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ghostking4m · 18 hours
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god just imagine him drilling into you and you squirm away a bit so he just roughly grips your hips and pulls you back against his thrusts??? i need him like yesterday
warnings: slapping, rough sex
You pause, just for a moment—just for a breath—and Nick grabs you by the waist and pulls you down. The stretch burns. You try to pry his hands off on instinct alone.
The slap is more sound than feeling. It makes you yelp anyway, hand flying to your face in shock. A stinging pain spreads from your cheek to your jaw.
Nick's hands return to your waist. “Don’t fucking do that,” he grits out. “You wanted this, you can sit there and take it. Or I'll tie your hands behind your back so you don't have a choice. Got it?”
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ghostking4m · 18 hours
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just had another vision, this one being Nick getting his dick teased while trying to edit, post something on ig, or answer an email about a new development with space camp…trying to type or look at footage while feeling a warm mouth between his spread legs, the vibrations of his guy moaning around his length making his eyes roll back and almost hit a wrong button
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IM BARKING LIKE A RABID DOG
and he would try so hard to stay focused but before you know it he’s slamming that laptop closed and gripping on to his bf’s hair, pushing his head down further making him gag around him while he groans
“god you’re so fucking good mm”
“fuck just like that”
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ghostking4m · 18 hours
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It’s late at night the window is slightly open letting in a little gleam of light, illuminating Nick’s face while he looks absolutely heavenly pounding into you. It feels so good you just can’t help but close your eyes, but you’re met with a harsh slap to the face “Be a good boy and keep your eyes open baby”
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ghostking4m · 18 hours
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nick kissing headcannons??
Kisses.
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I just know that this man LOVES kisses.
he needs at least 20 kisses every day or he'll be grumpy.
he's fine with one or two peaks, but he doesn't classify them as kisses. for him a real kiss is a full make out session.
he loves being grabbed by the hair. PULL AND PUSH HIM BY THE HAIR, he loves it, eats that shit up.
likes to feel you close when you kiss, puts his arms around you to pull you closer, and will make you sit on his lap when the two of you are in his/your room.
isn't the biggest fan of PDA, buuuuut, will steal a few kisses from you here and there. he'll do it even more if they get you shy or nervous.
literaly can't live without your kisses, will tell you to come to his house or if he can go to your place just bcs he wanted to kiss you);
always pulls the ''one more'' card when you or him have to go, but he can't get enough of your kisses);
he also loves kissing your cheeks and neck.
loves it when you do the same.
gets grumpy when he doesn't get a good morning or good night kiss.
''LET'S MAKE OOOOUT!!!!!''
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ghostking4m · 18 hours
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Date night with Nick
Nick Sturniolo x male reader
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💓 Taglist : @matty-bear @lacysturniolo @freshloveee @mattsturnioloarchive @dwntwn-strnlo @patscorner @pepsiimaxx
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ghostking4m · 18 hours
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your camera roll if you were dating nick sturniolo 🌷
(male!reader × nick sturniolo)
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ghostking4m · 2 days
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blue current.
clark kent x male reader headcanons.
warnings: fluff, co-workers at the daily planet, maws!clark, soft!clark, intern!reader.
a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've written anything! i feel so bad because i've been swamped with school, so hopefully this will hold you guys over until i post my next fic! it's not much, but i've been feeling fluffy as of recent, and clark is the perfect candidate, HAHA. idk, i've been feeing low-key creatively stuck for writing, so hopefully this well get me out of the slump!
gif credits to: fukutomichi!
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—clark was smitten from the moment he first laid eyes on you.
—it had only been the fourth month into his internship, but it was no secret that the higher-ups, and even his colleagues, have been impressed by clark's rapid growth.
—it was enough to ensure their trust in clark to train the new intern as the lead journalist had taken a month off for vacation. while he had his doubts if he would do a good job, clark always loved challenging himself.
—his mother had always reminded him: one who feared failure will never achieve greatness.
—sure, you weren't being mentored by the best journalist in the city. though, you had to admit that you felt defeated since miss lane was the only reason why you chose the daily planet over other internships.
—but bitterness turned to throat-drying, cheek-flushing, and hand-flexing sweetness when you came in your first day and met the man who would be training you.
—for clark, it was the drowsiness in your gaze that suddenly brightened when he met your eyes. if he could have seen his own face, clark would reckon that his eyes lit up the same way yours did upon meeting you for the first time.
—he's so... handsome. maybe training him wouldn't be so bad after all...
—his blue eyes sucked you in like heavy ocean current, but instead of fighting back the pull like any sane person would, you allowed him to drown you in the gorgeous wash his gaze doted on you with.
—god, are you toying with me right now? have you finally come around to my reckless behavior back in high school? i knew you always would!
—it began with a handshake. when clark's large hand cupped into yours, a current of sparks flickered from the bone of your knuckles to his own, and you both released with a gasp.
—"sorry! it must be my vest or something—has a lot of... cotton, i think—" clark assured with a laugh, but cursed his lame excuse in between breaths.
—"no, you're fine! i guess your sweater vest knew i was half-asleep, huh?" you laughed with him, and almost as if it was choreographed, you reached back to rub at your nape when he does, and the discomfort left the collective laughter in a fleeting dance.
—"well, lucky for you, our first stop is the break room! i'll show you how to make a poor man's mocha if you get sick of the coffee here!"
—from then on, you two had quickly become close friends.
—where clark would teach you more hacks to spice up an ordinary roast of coffee, you would return the favor by surprising him on random days with lunch that you prepared the night before.
—on nights where you were too tired to function, you simply settled for sandwiches and prepared an extra meal for clark.
—whether he claimed he forgot his lunch, or was too busy to even take a glance at his lunchbox; eating lunch had become a rarity for him.
—unless it was with you.
—even before opening the brown paper bag, clark knew it was going to be delicious.
—you always remembered what ingredients he liked and disliked since the first time you had lunch with him.
—clark smiled to himself as he ate the meal you didn't have to prepare for him in big bites.
—and then laughed when you watched in amazement and mirrored him like a parrot with messy bites.
—somehow, the thought of cared for was more filling than the actual meal.
—in moments where clark suddenly felt guilt for liking you as more than a friend, he sat silently, staring blankly ahead, with the tissue crumpled in his hands.
—and you sat beside him on the bench, compelled by his silence, while the birds watched from their home of oak and birch.
—it had been happening more frequently: clark's sudden mood shift. no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he attempted to pacify your silent worries with his handsome smile, it was clear that something was bothering him.
—at first, you tried to break him with a joke.
—"geez, was my sandwich that bad?! i guess i shouldn't have used that expired mustard..."
—you've studied clark enough to anticipate a half-hearted chuckle from him; weak, but still had the intention to please. to masquerade his thoughts.
—instead, the birds chirped in his absence, and your frown only deepened as clark maintained a fixed gaze to the pavement.
—"clark?" you nudged him once on the arm, and he immediately dropped his head in between his legs with a heavy sigh.
—"what's wrong?"
—"there'ssomethingigottatellyou..." he muttered into the crook of his elbow, and your brows knitted together in worry, despite your amusement at the fact that he was behaving similarly to a puppy throwing a tantrum.
—"huh? didn't quite catch that when your mouth is full of linen." you gently nudged him once more to vacant the space between his legs, then another with a gentler squeeze to his arm when he doesn't.
—"clark, come on. talk to me." you squeezed harder to the sound of his groans. "people are staring—"
—then another squeeze.
—"there's something..."
—and another.
—"i gotta tell you..."
—and before you could alert him once more, clark returned the pressure into your own palm when he suddenly took your hand into his, and held it as if it was a pirate's lost treasure.
—the warmth of your skin compelled him to sit back up, but he refused to look at you. instead, he gazed every perimeter that didn't involve your eyes.
—the birds again, the sky, the trees, anything to drown out the sight of potential rejection.
—but how you wished he would turn to you right now, because you smiled. wide enough to sting the apple of your cheeks, and as much as you wanted to yell out his name for him to do so, you wanted to let clark do it for himself.
—to take upon the challenge of potentially meeting failure or success.
—heat crept onto his cheeks as he stared at a couple who were charmed by chubby ducks floating on the nearby lake. for a brief moment, he could see you two walking hand-in-hand, while the other free hand threw feed at the eager ducks.
—he was lost in his imagination. a blink turned into a dream, and a dream turned into a desperate paradise.
—it wasn't until the trail of your hand that looped your fingers into his, tightly sharing the warmth of anxiousness with a sticky clamp, that clark opened his eyes again and finally turned to you.
—wet eyes and shaking blues, they told a story that you didn't need to read into.
—silence filled the space between the two of you, then groaned in annoyance when you scooted closer until your knee was pressed to clark's. you folded his hand into yours, still clutching onto him tightly, and laid the joined affection on your lap.
—"i like you too, smallville." your thumb ran several laps over his knuckles to calm the tremors clark had possessed.
—he watched, open-mouthed as if he was about to respond, but the shock trapped the remainder of his words within his throat.
—you lounged back and squinted at the radiance of the sun, the brights of the sky.
—"(m/n)..."
—the sunlight faded into the background as the beauty of your best friend came into frame once again. he absorbed all the color and light of the world until your focus was on him.
—"i really like you."
—the sigh on his lips told a different tale compared to the previous exhales. it curled his lips upwards and finally pacified the shakes that had been bothering clark for months.
—when he pressed his palm back into yours, folding his fingers over your own, you braced for impact as you felt the electrical current from the first day you met him return in stronger pulses. it nipped at your skin, then at clark's, in its desperate escape.
—but clark held tighter, as did you, until the shockwaves melted in his skin, into his veins, then into his blood, and became one with the victorious cheer of his heart.
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Y/N grunts as he gets out of the ruin remains of his flipped over car. He had a gash on his forehead, and he struggled not to cut himself on the broken window glass. Some red-headed chick with a bad attitude flipped his car over like it was made of paper. Y/N's not sure how he survived with so much as a scratch on him, but he's thankful for it.
The woman looked at him. " I couldn't kill you in front of him.  But now that you're alone, I'll make sure you never take him away."
"Who... Mr. Kent? Look, I don't know who or what you are, but you got it all wrong, lady. There is nothing romantic between me and Clark." Y/N said.
"You have a deep connection to him. I felt it."
"Then you're out of your mind. He likes Ms. Lane. Not me." Y/N protested from the safety of his ruined seat.
"Deny it all you wish, I know love when I see it. He would never have been able to pull away from me if he wasn't drawn by his attraction to you." The red-headed lady told Y/N as she drew closer to him.
"Look.... he's straight. He likes women. You're wrong."
"Oh, he may not know it yet. But believe me ... there's a bond. And I could see it on your face when you caught us together. You feel it, too. But I finally found the man that I've wanted all my life, and you can't have him."
"You're fucking crazy!" Y/N said.
In the blink of an eye, she was on Y/N, hand around his throat as she lifted him into the air and started to choke him as he struggled to get away.
Just before Y/N blacked out, Superman came fly down behind them. "Let go of him, now!"
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"Are you gonna tell Elena?" Stefan's voice broke through the silence of the car ride back to Mystic Falls. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white with nervous anticipation between them. Things were weird between them, but last night made them even more prominent.
"Tell Elena, what?" Y/N asked, but he knew what Stefan meant. They both did, Y/N just wanted—needed Stefan to say it out loud.
The older vampire was quiet for a moment. His green eyes were trained on the road ahead of them as if that would save him from having to answer. "Are you going to tell Elena... that I kissed you?"
"Who cares about what Elena thinks. I wanna know why you did it, Stefan. And I want to know, right now." It was a fair question. Who kisses their ex-girlfriend's little brother out of the blue like that in a hotel room?
"I don't know." Stefan said, not looking him in the eyes. He was dodging. Why, though?
"Yes, you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so afraid of Elena finding out. Not that it's any of her business. This is between you and me."
"I didn't mean for it to happen. It was an accident."
"No, it wasn't. You wanted it. I know you did. The way you looked at me. The way you cupped my face. You're a liar, Stefan." Stefan's jaw tightened, and he pulled over as he looked at Y/N before he crashed their lips together.
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ghostking4m · 2 days
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we need more x male readers on this site. like okay dude i totally understand if your target audience is females but like come on man why are x female readers like the standard??☹️
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Lando Norris in Box of Bluffs
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ghostking4m · 2 days
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So Lando went from
"He calls me Daddy, too" to "I'll bring him home by 8"
And the only explanation I have is :
He's meeting Oscar's parents today!
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the hughes pout
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RAWR THIS ONE IS BETTER CUZ THEY’RE SMILING
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