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ghostlychief · 1 year

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Hey i hope your doing well! I was wondering if you can do a oneshot of just ghost taking care of their partner while they're on their period. Kinda like a comforting type thing. Idk i just need some type of comfort at the moment and i would appreciate this so much 💜 thank you

Hello! This request came at the perfect time because i just started my period so, thank you for requesting! The thought of having Ghost as your boyfriend to help you through the aches and pains of it all sounds so nice😭 so, i hope you enjoy the little oneshot i threw together. I also hope that it provides you some comfort, and i hope that you're doing ok <3

Heating Pad

Oneshot- Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

wc: 1062

warnings: none really unless you count periods as one lmao; there's like one mention of blood; otherwise just cuddles and kisses from your big boyfie Ghost

summary: It’s that time of the month again. The time when you’re bloated, bleeding, in pain, and a bit sad. Luckily for you, your boyfriend makes sure you’re looked after during this emotional time.

Simon secretly loves how much you need him when you’re on your period. He loves the feeling of being helpful and wanted for something, and one could argue that you’re the neediest during this time. But who can blame you? You’re cramping, bloated, in pain, and overall, just not having a good time.

The first time you got your period when you guys initially started dating, he wasn’t quite sure how to provide for you, or comfort you, in the best way. Did you want to be left alone? He couldn’t imagine you wanted to be around people during this time, but he was wrong. You rarely wanted him to leave your side.

He may or may not have researched the menstrual cycle and learned how your hormones dip and rise throughout. He understands when your energy levels are at their highest and lowest, when you’re most fertile, anything you name it, and he knows it.

He started tracking your cycle, so now he knows which day is your potential ovulation day, and when your period begins and ends. He’s very conscious of the ups and downs you go through throughout your cycle, never one to judge you for having good and bad days. He understands after all, he has good and bad days too.

He quickly came to the realization that you love cuddles and naps when your cramps are raging. You have a heating pad that is never turned off during this time, and can always be found placed on your lower belly. One of your favorite things to wear while bundled up in bed with your heating pad is one of Simon’s large black t-shirts; the lingering smell of him comforts you.

He’s a heating pad himself of sorts, his large frame and body is just always warm, so you love to cuddle with him either on the couch or bed, soaking up all his warmth. Your favorite positions to lay with him are either little spoon, or tucked under his arm with your leg thrown over is waist.

If he’s spooning you from behind, he will stretch an arm out for you so you can rest your head on his bicep. He wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you into him, leaving kisses behind your ear. He will also massage your lower tummy, trying to assuage any cramps or discomfort you may feel. His large hand working wonders. Though his hands are usually calloused and a bit rough, they are always so gentle in handling you, taking extra care and caution when touching you. He knows you’re not made of glass, but you seem so vulnerable during this time and he finds himself being extra protective of you.

If you’re cuddling in your other favorite position, Simon will wrap a secure arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as possible. His other hand will either be holding your leg that’s thrown across his waist or, rubbing your head; something that always makes you sleepy.

You’re typically more tired during the days in which you’re bleeding, so often times your cuddle sessions with Simon end up with you falling asleep. In these cases, Simon just continues to hold you, and sometimes he'll find himself trailing his fingers along the plush areas of your stomach, and tenderly massages you, continuing to provide you with sweet caresses as you sleep in his arms.

If you were lounging on the couch and Simon found that you fell asleep, he would gently wake you up so you could wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He’ll carry you to the bed and tuck you in, and place a kiss on your cheek before leaving you to peacefully sleep.

Along with offering you consolation with his touches, Simon also does little acts of service to make your time more bearable.

When you wake up in the morning, you’ll usually find him making your favorite breakfast and a steaming cup of coffee is already waiting for you on the counter. In these instances, you always greet him by wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and give him a warm, long hug. He immediately turns around to properly hug you, swaying you back and forth. You sigh into his chest, tightening your arms around his waist, hands gripping the material of his shirt. He leaves a kiss atop your head before breaking away and leans down to kiss your sweet lips.

If one morning you woke up and there was an unfortunate dark red stain on the sheets, Simon would just coo in your ear and rub your head letting you know that it’s alright. He ushers you to the shower to so he can throw the dirty sheets in the washer and put a clean set on the bed.

When he notices that you’re avoiding his eye, he reassures you that it’s ok and nothing to be embarrassed about.

“A little blood doesn’t scare me, sweetheart. Now go get in the shower and I’ll take care of it.” He leans down and gives your nose a kiss before he gets to cleaning.

When you get out of the shower, you feel much cleaner and more refreshed. You notice that your towel is warm, and conclude that Simon must have thrown it in the dryer to warm it up for you. You change into a fresh set of pajamas, and your find that your socks are warm too.

Like most women, the week of your period generally comes with heightened emotions. You feel overly sensitive and sad, crying at the silliest of things. Sometimes Simon will come home and find you laying on the couch sniffling while you watch tv. He of course comes over to you and makes you sit up so he can pull you into a tight hug, gently rubbing your back before asking you what’s wrong. No matter how big or small of a thing you may be crying about, Simon never laughs at you or makes your feel invalidated. He always accompanies your tears with forehead kisses and warm hugs.

Simon never fails to provide you with a blanket of protection and warmth as you bear the aches your period brings. He’s extra attentive towards you, making you feel comfortable and safe, which eases the pain of it all.

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xxzlushiez · 11 months

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Hiiii, i hope you having good day! Can you please write story with tokio hotel (seperate) and them doing aftercare to reader? Luv yaaa🫶🏻🫶🏻

Sweetness

Tokio Hotel x GN! Reader

Synopsis: how the boys act after sex with their S/O (idk what to call this guys)

Notes: Implied sex ofc, aftercare, the boys just being sweet and mushy for Name, I made them in an established relationship I hope you don’t mind

A/N: HI Anon!! I hope your day is going good as well! I thought this request was so different than what I usually write and i had a lot of fun doing it🫶TYSM for the request! Luv ya🫶🫶

B. Kaulitz

- I’ve written some headcanons abt how he is in bed but let’s talk about the after🤭

- super sweet

- does anything you ask him to do

- we all know he’s a straight DOG for you so you can imagine how he is

- he doesn’t like to leave you because he thinks your super vulnerable in the moment

- brings you food after

- a little full of himself (but honestly if I was him, I’d act the same)

- he’s like “you probably can’t walk so I got you some things”

- but he just says it so nicely that you can’t even get mad

- like he doesn’t know how vulgar he sounds💀

- cuddles for at least an hour after even if you have stuff to do

- doesn’t let you leave

- you probably couldn’t even if you tried💀

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Gustav Schäfer

- I’m gonna say that he’s the most heartthrob one here (argue w the wall🤨)

- super-duper sweet

- like makes me wanna say “awwww ” sweet

- enjoys playing with your hair while you calm down

- you both just lay in bed and talk about upcoming events

-talks about his nerves about tours and likes to comfort you

-it's almost like a little therapy session

-just letting everything out with him from what he thinks about fans to things in your relationship

- massaging your shoulders because God damn, we know he goes rough asl

- likes to have a little make out sesh w u after (If you're up for it) 🤭

- just thinks you're so beautiful especially when the moonlight hits your face just right

- likes to see that after sex glow you have

-can't stop complimenting you

-every time he thinks he's noticed everything he finds something new to praise you on

-he is so sappy and it makes you swoon even more

-says you should take pain killers because wikihow said so💀

-cooks you a meal because he's a total chef as we know

- ugh I’m in love with him guys

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Georg Listing

- I was thinking for a long time about him contemplating yk?

- he’s a little different from the others

- lets you do what you want

-like if you say you just want to lay with him and don't need anything he's not going to push it but if you say you need something he turns into Speed😭

- needs to be with you though...

- just hanging around you

- helping with random tasks because they are “too hard on your aching body” (mf...)

- likes to embarrass you and joke about himself in bed

- knows how good he is and it makes you so mad because he brags

-does treat you like a princess though don't doubt him

-likes to take a long shower with you just washing off all the stress and emotions from the day

-says you should just rest for a while and stays with you

-makes a pillow fort and wraps you in blanket while you just sit there like 😒"not this again bro"

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Tom Kaulitz

-he's still getting used to the whole aftercare thing so bear with him for a little please

-but when he does get used to it, he's either just so awkward or really romantic

-on the awkward side he'll be like "...that was good. Do you feel good?"

-but that's usually only when he's like really dazed and fucked out

-normally he's just a talker

-makes sure your content before getting out of your shared bed to grab a cloth for you to clean up with

-prefers to just be calm and relaxed with you after. no distractions he's only focused on you

-it's kind of random but he really likes to choose clothes of his for you to wear so your comfy

-once you're both changed, he wants to just sleep

-I hope you're sleepy to because once he's cuddled up to you, he's GONE

-out like a light switch 💀

-there is no waking him up for at least a few hours

-so, get comfortable because he has an iron grip and won't let you go

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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Daya, I'm brining a thot to your yard- it's me.

I had an idea :

khonshu avatar !Miguel o'hara or Marc Spector × chubby Hathor avatar f!reader.

You know how Hathor and Khonshu are a thing and that's in conflict with Miguel or Marc x reader because they're not fans of each other at all, they're both grumpy x grumpy dripping with sarcasm.

They end up having to spend time together because of some mission and now they're trying not to jump each other whole time Khonshu and Hathor are just veeeery encouraging so they make a plan to make it happen.

Give them that good good nsfw 🖤

adieu.

hate to love you

pairing: moon knight miguel o’hara x chubby hathor fem reader

contents: ex-lovers-enemies-lovers (?), use of toy, mentions of blood, oral (f receiving), riding, slapping, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, choking, and cowgirl

a/n: idk if i’m being too self-critical or if this is acc ass but i hope y’all enjoy 😭 sorry it took me so long btw

word count: 6k

A loud knock on your front door shook you from your thoughts while you were cleaning, wiping your hands on the apron that you were wearing before walking over to the door. You opened up the door just a crack, a loud groan erupting from your throat once you saw Miguel standing there with his hands in his pocket. Once many moons ago, his presence would've filled you up with joy but it now only brought feelings of sadness and anger. "Before you close the door, just hea-" you closed the door before he got the chance to finish speaking, unable to face him again.

The last time you'd seen Miguel was last year in your shared apartment in Cairo while you were breaking up with him. He left you after the passing of your daughter for five months, effectively ignoring your calls and messages. You'd even tried to track him down but every attempt that you made just felt like you were chasing after a ghost. Though you tried to convince yourself that he was mostly likely dead to justify his prolonged absence, you couldn't help but wonder if it was just that he didn't want to be with you. When he came back though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder like he'd never left.

"I'm sorry that I left you for so long, I just couldn't fathom the loss of our daughter," he told you after he pulled away, his eyes scanning over your body like he was trying to make sure it was you. You took a couple seconds to let his words run through your mind, looking at him blankly. "You couldn't fathom the loss of Gabriella? What about me?! I needed you!" you yelled at him, your hands forming into fists while tears ran down your cheeks. “I know, I know. But at least I'm here now," he offered, extending his hands out to embrace you in a hug once more. You stepped back from him, a dry chuckle escaping from your lips.

"For how long, Miguel? It used to me and you fighting side by side, but now something's always gotta come up. First it was Khonshu’s demands and now it's the loss of our daughter. Dating you feels like I'm dating nobody," you responded bitterly, your eyes stinging from the tears you were holding back. "You know about my debt to Khonshu. You know I can't deny him anything," his response came out monotone, like a mantra he repeated to himself to justify his actions. "I don't wanna see you anymore. Get out," your voice cracked as you spoke, cursing yourself inside for showing him that vulnerability.

"You know I can't control her," you overheard Hathor speak, certainly talking to Khonshu. "Please mami, don't do this to me. I promise I'll stick around this time," he pleaded with you, getting down on his knees as he held your hands in his. Seeing him like this almost made you want to forgive him, almost. "You said that the last couple times. Get off me and get out," you tried to muster up the same nonchalant tone he used, your voice still wavering from the tears you were withholding. Miguel stood up to his feet, his hands still holding yours as he looked down at the floor. "Alright, I'm sorry."

You ended up moving out of the apartment, unable to face the memories that the four walls held. The first time you guys inaugurated every surface, the times that you two shared a meal together, and your whispered prayers for a hope that he would be okay. While you were cleaning up the apartment, you found a wedding ring in one of Miguel’s jackets. You held it close to your chest, allowing yourself to break down since he left. Though you didn't take much with you, you ended up taking the wedding ring with you to Nueva York.

Loud pounding on the door broke you out of the memories, the door's hinges seeming to loosen with every fist that he took to it. "I'm not leaving until we have a conversation. Please!" Miguel pleaded, his pounding stopping only so you'd hear his words. "I need you," his words came out more hushed this time, his hands going back to pounding on the door afterwards. You convinced yourself that you were only opening the door to avoid any noise complaints from your neighbors despite the certain pull that you felt towards him.

"What do you want?" Your tone came out brisk and cold, the door slightly ajar as you eyed him. It didn't help your resolve at seeing his painfully handsome physique, the time apart definitely doing him good. "I need your help with something urgent. Do you mind if I come in? It's not safe to talk about out here," he responded, stepping closer to the door. You opened up the door to let him in, making some distance between the two of you by going to check up on the pot in the oven. He slid off his shoes, sitting down at the dinner table.

You poured yourself a bowl of soup, sitting down across from him as you blew on it slightly to cool it down. "You're not gonna give me any?" He asked, the words seeming to die down in his throat once he spotted your glare. "As if I would waste leftovers on you. Now get to the point and talk," you told him, bringing the spoon up to your mouth. You heard the sound of a flute playing, soft melodies filling up the house only to spot Hathor sitting down on the couch with a smile on her face. "So basically I need your help getting this ancient scroll from this collector. He's having a ball later this week and I was wondering if you'd be my partner for the mission."

The spoonful of soup that you'd taken came out of your nose when he finished speaking, and you quickly rushed to wipe up the mess you made. Miguel rushed over to the kitchen, handing you a glass of water to ease with the coughing. Hour hands brushed up against his, the same spark that you'd felt before returning before you quickly snatched the cup away from him. "And why do you need me to help you? You're very insistent on handling things yourself," you responded, not missing the opportunity to land a dig on him. "Please. Khonshu’s not exactly friends with the other gods and you know I wouldn't be here if I didn't really need you," he told you, his eyes locking straight to yours.

A scoff escaped from your throat, glancing back over at him as you folded your arms. "So you're here because I'm a last resort? Great way to seal this deal," you retorted, going back to eating your soup. A loud groan came from his throat, his hands digging into his scalp as he looked down at his feet. "As much as I need your help, I'm not gonna beg for it. I hope you choke on that damn soup," he grumbled, standing up and tossing the chair to the side before he left. Hathor’s music ceased playing once he left, appearing in front of you with a condescending look on her face. "Absolutely not."

You'd thought that Hathor would leave you alone after the way you acted in front of Miguel, wishful thinking on your part really. "Just help him out, what do you have to lose?" She told you, waking you up at four in the morning. You grabbed the pillow underneath you, covering your ears with it despite the fact you knew it wouldn't work with her. "Pleaseee. Just do me this favor and I'll give you a shortened contract than the one we have right now," she spoke up once more, appearing in the corner of your room. You were aware of the fact that she could take over your body and treat you as her marionette, so you could appreciate that she was willing to bargain. "Fine. Now please let me sleep."

The day of when the party was supposed to be, you stumbled over a box in your front step while you were heading out to get the mail. You brought the box, taking caution on opening it just in case it was one of the artifacts that you'd bid on recently. Inside the box however, laid a green ball gown with a matching pair of lingerie, a note sticking to the side of the box. Miguel’s handwriting covered the sticky note, thanking you for agreeing to do it and telling you to wear the dress since it'd match his suit. You had half the mind to defy him and end up wearing something else, but you couldn't help but feel enchanted while you tried the dress on.

"Get your damn hand off me," you snapped at Miguel when he tried to help you out the car, his hand lingering on yours. "I would but what husband would I be if I didn't help you get out," he mused, seemingly more amused by the situation than you. He placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you into the house, the same way that he used to do when you two were dating. You pushed his hand away, deciding to do something safe and place your hand on his arm. Even just from the outside, you could tell that the estate was expensive by the way that the flowers were cut and arranged.

Miguel attempted to include the two of you in others' conversations so as to not appear out of place, but you could tell that the two of you stuck out like a sore thumb. "Maybe if you got rid of that scowl on your face people would be eager to talk to us," Miguel whispered in your ear once the two of you snuck out to get a glass of champagne. You could only glare at him in response, jolting upright as you felt a vibration in your core. Your eyes could practically shot daggers at Miguel as you watched the stupid smirk on his face. "Estate calmada and maybe I'll slow it down," he whispered, turning up the level before walking away. (stay calm)

You excused yourself to the bathroom after five minutes, needing a break from the vibrations in your core. Your panties were covered in your slick when you pulled them down, a sense of relief hitting you once you took them off. You were planning on camping out in the bathroom for a couple minutes, a buzzing sound coming from your phone interrupting your thoughts.

devil spawn: Don't think you're getting out of this so easily

Shocking bastard. You let out a small grumble, taking the opportunity to wipe down the slick dripping down from your thighs before putting the panties back on. The vibrations continued to hit your clit with every movement that you made, the low volume only getting you in a worse mood than you already were. You tried to calm your expression as you walked back over to Miguel, wrapping your hand around his arm to keep up the appearance. "I was starting to think you disappeared, mi amor," he spoke up, introducing you to one of the other collectors in the party.

The vibrations intensified when you stuck your hand out to introduce yourself to the man, your smile wavering by the second. You squeezed your thighs together to help satiate the need you had in between your legs, shaking the man's hand as if nothing was bothering you. He and Miguel got into a conversation about some antiques in Egypt, the man excluding you from the conversation completely. A moan escaped from your lips when you felt the vibrations intensify, quickly covered up with a cough when the man turned to look at you. He looked at you for a couple seconds before shrugging and going back to his conversation with Miguel.

"I'm about to stick this heel up your ass, I swear," you muttered just low enough for Miguel to hear. He rolled his eyes, excusing himself to the man before grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. "Either we get killed or you just stand there like a good girl and take what I'm giving to you. It's not like you don't deserve it," he responded, raising his hand up with a smile to salute the man despite the bitter tone that he'd used with you. "You're the last person I want to be with right now, so cool it and I might consider stopping the vibrator, hm?" His whisper came out in the most condescending tone possible, taking your arm as he led the two of you back to the man.

A loud clink on a glass interrupted every conversation, silence filling up the room until footsteps were heard. Ammit's avatar presented themselves, thanking everybody for showing up to the event and started to speak about some of the artifacts that would be up for auction tonight. "I’m gonna go and look for the scroll. You're responsible for appearances," you craned your neck to speak up to him, his nod being the only confirmation. You stepped off to the side while everybody was looking away, walking up the white marble stairs as quietly as you could.

You snuck into a couple of the rooms upstairs, unable to find anything before stopping in front of the bookshelf of what you assumed was the master bedroom. You touched around, applying soft pressure to the books to see if there was a trap door behind. "Try Metamorphosis by Kafka," you heard behind you, only to be met with Miguel standing in the doorway. "Right, because you would know," you grumbled to yourself, pulling the book despite your protests. The bookshelf moved to one side, allowing entry to the hidden room behind it. "I'd say I would know," Miguel responded, a cocky grin on his face as he grabbed the book from you and placed it back on the shelf.

You spent the walk down the stairs fuming to yourself, Miguel’s chuckle interrupting you from your thoughts. "For the record, I only know that since he and I used to be friends," he told you as the two of you reached another door at the bottom of the stairs. You opened up the door, gold reflecting off the surfaces as you walked in. You and Miguel separated, deciding to take the room by small sections as the two of you sought out for the scroll. After a couple minutes of searching, Miguel called out to you to tell you that he'd found the scroll.

The two of you were about to walk out of the room and head back to the party when the sound of a walkie talkie came through. "Requesting backup in the master bedroom. There appears to be some intruders," a gruff, male voice spoke into it as he attempted his best to keep his voice hushed. You looked over at Miguel panicked, his eyes darting around the room to figure out an escape plan. He grabbed onto your wrist, pulling one of the artifacts on the shelf to open up a hidden closet in the walls. The two of you clamored inside, attempting to get comfortable in the confined space.

"You're stepping on my shoe," you complained to Miguel, your voice barely above a whisper as you did. "Shut up, you're gonna get us killed," he responded, moving a bit further away from you to get his foot off. The main door opened, loud bootsteps echoing as the men stepped inside. You tried to keep your movements to a minimum, but you couldn't help the fact that you were starting to feel claustrophobic in the space. "Stop moving so much, you're making me uncomfortable," Miguel muttered from behind you, keeping his voice as quiet as he could. "Shut up. You're stressing me out," you hissed back at him, trying to calm yourself down before you ended up getting a panic attack.

Miguel held your hand throughout the process, telling you that you wouldn't be in here for much longer. Your breathing slowed down at the calmness of his words, slowly returning back to normal as you opened and closed your hands. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his auburn ones to see a sense of longing burning inside of them. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his impulsively. You were expecting him to push you away after his initial reaction of shock, but he brought his hand to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. His hand came down to your breast, kneading it to the best of his ability as he continued to engulf your mouth with his.

You pulled away after a couple seconds, seemingly coming back to your senses after listening to the boot steps retreat. You wiped your mouth to try to erase the fact that you'd kissed the man you swore to hate, but the simple fact was that he'd engraved himself into your soul since the first time you met. Miguel pressed a button, the closet door opening to reveal the guards still standing there with their arms by their sides. "Summon the damn suit!" You snapped at him, summoning your own before they got the chance to raise their guns to shoot. The shields protecting your arms managed to cover you as you reached over for one of the guard's guns, hitting him in the head with it.

Your suit was meant more to protect you rather than attack so you were left up to your own devices and agility to defend yourself against the guards. Miguel tossed over one of the moons that rested on his chest to which you used to stab a guard in the neck. Miguel had taken care of most of the guards, leaving them with severe injuries and some dead. You handed the blood stained crescent moon to him, footsteps coming down the stairs as Ammit’s current avatar presented themselves to you two. "I'll distract them and you run," Miguel whispered in your ear, your brows furrowing as you looked at him. "And what about you?" You inquired, feeling slightly worried about how'd he manage. "I'll be fine. You just get out."

The avatar charged straight for you, aware of the fact that you couldn't do much to defend yourself but Miguel tackled them to the ground before they were able to get too close. You hesitated for a moment on leaving him alone before running off back up the stairs. The suit vanished and you were clad in the green dress once more, the blood from the guards dripping down the side of your face. You wiped it away in the spare bathroom, deciding to go back to your apartment before any of the guards caught on to who you were.

"What do you think about him going back to her place?" Hathor spoke up when Miguel finished the fight, glancing over at Khonshu. "Doesn't she hate him?" The bird responded, only making himself visible to the other deity as they plan out their matchmaking. "She only hates him because the thought of loving him is so painful," Hathor mused, watching Miguel get threatened by the avatar. "If you don't kill me, I'll make sure to make your little girlfriend's life a living hell," Ammit’s avatar told Miguel, a fire burning inside of Miguel’s eyes. The pair watched as Miguel practically tore apart the body, blood spilling throughout the marble floor.

"Seems like he's still in love too," Khonshu finally responded, watching as Miguel disposed of the other guards standing in place. "Is there any way for you to delay his healing abilities? Suggest that maybe he seeks her out as a nurse," Hathor suggested, glancing over at her ex lover. "His healing capability isn't at its max tonight. It's a crescent moon, but I'll try to slow down the rate he heals at," he told her, watching as Hathor faded away into nothing. Khonshu spent a couple seconds looking into the empty space where Hathor once was, feeling conflicted about his feelings towards her. "Why am I not healing?" Miguel’s voice broke him out of the trance, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike. "I know of a good makeshift nurse who's willing to help."

A loud knock on your door surprised you, your curiosity getting the better of you as you went to go open it. "I know I said that would be the last favor but I was wondering if you'd patch me up," Miguel spoke up, half of his face covered in blood as he staggered to your front step. You opened the door to let him in, his shoes dragging blood across the welcome mat. You helped Miguel take off the shoes, placing them on the mat before helping him sit down at the dinner table. After wetting a kitchen rag, you grabbed your first aid kit and walked back over to him.

"What happened to the avatar?" You asked him as you wiped down the blood on his face. "You sure you want to know?" He responded, seeming to avoid your gaze as you cleaned him up. "You already did kill those guards so I'm not sure why you're avoiding the topic," you pointed out, grabbing a cotton pad and dipping it in rubbing alcohol. You'd been aware for a while of the fact that Miguel had a kill if necessary rule placed among himself, the lines faltering every so often with Khonshu’s interference. "I guess they found out I had a.. weakness when it came to you and basically said that as long as they were alive, they'd never leave you alone," he finally responded, your eyes widening as you tried to process the information.

"What type of weakness are you referring to?" You finally asked him, bandaging up a cut on the side of his cheek. "You know. No te hagas la tonta," he responded, a small hissing escaping from his lips as he felt the rubbing alcohol seep into the cut. (don’t act stupid) "If I knew I wouldn't be asking," you told him, sitting back down across from him. "The weakness is that I'm still so in love with you that I'm willing to kill anyone that even utters your name in the wrong tone," his answer surprised you, but what surprised you even more is the fact that you didn't feel the supposed hatred you conditioned yourself to feel for him. All you felt was concern for his well-being and maybe, just maybe, a smidge of love for him as well.

"So now it's my turn to ask the questions. Why'd you kiss me back there?" He inquired, leaning over a bit on the table as he looked straight into your eyes. "Something I did out of the moment," you responded, avoiding his gaze as you cleared your throat. "So if I kissed you right now, would you push me away?" The question came out hushed, like he wanted to keep it just for your ears only. You nibbled down on your bottom lip, unwilling to answer him since you knew that you were already starting to feel the initial attraction that you once felt towards him.

He leaned in slowly, giving you the time to back out if you wanted. When he realized that you stayed sitting still, he tilted your chin up and pressed his lips against yours. He started the kiss off slow, sensual enough to get you used to the taste of him once more before his tongue dipped into your mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair, wanting to make up for the past year that he hadn't been around. "See, you say you hate me yet you kiss like you love me. What's up with that?" he mused, pulling away from the kiss as he looked at you. "You never do shut up, huh?"

You led him into your bedroom, guiding him into your bed as you took off the heels you'd worn for the evening. He helped you unzip the dress, the gown pooling down by your feet once he'd finished. "Lemme taste you. could practically smell you dripping back there," he spoke like it physically agonized him that his head wasn't buried between your legs at the moment. You got down on the bed, watching as he made his way down in between your legs. You couldn't help but hide your upper body with the way that he was looking at you, a carnal stare in his eyes. He pushed your hands away, exposing you to him and pinned them down to the bed.

He started off slow, delivering small kisses on your inner thighs before grabbing your panties with his front teeth. His fangs poked out as he pushed down the panties, sliding them off your ankles with his hands. Your arousal from throughout the night glistened on your cunt as you awaited for him to make the next move, your hand grabbing onto his wrist. "Please," you pleaded, his tongue prodding at your hole ever so slightly. "Please what?" He mused, his eyes meeting yours as his tongue collected the slick dripping on your inner thighs. "You know what!" You grumbled, starting to get frustrated from the lack of stimulation to your cunt. “I don't think I know. Think you'll have to tell me, chula."

You let out a small groan, looking down at him to see that he wasn't going to relent without you doing so first. "Please just eat me out already," you muttered, using the lightest tone of voice you could so as to not injure your pride even more. "I don't think I heard you right. Say that again for me, will you?" He responded, a cocky grin on his face as he looked at you. "Please just eat me out!" You exclaimed, his tongue going into your hole right after you finished speaking. He thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit every time that he moved forward.

He pulled his tongue out of your hole, licking a stripe down from your clit to your folds. You tried to wiggle your hips upward, trying to get more of what he had to give but his hands held your arms in place in what appeared to be an iron grip. "You'll take what I give you and nothing more," he simply said, going back to slurping on your cunt like a starved man. Your ankles dug into the bed as he started thrusting into you faster, his tongue brushing up against your g-spot. "Fuckkk, right there. Keep going," you moaned out, struggling to stay still the longer he kept stimulating that spot.

One of his hands released your arm, drawing lazy circles on your clit as his mouth buried itself into your cunt. The sounds he was making were obscene, slurping you up like you were the finest beverage he could've been offered. Your free hand buried itself into his hair, pushing even further into your cunt as your thighs closed on either side of his head.A loud moan erupted from your throat when the circles on your clit started to get faster, more precise. You started to pull away from him, feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure that you were receiving but he was quick to pull you back down into his mouth. "My mouth isn't leaving your pussy until you cum all over it, understood?"

All you could do is nod as your legs shook with every movement of his fingers, his head moving from side to side as he busied himself on slurping every drop of slick that you provided. You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly, your hands digging into his hair as a warning. He continued at the same pace he was going, thrusting into the spot that he knew would have you coming all over his mouth in seconds. Your release coated his mouth and chin as he pulled away, his tongue doing quick work not to let any go to waste. He got up and leaned over, pressing his lips against yours. The taste of you and him combined was enough to intoxicate you, a little slice of heaven.

"Get up. I wanna see you on top of me," he told you, your legs seeming to work on his command since you'd already finished standing up by the time he finished speaking. He got down on the bed, his back against the bedframe as he expected for you to come over. You got on the bed, your legs on either side of his as you jerked his cock off with your hand before the two of you got started. You lined up his cock with the entrance of your pussy, your previous orgasm making it much easier for you to sink down on him.

You spread your legs open, your hands pressed against his chest for balance as you forced yourself to go up his cock. While riding was something that you usually didn't mind when it came to him, his cock was too big to the point where you needed him to help you at the end. He took your breasts into his hand, kneading them before leaning in to suck on them. You brought your hand down to his hair, your fingers practically digging into his scalp as you sunk down on his cock once more. "Miguel it hurts. It's been too big," you whined, feeling that all too familiar sting in your thighs. "You can do it, mami. I have trust in you. I'll help you out if things get too hard, okay?"

You somewhat established a rhythm, putting all the force into your thighs as you sunk down to his cock and back up again. You came back down on his cock, the sting in your thighs becoming too prominent that you couldn't ignore it anymore. You buried your head into his shoulder, not willing to admit your defeat to him. "You need my help, chula?" He asked you, his hands coming down to your hips as his feet planted onto the bed. All you could do is simply nod, his hips snapping into yours as his cock pushed itself inside of you.

You were sitting upright as his cock molded itself to your cunt, your walls feeling the stretch with every thrust that he took. Your back arched as the ridges of his cock brushed up against your walls, your cunt squeezing his cock completely. Moans escaped from your mouth as he continued with the harsh pace he was going at, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. "Do you moan for everybody you hate or just me?" He mused, his fingers digging deeper into your hips. "J-just you!" you spoke out, your hands coming up to the headboard as you gripped on. His mouth came to your breasts again, swirling your nipple with his tongue and pulling it with his teeth just the slightest bit.

"For someone who says that they hate me so much, you sure are moaning like a little slut for me," he retorted, a stupid smirk on his face as he brought your chin to look at him. You couldn't help but want to wipe that stupid look of his face, your hand making contact with his cheek as you slapped him. You expected more of a reaction out of him, but all he could do was laugh as the mark of your palm lingered onto his skin. "You're gonna regret that, sweet girl," he whispered, his cock pushing deeper into you as his thrusts sped up. His hand came up to your throat, restricting your airflow just by the right amount.

Your hands came down to his hair, gripping at the strands as he continued to fuck into you. As he thrusted into you, you felt him brush up against your g-spot resulting in a choked up moan erupting from your throat. "Right there! Right there, please don't stop," you didn't know what exactly you were babbling for at this point, only planning to keep him at the angle that he was going for. He chuckled at seeing your fucked out state, his fingers sure to leave bruises on your hips by tomorrow as he tightened his grip on them. His hips snapped up against your ass with every thrust, the room filling up with the combined sounds of your moans and the skin clapping.

His mouth replaced the hand on your neck, kissing the side of it before sucking on the skin. He was planning on leaving you marked up, claiming you as his despite the fact he knew that this wouldn't fix your relationship completely. He let out a small groan as your fingers dig deeper into his scalp, relishing in the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure. "That's it, good girl. Practically milking my cock with the way you're gripping around me," he mused, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as the two of you neared your orgasm. One of his hands came down from your hip to your clit, stimulating the nub to your liking. He rolled his thumb around it, drawing small circles.

"Please let me cum!" you pleaded, his mouth forming into a sadistic smirk while his hand worked on your clit. "I don't think so, you're gonna hold it for that little stunt you pulled. If you cum before I give you permission, just know that there'll be even bigger consequences," he responded, the circles on your clit starting to speed up to match the rhythm he was currently abusing your cunt in. Tears rolled down from your cheeks as you struggled to maintain your composure, feeling like a porcelain doll about to break at any second now. He wiped your tears away with his other hand, sticking his thumb in his mouth while your salty tears coated his tongue.

"Beg me for it and I might consider letting you cum," he spoke, your eyes watering the more that kept teasing you. "Please! I'll be good for you, I promise! Just let me cum!" You sounded pathetic even to yourself, but you couldn't think of anything more than the release he was withholding from you. "Alright, cum for me," he responded, keeping the same pace he'd been going at. Your head arched back as your mouth opened into a 'o' shape, indicating that your orgasm would be any second now. You clamped around him tightly, his cock barely moving inside of you with how hard you had a grip on him. Your arousal coated his cock as you unclenched, your slick coating the insides of your thighs and his.

Ropes of cum shot up inside your cunt a few more thrusts later, your head falling down on his shoulder as you started to come down from the euphoria of his orgasm. You didn't allow yourself to think about the fact that you were supposed to be hating him, simply just thinking about how warm his body felt while it was pressed against yours. You brushed a couple of strands away from his forehead, his cock softening up inside of you. He removed his cock from you slowly, getting up to use the bathroom and get a rag for you.

"So I went to our place back in Cairo, looking for a ring. You don't know anything about that by any chance?" He asked you, putting his pants back on as he was getting ready to leave. "Well I just thought that it would be rude to let it stay there," you responded, reaching over to your nightstand to return it to him. You extended your hand out to him, the ring resting on your palm but he shook his head. "Keep it. There's no one that ring belongs to more than you. Nobody can stand to you. I'll see you next time we have to work together," he told you, leaning over to press his lips on your forehead. All you could do is sit up in your bed and watch as he left, his kiss mark imprinting itself into your mind.

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ahegato · 7 days

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Hey ahegato! I hope you are well :) I've just discovered your account and I love your posts (especially the fill you up post and how they act around children which was so cute!!). I was wondering whether you could write about how the brothers and mains are like when its their first time with a female MC who had been a virgin?

I can't wait to read more of your posts!

author note: Oh my gosh, my first request, I’m so nervous and excited!! Pretty fitting that my first request is about something being the first time. I’m sooo sorry that it’s so late, I’ve been balls deep in other fandoms

SUPER IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: so I decided to do it like this, and I might keep doing that with all requests I receive: I’ll write for the characters requested, BUT I won’t post them all at the same time, or else you guys are gonna have to wait for like 84 years to get the finished product 😭

So instead I’ll post them all individually (UNLESS the headcanons are very short and don’t include fics) and just link the other ones in it when they get finished. that way you guys still get some kind of content every now and then!

[NSFW] Obey Me - fem!MC first time with Mammon

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TW: nsfw, first time sex, loss of virginity, swearing Characters: Mammoney Writer: ahegato

Context: The MC would probably be pretty nervous since it’s the first time and stuff like that. Idk I lost my virginity when I was like 17 and now I’m really old, so I barely remember it. I just recall worrying about the pain while also knowing it was common, that’s about it lol

You/your pronouns, so basically gender neutral, bUT MC will have female bits.

Anyway, have an awesome day (that’s an order) and I hope you enjoy it!

MAMMON:

turns out that “bad boy mammon” is actually super romantic

huh who knew? literally everyone in the whole devildom

if you weren’t aware of how much of a softie he is, you clearly missed him in the entire story

when he finds out you’re a virgin, he gets a little excited

he’s really going to be your first man, huh?

mammon is incredibly nervous about your first time together

but instead of freezing up and not daring to do anything *cough* levi *cough*, he instead just gets reallllllly sensitive to touch

give him a handjob or oral, he’ll tremble and moan like a pornstar

really just kiss him and he won’t know what to do with himself

he wants you to be in control of the pace to be extra safe, so he’ll ask you to be on top

also because it’s hot, but he won’t tell you that (you’ll figure it out eventually anyway)

you start with both of you sitting up and you on his lap

will at some point take one of your hands and refuse to let go

if you cry from the pain, he’ll instantly go into comfort mode

wrapping his arms around you and stroke your back, telling you that you’re doing great and to just wait for a bit longer

he gets extremely lovey dovey and emotional when he’s about to finish, it’s so obvious that he wouldn’t even have to say anything for you to notice, but he still will

even after finishing, he won’t let go of you

doesn’t matter if you’re all sticky from the sweat, you’re his and he’s yours now

might as well be glued together, because he sure is acting like that’s the case

he feels very embarrassed afterwards because he’s not used to being so vulnerable, so pls reassure him

As you finally sink down onto him, he lets out a long, breathy, high-pitched moan. His nails are pressing into your waist, not so hard to draw blood but enough to turn you on even more. The way you’re squeezing him while sitting on his lap, your hands on his shoulders to support yourself, is addictive. But despite that, what’s taking up the most space in his mind is the love he’s feeling for you, as cheesy as it sounds, and the intimate moment you’re experiencing together. He almost gets a little teary at the thought. However, he gets snapped out of it when you begin to move, lifting yourself off of him before sinking back down again, and he lets out a surprised groan. He looks down between your bodies, watching as his cock disappears into you, moaning at the sight. His hands on your waist travel down to your hips, assisting you in your movements. He never wants to let go of you, and he pulls you closer, leaning over to breathe in your scent, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. Mammon has no shame at this point, he’ll bare his neck for you to bite and suck on. If you don’t get the point he’ll literally beg for it, and if he walks out of there without even a single mark, he’ll whine like a baby. He wants physical proof that he’s yours and you’re his. If you let him mark you, he’ll moan long and high-pitched as he does it. If you mark him, he’s legit whimpering and twitching underneath you. He’s drowning in you, kissing any part of your body that he can reach, meeting your movements with his own, and sometimes just gazing at you with a look of pure love. “MC I... I love you... I love you so much...” he huffs, pulling you as close to him as possible. He looks you in the eyes, mere inches away from each other. “I...I’m about to cum...” As he finally gets pushed over the edge, he sinks you down onto his cock as far as he can, holding onto you tightly as he whimpers words of affection in your ear. Once he’s down from his high, the memories of what he said and did return to his brain, and he gets super flustered. “I-I did not just say all that, ya hear me? Don’t tell anyone!” he stutters, suddenly all worried about this so-called reputation. “Of course I won’t tell anyone! But you did say all that, and I loved it.” you reply with a smile. “Y-you did?” the demon asks, looking back at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Of course I did! I loved seeing this side of you, and I love you.” The blush on his cheeks intensifies, but the demon visibly relaxes, a smile forming on his face in return. He cuddles up to you, fully intending to hold you hostage in his bed for the rest of the night.

✦ 30/11/2023 (Im so sorry lmao) - 16/04/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

#headcanons #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #smut #mammon smut #mammoney #obey me #obey me shall we date

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starrylothcat · 10 months

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Quiet Love

Crosshair x Gender Neutral!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Crosshair pops the question 💍

Warnings: None? Feelings, some angst, sappiness. Softy soft Crosshair. Some kissy. Reader not described. AU Crosshair is on Pabu and wants to marry you. He deserves it. In the context of my fic a cycle = a year. 1200 words

Author’s Note: Idk I just have Crosshair feels. Song inspo when I was writing this: Eric’s Song by Vienna Teng 🫶

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also we need happier Crosshair gifs 😭😂

Strange how I fit into you // There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease // Strange how you fit into me // A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

The sun was sinking below the horizon, scattering magnificent hues of purples, pinks, and reds over the ocean. A slight breeze carried the smell of salty air and distant rain. Puffy thunderheads were forming high in the atmosphere, promising tropical showers.

You and Crosshair were sitting quietly, watching the sun disappear as stars blinked into existence above.

You were good at this, embracing stillness, savoring one another’s quiet presence.

After so long being at war, living in a Galaxy that was torn apart and was still being pieced back together, quiet is now calm.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

Four cycles have passed since you first saw Crosshair on the island.

Four cycles of being drawn to one another by an invisible force, filling the holes in your hearts that you never thought would close. Finding solace in one another’s company, finding forgiveness where you thought there was none.

He was afraid at first, when he realized his feelings for you. Frightened if he let you get close, his darkness and fears would spread like a disease and corrupt you. He was a broken man, his past still weighing heavy on his soul, even after the forgiveness of his family.

Slowly, the gracious and patient light that radiated from you burned through his shadows and he let you in. You both tread carefully at first, but as time went on, and more of his walls came down, the more he let himself fall for you.

Your love was a quiet one, but it was strong. It didn’t need to be loud.

Whether it was his hand on the small of your back when you were in public, or having a cup of caf ready for you in the morning exactly how you liked. How he’d worship your body behind closed doors, confessing his desires and need for you, quiet admissions from his heart, trusting you with his most vulnerable self.

Crosshair felt at his pocket as you sat, you not noticing as you watched the sunset. A ring was hidden in his pocket, something that he’s had for some time.

You held his heart and entire being in your hands. He knew you didn’t need a ring from him to realize his devotion to you. He didn’t either.

But you were willing to accept and help heal the heavy burden that was his heart and his love.

It was all he could do to let you know that you were his forever.

If you said yes.

A dark part of him wondered if this was all a dream, too good to be true. How could someone want to be with him, after all that he’s done? He wasn’t the best with words, but he was trying. He hoped it was enough.

You felt Crosshair’s arm snake around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him. He usually saved acts of affection like this when you were truly alone, but the veranda you had found was tucked away. You wouldn’t be bothered any time soon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your shoulders pressed together, the sun slowly fading in the distance. You looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s beautiful.” You uttered, bringing your hand over his that was draped over your shoulder.

“Hm.” Crosshair grunted in agreement, glancing down at you, the dimming sunlight casting a warm glow over your skin. You brushed your lips against his, content in this moment. Crosshair accepted your kiss, deepening it by leaning more toward you.

His hand that was free secretly slipped down to his side to his pocket. You didn’t notice what he was doing, too lost in his kiss. Crosshair pulled away from you, knowing it was now or never. His arm left your shoulder, leaning away from you slightly. That’s when you noticed he was holding something out to you in his hand.

You stared, taking a moment to realize what he was holding. It was small and shiny. You focused your eyes and realized it was a ring.

You gawked, trying to process what he was offering to you, and why.

The gears turned in your head, your mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words.

Was he…was this?

“C-Crosshair?” You whispered, your voice shaking, looking between him and the ring. “What…what is this?”

He didn’t say anything as you continued to gaze at the ring, not wanting to misinterpret the gesture.

“I’m not getting down on one knee if that’s what you’re expecting.” He grumbled, shifting in his seated position, waiting for your answer.

Tears filled the sides of your eyes, his words solidifying exactly what he was asking you.

And he was doing it in the most Crosshair way possible.

“Crosshair, are you asking me to marry you?” Your voice was hoarse, your heart pounding in your chest.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, yet his expression was soft.

“Yes, why else would I be giving this to you?”

He held the ring out further, gesturing for you to take it.

You gently took the ring from his hands, turning it in your fingers.

Embedded in the band was a jewel in your favorite color, catching the light of the setting sun.

“How long have you…?”

“Are you saying yes or not?”

You looked at him, seeing him intensely waiting, his eyes locked on yours. Was there a hint of nervousness deep in his eyes?

You gripped the ring in your hand, knowing your answer without a second thought. You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him into a flaming kiss.

“Yes! Crosshair, yes!” You gasped against his lips as his moved just as passionately against yours. You could swear you felt a weight lift off his shoulders, his body relaxing.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you kissed, his arms wrapping around you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away after what seemed like hours, realizing you were still grasping the ring in your hand.

“I love you.” You whispered as your lips left his. He squeezed you tighter. “I know.” You released him from your embrace, looking at the ring again in your hand, and looking back at him. You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face, though tears were still wetting your cheeks.

“Don’t get sappy on me.” He whispered, bringing a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

You huffed, grinning. “You’re calling me sappy?”

Crosshair chuckled, a rare small smile gracing his face, his sharp features softening momentarily.

“Well, are you going to put it on me properly?” You asked. Crosshair’s smile turned signature sly smirk as he took the ring from you.

With a gentleness only he could show you, Crosshair took your hand, sliding the ring on your finger.

It fit perfectly.

“Does anyone know?” You wondered, admiring how it looked, happiness flooding your entire being.

“Wrecker knows. Which means everyone does since he can’t keep a secret.”

You laughed as you leaned against him, both of you looking back at the sky, the sun now almost completely set. You placed your newly ringed hand on his thigh, his own hand covering yours.

You continued to sit silently, the last rays of light fading beyond the horizon. Nothing more needed to be said.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

@wanderer-six @pb-jellybeans

#Crosshair #crosshair tbb #crosshair x reader #crosshair tbb x reader #crosshair x you #starrycatwrites #the bad batch #The bad batch x reader #The bad batch fanfiction

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jadedrrose · 9 months

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WOW!! im that anon that got rambly and wrote rhat lil thing im glad u liked it that much!! maybe ill post future ones since i have lots of wips and. ill just do that since its also easier to read instead of yknow reading it from an ask lolol - also i hope ur doin good!! (btw ofc your works are DELICIOUS too i love everything u make 😭😭 especially ur law works cause... u write him so well,, waiting on the next part of silent reaver no pressure tho!!)

but uhmm,, about virgin law,, (all the other asks have been amazing so far btw 😤😤) idk if u accept doubles,, but feelin really soft and giddy today so this is more fluffy than smutty- what if soft and tender aftercare,,, warm, lovely, sweet cuddles,,, he looks at u like a little puppy with a cute tiny smile after ur both done and awkwardly requests "uhm... c- can I hug you?" laying there on his side, looking at u with the most vulnerable eyes u've ever seen and he just, looks so adorable like. must hold and pamper him with kisses and praises, must tell how much u love him. mustn't let him go. (I WANNA BITE HIM AND TEAR HIM TO SHREDS affectionately must cuddle AGGRESSIVELY)

Ok so like I said earlier I’d get to answering this!! And Ik nobody else saw it from the ask I posted but your blog theme is so cute!!!! Please post whatever other Law stuff you got bc that other one was SO good!!! <3 Anyway… here’s a lil scenario for this:

Warnings: kinda short but still sweet, a little nsfw but it’s really just them cuddling and being in love. Implied(?) afab reader

The room is hot, air thick after all the things that had just occurred within it. Law’s mind feels clouded, and yet so clear at the same time- he’s completely blown away by the events from just moments ago.

You’re laid against the soft sheets of his bed, naked body glistening under the dim lights. There’s a satisfied smile on your lips, and you look very content. Your legs are barely spread apart, but it’s enough for Law to catch a glimpse of his cum pooling out from you. A mess he’d have to clean soon.

His body is exhausted and numb, you taking his virginity having done a toll on him physically. But contrary, his mind is entirely awake, buzzing with thoughts about how good you felt, how beautiful you looked, and how pretty the noises you’d made -because of him- sounded.

You look so peaceful, and yet, something about your body language indicates you’re wanting something more from Law. He’s never had to perform aftercare before, so Law’s unsure of where to start. But he figures, a hug can’t be a bad place to start with, right?

“Y/n…?”

Your eyes flutter open, and he loves the way you gaze at him just now. “Yes, Law?”

“Can I… h-hug you?” He asks, meekly.

You giggle, shuffling yourself closer to your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss Law and run a soft hand over his back, soothingly. “Course you can. You don’t even need to ask, baby.”

He nuzzles his face into your neck, goatee brushing against the skin of your shoulder. It’s a pleasant feeling, your body tingling with want once again. Though, you’re too tired to go for a round two, you think.

Law’s arms slither around your body, hugging your waist and pulling you closer to him. He inhales your scent, still able to smell the lingering scent of sex. But then there’s just you, and Law can’t get enough of that.

“I love you,” he whispers, voice small and muffled against the skin of your bare shoulder.

“I love you too, Law,” you tell him, moving the hand that had been on his back tattoo up to his soft raven hair, fingers playing with the locks to soothe him.

Something about the way your bare body is flush against his, still warm from the physical activities, sweat lingering on the both of you. Your plushy chest pushed into his tattooed one, your soft legs wrapping around his long legs, the way he can feel your lips smiling against his upper neck. Law’s completely and utterly obsessed, loving this feeling despite being so tired. Though the doctor in him wants to get up and clean, take care of you and perhaps take a shower even, Law can’t bring himself to disrupt this moment between you and him, wanting to stay here in your loving embrace forever.

The cleaning part of the aftercare can wait until morning, can’t it?

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #law x reader smut #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #trafalgar d water law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law x reader #virgin law hcs #law thoughts nsft

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princessbiteme0o0 · 2 months

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YOUR LAST POST IM 🥵

Idk if you write for Ted but if you do I’d love to see something like your last post but for him

Huge fan by the way, your work is amazing ❤️

sorry if this made no sense it’s late …

Aksjdiebehkcodj thank you Nonny 😭😭 I love writing for this fandom because everyone is just so absolutely amazing.

@writingduhh I knew I had some of this in my drafts, you’re welcome 💅🏻

AND OFC I WILL WRITE FOR TEDDY. HE DOES NOT HAVE ENOUGH APPRECIATION IN THE FAN FIC WORLD I STG.

MINORS DNI. SMUTTY SMUT SMUT.

I personally imagine that Ted would be kinda similar to Schlatt, but I feel like Ted would be so much more of a tease. Little ghosting touches here, firm little grabs there. And I stg I’m convinced that Ted is a natural flirt. I could also see Ted having a Daddy kink, but I feel like he’d be more of a switch. Hearing him call Marceline ‘Mommy’ omfL. Ted, our sweet Ted, if I could see him doing anything, I could see him being so kind and sweet and giving, except in bed.

NSFW

I could totally imagine Ted having a thing for orgasm denial. I feel like he’d be so sweet and the second you became eager enough for him, he would just wrap a hand around your throat and whisper, ‘Did I say you could cum yet?’ Or ‘Aww look how sweet and pathetic you look’ or my personal favorite- if he’s fucking you in front of a mirror, he just grips your chin and forces you to look up at yourself, ‘Look how easily you cave for me, you’re mine and you’ve always been mine.’ I do truly feel like he’d never do anything to hurt you.

ON THE FLIP SIDE-

I could toooooooooooooooootally see this mans having a mommy kink. The voice he does sometimes? The traits he exhibits from time to time? I imagine it would slip at the point when he feels the most vulnerable. He’d be all tied up underneath you, or even if he was just exposed. He’d look up at you with teary eyes, unable to take the teasing anymore, ‘I- I can’t take it anymore- oh- oh fuck, Mommy-‘ I feel like his demeanor would crack when he let it slip, a few tears of fear slipping from his eyes, but when you cup his cheeks and kiss away his tears and whisper to him, ‘You Mommy’s good boy, Teddy?’ He’d just melt in your arms.

#ted nivison smut #ted nivison x reader

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nadvs · 1 month

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I’ve seen a bit of mixed opinions about how exactly Rafe would be in a relationship, some write him as just plain abusive and cruel while others characterize him as a alpha male hellbent on being the provider and very dominant instead of (mentally, emotionally) abusive. And because I love your characterization of Rafe and how you write him in relationships, I’m so curious to see what’s your take on him with a gf, canon and/or headcanon.

I also know that things like this are often up for interpretation when it comes to the writer and whatever their choice is for the creative direction they want to go in but still 😭. Like I’ve fell in love with Rafe being soft to and for his significant other and not downright abusing her.

aw thank you so so much 💘 i may have accidentally written another very long-winded character analysis…

so 100% like you said, every writer has the control to interpret him differently and they’re all valid - that’s part of the reason there are so many rafe fics that i adore. there are so so so many good approaches to his character

i can definitely see rafe being abusive and controlling. he carries the trauma and self-loathing that would make him behave like that. i mean lbr babygirl is a murderer and has physically harmed people 👀 so i can imagine him treating someone he’s supposed to love very poorly. i understand the angle that fic writers take that he doesn’t know how to show love or take love or even feel love because of who he is, so it makes him cruel and domineering - BUT i think he can be crass and violent and deranged due to nurture and not nature, which is why i think he has a side to him we don’t often see

he carries a tragic amount of trauma. he struggles with addiction. he feels remorse for his actions. he cries for help from his dad and gets told to toughen up. he fears losing control of his intrusive thoughts and that they’ll lead him to do things he shouldn’t do. he has terrible mental health. and it’s all from his upbringing and the way his father dismisses him and punishes him for having feelings. he wants to get better and he just needs someone to believe in him (see this edit that owns me) idk i like to think when rafe is given the opportunity to love, he can and he does :( that’s why i rly enjoy writing him as being a bit more tender

ngl i hate ward but he ATE when he said “the devil’s got you” lol because it’s rafe through and through. he’s not evil itself; evil finds him and he’s crap at fighting it

OK SORRY to actually answer your question about how i think rafe is as a boyfriend - it would feel like i’m diverting from canon too much if i wrote him as a total sweetheart. imo he’d have toxic traits like jealousy and possessiveness in a relationship. i can see him being controlling and overbearing and bossy and short-tempered, too. but i think in the snippets we’ve seen with him and sofia, he also can be playful and flirty and sweet and actually calm

i see him with an anxious attachment style - clingy, hypervigilant, jealous and deep down, always expecting for his fear that he’s not truly loved for who he is to come true. he is insecure as hell

i also think his love language is physical touch. i’m biased bc i write so much smut lmao but i think his favorite (and maybe at times, only) way to give and show love is through intimacy. and lowkey i think he would have a praise kink because he wants to be reminded of how much his girl loves him hehe

imo rafe is the type of character that can be soft - he just needs to feel safe to do so. he requires extra care and unconditional love. he needs to feel like no matter what he does, he’s special to his girl. i think there’s an inner child in him that needs to feel like he’s valued just the way he is and doesn’t have to prove anything to be loved

rafe does not like himself, let alone love himself. he literally tells himself, sobbing, in a quiet and vulnerable and solitary moment, that he sucks. his self-loathing makes him treat others very badly, but i think in the right setting with the right person, he wants to give and receive love. he just doesn’t always know how to do it

#ask #DAMN MY ANSWER GOT LONG SORRY ANON

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ccuniculusmolestus · 2 months

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Greek Class Playing Among Us

I recently played amongus with my friends and there was a lot of chaos so, idk this is inspired by that LOL

When Imposter;

Henry is not a good imposter per se, because he always kills Bunny. Whenever Bunny dies first there's a 50% chance Henry is the imposter. (Also nobody knows but he does an evil little chuckle whenever he kills Bunny cuz he just knows bun is screaming and coping and seething). When both of them are imposters together, Bunny is always elated but they don't win many rounds together.... When Henry tries and plays seriously, which is rare, he's actually pretty good. He's always got alibis that can be checked out and he loves singling the crewmates out and then taking them out.

Bunny is, surprisingly, not half bad. Sometimes he makes it too obvious (he has his bad days, bad plays) when he's particularly mad at someone or if he beefs with someone in the game who happens to be crewmate, he'll go and kill them first thing after the round starts 😭 He's an impulsive player, and also, he sticks to Henry to have an 'alibi' but Henry always snitches on him when there's discrepancies :( Also, if its proximity chat, the others always kinda know if Bunny is closeby because he's never quiet. If its like a discord call he has to be kicked out of VC cuz he wont leave the chat if he's killed or ejected

Richard usually tries to do those elaborate 9000 IQ gameplays, so he works closely with the other imposter and does less of the killing and more of the separating/luring crewmates away and creating confusion. When Henry is the other imposter it goes really smoothly.

Camilla never kills Charles, and vice versa, and even if one of them is the imposter and the other is a crewmate, they stick together and the crewmate wont snitch on the killer even if they saw them kill 😭 Of course they don't always do that cuz the play would be too predictable (and there are days where they dont like each other bcs of sibling things), but Camilla is a more casual, less revenge focused player.

Francis is the WORST imposter. His kills are always so frenzied that usually he gets caught in the act, most often after just the first or second kill 😭😭 Also he panic vents and its happened where he accidentally popped out of the vent in front of Bunny. ("HE VENTED HE VENTED" but nobody belueved Buny (they knew it was francis but they didnt wanna end game just yet) and then bunny died :( ) . More often than not everyone just lets francis play out the imposter round even tho they know hes the killer LMFAO. Francis also doesnt make a good partner for impostering because he keeps messing with the reactor and lights and closes doors haphazardly (locks his own teammate in vulnerable positions).

When Crewmate;

Henry is a good crewmate. He doesn't particularly care about solving the mystery, he just wants his tasks done. He despises when others (coughBunnycough) just stand around and talk and waste time. He's the first one to complete all tasks. He does take longe than average to complete tasks because hes so fucking slow at it. Card swipe is his nightmare. Also, he's been sussed as imposter wrongfully bcs he took too long on some tasks in the start :(

Bunny is a dedicated crewmate but hes not so good for one main reason: he will do EVERYTHING but the tasks. He goes into his boy detective mode and tries to sus the imposters (Bunny is actually very good at sussing people correctly 😭😭 'imposters HATE him' head ahh) because he grills the suspects with questions and also he follows everyone around and keeps an eye on them (henry especially :( ) . Usually Bunny manages to correctly guess the imp and crewmates win if hes on their side, IF he isnt murdered by the imp beforehand

Richard usually accompanies Francis around. They run around doing their tasks together and also he likes watching the cameras when he's crewmate. Usually he evades being killed till the very last crewmate bcs he's kind of the 'unseen' member of the game 😭😭bro is lowkey unimportant (joking)

Camilla loves the asteroids task, and the med task. She finishes her tasks and then roams around on her own. Imagine everyone's screaming in reactor and running around and theres chaos and she'll be on the other side of the map chilling. Thats why shes sometimes wrongfully sussed because she's not at the scene of the crime when everyone else is there.

Charles is a helpful crewmate. He helps Bunny sometimes in cracking the case and also if Bunny dies by Henry's hand he is particularly adamant about SOMEONE avenging him and usually its charles LOL. Charles also calls meetings when necessary.

Francis likes being crewmate. It's less anxiety, he can just walk around and do stuff. His favorite task is also medbay and he feels safest in that area. But also, he's kind of useless because he never remembers colors or names so even if he was witness to smthn important he wont remember who did what (me core) so imposters usually take advantage of that

#helpp this was an old draft #i wanna play amogus again :(#bunny has intense gamer rrage moments and btw they make henry laugh (secretly)#winterbunny in amogus is so :3 coded #i love u #the secret history #bunny corcoran #tsh #henry winter #tsh donna tartt #winterbunny #francis abernathy #richard papen #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay

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stvrn-tr1ps · 28 days

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DADDY’S HERE

pairing: cg!chris x little!fem/gender neutral reader

warnings: anxiety, pet names (princess, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc.) not proofread!! lowercase intended.

summary: y/n has been resisting slipping all day but then chris reassures her that its okay

pink = reader / y/n

orange = chris

y/ns pov: when chris found out about my age regression he was honestly confused but once i told him more about my little and little space in general he seemed intrigued. i had never really slipped in front of him because little space was my most vulnerable state. but that all about to change. today me and chris had a bunch of errands to run. i was anxious from the start this morning. while i was getting ready i was picking at my nails and bouncing leg. i just didn’t think i was gonna have a good day.

chris’ pov: as soon as a i picked up my girlfriend, y/n, she seemed off. anxious or nervous is my guess but i don’t know whats wrong. maybe she was nervous we had to go into so many public places today. she wasn’t always the best when it came to those. “hi baby!” i said as she got into the car. “hey” was what she replied with while her shoulders slumped against the car seat. “sweetheart whats wrong?” i asked concerned. she just shook her head signaling she either didn’t wanna talk right now or that nothings was wrong. i sighed and rested my hand on her thigh.

we were walking around target wich was our third store of the day and y/n had a firm grip in my hand the whole time, i swear she never left my side. i stopped shopping for a second and knelt down to her level. “sweet girl i need you to talk to me.” as soon as i finished my sentence she flung her arms around my neck and started to sob into my chest. i took this as a signal to pick her up, so i did. i abandoned our cart and carried her out to the car. “sweetheart 4 in 4 out breath with me” she listened and finally her loud crys subsided into sniffles and hiccups. “okay baby youve been upset all day whats wrong?” she looked up at me with sad eyes “i’ve been anxious all day and normally when im anxious i slip and i scared for you too see me slip.” she admitted. i looked at her with a sad smile. “oh pretty girl i don’t care if you slip, thats what daddy’s here for” a small smile crossed her lips “really?” she asked. “really.” i guess that sent her strait into her little mindset shes been resisting all day. “i love you daddy.” i smiled down at my sweet baby, “i love you too princess”

AN : umm idk if i like it😋. nick fic coming possibly tomorrow or the next day. someone suggested this but idk who😭😭.

taglist: @blahbel668

#nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo fanfic #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo age regression #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #nicolas antonio sturniolo

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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idk why but I would love to see Eren, Connie, Jean, etc. working as security guards lmao! I just feel like they would be very unserious.

girl?!?!?! you already know the diabolically STEWPID shit they’d get up to 😭😭

the three of them would be the late night shifters so most the stuff they get up to would take up most of their time

have a feeling theyd be security guards for like a hotel or something so a job where most people aren’t disturbing them at that time of night

but man the antics theyd get up to?? so bold in how theyd hop into the kitchen and start cooking up a storm with the continental breakfast that’s for the customers in the morning

frying up about 5 sausages, bacon and eggs each 😭😭 drinking up all the cereal and milk whilst they play loud drill via connie’s phone in an empty cup for a speaker

since theres barely any trouble around that time, they’d watch F1 and UFC matches on the display tv in the reception area — feet kicked up on the desk as they gamble and make bets between each other

there’d only be two hotel staff onsight and most of the time hotel night workers are getting linen and press ready for the morning and working on imports, so if theres trouble within the hotel, they’re first port of call

and ofc sometimes people be smoking up in the rooms and doing things against the rules and theyd have to sort it out — and they always take that job SO seriously 😭😭

“hey, guys?”

the soft voice of the team member petra called out towards the three men who were loitering by the reception.

turning round with his thumbs round his belt loops, connie nodded upwards at her

“yo, wassup?”

shifting her weight from foot to foot, the ginger haired girl looked nervous as she said her next words

“uhm… someones smoking in room 312. i knocked for them to open up so, so that they…so i could tell them to stop but they didn’t—”

eren cuts in to put his hand up in petra’s face, his expression serious.

“don’t worry. we’re on it.” turning round to jean, eren throws him his lighter. “which plan we doing tonight?”

jean catches erens lighter with one hand whilst he places down his plate of food with the other.

“they sound hostile so maybe C. although let’s try A2 first, just to avoid filling out any risk assessment sheets.”

these men would purposely intimidate anyone who tried this shit. they’d ask the hotel staff to ring up the name of the individual who booked the rooms, they’d put their walkie talkies on loud so they could sound like cops communicating to each other — gosh they’d even rapt the doors with their knuckles, ears to the wood, and put on fake authoritarian tones

theyd definitely play good cop bad cop whilst the other confiscates shit off them, pretending to be on their side

“look if you just give me the roll ups, ill tell the staff not to put a flag under your account name, alright?”

they dont give two DAMNS about that shit, they just see it as a way to get free cigarettes/weed/poppers

although all three of them are still great guys to have as security staff! if there’s anyone in a vulnerable position that runs to them for help, they’re on it!

working in a hotel means they see a lot of people coerced into rooms and situations they either dont want to be in or not in the right mind to be in

even tho they like to play cop, when the actual cops come, they make sure they protect those who are the victim in the situation or the ones who didn’t instigate

“so you didn’t see the person who totalled the car come this way?”

connie juts his bottom lip out as he shakes his head

“nah man. as i said, i heard a loud screech, ran outside to check, saw a turned over car, but when i checked the car? nobody.”

the cop eyes connie up and down before scribbling in his notepad.

“alright, if you say so.” he pockets the book in his back pocket. “but if you see anything, you’ll say right?”

“of course officer! totally officer!” he lies

little did he know, jean was attending to the light wounds of the woman behind the desk of the reception whilst eren was using her phone to call her sister to come pick her up

all in all, theyd still do their job to the standard they should!!

they definitely conspire with each other beforehand when they each log in their timetable dates so they can be on the same shift

but theyre good pals regardless and even if its just two of them on a shift its still a vibe lool

#connie springer #eren jeager #jean krischtein #aot imagine #attak on titan #attack on titan eren #attack on titan jean #attack on titan connie

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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Hiiii! I’m new to your blog and I love it so much and usually I do not like yandere stuff but smth abt ur writing is just so insane it’s good 😭 (like Mikey pulling a gun out to a one year old abt to kill it…who does that?! 😨 ) so I was wondering if maybe you could do like a soft yandere Mikey ? (Idk if I even is a thing/makes sense) but like yk like he doesn’t want to hurt u but he kills ppl who look at u in a way he doesn’t like? And he doesn’t let u out of his sight? But he doesn’t hurt u 👩‍🌾 idk if that makes sense but then the readers just sweet and kinda oblivious so she just goes with it and thinks it’s cute how much he loves her? Maybe some guys were staring at her on a date and he does something bad 💁‍♀️ ahhh I’m sorry I’m half asleep and this makes no sense but I hope ur well!!! (And ofc don’t feel pressured to do this) take care!!!! 💗

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

"Like who pulls a gun on a 1 year old" Literally my yandere bonten Mikey would- I once read a Bonten fic where he's so insane, like so out of it and I've adopted that behavior for when he gets angry.

But yes I understand what you mean by soft headcanons XD I dunno which Mikey you meant so I'll do Kanto Manji Mikey since I haven't written for him yet.

Yes you do have a better chance with him if you don't know who he is. Even if you did it's best you ignore it and act how you'd normally act with a friend.

It's like a small light finally lit up in Mikey's dark world.

He seems, and is, really harsh towards everyone, barely talking unless it's about business or he needs to explain something.

Yet when it comes to you Mikey could listen you chatting up a storm or simply sitting down next to him and just standing there.

I don't think Kanto Mikey is very forward with physical affection unlike his other versions, but when you initiate it first he'll never let go.

Always hiding his face either on your hair, neck or shoulder.

"[Y/N], you smell so nice... I didn't say that for you to tell me your shampoo... Is it alright if I stay like this for a while? I'm really tired..."

And you allow it. You have this man's heart squeezing and pulsing from happiness- you literally have his vulnerable already broken heart in your hand and you're unconsciously fixing it.

Then you start giving kisses and he just MELTS.

The first kiss Mikey just stared at you in shock. The second kiss he started blushing a lot. And by the third kiss he was the on basically suffocating you with a hug and placing kisses all over your face and neck.

Believe it or not Mikey's favorite time consists of him cuddling you and falling asleep, because he feels at peace in your presence, like all of his problems are gone.

And he feels guilty about how possessive he feels over you.

"I love you so much darling... Please never leave me... You won't leave me right?"

You reassured him with such a sweet smile while kissing his forehead.

And Mikey broke. Mumbling how much he wants to lock you away so no harm would come to you. Yet you again giggled and said it's okay, he was there to protect you so it wasn't a need.

Hook, line and sinker.

Now all someone needs to do is tell Mikey that you had came to see him and he'd literally drop anything he was doing and go to you, such a soft side.

"Angel, you should've told me you'd come over, I would have came to pick you up... A surprise? You're so sweet~"

And here comes the problem. You're Mikey's pretty little lover so obviously you'd be targeted by other gangs.

And Mikey will be damned before he let's any harm come to you- in fact, no, instead he'll damn anyone who hurt you to hell instead.

Mikey personally would execute anyone who even harms a strand of your hair, who mutters anything other than praise about your existence, who gazes at you for too long despite him being there.

Sure, anyone and everyone can have Mikey at attention by saying your name, but only his men come out unharmed because they either announce your presence or tell Mikey the usual report about what you did and where you went that day when Mikey couldn't be with you.

Anyone else will be met with a fist to their face... And another... And another until they're a South kinnie-

Whenever someone interrupts your dates by even as much as making a comment about you Mikey probably orders Sanzu to take you away until he deals with whatever unworthy being dared to utter your name with their dirty mouth.

And after he's done Mikey will immediately go back to you and give you a hug.

"I got tired, please make me feel better [Y/N]~"

And of course like the pretty doll you are you agree, cleaning the blood from him, giving him a hug, placing soft him kisses on his knuckles and forehead. Leaving Mikey a mess unknowingly.

You're always his priority no matter what, whenever he visits he always makes sure to bring a few gifts. Whenever you vist he interupts whatever meet up they had, sits you on his lap and cuddles until you have to leave. Yes everyone is forced to watch the sweet couple act.

Mikey sometimes says things that seem strange. Like confessing how he WILL kill anyone who tries to take you away, yet you just happily giggle and cup his face.

"You must really love me if you're willing to go that far, but don't do it okay? I don't want you to be sent to jail."

"Yes, yes I love you that much... And okay, I wouldn't want to be separated from you either."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere kanto mikey #soft yandere headcanons

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g0bble · 1 year

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Don’t know || simon riley x you

mentions; plot , smut.

a/n: this is my first smut or thing i’ve written in general 😭, pls fucking bare with me idk what i’m doing i just love the thought of ghost fucking me. so i’d thought why not join in on the writing :p.

this was very briefly proof read.

ignoring ghost the whole day even though it seemed like a decade for him pissed him off entirely. you liked playing with him, playing with the little emotions he had to hopefully spark the dominance out of him. there was no specific reason as to why you wanted to play with him today, but you sure wouldn’t stop.

on the training field you felt his eyes pierce your back every minute possible, tf141 were in duos today, you picked soap although your usual partner is the one and only ghost. if that wasn’t the first thing that pissed him off, seeing you straddle soap whenever you tackled him definitely was. you two giggling was the sound to prison, he was gonna kill someone.

“You can’t fucking do that y/n,” Soap says laughing as he try’s to block your attacks going for his face. laughing you continuously go for him, you kneeled his crotch area applying pressure in the area that was his most vulnerable sanctuary. making him wince in pain and pleasure.

“You’re just too slow~” You sing to him, before roughly meeting the ground, face first. your arms fly to your back by soap’s great strength. holding your arms in place with one hand, his other comes to gather your hair in one strong pull.

“Ouch you fuck arse,” y/n says. hissing at the pulling of your hair.

“Sometimes people who don’t listen need a reason to,” soap leans into your ear to whisper, “isn’t that right darling?”

accepting your defeat for this round you shrug him off, regaining your stance you wait for him to get into a ready position. once he was ready you both waited for the whistle signalling for all duos to start. the whistle went off and you wasted no time in launching another attack at soap, but before you could touch him a hand comes to cup your fist, engulfing the entirety of your hand.

you stopped quickly, wondering why you were blocked. seeing who belonged to the mysterious hand you nearly forgot what your main objective was.

“Aye, what’s wrong?” soap asks ghost but he doesn’t take his eyes off me, instead his eyes never leave mine despite soap asking a question.

“I need to take the lady to captain price, emergency.” Is all he says, not even looking at poor soap. he flicks his head to the side as an indication for you to follow him, two of his hands grip the sides of his vests and he walks off. you gave soap a curious look and shrugged your shoulders earning the same from him.

you began to walk, looking at how ghost walks as if he owns the place. you look around at the duos and notice price is sparring with his partner, your eyebrows furrowed together as you recall ghost mentioning price needing you.

“I need to go to price right?” you ask ghost and he hums in agreement.

“but he’s back there” and he hums again.

he walks through the doors first, holding the door for you to let you in. you’re wondering where he’s taking you if price is back on the field. you both walk into a secluded room that was further away from the main doors. at the back.

“okay so what’s happening,” you ask

“you, is what’s happening. si’down,” he gestured to take a seat at the desks that was smack bam in the middle of the room. the room was fairly dark and sounded as if it was sound proof. only the seat you occupied and silver table was in the room. odd.

he leaned on the wall crossing his arms together as he lays his head back. eyes still on you devouring you through the holes in his mask. you wanted to act like none of this would’ve happened if you had just interacted with him through the day but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting a bit excited.

“yes?” you ask him, leaning back in your chair crossing one leg over the other. an innocent smile displaying on your face hoping ghost will come and wipe it off soon.

“don’t fucking yes me cunt,” to say you weren’t a tad wet by now was a definite lie and you’d be sent to hell for lying or ignoring ghost.

“can’t believe i just let you basically fuck soap infront of me,” ghost said walking closer, taking long yet slow strides towards your shivering figure.

“i bet you’d like to watch me though, am i right?” thighs clenching at your boldness. oh you were in for it, and you couldn’t wait.

he kneeled in front of you, sitting on the back of his heels. his legs spread widely. he looked up to you, cocking his head to the side.

“the only thing i like watching is this cock fucking the pussy that belongs to me,” you instantly caught butterflies in your stomach, your mouth hung open not knowing what to say.

“now tell me what i did to deserve your silent treatment, hm?” he said, softly grabbing the back of your calves and spreading your legs apart, reaching under your thighs to lift you up and switch positions. you’re now straddling him as he sits, manspreading.

“just a little fun that’s all,” you say, licking your lips as you stare at his eyes. “and maybe a lil teasing? i don’t know,”

“oh? you don’t know why?”

you hum in response. seeing his frustration rise a little you giggle to yourself.

“oh you’re so fucking annoying i just wanna fuck that shit outta you,” ghost says, gripping the fat of your ass. letting his hands mindless roam on it, his mind is slowly getting clouded by the thought of fucking you on his lap right there.

one hand snakes up against your side to hold your neck tightly, sliding his hand up and down your neck, you pulsate at his tight grasp around you. “do you want me to help you remember?”

you smirk, your hand goes to glide along his chest, down his stomach and finally meeting the spot you hope to fill you soon. groping him through his pants he slaps your hand away.

“fuck off, you don’t know how difficult it was to train without seeing you on top of soap like that,” if he didn’t feel you partially riding him before he could definitely feel you now. “i wanted to do horrible things to him, and even worse to you,” he whispers in your ear, cupping your heat with his hand through your cargos. you hiss at the subtle contact, although you wanted more.

your hand wraps around his, pushing his hand hard against your pussy to find any pleasure. the thickness of your pants prevents from even the littlest of touch to be felt. you arch your back a little in hopes to feel something, and you do. your stomach curling at the famous feeling you two always bring for each other. he laughs lowly, looking at how desperate you are to feel him.

“you’re such a stupid cunt, y’know?” he says enjoying the little performance you’re putting on before him. he tugs his hand away from you and travels it back to your ass, leaving jt lay there for the time being.

“i am? i didn’t know that,” you sulk at the loss of contact, relying on little friction between both of your precious parts. “if you fuck me good then maybe i’ll know how much i’m a stupid cunt,” you moan in his ear as he rocks his hips up against you, you felt how hard he was. you’d feel better if he felt how wet you are for him.

“fuck sakes,” he storms up with you still in his arms, he slams you onto the table with your legs still wrapped around him. he softly jerks his hips into you. “i’ll fuck you alright”

you’re so damn excited that you might pass out from the excitement. you can’t wait to see his reaction of you being so fucking wet for him. you can feel the fabric of your panties stick to you. he tugs lightly at the waistband of your pants, you lift your hips up a bit for him to swiftly take it off you. he takes your boots off your pants following behind, he lifts you by the behinds of your knees.

you bite your bottom lip, analysing the lust that overpowers in his eyes. you can barely see him gulp on his mask as he looks so fixated on you. you wiggle your hips to tell him to hurry up making him slap the side of your thigh.

“just fucking wait,” slowing pulling your panties off, his eyes staring at the way it sticks to your pussy before fully coming off, “so sick of you,” he feels him self painfully harden even more.

“no you’re not baby, you’re just sick of seeing soap get more pussy than you,” your hand snakes to your sensitive clit and starts rubbing circles on it, for a moment he pauses, lust and rage now fills his eyes. you face is smug, and you know what you just said pissed him off, to what extent? planet mars.

you were testing his patience and it worked because the sudden contact on your neck made you gasp as if you took your last breathe. with his other hand he slapped the hand that was working at your clit away and replaced it with two of his own. pressing down hard on your clit he slowly made his way to your hole and inserted it roughly. you moaned as if you were acting on pornhub, he filled you right up that the stretch felt so good.

“oh fuck, that’s good,” you moaned loudly, squirming on the table like the little girl you were. begging wasn’t your forte but with work being so busy and you barely getting any dick you were in heat. “i missed you fucking me simon,”

with that as motivation he thrusted his fingers ever so slowly, listening to the lewd sounds played from your pussy. he watched as your juices lathered his fingers quite quickly. he watched as it got so wet that it made his work easier, adding another finger he started picking up his pace.

“you miss fucking me huh? seems like you get another dick around here,” roughly fingering your hole, almost murdering the poor thing. it wasn’t the pace that he was going at it was the way he would thrust his fingers in that his palm would hit your clit.

“i don’t fuck anyone but you, no one makes my pussy cry for more like you do,” he smirked at you, already knowing the answer being that you were his and vice versa. he must admit work had been hectic so he would naturally push himself away from you. wanting to get the work done before burying himself inside you. but your little antics today made it quite impossible for him to do so.

You close your eyes and let him do his work, at this point you were a moaning mess, his hand on your neck and other hand in your pussy made you feel on cloud 9. your hands went into your hair to tug at it, arching your back off the table you felt his fingers disappear from inside you. as you were about to open your eyes you feel his warm mouth hover over your clit. you saw that he had moved his mask up just above his nose. you screeched and your back created a bridge off the table. you looked down to see him already looking at you. he kissed your clit remaining the eye contact, then he sucked on it. he sucked as if he was back on the pacifier. you body retracted back to the table.

his tongue twirled around your clit then flicked at it. leaving no space for you to breathe he sucked on it again, you could see his cheeks hollow and hear the slurping noises. it was making you go feral. his hands held your hips down from moving too much, head buried in your legs your hands traveled on their own to touch the needy nubs on your boobs. squeezing your boobs hard you can’t help but moan more loudly. wanting to let everyone know how much of a pussy eater this guy is.

“stop moaning so damn loud these walls ain’t sound proof,” he looked up with his eyes only, never leaving your pussy. adding his three fingers back in he thrusts it in and out in a inhumane speed, his tongue doing wonders on your clit as well. you were definitely so wet that his chin was covered in your pussy juice, it was drenched. liquid would be dripping down his neck and the sight alone made your thighs fold around his head. earning a low gruff he forced your legs back open but this time further apart.

“i think i’m gonna cum baby,” you moaned, working faster on your clit with his mouth he stood up, looking down at you with a smug on his face. “wha- oh fuuuuck,”

he licked all four of his fingers, instead of inserting it he rubbed your clit as if he was starting a fire. your hips started to lose contact with table, the pleasure he was giving you was like no other you don’t understand anything at this point. you felt like you were gonna squirt, but you were at work and quite frankly didn’t wanna clean up any mess.

“that’s it, fucking cum for me like the fucking slut you are y/n,” he says as he works faster, he felt little squirts of liquid come front knowing you were close. “cum from my fingers baby, cum,”

“fuuuuck simon, yes, yes, fuuuck,” that was your last straw, his sinful words sent you over the edge and you were now squirting all over his uniform. his hand was drenched and used it to his advantage to finger fuck you again. but it was beginning to be too much. you wrapped a hand around his arm to stop him but he just kept riding your orgasm out, he wanted to overstimulate you. you eyes were beginning to tear up at the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

then finally he stopped. you decided to use this interval to catch your breathe, you looked at him with a little smile on his face. he returned the gesture. you looked at how wet you made him.

“sorry,” you laughed. you sat up, your pussy hitting the half cold table stimulating it even more. tugging his top off he revealed his muscular body. you kissed the centre of his chest, and worked down to kissing each of his abs. you look up at him with your eyes as you glide your tongue back up to his chest.

“don’t be, i’m not fucking you right if you don’t make a mess on me,” his hands go to unbuckle his belt, anticipation in both of you start building as he slowly slides it under his hardened cock. his tip was so purple you thought it was abnormal, he was swollen to the point you thought that just one lick on it he’d cum.

you wrapped your hand around him, studying his face as you slide your hand up and down his length. he doesn’t show much so you decide to fully wrap your lips around his tip. that’s when his head fell back. normally you’d start kitty licking him until he shoves it down your throat but you desperately wanted him to cum all over your face so started sucking hard on his tip, gripping his shaft tighter you jerk him off in circular motions. he groaned at your action, taking the loose strands of your hair and holding it back.

“fuck that’s it,” groaning against your touch you could feel the veins in his cock against your lips and you feel yourself getting wet again. “fuck this mouth is mine,”

he grabs your head, you thought you were going to be in charge this time. you thought wrong. he starts fucking into your mouth so then you started tightening your lips, making the tiniest ‘o’ your mouth could form. you start gagging and saliva starts to build up on the corner of your mouth. you use that and smother it on his balls. you start to massage his balls as he works your mouth, he forms a thin line with his mouth from under his mask.

“don’t do that otherwise i’d cum,” but you don’t listen, you continue massaging and sucking. you want his cum, you want it on your face and you want it now. the hand gripping your hair tightens, and by the way his cock twitches in your mouth he’s close. your tongue flattens on his dick so that it can rub against the slit from underneath his tip where his precum starts leaking heavily. you start slurping, multitasking between two hands working his balls and dick.

“stop,” he says. again, why have ears if you’re not gonna listen.

“i said fucking stop,” he pulls your hair and your head follows after it, but you fight to connect back with his dick and successfully did. you pushed him so he was leaning against the table, you started leaning your weight on him sucking his dick as if it was the last one on earth.

“fuck fuck fuuuckk,” white semen paints the inside of your throat, you suck his dick until you feel nothing else coming out. with a slight pop his dick pops out of your mouth. you cheekily smile up at him, before he could speak you continue sucking.

“what the fuck,” you wanted to overstimulate him, you loved knowing that all his cum was for you. he forcefully pushed you off this time. allowing himself to connect his thoughts after you tried stealing it through his dick.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he kissed your sweet lips, picking you up and laying you back on the table again. opening your legs again he spat on your clit, rubbing it slowly. grabbing his cock he wet it with the mix of his spit and your juices on your pussy. he then aligned himself with your entrance.

“fuck me,” is all you had to say before he started thrusting. hands creating prints on your hips from keeping you in place.

the smell of sex, the sound of the table squeaking, and the lustful moans of each other filled the room. how unprofessional it was of you two to fuck while working but who cares.

you went to grab one of your boobs again, playing with it in a pace that matches him fucking you. your other hand went down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it quickly for you to cum. your fingers went to trace his dick going in and out of you, that alone made you feel your orgasm come quicker.

“you’re so fucking good for me, i can fuck you til dawn,” he parted your legs far apart enough for him to be deeper in you than before, your legs created a ‘m’ and he kept it that way with his hands at the back of your thighs holding your legs down.

“t-too much.” you cry

“fuck up, you take what i give,” he could die in you, he couldn’t get enough. this man was the strongest on the battle field yet he would melt and weaken at the knees with just the tip in. he ripped his mask off, it was a normal occurrence for you to see him maskless. the scene infront of you, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat beads that roll down, his mouth that hung open from the way your pussy sucks him in, makes you cum right there. You rip out a loud moan not caring who could hear at this point.

“did you just fucking cum?” yes. yes you did.

“mhmm,” you hum, he still trying to find his high.

“fuck you’re a greedy cunt, i swear,”

he’s absolutely destroying your cunt now, first you ignore him, second you send him into stimulation, now third you cum without warning, yeah you’re fucked. metaphorically and literally. He holds the bottom of your stomach, you could feel him more than ever now. he looks so hot chasing his high like the slut he is. slut for you to be exact. you completely ignore the fact that your stomach can’t keep up with the pleasure now.

“cum in me lieutenant, come on, show me how much i can milk out of you just from my pussy baby,” you love egging him on, he gets annoyed. getting annoyed means fucking you until you shut up.

“fuck lieutenant, your cock is mine only fuck. fuc-“ both his hands are wrapped around your throat now, biting your bottom lip you feel your third orgasm coming for today.

“shut. the. fuck. up.” he says, every word having a thrust to its own fuck it’s too good to fuck with ghost sometimes you can’t believe it. he twitches, and you think finally you can only take so much.

he begins thrusting sloppy, his pace is uneven and you know he’s about to cum. you’re excited cs you love him finishing inside of you, the sight of him trying to get every last drop of him in you makes you go insane. then you start talking.

“fucking cum daddy, cum in my tight pussy,” he’s done and you know it. it’s very rare of you to call him daddy and it’s very rare of him to accept it. but hearing you call him daddy today sends him into planet orbit.

“fuuckk slut, fuckkk,” your pussy milking him dry as he cums in you. your lewd moan helps him to cum, he tries to grip on to every crevice of your body. he’s thrusting fast, then with his final drop he does one big thrust and finished right there.

both of you panting, probably one of the best orgasms you had with each other. he kisses you, a sweet kiss, a kiss with love and passion. he slowly starts thrusting again just to feel you once more before pulling back out. he watched as your filled hole started spilling out his cum, then he starts looking at his dick decorated with yours. he then looks at you, your cheeks flushed and bruises from his finger tips on his hips. thankfully no hickeys even though they’ve probably heard every last moan.

“c’mere,” he helps me up, pulling me by the arm. he kissed me again with his hand back around my throat. both our tongues fight for dominance, neither one of us will ever back down but only ghost will ever win. he tangled his hand in the strands of my hair and yanks back. kissing and biting on my neck he then talks in my ear.

“never fucking pull that shit you hear me?” you moan but you nod in response. he kisses your neck one more time then slaps my ass and holds there. “good”

We get dressed and make ourselves looks like we did before we fucked. upon putting his clothes i remembered how i squirted all over his uniform, i laughed a little. he was confused until he looked down and remembered. taking his top back off he’d have to walk out shirtless.

“for fuck sakes y/n,” his laugh was low and you loved how sexy that sounded. “what am i gonna say”

“i don’t fucking know dumbass you’re the one who wanted to fuck,” he rolled his eyes then finally put his mask on. he came up with a little plan, you walked out of the room first and tell everyone went to the restroom. he would come out a little later than you and say he accidentally spilt his water on him. you guys high-fived and executed your plan.

on your way back to the field you noticed how nobody was there. you looked at the time and nearly half’n’hour passed. you’d be lucky if you get 10 minutes. you walked back into the building and into the briefing room. that’s when you saw only tf141 sitting around the table. you couldn’t help but notice the smug look some of the guys had on their faces first, soap especially. price had that look on his face like “y’all finished?” and nodded for you to sit down.

3 minutes passed and ghost walked in with no shirt, your eyes nearly fell out of your head because what dumb fuck comes to a room filled with people with their shirt off. you wanted to k9 yourself right there, everyone’s assumptions were now confirmed with his arrival.

“where the hell is your shirt LT,” Soap asked him.

“ask y/n” yup you really wanted to die now.

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