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keresnotceres · 11 months

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TF 141: Realizing They Love You HCs

[sfw] cw: none :)

Ghost was unable to tell that he was absolutely enamored with you until Soap pointed it out to him. As soon as his period of denial is over, (in which he basically ignored you, no matter the circumstances), he finally begins to pay attention to you again. Almost too much attention, however.

He watches your every move. In training he points out every flaw you make; whether it be in your stance or your pace. He thinks he’s being helpful — you think he’s being an ass. Soap has to restrain himself from ‘accidentally’ letting it slip that you

You’re on his mind at least half the time, always praising you to himself. How well you did in training, how much you improved, how nice your hair looked in a certain style.

Gaz figured it out after you made some sort of joke along the lines of ‘I guess you’re just in love with me’ á la Mean Girls. He scoffed at it at first, bordering in a laugh, but the smirk on his face almost fell immediately because god dammit you were right.

He genuinely tries to make more time for you despite the military schedule you guys are kept on. He invites you to go out drinking with him some night, others he’s too nervous to even look you in the eyes.

He keeps his feelings close to his chest, he thinks it would be the death of him if the others found out. He’s not being very secretive when all he does half the time is stare at you adoringly.

Soap knew from the getgo. He’s had his fair share of girls in the past; he knows how this works. But damn him if his heart doesn’t ache twice as hard when you mention past relationships or current dates.

Accidentally told Ghost that he’s head over heels for you and Ghost has not let him rest. Absolutely relentless. Sparring? You and Soap get paired together. Sitting on the helo during a mission? You and Soap are squished next to each other. It’s hard to tell if Soap is also doing it.

Nearly every thought running through his mind is about you. Your eyes are so pretty, your hair is so cool, you look so good in the military uniform, you look so good in your civvy clothes. If anyone is reading his mind they’re probably only going to find you and incoherent Scottish phrases.

Price was able to realize he was in love with you, but was more guilty than the others. You’re younger than him by a good chunk, somewhere in Soap and Gaz’s age range, and he’s your boss. Power imbalance out the wazoo.

Despite the guilt, he treats you with almost more respect than he does Ghost. Always trying to give you praise even where you don’t really deserve it. Trying to reinforce that, even though you’re not at the same level as the rest of the 141 is, you’re still pretty damn good.

He likes talking to you outside of work-related topics and remembers nearly everything you tell him. Your favorite flower? He’s memorized that shit. You wanted to go to University? What did you want to major in? What’s the one band you were talking to Gaz about after the debriefing? He’s very interested.

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pixie-ass · 5 months

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Tim LaFlour x F!Coquette(ish) reader

Readers a girl in his english class, inspired by the scene of him reading Langston Hughes. They're opposites bc I think the opposite aesthetic trope is so damn cute.

I have a lot of ideas for this trope that I'll try to add!

Warnings - none except for fluff with my fav punk!

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Tim was not the best at poetry. Needless to say, english literature wasn't one of his strongest suits. That's why when the professor had assigned a very long, very taunting poetry book along with an analysis, he was fucked. Not only that but he didn't really know anybody in that class to ask for help and he was sure his roommate, Daryl, was as clueless as him.

As class was dismissed and all the students were beginning to leave, Tim packed his stuff up, sighing as he began to think. The class size wasn't big, so as people walked out, he looked around for anyone who seemed helpful, only to catch eyes with a particular girl.

He'd noticed her since the beginning of the semester. She always sat second row on the right and would never talk unless called on. He noticed all her supplies were a light shade of pink, which he thought suited her. She'd always dress with light colors too, very put together. Tim sat in the row behind her a few seats to her left so he'd always find himself zoning out on her, only because she stood out.

“Do you know how to do this?” He'd take his chance and ask her, she seemed so sophisticated taking notes everyday, he was sure she'd know what she was doing. Her eyes widened and she seemed to go from shock, to confusion, to acceptance all in the span of a second. “Yeah, we're just going through the book assigned and analyzing the poems. Pretty easy.” She smiled as she swung her backpack (light pink of course) over her shoulders.

“I got that, but I don't get it, like how we're supposed to analyze. I suck at this class.” She giggled in response, causing Tim's brows to knit in confusion, he couldn't find what was amusing. “It's pretty simple, if you want, I can help you.” She offered him a sweet smile that caused him to smile. He nodded, “Yeah, that'd be awesome! We can work in my dorm.”

She nodded, “I'm y/n by the way.” She offered her hand out for him to shake. He slipped his hand into hers, feeling her soft skin and admiring how well taken care of her nails were. “Tim! Nice to meet ya." He stared into her eyes almost dumbfounded as he shook her hand, a dumb smile plastered on both their faces.

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A knock on the door startled Daryl as he sat in the living room, tense from the drug effects. Tim opened the door to his dorm, quickly walking over to the front door and opening it, “Hey! Welcome, welcome, you can make yourself right at home. My rooms over here.” Daryl raised a brow as he watched the very opposite girl walk in. Her light clothed and accessories a blinding contrast to everything Tim owned. It was almost comedic.

“We’re gonna be studying, dawg, so don't interrupt so we can get smart.”

“Yeah man, don't worry. You have fun.” He responded, a teasing hint in his tone.

As the girl walked into his room, she couldn't help but look around, admiring all the punk posters and dark themes. She stood out like a sore thumb. Her white sweater, blue jeans, and pink accessories were almost blinding in there. Tim noticed straight away, letting out a small chuckle as he shut the door. “You listen to any of them?” He asked, pointing to his various punk band posters. As expected, she shook her head, “No, haha. They look sick, though.” This caused Tim to smile as she set her bag down on the floor next to his bed. He motioned for her to sit, and she did.

Immediately, she began pulling out the poetry book and some paper. I guess she was here for business. Tim sat down across from her, getting his own stuff out. As she got a paper, she began explaining, Tim nodding in response as he listened. It seemed a hundred times easier to listen to her than the professor. After explanations he began to understand, they'd take turns reading poems out loud, analyzing, highlighting, and annotating what they agreed was important, (though it was mostly Y/n who would point out most and Tim would just agree since she seemed so pleased).

Tim noticed that when she would concentrate she would chew on the end of her pencil, her glossy pink lips attracting him like a moth to light. She had pretty lips and he couldn't help but stare at them, his own mouth seeming to slightly open as he stared until he had to catch himself multiple times.

After about 2 hours of this, they'd finished more than half the assignment, and they were both more than exhausted. It was nearly midnight. Yawning, y/n shut the poetry book, packing her papers into her folder. They hadn't chit chatted a lot, Tim didn't want to interrupt her focus so as they cleaned up Tim spoke up.

“So do you enjoy poetry? You seemed really into all the poems.” Y/n shrugged as she packed away the last of her things, “I guess I do. I like the beauty and emotion put into poems. They're really beautiful if you read them right.” Her response was said in a sleepy tone but was so sincere, Tim found himself feeling a sort of admiration along with a tingling in his stomach.

He smiled at her as she broke out into a yawn again. “You seem tired, we should get to sleep, eh.” He suggested standing up and fixing his bed to rest. She also stood up, stretching her body. “How fars, your dorm? I can walk you. It's pretty late, so I wouldn't want you to get spooked.” She giggled as he said it. Mostly, his tone was what made her laugh.

“It's all across campus, on the other side of the main hall.” His brows raised in concern. “That far? That's like a 10 minute walk.” He knew it wasn't far but she seemed so tired he wasn't sure if she'd even make it, she looked one blink away from knocking over like a leaf in the wind.

“You'd be better off staying here.” She raised a brow at his comment, a frown appearing on her soft face, “I'm not dumb enough to stay in a college guys dorm for the night. If you're thinking what you are, know I'm not the one.” Her sleepy voice was now stern as she headed for the door, her walk telling him that his comment had made her upset.

“Hey, hey. I didn't mean it like that. I promise! I'm on a no sex, drugs, or anything sinful pact so I swear I didn't mean anything that you're thinking.” He raised his arms up in defense, watching as she stopped and turned around, eyeing him.

“I was just saying, since you look so tired. I think it'd be better for you to just sleep here than walk all the way over there.” She stared at him in silence for a few long seconds.

She was only thinking it through so much since she really found Tim to be cute. Ever since she'd laid eyes on him as he walked in through the door mid-lecture, she'd felt her cheeks go pink. Something about the way he looked, or carried himself, or talked, it all fascinated her, and soon enough, she found herself crushing on him like a high school girl.

Sighing, she responded, “Okay, fine. But only because I really am so exhausted.” Tim's face seemed to go from upset to a beaming smile quickly. “Awesome! You can borrow one of my T-shirts if you want. And you can take the bed. I'll take the floor.” He exited the room after tossing a t-shirt onto the bed, leaving her a very flustered and hot mess. Her heart was racing as she lifted up the shirt he'd left for her. It was of a punk band. It smelled just like Tim. She blushed as she put it on. She blushed as she got into Tim's very soft and warm bed, blushed at how sweet it was for him to offer to sleep on the floor.

As she tucked in, Tim knocked, walking in after she answered and smiled down at the view of her covered in his blanket, completely bundled from neck down.

"Thank you for helping me by the way. Learned more from you then the professor, goodnight.”

He shut the lights off, and y/n heard as he shuffled on the floor. Looking down, she saw him lying with a comically small blanket and a decor pillow. Her heart raced in her ears as she decided if she should speak or not.

“You can sleep on the bed, Tim. It's your bed anyway, so I'd feel terrible if you slept on the floor.” She was also pitied by the sight of his tall figure under that poor excuse of a blanket. She heard him shuffle and next thing he was standing.

“You sure? Really, I'm alright sleeping on the good ole floor.” He chuckled.

“Im sure.” She scooted over to the other side, patting the bed. He didn't hesitate even a second as he tucked in beside her, far enough to not make her uncomfortable. As her eyes adjusted, she could begin to make out his silhouette in the dark. That's when she realized how close he really was, and she found a new found heat on her face. She went to cover her head with the blanket as if he could see her reddened cheeks.

“Tim.? You still awake?” She spoke softly under the covers. The soft ruffle of the pillow case sounded, “Yeah. What's up?” He whispered back.

Her hands seemed to tingle along with the butterflies in her stomach. She uncovered herself and moved her body so she could stare at him and him at her, he was already facing her direction though.

“Thank you for letting me stay, I didn't tell you, but it means a lot that you care.” She offered a sleepy smile as she stared into his face. He smiled back, and though she couldn't see it, she could see the outline of his cheeks when he did so.

“It's no biggie. Just the right thing to do. You tell me if you had a pretty girl in your dorm who was tired and lived far away that you wouldn't feel bad if she was alone.” His statement caused her to let out a small giggle into the sheets, which in turn caused her heart to flutter.

She scooted closer to him, not much, not enough to be noticeable in the dark but enough to where she could feel how warm he was, a huge grin spread across her face. "Goodnight, Tim…" Her eyes were far too heavy to keep open now, she shut them, and without a thought cuddled into Tims side causing him to freeze.

He slowly looked down at her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, her closed eyes and her features. Gently he wrapped his arm around her, feeling her shift closer to him, his heart ramming against his chest. She was so small in his arms, so warm, he felt himself leaning into her head, resting his head against the top of hers, caressing her back as she slept. He wasn't sure why he was doing this or why he felt so much in his gut.

All he knew was that he was happy, holding her and admiring her. That he was feeling far too much all at once.

He'd have to talk to her about this tomorrow. His emotions would be the death of him.

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angelmaxxing · 2 months

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#me #girlblogger #femcel #i <3 dilfs #girlblogging #coquette #lana del rey #webcam pics #girl interrupted #hell is a teenage girl #lizzy grant #female manipulator #waif chic #this is what makes us girls #my year of rest and relaxation #dollete #the virgin suicides #trailer park princess

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sadomas0chist · 2 years

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tinder date

ღ businessman!toji, age gap, doggy, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, oral m&f receiving, spanking, LOTS of praise, size kink if you squint, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie (?) MDNI // +18

ღ go to event

so what if he’s older than you? it wasn’t your first rodeo, nor your first tinder match. summer was only a month away now and your hormones were starting to kick in. hot girl summer it is.

you swiped right, and… it’s a match.

you squirmed in your bed, the number on the screen exciting you. you were old enough to take care of yourself so that wasn’t an issue. you were simply skeptical that a 39 year old man would have a body like that. what if he was a catfish?

it was soon enough that he texted you and exchanged some pictures to confirm that he was indeed the actual person in the picture and ended up asking to meet up.

toji fushiguro

if you’re free today, you can come over at 6 pm. i will be home by then.

how could you possibly deny such a handsome man? your response lead you to the elevator that was constantly going up the floors until it stopped at the 10th floor, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. you fixed your hair and face in front of the mirror before stepping out and entering the code he sent you. don’t bother knocking, he said, i might be attending an online meeting. you did as told and silently went in, your eyes immediately fixating on the man wearing a black suit, his hands on the table as he conversed with whoever was listening to him through his MacBook's screen. fuck. he’s sexy.

he acknowledged your presence by giving you a warm smile, the meeting ending shortly after, giving him the chance to properly welcome you into his home. “i can see you like punctuality, toji fushiguro, as you already know, pleased to meet you,” he grinned, his face looking down at you making you realize how much buffer and taller he was. “i didn’t want to keep you waiting, y/n, it’s nice to meet you too.” you shook his hand, his eyes looking at your face. it was hard to maintain eye contact, especially when he was rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your hand. he couldn’t stop. you felt so smooth.

“where are my manners,” he joked taking a few steps back and walking to his minibar. “fancy a drink?“ you shook your head, wanting to get over the awkward small talk. you weren’t here to make friends but you didn’t want to upset him. he seemed genuinely nice. toji must have caught up with your thoughts, his hand rubbing his chin as he checked you out, your summery dress hugging your curves and slightly stopping mid-thigh. it was hard to focus on being cordial when what you wanted was clearly to get fucked until you were completely sore.

“hm i see,” he chuckled, his body now inches away from yours. “you know,” he rested his index finger underneath your chin to tilt it up. “you can say it darling, don’t be shy and tell me what you want,” he rubbed his thumb against your lips slightly parting them and sliding in your mouth, your tongue almost immediately twirling around it as you gently sucked on it. “there she is, so sweet and obedient,” toji smirked down at you, your giggly composure boosting his ego. "you seemed feisty on this dumb app, looks like you're just a submissive pretty girl." he pulled out his thumb to squeeze your cheeks together.

you didn’t know why he was affecting you that much. you’ve been on tinder dates before, this isn’t new. but the way he was handling this got you so weak to the point where you could feel your legs give out at any second. you felt him grab your hand in his much bigger one, walking you to another room. once he opened the door, you couldn’t help but slightly part your lips at how big his room was. not only he was hot, but he was also rich. “i didn’t take you for the quiet type,” his voice was low, the sound of the door closing snapping you back to reality.

“i’m not.”

“we’ll see about that, yeah? now come sit on the bed so we can discuss a few things, honey,” toji took his blazer off and tossed it on his couch, his hands working on getting rid of his expensive watch then carefully placed it on his bedside table. you were watching him silently, your thighs squeezing together. he was tormenting you, he wanted you to crack and beg him for it. you already made an impression of being obedient, might as well enjoy having some power before he fucks it out of you.

your thoughts lead you to crawl towards him, your hands spreading across his clothed chest, undoing his first few buttons. “tell me what you’re into and i’ll see if i’m still interested.” you teased, sliding your hand in the gape of his dress shirt, the pads of your fingers slightly going over his nipples. toji lowly chuckled, letting you have your fun. “i enjoy roughness, although i don’t know how rough i can be with you, you look so delicate it makes me want to fuck your brains out, sounds paradoxical but you're insatiable,” your pupils dilated, the sudden change of his behavior exciting you. toji turned you around and held you against his torso, his hands rubbing your waist and hips.

“here’s what’s going to happen, i’m going to do whatever the fuck i want with you, and you’re going to let me, know why?” you whimpered when he cupped your covered cunt. “because, for the next few hours, your pretty pussy is mine.” you eagerly nodded, wanting nothing more than him having his way with you. toji smirked against your skin, dragging his wet tongue up your neck while still rubbing your pulsating sex. you mewled and arched your back, his teasing making you desire him even more. "you're teasing me, stop it." you pout, forcing yourself to turn around and push him down, your legs going on each side of his sides and sitting on his hard erection.

"i want to have fun," you ground your hips, a slight hiss leaving his lips as he held your hips and watched you glide yourself on him, " and i thought i made it clear, but,' you trailed off chuckling, your body now bending over so you could whisper in his ear, "all you want to do is brag and tease, i think you don't even know what you're doing." and that was your mistake. the moment you uttered those wrongful words in his ear, his grip got harsher and he instantly flipped you over. toji grabbed your throat, squeezing slightly to cut the air, the single movement making you clench your thighs together.

"you nasty slut, pushing my buttons," toji slightly slapped your cheek then held your chin to maintain eye contact. "i'm going to fuck you so good baby, you just wait," he let go of you face, the scar on his lip upturning as he slid his body down and spread your legs open, the dress you were wearing moving up your thighs, making it easier for him to slide off your laced panties. "look at this," toji smacked your cunt, your legs almost closing together, "so pretty and wet, i'm gonna fucking devour your pussy doll," his head dipped in, his hands forcing your thighs apart as he kitty licked your clit, your fingers tangling in his hair for support.

he was moving his tongue at a torturing pace, never letting you adjust. 't-toji... more mhm," he sucked on your pussy before letting go, his eyes staring into yours. "not my name, try again," he spat on your spasming and cunt and dove back in, his thumb teasing your clit. "please daddy, want more," you wiggled, crossing your legs around him. "now that's more like it," he pushed his ring and middle fingers in one smooth move earning a gasp before he began scissoring them inside you. "gotta make sure you're ready to take me, baby, don't want you pushing me away," he went on with his movement before pushing his fingers up against your spot. "you won't push me away now will you?" he cocked his eyebrow, his fingers ever slightly gliding inside your velvet walls. "no daddy, won't push you away, ngh, want your cock..."

"so pretty and needy, gotta love that sight." toji scoffed, fingering you at a steady and fast pace, your face scrunching up as you felt your orgasm approach. his thumb was gently rubbing against your clit, the smoothness, and softness of his movement contradicting the roughness that his fingers were creating inside your cunt. you were so close, eager to let go all over his face, but toji had other plans.

"no why would you do that," you whined as he removed his long digits. he didn't answer you, instead he began undressing until he stood completely naked in front of you, his long and thick cock standing proudly in front of you and he brought himself to your face, his knees slightly bending so you could take him in your mouth. "thought you wanted my cock," he spat on his palm and dragged it across his shaft, his veins prominent and the slight curve of his mushroom tip making you salivate. so perfect.

toji tapped his dick on your agape mouth, encouraging you to part your lips further open. you sucked on his red tip, earning another hiss from the buff man above you, his beautiful toned chest and abs perfectly structured. he is so hot. you wrapped your hand around his girth, pumping the rest of his length but toji was getting impatient. he never denied being impatient, to him, it didn't make him any less of a gentleman. "i'm sorry baby, but daddy's gonna take control now, open wide." you frowned for a bit until he pushed his entire cock down your throat, gasping at the warmth of your throat.

"that's it, baby, breathe." you gagged, finding it difficult to control your breathing as he thrust his hips, pressing your head down the pillow. toji was enjoying himself, your pretty eyes pooling out tears and your cheeks hallowed by the squeeze of his hand. you were at his mercy and he was doing whatever he wanted with you.

"such a good girl, letting daddy fuck himself down her throat." he hummed throwing his head back, your hand reaching around his thigh to fondle his balls catching him off guard. "ah shit, you little vixen, fuck," his thrust became quicker and more urgent, giving you more room to breathe properly. toji reached his hand back to toy with your throbbing cunt again, enjoying how you started to moan on his dick, causing vibrations to go through his body. your jaw was hurting but oh god was the sight worth it. watching him struggle as he was continuously losing himself to the drunken sight f your puffy eyes and choked-out face. he was about to cum at any moment but again, he was a gentleman. he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure he ripped away from you.

you slightly frowned when he removed his thick dick from you, your masochist urges slightly disappointed, but toji wasn’t done here. “turn around baby c’mon, show daddy your beautiful ass.” toji flipped you over, his hand on his chin as he watched you arch your back to him, ass up standing proudly, your nasty mind pushing you to spread your cheeks with your hands, your throbbing cunt full-on display. “yeah, that’s more like it,” he grunted, pumping his shaft before tapping it against your entrance.

toji squeezed the flesh of your ass before painfully and slowly dragging his length into your warm walls, the stretch of his cock making you gasp and wince. your fingers tangled in the sheets, and your head was thrown back as you enjoyed the way he was tormenting you. “didn’t think you’d be taking me so well, you’re doing so good darling, so good,” he breathed thrusting his hips further until his trimmed pubic hair was brushing against your ass. “shit, daddy,” you mewled, your body almost going jelly to the pure feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock.

“let me help you, baby,” he whispered, grabbing your hips, helping you to maintain your somewhat arched position. “daddy’s gonna fuck you now yeah? now take it,” you whimpered as he pulled out, his tip still stuffed between your walls, “take it all like the good girl you are,” he grunted pushing himself back in, in one rough slam, causing your body to jolt forward. it was an exquisite type of pain. the pain that felt great even when it was hurting you. toji was relentlessly thrusting his hips forward, your body trying to meet his thrust as you threw your ass back on him.

“yeah, yeah just like that, fuck me back,” he groaned in ecstasy, wrapping his arms around you to reach for your swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. you clenched around his girth, your once ripped orgasm building up again, now with more anticipation. toji winced at the squeeze, spanking your ass with his big palm, and smirked at the jiggle.

“look at how you’re trembling, fuck,” he quickened his pace, the sound of your skin slapping together growing louder. “i-i’m gonna cum… more, mhm,…” your face was now buried in his pillows, tears dropping from your eyes. toji pressed your body down, bending his body over yours to press himself against you. toji wrapped your hand in his, his breathing now tickling your neck and ear. “cum on my cock darling, cum on daddy’s cock,”

toji titled your head to taste your moans as you came around him, his tongue toying with yours as he kept pounding into you. “gonna milk my cock now? yeah?” he taunted biting your earlobe. your head was still clouded by your orgasm, your body moving submissively under him, wanting nothing more but to satisfy him. your lips curved up in a smile when you began to hear his faint moans and whimpers, his black sweating hair brushing against the nape of your neck.

“want your cum, please,” you begged, your hand still interlocked with his. toji gave it a firm squeeze, his thrusts turning from sloppy to unbelievably hard and fast, reaching after his orgasm. you panted and cried as he was taking you, the movement of your clit against the mattress causing some more friction. “shit, shit i’m gonna cum, ah, i’m cumming, holy fuck,” he whimpered, reaching under you to grab at your breast, emptying his load deep inside you.

“you better expect me to call you again.”

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