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ang3lik · 1 year
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Any Ethan headcanons u have??
𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ��𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
pairing: ethan landry x all!reader
warnings: mentions of porn, sex positions, masturbation, edging, praise, degradation and a spit kink.
SFW
this man is a GIANT like he’s six foot, beefy, and just large ;) but no fr every piece of clothing he borrows you like hoodies, flannels etc. literally drowns you because they’re so big
ethan isn’t a big social media person, he only has an instagram because it’s 2023 everyone has one, but like he doesn’t post and is barely following anyone.
some apps he definitely has:
you made him get tiktok so you could send vids to him.
he had snapchat but he barely used it. however you’ve had streaks for a while now.
has twitter for whatever people have twitter for and the porn sometimes.
his most used app is safari 😶
has letterboxd, reddit and 8 ball pool.
is a romance guy, but he’s not open about it. he’s very good at acting sweet and sweeping you off your feet. the shy, nerdy, geek act works very well.
loves the rain. especially at night in the dark, sometimes he can’t sleep but he’ll hear the rain and it makes him feel extra warm in his bed.
smells like mint. he either literally smells like mint, fresh gum or just straight cologne.
his room is his sanctuary. he feels safe and comfortable in there, surrounded by all his things, and as you begin to hang around in his room more, your scent stays, especially onto his bedding and sheets and he’ll literally just come home and face plant into his sheets and smell you.
isn’t a big massive music listener, but he does listen to multiple genres. he likes to listen to what others are listening to around him. he doesn’t always like the music chad listens too, but he does like the old school r&b he plays.
can’t cook for shit. the boys’ place is just full of snacks. this boy loves cheetos. will love you forever if you bring him cooked meals.
big horror movie fan. but has watched movies like the notebook and titanic and teared up and even laughed when you made him watch mean girls.
NSFW
very sensitive nipples 😭 (don’t ask)
is a switch, doesn’t necessarily like to be submissive but he just likes it where you share control, but he can be dominant at times
doggy is his favourite position
doesn’t actually masturbate a whole lot, probably like once a week
edges himself when he does masturbate
very proud of his physique, especially his arms, hands and stomach
very vocal in bed, i’m taking whines, moans, groans, also big dirty talker, praise and degradation !
not overly kinky, has certain specific possibly common kinks but not any weird ones or a lot
big on aftercare ! for himself and you, sometimes he wants to hold you but sometimes he wants you to hold him.
loves kissing so muchhh, there’s nothing more intimate for him, possibly has a spit kink too
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a-small-safe-place · 5 months
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His Haven
Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader Pt. 1?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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When Homelander first met you, he just came in because Madelyn cooked up some scheme with Edgar to 'prove' that the members of The Seven were sound of mind and could pass a psychiatric evaluation similar to the one used in the army. Of course, you had been paid a lot of money to do the evaluations and even more money to ensure that these heroes passed no matter what they said. You were a respected psychiatrist in your field; that’s why Madelyn wanted you specifically.
Homelander went to his appointment, planning on leaving until you said something that caught his attention. You said, 'I am here for you. I took this job because you all spend your days helping and saving people, but at the end of the day, who helps and saves you? Obviously, I couldn’t physically save you, but I can be a place for you to talk if you need it. Nothing you say will leave this room.' Boy, did that stroke his ego in all the right ways. He decided to stay. Something about you was comforting, and he wanted to talk, so he started small with the obvious stuff. He led the conversation by making off-handed remarks about being better than everyone and having to be perfect for Vought. It was clear you didn’t understand his pain, but you were listening to him. You were actually listening to him and responding.
You weren’t like Madelyn, who seemed to argue with every other thing he said; you didn’t respond with dismissive and uncaring responses like Queen Maeve, and you could actually keep up with the conversation, unlike The Deep.
Homelander surprised you and himself when he began attending regular scheduled sessions. You usually led the discussion by asking various questions. Some questions he would lie about, not feeling totally safe to dive into certain topics, or he would just dodge the question and change the subject. Homelander knew you noticed this because anytime he did either of those things, your body language would change, and you would write something down in your little notebook. That notebook had made Homelander incredibly nervous until he found out you were not in there calling him a useless pussy. You were just simply writing topics you two had discussed and what topics made him uncomfortable.
You seemed to actually care about Homelander’s feelings, even the bad ones. Then the time came when he killed Madelyn Stillwell. Homelander felt weak and stupid for needing someone, but he was incredibly lonely for the few days following her death, so he went to you. You had been his haven. The one person he could confide in and actually be himself. He couldn’t actually tell you he had been the one to kill Stillwell; that would probably scare you away from him.
He arrived at your office in the morning while you happened to be filling out some paperwork. He knew you didn’t have any appointments today because this had been previously the day Vought scheduled for the evaluations of the heroes. Homelander spent the whole day pestering you. 'What are we doing now?' He asked, not entirely oblivious to your mild frustration. 'Still just filling out paperwork,' you replied. He rolled his eyes. 'God, your life is so boring. Go to work, talk to the crazies, fill out paperwork and go home, and you do that all alone? I forgot how boring normal people can be.'
You laughed before telling him, 'no one is keeping you here.' Homelander’s jaw tightened. This pissed him off. You’re not supposed to say that. You’re supposed to offer to do something more fun. You seemed to notice that 1,000-yard stare he has as he retreats into his own mind. 'Look, I just mean that I have to finish work. I know it’s probably boring you to death just sitting here; you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,' you told him, which seemed to make him feel a bit better, but he’s not entirely out of his head. 'It’s fine, we can just talk while you work,' he tells you with a feigned smile.
Homelander begins to perk up while you finish your paperwork and finally asks you the million-dollar question, 'What are we doing when we get home?'
'I am going home to cook up some dinner and watch some television,' you told him, trying to hint that you were wanting to be alone. Homelander was undeterred. 'What are we eating? I could use a home-cooked meal. We could watch one of my movies. I’ve been told I’m a great actor.' Homelander needs you to agree and compliment him. He desperately wants you to tell him he does a good job, even if you’re just talking about acting. 'Yeah? Your movies are pretty famous,' you say, accepting your fate that he isn’t leaving you alone tonight.
The night is spent with him at your house. Homelander wastes no time making himself at home and pilfering through your things. He feels comfortable being so ensnared in your scent. He becomes more comfortable as the night carries on. You fix his plate and drink for dinner, and the two of you share a dinner that he perceives as romantic. Your food isn’t as good as the private chefs at Vought, but Homelander loves it because he got to see the love you put into making it just for him.
You two clean up together. It’s really you cleaning, and Homelander helps by talking about which movie of his you should watch tonight. Finally, you try to retire to your room, but he follows. 'I thought we were gonna watch a movie… it doesn’t have to be one of mine,' Homelander tries not to sound too desperate, and he hated to say that last bit.
'I had planned on watching something in my room, but you can come lay with me if you want,' you tell him reluctantly. Homelander is excited but tries to keep that hidden. You two lay down and begin watching one of his movies. By the end, Homelander is 'asleep.' He knows you can’t tell the difference in him and ignores you when you gently shake him trying to wake him. He’s not the biggest fan of sleeping in strange beds, but for you, he can make an exception. Next time, he wants you in his bed though.
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blerb-f1 · 2 months
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"The Future" - Sebastian Vettel x reader
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The news truly shocked me and compelled me to write this.
Lewis Hamilton is a side character in this.
not proofread i dont have the mental capacity rn
This fic also is kinda part of a series, but it can stand on it's own! For more, view my masterlist.
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“Have you considered it at least?”
A fragmented voice sounding through a tin-like phone speaker asked with a certain pressure behind it. The kind of pressure you’d only hear from people who wanted something. Something important.
Sebastian eyed the phone hesitantly, placing it on the windowsill while holding his watering can. Little droplets sliding down it’s side as he attempted to water his dried pot of basil - traveling was never something that helped in plantkeeping, not when you’d spend half the year in random hotels somewhere in the world.
He did not feel the need to return to the circus known as Formula 1, having enjoyed his time there but entirely content with retirement. Opposed to some of the others, he thought, he knew when to quit. No longer circling the biggest cities on earth but the supermarket parking lot in hopes of finding an empty spot. More importantly, waking up in his own bed for 7/7 days a week was a major joy to him, a feeling he didn’t feel like giving up.
“You know as well as i do, that we need an  experienced driver. George’s good but… He just can’t give us the direction needed.” Toto sounded quite serious at that moment - Lewis deciding to leave must have hurt him badly, considering him approaching Sebastian.
“Also… I just want someone i can trust to be around me”
Looking up in surprise, Seb almost dropped the watering can on the floor. Lewis leaving had REALLY hurt him.
“I’ve been thinking about retiring from F1 now. But they’d probably cancel F1 Academy without me around. Force Susie into Submission. I don’t want that. Fuck no.”
“Toto, I-” Sebastian started speaking, plucking the dead leaves from his pot of basil. “I like life. I love peaceful mornings.”
Silence. The phone speaker didn’t echo out for a few moments. 
“What would you say, if i told you we had a championship winning car?”
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“You really agree to it?” Sebastian asked, Surprise lingering on his voice.
��Of course i do, i’ve seen you thirst for racing while you yourself didn’t. I was with you from the beginning till the end of your career, don’t you think i’d be able to read you by now?” Y/N answered him, their eyebrows pulled together in a mild emotion.
“But there’s a catch.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be your race engineer. Like i’ve always been”
“Huh?” Seb asked again, this time even more surprised than before. Y/N nodded seriously. “I can’t see you race with another Engineer at your side. It feels wrong.”
The man man pondered for a moment, his brain racking. “You’re right. I’ll talk to Toto.”
A week later, Mercedes made an announcement. For the 2025 season, Bono would be moving to the lead Race Engineer position, not being directly responsible for a single racer. The community was confused, unsure of what was happening. Would they be promoting a rookie racer and engineer to grow their youth? Would they be getting a driver and engineer paring from another team?
Twitter and Reddit Artists were working hard, creating shitpost after shitpost, pundits podcast over podcast as the season progressed, trying to figure out who’d be the next racer.
Meanwhile Sebastian and Y/N were busy in their own ways. Practicing their communication again, the driver getting physically fit and in shape again. Moreso than he had been during his time at Aston Martin. This was going to be serious - no more lazing around. Go hard or go home.
Y/N worked with Bono - the man they used to work against- to get used to the Mercedes way of communication. It was very difficult, more strict compared to the free Red Bull. More lenient compared to the crazy Ferrari. More rule governed, compared to Aston Martin. Peter Bonnington was surprised in his own way, understanding why L/N and Vettel were the scary Duo they had been all this time. They had been a team since 2008, their shared time rivaling his and Lewis. Lewis- that was a mental direction he shouldn’t go to. Mercedes would need to win the championship, no time to waste on stupid thoughts.
As the season progressed and Fans grew mad with their speculation, Mercedes made a post on their instagram. It was a Photo of one of the trees outside their HQ, with a little bee fluttering around it. One single Description. “We love nature”.
Fans went wild with speculation, thinking, planning, shitposting. 
Then one day, two weeks away from the season beginning, the news fell. Two announcement posts in a single day. Y/N L/N heading to Mercedes as Race Engineer, Sebastian Vettel as driver. Mercedes returning back to their silver arrows livery.
The community went wild, the thing they’d never expected had happened.
Lewis meanwhile, was downtrodden. He had expected this move to work out differently. Ferrari clearly designated Charles as Driver 1, not adjusting around him like he’d gotten used to. Their bad race engineering got him into trouble many times. Seeing this news almost broke him. They had replaced him with his friend, who didn’t speak a single word of this? Shame on him.
Shortly after, a Video went online on the Mercedes Account. Sebastian and Y/N were seated among the many championships belonging to Mercedes, clad in white teamgear. Their eyes were determined, telling people they hadn’t arrived to play. As Sebastian took of his hat, people noticed the change. His own cold smile had returned, the one that caused people to call him a smiling assassin. His locks short again, like when he’d won his own championships. Y/N had assimilated, they’re hair bleached and dyed into a silvery colour. 
Fans once again were shocked, they truly hadn’t expected Sebastian to return like this. More akin to the way Schumacher returned but apparently that was not the choice Vettel made - he was here to win, not for the participation trophy.
As the season opener in Australia rolled around, many eyes were glued to the screen. Y/N was sitting on a bicycle along with their driver on his own, passing over the track. Taking in texture, dirt and heat. The media approached them back in the pits, shoving microphones in their face. Y/N just grunted, showing the media a literal middle finger before dipping into the Mercedes pitwall. 
This was the same paring as back in 2011, ready to fight. Qualifying went well, dangerously well. It was as if Seb hadn’t left F1. But not the 2022 Version, the 2012 Version. His defense was ruthless, his attacks even more. He utilised all the skills he had honed over years, even the smallest tricks Michael had once explained to him to gain a faster time. As he crossed over the finish line in first position, Martin Brundle screamed out loud. Nobody had expected this, nobody thought he could win a race again. Toto was jumping in the Mercedes Garage, Y/N jumping along and almost throwing the headset down.
Sebastian on the radio was back to his own, singing, cheering and screaming absolute gibberish. Pulling into Parc Fermé, he was surprised at having the camera and microphone pushed into his face. This new way of doing things was very unusual to him. 
“So Sebastian, tell us how you’re feeling.”
“I feel like i belong” was his simple answer, pushing the camera out of his face as he headed to get weighed. He took a short look at the staircase leading up to the podium. It had been a while since he had last set foot onto them. They were almost scary but he knew, he was secure. A hand placed on his shoulder, one that he had felt there for many years. Y/N was there to get the constructors trophy, truely the only appropriate person today.
The clothing wasn’t the same as in the past, but the energy was. People were cheering, even more were booing. Not wanting another Era of Mercedes Dominance. Booing however, did nothing to deter Sebastian or Y/N. After all, they were the original Red Bull Villains. 
Ignoring the rules, they let the champagne down to the team to enjoy. This was their first victory after a few years as well, they deserved it after sacrificing two seasons to get this car made.
Then, a lone camera man captured an almost painfull view. Lewis Hamilton, clad in the strong Ferrari Red standing aside, looking up to the silver team with sadness and longing in his eyes. This hurt him, it truly did. Tears were welling in his eyes as the camera man moved away tactfully, instead capturing the celebrating couple instead.
The season progressed, a grandslam in all eyes. Win after win - not a single Race lost. As the Final in Bahrain rolled around and Sebastian collected his fifth driver’s championship, he knew he had found a new family and home. Y/N and him were celebrating wildly, the basil on the windowsill long forgotten among the glory and the parties, the heat and the energy.
It was that day, that a man entered a plane back to his new home in Italy. Eying the still not fully unpacked furniture, he settled onto a lightly dusted chair. Had leaving Mercedes truly not been the right decision? Lewis looked at a photobook a fan had gotten him. From winning with McLaren, the years with Nico and Valtteri, Mercedes had truly grown into his home and Family. What had made him leave them then? Was it the thirst for glory? Had he not enjoyed the atmosphere anymore? He felt conflicted. People had told him that Ferrari would break him. He didn’t want to believe them, but they were right. The red team had once again done what it did best. Destroy someone. Lewis looked back on Sebastian’s Face, remembering his defeated expression after the years of fighting with the red team. Of getting recognition for Kimi as well. Of standing up against Charles.
Lewis considered his options, putting his own life on the golden scale. Then, he made a decision. Opening instagram, he made a single post. Cuddling Roscoe, the description was simple, something nostalgic almost. “I hereby announce my retirement from Formula 1”
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enbyonmandalore · 11 months
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Test The Limits (Reader Insert Version)
Ghost & König x gender neutral reader (no y/n)
Rating: NSFW 18+
Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)
Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling, dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, voyeurism?, characters act absolutely fucking feral, reader's genitalia is not described
Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of your attitude and decides to fuck it out of you; him and König end up taking turns on you.
A/N: This is my first time writing anything about CoD MW2 aaand also my first time attempting to write a threesome. Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. I've been going wild for König lately and I'm trying to bring my thoughts to paper. Enjoy!
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Test The Limits
"Argh fuck!", you shouted in frustration as your face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned you down with his entire body weight, twisting your dominant hand onto your back, your other hand squashed underneath your own body. You'd fucked up. Again.
"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."
"Lasted longer than last time, though", you reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of your back, letting you catch a proper breath.
"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."
"What did you just call me?", you snapped and turned around as much as you could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling you managed to free yourself from under him, scootching away and staring daggers at him. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you opened your mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in your direction as a warning.
"Behave."
"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"
Ghost didn't let you finish your sentence. Instead he grabbed you by the ankles and yanked you towards him, scraping your elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over you, his arms caging you in on either side, a knee between your legs, restricting any further movement.
"I said behave.", he growled.
"Get. Off. Of. Me.", you said slowly and clearly, your tone stone cold.
But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on you, as if expecting an ambush. That's when you felt it. You felt him press up against you and with mere inches between your bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as you just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, you flinched.
"Stop that!", you protested.
"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring you and continuing to grind against your crotch.
"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"
"Like what?", he paused and you thought you saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"
"F-fuck...!", you gasped as he full on rutted his hips against yours. You tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.
"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"
"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."
Humiliating you even further, Ghost flipped you onto your stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, you managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."
Ghost's dry chuckle made your entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."
Oh.
Oh.
Once it finally clicked in your head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.
"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling you to your feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."
You bared your teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick you felt your bottom lip split open and tasted blood.
"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"
"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. You refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto yours, analyzing you. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around your wrists within a split second, pushing you against the wall behind you. You were speechless.
"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", you finally managed to sputter.
There was nothing you could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and your hands were quite literally tied. To say you were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to your throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.
"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked you up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."
"Could ask you the same bloody question!", you spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking you out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."
Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but you'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.
"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."
"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", you chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that you might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."
"Very well."
Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed you by the neck and spun you around, slamming your chest into the wall. His hands slid down your sides, all the way to your belt. You didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare you for what would come next. Once again you were thankful he didn't see your face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down your uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping you lift your feet to fully get rid of the pants.
"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on your body, thumbs caressing the dips in your hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."
You could almost feel his breath on your skin, that's how close he'd gotten. You skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against your ass, you could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned you back around to face him, shoving a knee between your thighs and pinning you to the wall on your tiptoes, hands above your head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had you ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.
It caught you off guard when he suddenly dropped you, taking two steps back. Your ass hit the cold concrete floor, your bindings snapping as you scramble to cover yourself. Reality check. You could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on your skin and turned your head in that direction so fast it almost made you dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.
"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."
He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. You heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.
"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of you in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."
He let go of König, glaring at you still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of you.
You slowly regained your composure, still acutely aware that your lower half was exposed. What you also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. You shifted around until you were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."
When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"
"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So, to help you get it together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."
You exchanged a nervous glance with König.
"Hey", Ghost barked in your direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."
As soon as your gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at you, "You talk in your sleep."
In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both König and you. You hadn't known you talked in your sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while you slept. And if you weren't mistaken, you could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?
Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into a kneeling position, your hands on his wrist to steady yourself. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.
"Operator, sit down. And don't move."
Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to you. You felt his cold stare basically penetrate your skin and set it on fire...
"You. Up.", he ordered and you complied. Ghost then moved the both of you closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Your heart was racing by now. What was he doing?
"On your knees, soldier."
You watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of you, your back facing König. He stepped closer and you now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively you gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as you gave him head?
Apparently the answer to that was Yes.
It could have been your imagination, but you swore you heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited you. With one hand he lifted your chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of your head.
"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"
You answered immediately, a grin tugging at your lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."
Next thing you knew, Ghost forced open your mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. You fought your gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what you found yourself capable of. You carefully started bobbing your head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working your tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down your throat. You'd never believe it if you weren't hearing it yourself, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.
"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."
You swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively you licked your bottom lip and glanced up at him.
"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding your head back down his cock. You could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of your throat you felt the knot in your own stomach tighten.
"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped your head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from you to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"
"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both you and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as you took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound your mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it your feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have you on top of him, a spiteful smirk on your face as you ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips...
"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into your mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."
You held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down your face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.
"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"
His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down your throat. Fighting the urge to gag, you swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and you fell backwards, gasping for air.
Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving you the chance to wipe the drool off of your face before dragging you to a large storage crate. He turned you around, his chest pressed against your back, and sat down, effectively pulling you onto him as he lay down on the crate. You watched as he removed his gloves. Your entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. You felt the blood rush between your legs and you were almost certain Ghost knew. He nudged your legs further apart with his own.
"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into your ear, grabbing your jaw from behind and turning your head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"
"Haah- please-", you whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. You were becoming more desperate by the second, you needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.
Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.
"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.
König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost. God, it was such a pretty sight to see you so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.
"Fuck them. That's an order!"
"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.
You gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? Standing between your open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on your thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into your skin and you whimpered once again. Ghost still held your jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.
As if to reassure himself that this was what you wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with your entrance. You gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against your hole.
"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"
König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of your voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."
"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", you pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside you and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. You wanted to throw your head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so you turned your face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down your spine as Ghost whispered praise into your ear again. "Come on... Good. Take all of him."
And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from your lips.
"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"
König was enormous. He spread you open like nothing ever had before. No doubt you'd feel him for days. You could feel him in your guts, it was relentless, stretching you open and filling you so completely you couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.
"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard you almost cried out in pain.
"Yessir!", you groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"
"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered your desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"
"Ahng- yes- Yessir!"
"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside you over and over and over.
Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into you, your half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Your choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt your hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on your lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to your lips and pushing past them. He was relieved you understood the objective, as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like you'd done with his cock moments before.
You arched your back as König repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as you careened towards your high.
"Greedy, are we? You gonna behave for us, hm?", Ghost teased, swiping his thumb across your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you nodded vigorously.
Under you, Ghost tensed up as your ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped your hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting you hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.
"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"
You were quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on your face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"
A choked moan ripped from your throat as he thrust all of himself into you. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. You saw stars as you came undone on his cock, clenching around him. You felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating your insides with his cum.
For a moment everyone was quiet, your ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.
You gasped in surprise when you suddenly had Ghost's hands on your waist, pushing you down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between your sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.
It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted you off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean the both of you up.
"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.
"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."
"Yeah", you agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."
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moonlit-imagines · 1 year
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requested by 🧶 anon
Ian shut the door to his room behind him as you hopped on his bed, staring at him as he nervously fidgeted with the buttons on his sleeves. “What, Ian? You’re starting to freak me the fuck out.” You placed your hands beside each of your thighs, clutching the edge of his mattress.
“Alright, alright,” Ian took a deep breath in and leaned against his dresser, starting to mess with his belt loops, “I’m trusting you with this information, y/n. It cannot leave this room.” You stared at him, he stared back, and you gently nodded. Your brother cleared his throat and a quiet admittance left his mouth. “I’m gay.” You paused a moment and stood up, giving him a hug he desperately needed.
“It’s good to know I’m not the only one in this house.” You whispered in his ear as he hugged you back just as tight. It took a moment to process what you’d just told him, and by the time you’d let go, he’d grabbed you once more, feeling more accepted than ever. “It’s our secret.” You chuckled.
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elliesmainhoe · 11 months
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Ellie Williams Headcanons: Masc!reader
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This was requested loads 😭 so by popular demand here it is!!
She's still thinks your pretty idc
Sharing clothes with her UGH
No one can tell your wearing each others shirts except the two of you <33
Gym buddies fr💪
She's your spotting buddy- and definitely takes the opportunity to slap your ass lmao
You share a wardrobe and sometimes you genuinely can't tell whose clothes is whose.
"Hey babe, have you seen my grey hoodie?" You heated Ellie yell from the bedroom as you brushed your teeth in the connecting bathroom.
"Wath you meayn? I bot tha- hoodie" You reply, your voice muffled due to the toothpaste filling your mouth
"NO! It's mine?!"
"Nah- it isthnt"
Ellie always wears something of yours. Usually jewelry.
Especially your rings <33
Just cuz your masc does not mean that this bitch will not make you her bottom- probably likes being in control even more
The power trip it gives her 💯🔥!!!
Your pet names include the classics : baby, love etc etc
However they also include : stud muffin, boo-bear and pookie. Simply because she wants to see you suffer. (The bitch)
Idk why but I see you going on movie dates, but I do.
Sitting in the back watching some shit horror films, ending up bored and hands wandering over eachother
Ellie's hand had slipped underneath your black hoodie- the darkness of the cinema concealing the assault on you nipples.
Your hand covered your own mouth, muffling the whimpers that left your mouth. "Wanna take a quick bathroom break?" Ellie whispered into your ear, earning a nod in agreement from you
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These are really short
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willsimpforanyone · 11 months
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Idk if you still write on here but if you do, may I request some nico x non-binary reader stuff?? I've been searching and you're the only person I've found who writes it!!
i absolutely do still write stuff, this is very much an active blog despite my infrequency of writing due to uni work! i love nico x enby!reader, glad you like it! lets do some affection headcanons shall we?
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as i'm sure i've said before, nico is very protective of you
not in an overbearing way and he's not one for public affection
but he'll be constantly looking over at you and checking to see you're okay, everything's good, no one's making you uncomfortable?
if you're taller than him, he will nudge himself under your arm without saying anything, just like a 'hey hug me' or he might excuse it by saying he's cold
if you're shorter than him, he'll casually sling his arm over your shoulders as a way to bring you closer to him and if he's feeling especially affectionate he will press a kiss to your temple
the type of guy that will ask if you wanna go home by muffling his voice into your hair so no one else can hear him
isn't big on gifts, but will treasure and keep anything and everything you give him
he once saw a ring in a vintage store and tried so hard to walk past it but just *knew* you'd love it
hasn't given it to you yet but he will, he's just gotta make a plan first
is one of those guys that burns bright red if you do something for him
like his cabin gets to be a mess and you have a free hour or so while you wait for him so you neaten everything up, put away clothes and stuff
he comes in to you having cleaned his space and just stands in the doorway bright red and speechless because someone?? gave so much of a shit about him?? that they put in effort?? to make his space a better place to be??
you've broken him, the poor boy
not big on public affection, but in private he loves casual affection
like walking past you sitting at a desk and bopping a kiss on your head or slouching over you with his head on yours to ask what you're up to
i'm soft for nico idk if you could tell
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ngl i had a crush on nico and then he came out (was thrown out the closet) as gay and i stopped having a crush on him but now i'm nonbinary so i feel safe enough to crush on him again lol anyway i hope you enjoyed!! thank you for requesting!!
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supernaturalscribe67 · 7 months
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Silent Affections
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Words: 1,600
POV: 3rd Person
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Enby!Reader
Pronouns: (They/Them)
Warning(s): None
Summary: Growing up, the reader was never one to say 'I love you' to anyone, even close family and friends. When they got into a relationship with Sam, they did everything in their power to make sure Sam knew how much they truly loved him, without necessarily saying it.
Request:
Hiya! Before I get into the rq, I just gotta say, loved your Sam x Author!Reader fic. v cute!
Anyways, could you please write a Sam x gn!reader (they/them), who's love languages are Acts of Service and Quality Time? They have a harder time saying 'I love you' out loud (not due to relationship truma, it's just how they were raised) but prefer to say it quietly, like when they clean his room for him, or cook him breakfast, and just being near him doing research 'n stuff. Uhh anyways- drink some water or somethin', bye!
@i-cant-write-for-shit
A/N: I loved writing this. I think it's cute and fluffy, and I really hope you enjoy it as well! It's also my first time writing with a character that uses they/them pronouns, so I'm excited to see what you guys think! Thank you so much for requesting!
The smell of eggs wafted through the bunker hallways as Sam entered. A clear layer of sweat glistened on his forehead as a result of his early morning run. Sam took a moment to inhale and admire the delectable scent before he descended the stairs and began to make his way toward the kitchen. He could feel his mouth begin to water and his stomach growl the closer he got to the source. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, a smile made its way onto his face. 
(Y/N) stood in front of the counter next to the oven, their back turned to Sam. Their head was down and their arms moved in short movements at their sides. Sam could see that they were still in the pajamas that they had worn to bed the night before, an apron tied around the front of them evident by the bow that rested directly above the small of their back. Quietly, Sam walked over to them, wrapped his arms around their waist, and placed his chin on their shoulder. (Y/N) let out a small gasp and jumped as they looked over their shoulder at Sam. Sam chuckled, his chest rumbling against (Y/N)’s back. 
“You scared the shit out of me,” (Y/N) breathed. 
“Sorry,” he mumbled. 
When Sam looked over their shoulder, he saw that they were mixing a fruit medley. He hummed. 
“What’re you making?”
“Just some breakfast. Figured you would want something after your run. I have some of those egg white veggie muffins I’ve been talking about in the oven, then I got some fruit that I picked up from the store yesterday, and a protein shake for you in the fridge.” (Y/N) explained, gesturing from the oven to the fridge as they talked. 
While they spoke, a content smile was plastered on Sam’s lips. Once they were done talking, Sam leaned against them, moving his head forward so that he could capture their lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) raised their brows when Sam pulled away. 
“What was that for?” They asked. 
“I just love you.” Sam shrugged. 
(Y/N) smiled softly as they reached a hand up and placed it on Sam’s cheek. Their thumb gently brushed against the stubble that was growing on Sam’s jawline before they tilted their head up and pecked Sam’s lips gingerly. When they pulled back, they scrunched up their nose and tapped Sam’s cheek lightly. 
“Go shower, you stink.” 
Sam snorted and pulled away from his partner. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” He waved them off as he turned and began to make his way out of the kitchen. 
(Y/N) chuckled. “Breakfast will be ready soon so don’t take too long.” 
“I won’t,” Sam called back as he walked out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam walked back into the kitchen. Droplets of water dripped onto his shirt from his damp hair and his clothes clung to certain parts of his body. Upon entering, Sam saw (Y/N) setting a plate on the table. It had several egg white muffins on it and a hearty portion of fruit beside it. A tall glass sat next to the plate, the beverage a pinkish color. (Y/N) glanced up and gave Sam a bright smile. 
“Just in time, Sammy.” They said before they walked back over to the counter and grabbed the bowl that sat there. They carried it back over to the table and sat down. “I was afraid that I was going to have to eat by myself.” 
“I was too hungry to take that long in the shower.” Sam placed a hand on his stomach to emphasize his comment. “This looks amazing, sweetheart.” 
“Thank you,” (Y/N) beamed as they picked up their spoon that sat in the bowl and stirred the contents around. 
Sam glanced over at his partner’s breakfast and frowned. “You’re just having cereal?” He questioned. 
“Yeah?” 
“You’re not having any of this with me?” 
(Y/N) shrugged. “I was craving some cereal.” 
“(Y/N), you didn’t have to go through all this trouble to make this just for me.” 
“You’re right,” (Y/N) began as they shoved a spoonful of cereal and milk into their mouth. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” 
Sam couldn’t help the smirk that played on the corner of his lips as he looked down at his breakfast. The two of them began to eat, enjoying the flavors of their meals in silence for a brief moment. When (Y/N) took another bite, they looked up at Sam with a curious expression. 
“So, what are your plans for the day?” They asked as they took another bite. 
Sam let out a hum as he finished his bite of food. He took a drink of his protein shake to clear his throat. “I was planning on doing some research today, maybe find a hunt for us. What about you?” Sam then furrowed his brows and licked his lips once the taste of the drink registered with him. He took another sip. “What flavor is this?” 
“Oh! I figured I would go with strawberry since you got that chocolate protein powder. Mixes well together.” 
Sam nodded. “It’s delicious.” 
“Thank you,” (Y/N) gave a closed-mouth smile, mouth full of food. “But, I was going to play some Mario Kart today. I’m still pissed that your brother ended up beating my ass the last time we played.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes. 
Sam chuckled. “He hasn’t stopped bragging to me about it.” 
“If I wouldn’t have gotten hit by the stupid blue shell on the last lap, then I would have creamed him!” 
“You know he threw that blue shell, right?” 
(Y/N) froze, mouth open as they went for another bite of food. After a couple of beats of silence, they closed their mouth, the spoon still mere inches from their lips. 
“What?” (Y/N)’s voice was almost an octave lower than it had been before.
“He was the one that threw the blue shell. I think he said that he was in sixth or seventh place and he told me that he was the one that threw the blue shell and got you knocked out of first.” 
(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as they placed their spoon back into the bowl and leaned back in their chair. They ran their hand down their face and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going to kill him.” 
“How about you beat him in a race and then decide if you want to kill him.” 
“Oh, I’m going to throw so many red shells at that idiot that he won’t even know what hit him.” 
They sat for the rest of breakfast, chatting about different topics with one another. Once they were both finished, (Y/N) cleared the plates, despite Sam’s protests. (Y/N) was adamant, and Sam found it hard to argue with them. He decided to grab his laptop and make his way into the library to begin his search for possible hunts. 
A couple of minutes after he got settled, (Y/N) entered the room after him. Their Nintendo Switch in one hand, a bottle of Ibuprofen in the other, and a water bottle tucked underneath one of their arms. They sat the water bottle and medicine next to Sam’s laptop. Sam furrowed his brows as he looked at the items before he glanced up at his partner. 
“Headache?” He asked. 
(Y/N) shook their head as they took a seat next to Sam at the table. “Not for me. You’ve been complaining about headaches recently, so I decided to bring you some medicine just in case you got one. You also mentioned that you’ve been wanting to drink more water, so I made you a fresh water bottle filled with ice water.” They explained as they turned on their Switch. 
Sam smiled and tilted his head to the side. He placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, leaned over, and pressed a brief kiss against their temple. 
“Thanks,” 
“Of course, Sammy,” (Y/N) flashed him a smile before they turned back to the game. “And remember what I told you about the 20-20 rule.” 
“Twenty minutes of looking at a screen and then twenty seconds of looking at something far away. I remember. The same thing goes for you and that game.” 
“Okay, Dad.” 
Sam chuckled before he turned back to his computer. The couple sat there, silence between the two of them. Occasionally, Sam would mention something to (Y/N), which would cause them to pause their game to see what Sam was doing on his computer. Other times, Sam would catch a glimpse at the race (Y/N) was playing and would stop what he was doing to watch them play for a couple of minutes before returning to his search. It was an endless cycle that would repeat until both of them were done with their activities. 
The phrase ‘I love you’ wasn’t something that was commonly repeated when Sam said it. However, he didn’t need to hear the words to know the way (Y/N) felt about him. From the small things that his partner did for him to the time they spent simply being near one another, Sam knew that (Y/N) felt just as much love and adoration for him as he felt for them.
And even though it was a different way of expressing their feelings, Sam wouldn’t have it any other way. 
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flowence-writing · 4 months
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hi bff i still desperately need to reread & watch thg but i love your writing sm so i needed to leave something anyway ,,, could you do something with nonbinary!reader coming out to johanna ? maybe it starts out angsty but gets more fluffy :3
point of no return - j.m.
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summary: You come out to Johanna as nonbinary but some people overhear.
pairings: johanna mason x nonbinary!reader
warnings: transphobia, racism, hurt/comfort
authors note: i didnt specify the slur for obvious reasons, but if anyone has any concerns feel free to pm me.
request: yes
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Johanna has noticed your odd behavior, it’s like you’re hiding something. You were hiding something but you didn’t know how to tell your girlfriend that you feel sick everytime someone calls you a “girl”.
You sigh as you set down your things in the training room. You massage your temples trying to will away the stress headache.
You feel arms wrap around you, and you smile a bit. “There’s my favorite girl.” You blanch and have to swallow the bile in your throat, your tense in her arms and she of course notices.
“What’s wrong?” Johanna asks hesitantly. You shake your head and wriggle yourself out of her arms. You go back to pick up the ax—but you’re stopped by a familiar hand and frustrated face.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why won’t you tell me why you’re acting this way?!” She bellows out, uncaring for the eyes that look your way.
“Fucking hell, Johanna, you don’t need to scream.” You say, utterly calm. This only proves to provoke her further, demanding to know what’s wrong.
“Are you cheating on me? Is that it?” Your head snaps up immediately at her small voice, and you shake it vigorously. God what have you done?
“No, i’d never cheat on you!” You reply, desperation slipping into your brown eyes. Johanna blows a breath out of her nose.
“Then what is it?! Do you not love me? Is it me? What did I-” You cut her off of her ramble.
“I’m not a girl! I’m not a boy. I’m not... anything.” Your voice gets quieter as you say the last words. Johanna’s face crumbles in realization. You are non-binary.
You search her expression for any mean glares, anything that points to her hating you… but you find nothing, only love. “Of course that freak had to get even freakier! You are a girl, sweetheart, you’ll always be one.” A gruff voice taunts you.
“If you weren’t a [slur], I would’ve definitely had some fun with you.” The man smirks and your expression hardens, the blatant racism and transphobia is enough to spiral you off the edge.
Before Johanna could take the honours of punching the guy, you find yourself giving him a good right hook.
You don’t stop there though, grabbing the butt of your ax handle you slam it into his chest, over and over and over again. “You fucking! You transphobic racist motherfucker!” You scream, but suddenly someone pulling you off of him. You wriggle in their arms trying to get out and beat the shit out of that man more.
You see Katniss, your best friend yelling at the man promising to get him fired and punished. You sag with relief and realize you’ve been in Johanna’s arms.
“Jo?” You call out quietly, she is immediately turning you around so she’s facing the love of her life.
“I’m sorry,” You murmur. “I should have told you.” Johanna shakes her head and leans down to kiss your lips. You smile into the kiss, your eyes fluttering close and your hands wrapping around her waist.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, my love.” You beam at her and she laughs loving your smile even if you hated it.
“Katniss will get that guy fired, I know she will.” You smirk at Johanna’s reassurance. “Well I got in a few good hits anyway.” At that your girlfriend laughs, her blue-green eyes staring longingly into your dark brown ones.
From then on, Johanna used your preferred pronouns and always asked what compliments you preferred before saying it. She began correcting anyone who misgendered you and you both kicked anyones ass who was mean to you.
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artmsmaid · 7 months
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𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔤!
eddie munson x non-binary reader
+18 MINORS DNI
sinopse: You are shy and keep to yourself, mainly having your dog's companionship. But when you go to summer camp for an extended weekend, you come back to find that your dog has made a new friendship with the infamous town metalhead, Eddie Munson.
cw: underage drinking, drug use, canon divergent, eventual sexual situations, bisexual reader.
wc: 1447k
chapter (2/?).
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"Absolutely not! That's MY dog!"
You were baffled by what he said to you next.
"Well..." he slowly sat down and continued to pet Fuffly, if you didn't know that your dog couldn't understand the conversation, you'd think it was waiting for the confrontation while happily being fondled. "Prove it."
Blinking in confusion, what the hell does he mean by that? So, you cleverly asked: "What the hell do you mean prove it?"
"I mean for you to prove it." And he had the nerve to smile at you???
Does he think that you were just up and around Tuesday morning walking around a forest and then decided to go and lie about having a dog?
"Fluffly has a name tag on its collar and it says Fuffly with a date, the date he was born." You finally said, after a moment of silence where you're shocked and the stranger was staring at you, still petting your dog.
"And what day is that?" He turned his head to the side, eyebrows going up just a little.
"Are you fudging kidding me?!" You angrily let out, your fists closing down.
He giggles, "No, no, no, no, I'm for sure not fudging". 
You set aside the slight mockery you heard in his voice to puff out your answer, "15th of July, a true Gemini."
He nodded, looking like he was finally realizing something, "that's why it looks so small then".
"What?" You approached two more steps, looking offended.
"It's that thing you said, a gemy."
"Gemini!" It has been a long time since someone made you feel so many emotions in so little time, but again it has been some time since you had a conversation with someone close to your age, "and he is a Yorkshire, Gemini is his birth sign."
When you came close again, he put his arms a bit more protective around the small dog, surprising you. You weren't going to hurt your dog, but he was looking at you suspiciously like you were going to take it and run away. Shouldn’t you be the one more worried in this scenery?
"Okay, maybe this is your dog," he starts and pauses when you roll your eyes to mumble 'well it is', you were ignored, "but that doesn't mean I should give him to you."
You went from annoyed to shocked to angry, and it looks like this boy in front of you was angry as well. He continued, "For days Curly was walking here alone, why would you let your dog walk around like this?".
This was confusing to you, as your mother promised to walk Fluffy while you were gone at camp. Did she forget? But another thing caught your thoughts right after, "Curly?".
"Aren't you going to answer me?", now he was the one rolling their eyes.
"Its name is Fuffly", you gave one more step, now completely in his personal space, only your dog between you both. You didn't like invading people's personal space, but you had to assert your control over the situation.
It didn't work that well though, as he got up and was taller than you, especially with that annoyingly soft-looking big hair of his. You could also smell his perfume, or some time of body deodorant since perfume seems to fancy for him, it was a very different smell from all the french fragrances you are used to in your home, definitely stronger musk smell."It's a stupid name, Curly Destroyer is better."
Now, Eddie didn't think your name was stupid, but he was still a bit angry at you and wanted to be annoying just for the sake of it.
"Curly Destroyer is way more ridiculous", you were, as well, being annoying for the sake of it. You puffed, and he puffed back. You put your hands on your hips, and he put his hands on as well.
"It's bad-ass, and you still haven't answered me, cutie, why was Curly all alone?"
You would've been taken by surprise by the pet name if it wasn't for the worried mixed disappointed look he was giving you. You finally stopped ripping his hair strand by strand in your mind to evaluate the situation. How did he know Fuffly? He even named him a different name... Was he telling you the truth? Was your dog walking around unchaperoned in the woods these last days? It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was still dangerous.
"Fuffly wasn't alone," you start to answer, and he looks like he's going to interrupt you when you amend "Well, he wasn't supposed to be alone, my mom should've walked him every morning".
Eddie calmed down a bit with your words. Even if he was still upset by the situation when he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but honesty and confusion, he had to cave in. And they were beautiful eyes, shining in the soft morning light making his heart beat irregularly and being a bit disappointed that you would look away so quickly.
"She didn't", he lets out, trying to come back from the haze, "I mean, I didn't see her, I only saw Curly." He amends when you moved back your face twitching a little at the rash statement. You would have to talk to your mother to know what happened. Although, you’ll hate the confrontation, never enjoying asking more than necessary, sometimes not even to your parents.
"Fuffly," you made a point to correct his name again but only gained a smile back and a roll of eyes as he muttered a ‘not happening’ , "is very used to the forest. We walk here every day. Maybe... he walked off from mother and later came back, so she knew he was safe."
He didn’t seemed very impressed by your excuse, and watched you with hawk eyes as you lowered down to your dog, who happily licked your cheeks with not a worry in his canine eyes. You swiftly glanced at Eddy, was that a jealous look? He got attached fast to the small dog. Even if it wasn’t your responsibility, you would feel horrible to just take Fuffly away by now, and leave those big chocolate rich brown eyes drown in sadness.
Not that you care that much about him, of course, you were just such a good person.
So, with a not subtle at all throat clearing sound, you settle down on the floor, “you know… I’m a bit tired, but Fuffly likes to play a lot”.
“Yes?”, you don’t look, but you know he has a smile on that dumb pretty face. “He does have lots of energy for something so small… You don’t share the genes?”
This makes you look, a frown in your face as you decide if he is calling you short, lazy or both. And yes, the smile in the dumb pretty face gets bigger. “The nerve of you… I just arrived from traveling!”
“Such a pity” he mocks, “didn’t have the energy to stay longer?”
“You know what? I’m not that tired”, you decide, getting up, “I will play with Fuffly.”
“Do you want me to throw it so you both can try to catch?”, he’s reveling on it now, it has been the longest time you looked at him without turning away.
“I beg your pardon?!” a pink flush covers all your face and ears, and he laughs, the sound is a bit like a toddler’s laugh, carefree and full of life.
“Come on, cutie, I won’t throw too far.” He tilts a bit, looking really deep in your eyes, and that’s maybe the first time you don’t mind it at all.
“I bet you couldn’t catch it if I throw it in your face” You make up a mean smile, trying to tease him to, but something went sideways, as a glint in his eyes makes him get closer to your face to whisper.
“Oh, cutie, you can throw it to me any day.”
You don’t get when in the conversation you both stopped talking about an actual wood stick, but now you are more flushed than ever, noticing you can smell his toothpaste with how close he is of you. He also looks disoriented, brown eyes going all over your face to stop on your lips.
Something touch your legs, and you both step back and look down with wild eyes. Fuffly got a wood stick and is expectantly looking at both of you. Laughing, this time more bashfully, Eddy gets the stick from the dog, not being capable of looking at you as his heart is fighting to stay in his chest. “Looks like someone wants to play.”
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author's note: I promise the next part won't take a life-time, I got ill but I'm better now.
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chromietriestowrite · 12 days
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I don't know how to be me anymore
Pairing : platonic!Buckyxgn!reader
Summary : Bucky's always felt different. When he finally starts being ready to figure out what it means, he turns to you to try and find out where to go from here.
Warnings : Nb!Buckyxnb!reader, tiny bit of angst, comfort, fluff, dragcreature!reader, Buck trying to figure out who he is
Word count : 2,494
A/N : Hi guys, I finally decided to post my second fic! I tried to write something as wholesome as possible. Hopefully some of you will find some comfort reading this.
English is not my first language. Don't hesitate to tell me if something is incorrect.
Bucky opened the door abruptly. His hair was a mess, as if he had been running his hands through them for a while. You could see he was nervous.
He had been cryptic in his text asking you to come over. You weren't sure what it was about but seeing his trembling hands, you knew it had to be important. You looked at him with a smile, trying to ease his nerves.
'Can I come in?'
He then registered the fact that you had been standing in his doorway waiting for him to move his body out of the way. He look at you sheepishly.
'Sorry. Please do come in. I'll get you some water. Are you hungry? I should have made us something to eat. I can heat up some leftov-'
'A glass of water is perfect. And I just ate before coming, thank you though'. You stopped his rambling, a reassuring look on your face. 
He went to the kitchen to fill up two glasses with water.
'So, what did you want to talk to me about?'
He looked at you surprised. 'How do you know I wanted to talk to you about something?'
You smiled. 'Well I guess I know you that well. Or maybe I'm clairvoyant. Also, you might have sent me a text saying are you free, I need to talk to you about something.
'Oh, right' He chuckled a bit, his hand finding its way behing his neck, a slight blush colouring his cheeks.
You could see how hard this was for him, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, he eyes looking everywhere and nowhere all at once. 
'Hey, whatever it is, it's me you're talking to. I understand you're nervous but I’m here to listen. I'm not here to judge or give you unsollicited advice. I'm your friend, and I here, always. You can count on me.'
A small smile found its way on his face. He figured he might as well dive into it, no point in delaying it.
He had known he needed someone to talk to about this. Not just someone, you. And he felt ready. No matter how hard it was to actually say the words out loud, he wanted to. 
He sat down on the sofa gesturing for you to do the same. He took a big breath, and started talking.
'Do you remember when you dressed me up and did my makeup for your show?'
A few weeks back, during one of your shows as a dragcreature, the public had to come wearing at least one item a drag queen/king/person/creature. Bucky had wanted to go all out. He always loved coming to your shows and was hell bent on being the fiercest in the audience. 
You nodded. He had been praised by all your fellow drag performers, having shown up looking like a dark priestess, slaying makeup, hair, outfit and demeanor.
'I felt something as you were doing my makeup. I felt powerful and amazing when I looked at myelf in the mirror'
'I know. I saw how you face lit up. And I noticed how you kept staring at your makeup in the rear view mirror.'
Bucky blushed looking down. 
'Don't be embarassed, I do it too.'
Bucky took a breath, you could see he had started to relax a bit. What he said next showed you he felt safe enough to open up. 
'Back in the army, with the howling commandos, we went out for a drink one night.
We were exhausted, both physically and emotionally and it felt good to take a break. To not be soldiers but a group of people, having a drink, not thinking about the war raging around us. 
Steve was having a hard time relaxing. He didn't know how to put the shield down, not even for one night. So the guys and I, we decided to go do a little private show for him.
We went to the dancers' tent and tried their USO costumes on. The amosphere was light, we were having fun being silly together.'
He took a pause. Looked down, his hands trembling harder. 
'When I put on the costume, I felt that thing. The same thing I felt when you dressed me up. I felt b... I felt beautiful. It felt right. 
And I had the biggest smile on my face. I twirled, I danced, I laughed. I felt like there was nothing that could take that feeling away. 
Steve noticed. Of course he did. He knew me better than anyone. He didn't say anything though. Well, not with words anyway.'
A small, nostalgic smile crept up on his face. 
'He stole one of the USO uniforms, the one I had on that night and gifted it to me. He said it was to remember that night by, but we both knew there was actually a way deeper meaning to it.'
Bucky looked at you, for the first time since he started talking.
'Did you know they kept it? It was in the museum along with the howling commandos' stuff from the war.'
You knew his question was rhetorical so you just nodded, urging him to keep going. 
'While I was recovering in Wakanda, Steve visited me often. Well, he said he came for me but we all knew it was the goats really.' he joked.
The atmosphere felt lighter. Like the more he talked about this, the less scary it became. 
You knew the weight of what he was telling you and it moved you to know you were the one he felt safe to talk about that with. 
He kept going.
'After Okoye helped get rid of he trigger words, he came to celebrate. We spent the night drinking, laughing, remeniscing about our childhood. 
He told me of his life since he'd been in this time. What he had learned, how he tried to build a life for himself here without really ever succeding. How he missed our world. 
He felt that Captain America was all he was anymore. Steve Rogers had died that night on the plane and he never managed to get past that. He never really tried to give himself a new life here. 
He was stuck in this time. I'm so happy that he got his chance to go back. To live the life he was always supposed to live.'
You could see how much he missed his best friend. He had talked to you about that before. The first time the two of you had talked was actually after Steve had gone. You were both overtook with emotion, sad to see a friend go and happy that he finally had a chance at happiness. 
'We both knew I wouldn't want to but he did ask me if I wanted to go back with him. But I knew I didn't belong there anymore. 
I don’t belong anywhere anymore... But I could and I want to. 
'The night before he left, he came to me with a gift. It was that very same costume from all those decades ago. He had stolen it from the museum a few years back. 
He told me that night when we dressed up was one of his fondest memories. One he held close to his heart. Because he understood that I had found a part of myself that night.' 
A tear made its way down his cheek. His voice starting to get uneven. 
'We never really talked about what I felt, what it meant, what I wanted. I think we didn't know how to. But he did tell me something that stuck with me.'
'He said that now, it was my responsibility to bring back the Bucky I was. Or to discover the Bucky I am. Maybe a bit of both. 
This time suited me better than it ever did him. And here, I could actually have a chance to figure out who I wanted to be. Who I had been all this time without knowing, without having the luxury to be. 
'I'm so grateful for that night. And I'm so grateful I got to meet the Steve you knew, even for a little bit.'
You looked at each other and smiled. Steve was the reason you two had met. Even gone, he had found a way to make both your lives less lonely. 
More confidently now, he kept going. 
'I made him a promise that night. To learn to never let anybody define or decide who I am. To learn that only I had the power to do that.'
A tear escaped you. 
'That's beautiful Bucky. And really brave too. 
I'm glad you had those moments. Even if they were few and far between.'
Bucky smiled. He took a moment to think back. He was grateful to have been able to experience those tiny little moments where he felt whole. But he wanted more. 
He looked at you expectedly.
'I asked you here because I need your help. I'm trying to figure out who I am. How to be the person I want to be now. How to be a person now. I know what I want to learn but I don't know where to start or what to ask.
Or who to talk to, exept you. I trust you, I have since the moment I met you. And you have taught me so much already. I'm asking you to teach me more. To support me and guide me through this journey.’
You smiled and took his hands in yours. 
'You are so brave. And you should be so so proud of yourself. I know I am. 
This is a potentially difficult and terrifying journey but oh how beautiful a journey it is. It won't always be easy, but no matter what you find out about yourself, it is worth it. Believe me. 
We've talked about what the gender spectrum is and how it can express itself. How it's vast and both very simple and quite overwhelming. And how you don't have to know where you find yourself in it. 
And the way you're feeling today, how you would define yourself today doesn't have to be the same as the way you feel tomorrow. 
That's part of the beauty of gender.'
'Was it hard for you? Did you always know?'
'It was hard. Very hard at times. But it was also so easy. I didn't know, not for the longest time. 
It came slowly at first.  When I would read about transgender people, non-binary or otherwise, sharing their story, I would understand. I would relate even. 
After a while, I allowed myself to realise that if I felt like I understood, like I knew where they came from then maybe it was where I belonged. 
The more I thought about freeing myself from the binary, the lighter I felt. The closer to myself I felt. 
I was lucky enough to have very supportive friends who were by my side as I naviguated all the questions and changes that came.
They never rushed me or asked me to know exactly who I was or to have any sort of answer. They understood that I was trying to figure out my identity. That I felt as lost as much as I felt found. 
I can't tell you it will go well with everyone because unfortunately it won't. But I hope you know you can find that kind of support with me. I think you can find it with Sam too, if you want.’ 
He nodded. He might not be ready to talk about that with Sam yet, but he did know he could. 
'The world has evolved, but there are still some people who don't want to accept it or who don't want to see it. And they can be so violent in their need for us not to exist. 
And then there are people who will love you and accept without ever really understanding. Not because they don't want to. They just can't seem to, i guess? 
My family is that way. When I came out to them, they asked questions. Tried to understand what it meant, how it felt like. And no matter how much they tried, they never really did understand. 
You looked down.
'They are the only people who still use my deadname you know.
Some of them because they are having a hard time wrapping their heads around the idea that I'm not the person they saw me as. Some of them refusing to accept that I'm not actually the person they saw me as.'
'I'm sorry y/n. I know how much it hurts you.'
'Yes, it does hurt. When they use my deadname, when they don't use the right pronouns. When they invalidate me feeling bad when they do that. 
But they still love me. Me being me has never changed the way they love me. 
Of course I wish they would respect who I am. And I know my situation would not be acceptable for some people. And I get that I really do.
Having your parents still love you after you come out shouldn't be something to be grateful about. But for now, I guess having their love has to be enough for me.'
You took time to reflect. Thinking about how your family is handling your transition hurts, and it's hard to navigate not wanting to lose them while asking for them to respect who you are.
You tried to find the right words. 
'My family is the one I made. The one I'm making, the one I'm choosing everyday. Composed of both relatives and the amazing people whom I love and want to share my life with. 
And you are one of them you know. One of the people who sees me for who I am and loves me unconditionally. 
And I love you and I see you.'
You were both crying. Not sad tears, maybe not happy tears either. But the tears you get from beeing seen. Truly seen. The tears you get from feeling the love someone has for you. The tears that make you feel like maybe you can learn to love yourself that way too. 
He smiled. 
'I love you and I see you.'
'I'll by your side, Buck. Through this journey and any other, always. I'll support you, I'll be there when you need a hug, a book, a sickening makeup, a person to cry with, a person to laugh with. When you need my wonderful vegan banana bread.'
He laughed. You loved hearing him laugh.
'I mean it. I'm here, for it all. I love you.'
He came closer and took you in his arms. Held you so tight. You stayed like that for a while, neither one of you ready to let go. He was crying. You could feel a wet spot growing on your shoulder. You didn't mind. He put his head in the crook of your neck and whispered
'I love you.'
Thank you for reading and remember you are loved ❤️
You can always come to me if you need someone to talk to. We have to be there for each other 🥰
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ang3lik · 9 months
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nsfw warning under the cut.
warnings. body worship
thinking about absolutely worshipping tom’s cock…
he’s sat in his office chair, you kneeled on a pillow under his desk, sat comfortably between his knees. you’ve pulled his cock out of his sweats, his length half hard as you thumbed at his tip, a string of precum connecting as you pulled away.
you start to gently press kisses on the underside of his cock. little pecks before darting out your tongue to lick and blow. his cock jumping at the feeling of the warm then cold contact. he lets out small groans as he feels your tongue trace the veins protruding.
you lean up slightly taking him completely down your throat, your nose grazing his pubes as you hold yourself down. his hips start to jump as your eyes water, pulling away as your gulp in air.
your wet lips kiss his tip as your let the spit that gathered, dribble down, your hand stroking him slowly, using your spit as lube. you lean back down, your tongue following as you lick around the base.
flattening your tongue, you start to lick at his sack, his balls resting on your tongue as they pulsate. cum starts to drip from his tip slowly catching on your cheeks and around your mouth, your hand milking him before taking him down your throat again.
you hold yourself down again, this time hearing his overstimulated whimpers. maybe you told him he couldn’t touch you, to keep his hands on top of his desk. you lift off again, going further down.
kissing and licking at his taint and pulling away to spit and dribble all over him. you repeat your actions for over an hour. his cum spent all over himself, his stomach and hips, and all over your lips, cheeks, hands and chest, mixed in with your spit.
his eyes closed in ecstasy as his thighs shook slightly. he pulls you up from underneath his desk, giving you a small kiss, tasting himself before taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning himself up.
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xer-melody · 1 year
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Request are open!
I'm Gabriel or Gabe, I'm a minor. I use he/him pronouns.
I write for male readers, nb readers, gender neutral readers, and trans masc readers only!
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Wednesday Addams x male!vampire!reader
Love came in many different forms, luckily, your morbid form matched Wednesday’s perfectly.
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adriansboyfriend · 3 months
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I know this is my third post about him. I’m sorry. 😩 Didn't know how to end this, sorry, sorry! Nsfw under the cut.
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Bob had his back resting against the couch, head thrown back, panting, as his white t-shirt stuck to his chest from the slight sheen of sweat. His face was flushed a bright red, gripping the arm of the couch tightly as he tried to steady his breathing. His eyebrows scrunched up as he let out a moan. He peered down at me through hooded eyes, his military-issued glasses sliding down his nose. I was on my knees, elbows propped on his thighs with his cock in my mouth. I pulled off of him, my hand still wrapped around the base of him. “Darlin’ we’re supposed to be watchin’ the show.” His accent is thick from arousal. I place a few kisses to his tip, before swiping my tongue over his slit. He bucked up into my face as I looked into his eyes, “You can gorgeous, but I’ve got better things to do.” I reply, smirking, taking him back into my mouth. “Fuuuuck!” He groans out, gripping the meat of my thick thigh a bit too hard. I stop my ministrations to give him a look. “‘M sorry, pretty boy. Just can’t help it. Your mouth is s’good.” He loosened his grip to caress where his fingers left an indentation. I moan around him as his fingers snake up my inner thigh to brush against my pajama shorts. I lock eyes with him as he pulls them to the side to find my soaking wet cunt. Bob groans as his fingers slide through my folds. “You naughty little thing, you’re not wearing any underwear.” His pupils are blown wide from lust as he watches me. I trail my tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick. Bob’s chin rests on his chest as he watches my mouth bob up and down him. The two of us teasing one another; waiting to see who’ll cave first. It doesn't take long before he's begging me for more. I smile around him, unable to deny him when he looks so pretty for me. I take as much of him as I can, my hand stroking what I can't fit. Bob let out a loud moan, “T-thank you. Shit, sweetheart.” He slips a finger into me as he screws his eyes shut. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he moves it in and out of my pussy.
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twst-campos13 · 7 months
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marrymesev · 1 year
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Ayo, nonbinary pals attention please
I was thinking about Jake Lockley with teen!nonbinary!reader and as we all know, frog for some reason is just symbol of nonbinary
So hear me out
Imagine him calling you “Ranita” as a platonic pet name, because ranita means “little frog” (or at least that's what translator Google told me)
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT
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