Foward to now you have a tiny little boy together and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Trevor slowly rubs his eyes waking up to the sounds of little Ezra cries who was now nearly a four weeks old.

He looked down at you while you were snuggled into his chest sound asleep. You haven’t been able to get much sleep now with little Ezra being in the picture, but you won’t change it for the world.

Trevor carefully got out of bed trying his bed not to wake you. He stretches alittle bit before making his way to Ezra’s cot that was in the bedroom.

Ezra was all red in the face with tears rolling down his face when Trevor finally made his way over gently picking up the little boy holding him in his arms.

Trevor feels the little baby snuggle his face into the crook of his neck as he tries his best to comfort the little Zegras.

“Daddy’s got you little man” He softly said to the now just sniffling boy.

He gently wipes the tears going down his son’s face with his thumb kissing his head.

Trevor carefully carrying the little baby in his arms left the bedroom to go get him a bottle as it was about feeding time for him.

He opened the fridge grabbing out a small bag of breast milk pouring it into a bottle then putting it in the bottle warmer.

As the bottle was warming it, Trevor started thinking about how lucky he is that he is able to do what he loves then come home to a beautiful girlfriend and an adorable baby.

When the timer goes off, He gets the bottle out the warmer dropping alittle bit on the back of his hand making sure it wasn’t too hot for the baby.

Trevor slowly makes his way to the very comfortable lazy boy recliner where he gets comfortable making sure Ezra is laying comfortably in his arm close to his board chest.

He cradles the small boy bring the bottle to his lip letting him start to eat.

“when you get older me and your (nonrelated) uncle Jack are going to teach you hockey” He says calmly looking into the little blue eyes that he inherited from him.

Trevor heart felt so warm and was filled with so much overall love for the baby in his arms. He made a vow to himself that no matter what life brings to him he would always be there for you and Ezra.

It felt like a dream to know he was dad now with someone who he loves so much and cares for deeply. It was also scary to know that for the next 18 years this little baby will depend on you guys.

Trevor noticed that Ezra was done eating he set the bottle down grabbing the burp cloth from the side table putting it on his shoulder gently moving the little boy to his shoulder gently burping him.

He starts to gently pat the little baby’s back making sure he doesn’t hurt him.

Ezra lets out a big burp which make Trevor chuckle loudly jokely saying “you definitely are my son”

Trevor starts to slowly recline in the recliner letting the little boy rest on his bare chest as he knew skin to skin was very important for the little boy.

He watched as the little boy he held in his arms let out a big yawn slowly shutting his little blue eyes while he carefully start to rub his back.

#nhl x reader #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurbs #trevor zegras imagines

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cfr749 · 3 months

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So in the interest of engaging in a respectful way, I wanted to put my thoughts into words about why this situation with the picture is far bigger than the picture for me personally. I also don't think the picture is that serious. I do think the pattern I talk about below is problematic.

If you love everything about the show and how Tim and Lucy got together, I think that’s wonderful.

But before getting annoyed that people are voicing their opinions and concerns, I hope that people at least try and consider these are layered issues.

Lucy is a woman of color in the LAPD who ended up in a relationship with her former boss, despite knowing it could come at a price for her professionally.

For me, it is important to see a story where Tim and Lucy choose each other, respect each other, and support each other. Equally.

And, for me, that is not at all the story we got in seasons 4 and 5 (and the end of season 3). These are my issues, and why I think it’s important the show be more balanced in its storytelling going forward:

What we got for Lucy: Multiple instances of Lucy being petty, jealous, immature and unprofessional at work (and mind you this is a character that is hyperaware of how hard it is to be a woman in the LAPD, and specifically the optics of romantic relationships between officers, and I think it's shitty that the writers chose to portray her like this not once, but multiple times)

The Katie Barnes storyline

Webb and the cat personality test + vocally reacting in roll call in front of her fellow officers when Tim chose Smitty over her to be his aide

Being clearly invested and heavily focused on bets and competition with Tim

What we got for Tim:

a retcon of his bad behavior in S1 being because he needed to show Lucy the world could be a scary place. Because, as a woman who was literally threatened with sexual assault and a car jacking in the pilot, she was too naive and inexperienced and "empathetic" to know that.

Tim putting Lucy in her place and reminding her about the seriousness of their work by calling off the bet

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What we got for Lucy:

Obvious jealousy over Ashley (you're in a relationship? you're dating a lifeguard? break up with her! the reaction to the proposal, etc.)

What we got for Tim:

Setting Lucy up with another man without a second of hesitation.

Encouraging her to end things with Chris (a WHOLE other issue I won't get into), after Ashley had dumped him

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What we got for Lucy:

Being seemingly more invested in and concerned about Tim's relationship than her own (Tim's planning a vacation with Ashley, while Lucy doesn't want to meet Chris' parents and is very concerned about whether Tim is going to propose)

Dumping Chris, not of her own accord, but because Tim was able to “open her eyes”

Specifically dumping that guy FOR Tim, in a way that made her look like an asshole

What we got for Tim:

being in a relationship with a woman he was absolutely into, despite their clear incompatibility (we heard from Eric himself that Tim was genuinely interested in Ashley, happy and invested in his relationship with her; we heard Tim say he could see himself marrying her)

Choosing not to break up with Ashley despite all of the indications they weren’t right for each other and being willing to cheat on her

Not being willing to retire for her, but still not ending the relationship

Being made into the victim when Ashley dumped him in a way that made her look like an asshole

Only pursuing a relationship with Lucy after he'd been dumped, while she was still in a relationship

If you don’t feel the story was lopsided and unfair to Lucy, or have a completely different perspective (I'd genuinely love to hear it!!), just don’t care, or find it that serious, that’s great for you, but it’s completely valid that people feel this way.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to see a woman in a relationship be valued and treated well. That has nothing to do with insecurity or jealousy. That has to do with respect and representation. We all come from different perspectives and have different backgrounds that reflect in our perception of how women of color are portrayed on TV.

#chenford #the rookie #my unsolicited opinions

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franki-lew-yo · 7 days

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James and the Giant Peach is still (mostly) for young children

Despite a single pre-metoo joke and it's uncanny-ish artstyle that's a serious make-or-break-you factor on if you like it, James and the Giant Peach is aggressively a movie for young children. I personally like it as I never find it a patronizing sit for little kids, like Don Bluth's movies from the 90s so often were, but that really is what I think alienates people; the intended audience may be a bit too scared of the visuals (NOT like how they are with TNBC, which kids go in expecting to be scary) where the adult audience who is here for the 'creepy stop-motion' feel like the movie is lacking for not being Nightmare or Coraline, which is unfair. It absolutely scared me as a little little kid but upon finally facing it at, like ten or whenever it was on Cartoon Network's movie show, I realized there was nothing to fear. And that, in turn, was exhilarating. It's such good symmetry that the film is about facing your fears and standing up for yourself because that's exactly what my relationship with it was. It's such a comfort film for me. My og Bluey. JatGP, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Ernest and Celestine = perfect comfort after I watch something serious and/or disturbing.

Half my reason for trying to pied-piper everyone else towards it as it's own merit is I think James and the Giant Peach would hit hard for lovers of weirdcore and dreamcore ala Jack Stauber or @samsketchbook's 'Welcome to Our Dimensional Party'.

That "looks unsettling/potentially disturbing but actually cute or gentle" vibe pairs perfectly with dreamcore aesthetic. We're coming up on it's 30 year anniversary I hope to see a genuine resurgence. If I had it my way and I was Dan Olson I'd make an hour-long look at the movie, the original book and Henry Selick's filmography as a surrealist the way Dan made an hour-lookback at Bakshi's Lord of the Rings. But I'm not. Cause I'm not Dan Olson and I can't build up the nerve to either show my face or figure out how to make videos in two years.

But anyway, about the title of this post (content warning: downer nsfl stuff; mentioning of real life child ab*se cases):

James' life with his aunts hits VERY different when you're an adult and you've watched too much true crime.

It's not intentional on the part of Dahl or Henry Selick. Selick had Mariam and Joanna ham up the screen and they clearly loved every minute of it and Dahl I think was just trying to tell an 'authentic' type fairytale story where the main character has to escape their evil family. Point being- Spiker and Sponge are supposed to be 'evil for the sake of evil' villains who could only exist as hammy caricatures in an already weird story. They aren't supposed to be like the parents in Matilda or the Twits who I'd argue are a little more 'realistic' depiction of awful people...except for the fact that legal guardians like Spiker and Sponge DO actually exist.

There's a heavy implication in the film that no one else in their county even knows James lives with Spiker and Sponge (literally the only people around to recognize James' existence are the bugs when they first meet him!). His aunts seem to make James work out of frustration for having to take him in, like he's a burden and they're making him pay for being one by being their slave. They actively don't feed him except for rotting fish and then shame him for not eating it. The Lane Smith picture book implies that James' parents weren't killed by a rhino but rather it's Spiker and Sponge who put that idea in James' head and use it to control him. And all that BEFORE the beatings which you know are happening off screen.

After the horrifying cases of Ruby Franke, Sylvia Likens and the Turpins, the "every child deserves a parent but not every parent deserves children" reality of it all makes you realize that James probably would have died if he lived with his aunts. Considering how they flip out on him in New York- that boy REALLY needed to escape, giant peach or no.

This is absolutely another reason for why JatGP is a comfort movie for grownups. You have this horrific childhood rescued by loving in-human parents who will kill everyone in the room and then themselves if you touch their human boy. It's like Opal but if Claire found a happier family. Of bugs. None of that was intentional, ftr, but it's what sticks out to me.

#james and the giant peach #franki's features #dreamcore #oddcore #dereality #cw: child abuse #true crime #henry selick #um yeah #also this fandom needs to be bigger so I don't have to be bombarded with only TNBC or pr0nz posts

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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Hi. I am not sure if you open the request, but if you open the request, can I ask for NSFW alphabets for our thunder berserker Thor from Record of Ragnarok? Thank you 💕

This big guy is one of the softest out there, I was so happy while writing this❤️hope you like it!

THOR: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Thor always, ALWAYS, worry about you: he's a big guy and he knows it. He loves massaging every sore spot on you, then going to get you something to drink, something fresh and cool usually.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

His favourite part of his are his eyes: he can't ignore the way you get lost in those golden pools, the expression of wonder you have when you look at them makes him feel proud of his appearance. Plus, Thor absolutely loves your cheeks, because he likes to pinch them and kissing them while he pounds into you.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

On your face, without a doubt. He gets over heels when he sees your eyes slightly closed so as not to risk blinding you when he cums...it's just so hot for this god.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

He doesn't want to admit that he has a lactation kink, like, he feels so loved when he drinks your milk (especially because he never had someone to care for him so much or a mother, if we have to say it all)

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Thor doesn't have much experience, like I said before, he's kind of a loner. Please, teach him how to make you feel good.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Leap frog, he feels like he has control over the situation without risking of hurting you still remaining the dominant one. Sorry, but I don't think he'll like being the bottom.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

I mean, have you seen him? Thor is serious, BUT every now and then you can see a small smile make its way over his usual bored expression.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Thor is really well groomed, everything is clean and shaved. The carpet match the courtains, red as ever.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

This big god of thunder it may seem cold and detached to you, but it's quite the opposite! He's the sweetest lover ever, always asking you if he's hurting you and kissing you all over your skin. Such a sweetheart!

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

Well, not gonna lie, I thought he was the type to not even think about it. That time you caught him masturbating with your clothes in his hand may tell you otherwise. You know how they say: the silent ones are always the kinkiest-

K: kinks <their kinks>

Beyond the lactation kink that I named before, I see him as someone who has a hidden daddy kink. And, why not, he likes seeing you as a prey, while Thor is the scary hunter that wants you all to himself. Good luck with him, it will be difficult to tame this beast.

COCK WARMING AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND-

L: location <where they usually do the do>

The bedroom and the temple's garden. We all know that Thor likes gardening, so just imagine: him sweating under the sun, with all flowers around him and his long red hair up in a ponytail. Girl, I will be horny if I were you, it doesn't surprise me the fact that you two won't always keep your business in the bedroom.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

You two sparring is incredible for him, especially when he makes you think you can overpower him and then roll over, pinning you under its weight. You're too cute under him, he can't help but being all horny and nervous.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Trying something that could hurt you too bad. Thor doesn't know how to control his power and he's madly nervous about doing anything bad to you. You'll have to work on that.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

He prefers receiving, mostly because he wants to feel loved and appreciated. Give him all you got and please him like you never did to another, he's a lot touch starved after all.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

Thor wants to go slow thanks to his dimension (which are very remarkable, if we have to be honest). Take all your time in taking him, you're there for a good time, so no need to worry about time: you two got plenty of that.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

He's doesn't really likes quickies. This big boy wants to feel the full experience of fucking you: admire all your movements with attentions, the way your eyes look at him with love and the way your little hands grip the sheet.

R: risk <...DUH>

Yeah, Thor is okay as long as it's not extreme for any of you.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

Oh, boy! All day if he could! This god is strong, I mean, have you seen his muscles? And his fight? He will stop only when you pass out from pleasure.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

Naaaah, he doesn't even know what they are, he won't mind trying one of them out on you tho, if you know what I mean-

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

Not so much, the only tease he does is when you're attending a meeting and, totally out of nowhere, he decides to bury his thick cock in you. Making you stay there without moving and with a throbbing pussy. A total torture, indeed.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Only groans leave his mouth as the god thrust into you like a mad man. You will never hear his voice, that means that his shaky breath and soft groans are the only things that tells you if he's enjoing himself or not.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

One time, you decided to suprise him by putting on some cat ears and a butt plug with a tail shape. Turns out he loved it and actually asked you to do it again.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Now, you're a really lucky one because this god is large, like very large. The tip is #edadab and has some vein here and there.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Thor is pretty tame, he will start to feel more horny every time you two fuck. So yeah, just give him a bit of time and he will get the hand of that.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

He doesn't necessarily fall asleep: if he has something to do after, then he will wait for you to fall asleep to then kiss you softly and tuck you in before leaving; if he has no commitment, then he will fall asleep slowly while watching you sleep on him.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror x you #request #shumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok headcanons #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons #ror x y/n #snv x reader #snv x you #snv x y/n #ror thor #snv thor #thor x y/n

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virginsexgod69 · 3 months

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imagine shane somehow pulled it together and survived with the group until season 3, but lori still sadly dies giving birth to judith. while they’re out on a run, he and rick meet you. at first they’re just jacking you for your weapons, ammo, etc, since they’re gearing up to fight the governor but then shane realizes that he wants to take you home so you can take care of his baby and him too. rick’s along for the ride too

❝ Taking Care ❞

pairing Shane Walsh x f!Reader

cw guns, mild swearing, typical twd violence, injuries

2.5k words

note okay wow, writing shane was lowkey kinda difficult hahahaha, but i tried my best! although i'm not sure if i like this or not... either way, i really hope i fulfilled your request!!!!!

“If this is someone’s stuff, we should at least leave them some.”

“We need this more than they do. ‘M sure they don’t have a baby or are tryna gear up for a damn war.” The two men continued to ransack your sad excuse of a camp. Guns, knives, canned foods, all gone, shoved into their own bags. You watched them as they continued to rummage through your stuff. You knew you should confront them, but you’ve seen how scary people have become and didn’t want to leave the safety of the tree you were hiding behind.

“Think there’s anythin’ good in that car?”

“Maybe we should jus’ take the whole car.”

You couldn’t just sit by and let them take everything you risked your life to accumulate. Even though your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute and your entire body shook with nerves, you removed the safety off your pistol and stepped out from behind the tree, pointing your weapon at the curly-haired man.

“S-stop stealin’ my stuff!” You ordered, although it sounded more like you were begging.

The men stopped and turned to look at you. They stood with confidence and clearly weren’t afraid of you. That made you even more nervous. The man you had your gun aimed at slowly put his backpack full of your stuff down before raising his arms up in surrender. His partner, however, reached for his own gun.

"Don't!" you shouted, turning your gun on him instead.

"We don't mean any harm, we just saw stuff, so we took stuff," the blue eyed man said. There was something about the way he spoke. Fearless, authoritative. It sent nervous chills down your spine.

"Yeah, so why don't you put down the gun, darlin'," his partner said. His unflinching stance and muscular body gave you the impression that he wasn't one to mess with.

"Tell your friend to put down my stuff and maybe I'll consider it," you bargained.

The man smirked, clearly not taking you seriously. It pissed you off.

"Do ya even know how to use that thing?" Now you were really pissed. You moved your finger to the trigger to fire a warning shot, but the man was on top of you instantly, tackling you to the ground. He grabbed the wrist of your hand containing the gun and slammed it against the ground until you dropped it, ignoring the way you screamed and writhed against him, trying to fight him off. With your gun now in his hold, he shoved it into your temple.

"Shane, wai—"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't end your fucking life right now," he demanded, cutting his partner off.

You sent a nasty glare his way, but when he didn't relent, you knew he was serious about killing you. You didn't want to show the men any fear, but you couldn't help the way your heart raced or how your eyes burned with tears.

"You said," you swallowed nervously, "You said you have a baby, right? I-I can help! I was a nanny before the world fell. I know how to take care of babies and kids."

He pondered over your words for a moment before clicking the safety back on and yanking you up from the ground.

"I think we should take her back, Rick," the man whose name you learned was Shane said.

The other man, Rick put his hands on his hips before running a hand over his face in thought.

"We already have people back at the prison who take care of Judith. If we take her that's just another mouth to feed," Rick argued.

Prison? Did they have some sort of camp? Having a stable home sounded better than living out of your car and sleeping in a tent.

"Do any of your people know baby first aid and CPR?" you asked. Now you wanted to convince them to bring you back with them. Anything seemed better than what you currently had going on.

Rick and Shane stepped off to the side for a moment, talking in hushed whispers you could barely make out.

"How many walkers have you killed?" Rick asked as they two approached you again.

"I dunno, a lot?" you replied, confused at the question.

"How many people have you killed?"

You sighed, getting tired of his silly interrogation. "Um, two."

"Why?"

This man was really nosey. "Cause they were bit." That's all the detail you were willing to give the man, but he seemed to accept it anyway.

"Fine. We can bring her back," Rick finally agreed. Shane grabbed your upper arm and leaned down to your ear. "If I even think you're gonna try some funny shit, I will kill you." You nodded nervously before snatching your arm from his grasp.

You helped the men load the rest of your stuff into their car -this time you were okay with them taking your stuff since you'd be going back with them- and got into the backseat of their green car.

When you arrived at the prison and saw that it was actually a prison, you were actually a bit shocked, but you didn't complain. Shelter was shelter and having it was better than not. You followed the men inside, curiously looking around as you did so. An elderly man and a young girl holding a baby sat at a table in the area before the cells. Their guards immediately went up when they saw you walk in behind Rick and Shane.

"Who's this?" the man asked.

"This is...uh," Shane trailed off, not knowing your name, so you quickly told him.

"We found her in the woods. Said she was a nanny, so we brought her back to help out with Judith," he explained as the girl handed him the baby. He smiled down at the baby girl in his arms before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Hello, nice to meet y'all," you greeted. They both seemed apprehensive, but returned your greeting nonetheless.

"And nice to meet you!" you said in a quieter, higher pitched voice to the baby in Shane's arms. She couldn't have been more than a few months. It felt strange seeing a baby so young in the middle of the apocalypse. You assumed Shane was the father, considering how he was the one cradling the infant in his arms and not Rick. But who was the mother? You glanced up at the girl. She seemed way too young to be having a baby with Shane.

Her blue eyes met yours. "Oh, um, I'm not her mother," she explained. You could tell by everybody's body language that you shouldn't ask who is, so you kept quiet.

"Can I hold her?" you asked Shane.

He looked at you for a moment, deciding if he wanted to trust you to hold her just yet. He gently placed Judith into your arms, his warm hands brushing yours in the process.

"Hi, baby!" you cooed, overtaken by her cuteness "aren't you jus' the cutest lil' thing!" She just looked at you, not a thought behind her eyes. You couldn't help the way your face split into a gigantic smile. You glanced up at Shane, but he was already looking at you with a ghost of a smile on his face and eyes less cold than they were earlier. You handed him back the baby and he handed it back to the girl before motioning for you to follow him.

He led you through the prison, to a cell you'd be staying in. When the other members of his group saw you and demanded answers, with authority present in his tone, Shane told them you were here for his daughter and here to stay, leaving no room for questions. Even if they didn't seem to agree with his choice, they didn't say anything. You sat on your cot. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was heaven compared to the dirt.

"Thanks for bringing me here," you said looking down at your shoes.

"Better uphold your end of the deal or else I'll turn you loose and leave you for dead."

What a warm welcome.

In the week or so that passed, everyone started to warm up to you, especially Shane. At first, you suspected he was hovering because he didn't fully trust you with Judith, but when he hung around you, even during the times you were without Judith, you started to suspect he liked being in your company. And his wasn’t that bad either.

“Hey there,” you greeted as you approached him with baby Judith in your arms. He stood in the watchtower, having been in there keeping watch the night before. The bright, early morning sun shone on him, making his brown eyes glow. He smiled happily at his daughter before smiling at you too.

“What’re y’all doin’ up so early?” He asked, taking Judith from you and cradling her in his arms.

“The little one was hungry, had to get up and feed her.”

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked you. You nodded your head.

“Why don’t you go get yourself somethin’ to eat?” His voice was laced with genuine care, which shocked you. He hasn’t shown too much care for anyone in the short time you’ve been here.

“What about you, you’ve been up here all nigh. Surely you’re hungry?” He handed you Judith and turned you around, gently nudging you toward the exit.

“Mornin’, Beth,” you said cheerly as you helped yourself to a granola bar. You though about it for a second before grabbing one for Shane too.

“Hey,” she replied.

“Do you mind watching Judith for a bit? Gotta do somethin’ real quick?” She agreed and happily took the baby in her arms.

You hurried back to the watch tower and thankfully, Shane was still in there.

“What’re you doin’ back in here? Thought I told you to go eat?”

“You’re not the boss of me,” you teased as you tossed him the granola bar. He smirked and caught the bar. You took a seat, leaning against the wall as you ate your breakfast. He looked at you as if to ask what you you were doing.

“ ‘M keepin’ you company,” you stated matter of factly. He didn’t argue with you and instead sat down next to you. You wanted to remind him that he was to be keeping watch, but decided against it, afraid it might push him away. The two of you ate in silence for a bit, too hungry to avert attention from the food.

“Judith seems to like you,” he commented.

“Well, I’d hope so, since I’m her nanny,” you joked. He chucked before responding. “You take such good care of her.”

You smiled at him. “Least I could do since y’all took me in… even though you tried to rob me and threaten my life.” Despite the truth to your words, there was a joking tone to your voice. He looked a bit guilty.

“We were just,” he took a moment to gather his words, “I had to-”

“’S fine, I get it,” you said, slightly relieving him of his guilt. “I’ve had to do some things I didn’t wanna to survive.”

“Haven’t we all.” You were grateful that he didn’t try to pry too much into your life, but you wouldn’t have minded sharing had he asked anyway. You rested your head on his shoulder -much like you did to your friends before the dead started rising- and he let you stay there.

“I better get back to Judith,” you said after a few minutes.

“And I gotta change shifts.” The two of you parted ways, but not before he thanked you for the granola bar.

You found Beth again. She was in a cell with Maggie who was feeding Judith. She handed you the baby and her bottle so you could take over feeding her. The sisters said their goodbyes before leaving the cell, leaving you and Judith behind. She was almost done with the bottle before you heard the faint sound of gunshots. You tensed up, clutching Judith close to you.The gunshots picked up, making you wonder if you should go and see what’s going on. You looked down at the baby dozing off in your arms. You couldn’t just leave her in here alone. The prison was virtually empty with nobody else to watch her. You chose to stay, even though the guilt of doing nothing ate away at you.

After what felt like forever, the shooting finally stopped. You breathed a sigh of relief. Loud footsteps rapidly approached before Shane appeared in the doorway. He was sweaty, out of breath, and clutching his side.

“Came to check on you two, everything alright?” He asked, worriedly.

“Yeah, she’s fine, everything’s fine,” you replied, eager to ask what it was that happened.

“Are you alright?” Concern flashed in his eyes.

You nodded. “What happened out there? Is everyone okay?”

“It was the Governor, killed one of the prisoners and tried to take out everyone else too.”

You looked away from his eyes and down to the hand clutching his side. Blood was starting to leak between his fingers. Your heart dropped.

“Shane, did you get shot?” You asked sternly, hoping he wouldn’t lie.

“Just a graze, I’ll be fine.” You put a sleeping Judith in her crib before approaching the man.

“Lemme patch you up.”

“It’s just a graze,” he insisted.

You sighed and looked up at him which forced him to look at you. “I know you just brought me here to take care of Judith, but I wanna take care of you too.” He let out a sigh and finally relented. You smiled up at him before scurrying off to fetch some medical supplies.

When you came back, he was sitting on the cot, still clutching his wound with a pained look on his face. When he heard you come in, he sat up straighter and put that stoic look back on his face.

“You don’t have to act all tough for me,” you teased. You doused a towel with some rubbing alcohol before kneeling in front of him. He couldn’t look you in the eyes as he lifted his shirt to give you access to the wound. It seemed to have stop bleeding, so you gently cleaned the wound before putting a bandage on it.

“See, really wasn’t that big a deal,” he said with a teasing smirk on his face.

“Still had me worried, though.” You stood up and tidied the mess of medical supplies.

“Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me, I can handle it.”

You knew he could, but the thought of losing him scared you. You leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Just don’t want Judith losin’ her daddy is all.” He sighed and looked up to the ceiling in thought.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem.”

“No, not just for this. For taking care of Judith and for taking care of me.” You sat beside him and slipped your hand through his.

“Always.”

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Spicy Alphabet: Jason Voorhees

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Such a sweetheart. He's eager to clean up after. It's a bit sloppy at first but he gets the hang of it. Tucking you into the bed and laying right beside you when he's done to cuddle. He does everything out of love and necessity. Of course you won't be able to move after THAT session.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's quite proud of his torso, it's a powerhouse. His torso is the one thing he'll allow himself to look happily at in the mirror. Those abs and back muscles were a blessing.

You? He doesn't have one. Everything about you is a blessing from God to him. There hasn't been an inch of your body he's neglected.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This may sound strange, but it depends on your relationship development.

Married? Cream pies oozing out of you every time.

Engaged? Cum shots on different body parts.

Even if you can't physically get pregnant, Jason feels like creampie always equals possible pregnancy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's nothing dirty about this pure man. How dare you! Until he kills……then he's pretty messy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced at all. Pretty sure he grew up evangelical Christian. They don't like even kissing until you get married. He's awkward, uncomfortable, and shy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Let's avoid laughing until he gets super comfortable with sex. He might think you're making fun of him. Once he's more confident in himself, he'll also laugh at the weird sounds and awkward transitions.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubic hair has its own ecosystem. You swear you could discover some new animal species in there. He'll groom if you ask him, or even let you trim him yourself. But if you like the ecosystem, be ready to become an ecologist 🌱

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Exceptionally romantic. There are times where it gets so overwhelming, it makes you cry. That and the incredible orgasms he gives you. Actually, you can't tell which reason made you cry the most.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nah. He will just come to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As long as it's gentle, he's into BDSM elements. Mostly bondage and you dominating him. Big scary guy likes to be put in his place, figuratively, by his small, cute s/o. It helps him unwind from his killing sprees. Once married, he will have the strongest urge for breeding.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If you are okay with it, on a bed near the lake. The moonlight shines down on you both, exposing the glisten of sweat on skin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your existence is enough to turn him on. But he gets especially hard when you take charge and take care of him, doting on him like the loving spouse you are.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will hurt you. Also, anything that he finds degrading for the both of you like; scat, piss play, or spitting

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves to give, give, givvvvvvvveeeee!! Oh, you'll be screaming in pleasure when he goes down. His tongue and the amount of saliva he produces makes you feel like you're sitting in his heavenly water.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Scared to go rough, so he's slow and sensual. Later on, he'll allow some rough moments, but they are very quick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Would rather have a full love making session. Quickies remind him of the teens who he kills for having pre-marital sex. There's no love in the action to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No. He'll try something new for you. But he has his hard limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Although he's a powerhouse, he delivers so much emotion through his movements during lovemaking. He can last 2-3 good rounds before he's tapped out. He needs to emotionally recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sex toys? He's neutral. It depends on what it's being used for. He likes using them on you more than on himself. With bondage (and other related items) , he would rather be on the receiving end.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is not unfair! He'll give you what you want. He's a sucker for you 💕.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud. He grunts a lot. Sometimes whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You were teaching him how to tie knots one day with some colorful rope you ordered. His hands were used as a demonstration. After running through various techniques, you noticed his arousal poking out. That's when you both discovered he likes being tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Anaconda. Not kidding. He's soda can thick, 10.5 inches long. He has a small curve to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Low, on his own. You're the deciding factor on how high his sex drive is. He tries to match you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he will quickly fall into slumber after caring for you. Other times, he's energized by the session. So he'll go out and check the camp.

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