#if you don't want to bear hug the shit out of him i don't trust you

[andy-clutterbuck]

#SANTA FACE #Andrew Lincoln #* #andygifs #*shoving him in my pocket* #i must go #if you don't want to bear hug the shit out of him im not sure i can trust you #just sayin #rogue neck fuzzies 💙

[lovifie]

Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel ❤️

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Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.

Warnings: Poly relationship, mentions of death, mentions of guns, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), alcohol, tipsy while having sex, mentions of cheating but it just three idiots not knowing what poly is ❤️

You didn't notice Ghost entering the room, Johnny keeping your face buried on the mattress. 

Simon wanted to laugh at the scotsman, so stubborn that not even amnesia could make him forget his competitive tendencies. 

“They are doing fine by themselves.” Was all the explanation he gave the two men still drinking tea in the kitchen when he came back. 

By the time the two of you got back to the kitchen, Johnny had a stupid smug smile on his face. Looking at Ghost that was sitting down beside Gaz, and winking at him.

Cheeky fucker.

It made Ghost want to laugh, limiting himself to a silent chuckle. The man didn't even remember who he was, but was at the ready to jump at his neck for even thinking of getting in his way towards you. 

You walked in behind Johnny, cheeks blushed and eyelids slightly dropped with exhaustion. And oh, how bad he wanted you to fall asleep on his arms like a baby.

It clicked on his head then, that he could now that you were back from the dead. He looked at you, smiling when you smiled at him sleepy; and pat his lap opening his arms to you. 

Soap sits at the last available seat, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees you walk past him and sit down on Ghost's lap; who looks at him with a shit-eating grin. Not that he can see his mouth now that he put the mask back, but with the shine of his eyes is enough to know. 

Simon looks down at you, just to see you curl over yourself; resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes with a sigh. He rests his hands on your lower back, interlocking his finger to keep you from slipping from his lap.

“Are you ready to go back home?” Simon asks, making you open your eyes to look at him. 

Your slow blinking makes him remember the random fact that cats do it to express love and trust for their owner. Even if you are not a cat, nor is he your owner. Yet at least. But the feeling is there. 

“Very.” You mumble, your arms moving to hug Ghost's torso. 

You rest your head on his chest, your neck in an awkward position but you don't seem to mind, so neither does Ghost. You eventually close your eyes, breathing slowly steadying; sleep beating you to it. 

Simon can feel Soap's eyes on him, making sure that he doesn't forget how much he hates him.

But Soap is just protecting himself. Because hating the man holding you is easier than admitting that he is having doubts about who is better. But how is he supposed to know who is better when he doesn't know the other man? 

Except you do know the other man. And you know him well enough to fall asleep in his arms, hugging the soldier as if he was a teddy bear.

It's not fair.

Waking up from the grave, coming in and out of conscience and only seeing the angel looking down at him. 

So precious, the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He somehow remembers the tunnel, remembers you. Covered in dust and blood, pulling him out of the rubble.

So strong, strong enough to pull his dead body. He could hear you grunt, call his name, telling him to stay awake, to talk to you. 

And he wanted to do so, he wanted to wake up, jump on his feet, pick you up and take you out of the tunnel bridal style. But he tried to move his arm, and instantly passed out.

The next thing he remembers, is laying on the bed, head throbbing with the biggest headache he has ever felt. And his sweet angel leaning over him, smiling at him as she took a look at the wound. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Before passing out again.

He would wake up, see you, smile at you, and pass out. 

Every time he woke up you would have fewer bruises and every time he woke up you would look more tired. 

He could hear you cry down the hall, frustrated that you couldn't send an SOS. 

He could feel it when you would curl your body next to his on the bed, wanting human contact even if it was from the living corpse on the bedroom. 

Oh, how he wished he could comfort you. Hug you back, warm your body when the temperature dropped at night, dry your tears when you cried yourself to sleep and kiss your lips when you talked about how afraid you were.

There was a window in time when the only thing Johnny knew was you, and he was perfectly satisfied with never knowing anything else. 

He slowly remembered everything else, slowly, year by year, up until a little after he joined the military. But not enough to remember when he originally met you. 

He wondered how it could have been, you told him you were a medic. Did you meet him because he got hurt? Did you meet because you were dragged along with him on a mission? Did you always smile as warmly as you smile at him now or was there a time when you didn't trust him to do so?

He can't imagine you emitting something other than warmth.

Even when you were distressed, tired, in pain and scared, you were still able to build the wall to keep it to yourself; away from him. 

How did he want to jump that wall, let you feel the feelings you were prohibiting yourself. 

He sees the way you sleep on Simon's arms, looking perfectly comfortable, relaxed and safe. 

He doesn't like the man holding you, but seeing you like him so much… only makes him hate him more. 

Johnny knows that you must be exhausted, spending the last 4 months taking care of him 24 hours a day. Johnny had barely started to walk on his own a couple of weeks ago, and before that he needed your help to stand, walk, eat, everything pretty much.

Still, he wishes you would have fallen asleep in his arms instead. 

It is already nighttime by the time Price tells them that the pilot has arrived. You have been awake for a couple of hours by now, all the things you need on your bag already. 

You stayed away from Soap and Ghost since you woke up. Not intentionally or at least not with maliciousness but rather being pulled away by the other two men that had been mourning you for months. 

The latest round of gossip filled in the gaps of your absence by the both of them as you made your way to the rendezvous point. But that only pushed Ghost and Soap against each other in the back.

And without the peace offering of your presence between them, a cold war was starting to boil; both of them expecting the other to attack. 

It wouldn't be clever to do so, and even though it hurts his pride because of the strange squabble they had going on, Simon chose to be the bigger person.

“Johnny.” He called the other, who simply hummed back, not bothering to look at him. “It's nice that you are back.”

Simon's attempt was futile, and Johnny expressed his feelings really clearly when he slightly increased his walking speed, letting Simon know that just because you were walking in front of them it didn't mean that they were walking together.

That was everything that was said between them on the traject of getting back to base; which made the 8 hours long flight quite awkward for them. 

Once the flight landed, a horde of the medical team surrounded you. The word that you were alive clearly travelled to base faster than the plane. 

Price slightly pushed you towards the medics, who were screaming about celebrating that you were back. And even though you sent them a look that was a clear cry for help, they waved you goodbye with a smile on their faces.

Price decides to call it a day for everyone, not wanting to push the mess of a day into developing into something worse somehow. Still, he takes Johnny to show him his old room wanting to help him set in.

Gaz goes with the two of them, and Ghost goes to his office. Not wanting yet to go to his room for the day, and rather choosing to hide behind doors and inside the last book he has been reading. 

He doesn't know what time it is when a knock on the door pulls him out of said book. “C'mon in.” Who he doesn't expect to peek their head in is you, smiling widely at him. “Hi, Si.”

“Hi, love.” He answers, bending the corner of the page to mark it before closing it. “What can I do for you?”

“Can you hide me?” You ask, your body still behind the door. “They think I went to the bathroom.”

Ghost chuckles nodding. “Come in, love.” He says with a smile as you enter the room. It's obvious you have showered, clothes changed into a short white summer dress with tiny green flowers. You walk into the room, locking the door and walking to him. “I think they want to kill me again with that much alcohol.”

“They managed to get you drunk?” He asks, patting his lap for you to sit in it. You walk around the desk, finally sitting over his legs. 

“Not really.” You say, resting your arms on your shoulder. “They did get me tipsy though.” 

“Why didn't you want to get drunk? You should celebrate.” He says, gloveless hand rubbing your thigh.

“Because there are things I need to do.” You say, voice slightly quieter. 

“Can I be one of those things?” 

There is a certain leak of shameless desperation in his voice, a need no kind of mask would be able to bury now. Still, it goes right over your head; or at least Simon hopes it's your own naivety and not your way of softly letting him down so as not to hurt his feelings. 

“You want me to sign your forehead like a piece of paper?” You joke, obviously missing his point; but god would he like to wear your name like his most proudest medal.

“I wouldn't mind.” His hand twitches on your thigh, the possessive thought of wearing a mark of your ownership pushing his mind running.

“Well, of course, no one would see it with the mask.” You chuckle, cocking your head with a smile on your face.

“I would take it off.”

“Can I take it off?”

“Of course you can.”

It's natural for him. Wanting to be in whatever shape and form you want him to be. It also helps that it's not the first time you have seen his face, nor is it the hundredth. As the unit medic, only Price could be an actual opponent as who has seen him the most without the mask. 

Your fingertips find the mask's hem, softly pulling it away from his skin before pulling up. He moves his head, closing his eyes to prevent a possible stab on the eye; and looks at you, barefaced. 

He doesn't have the chance to say anything before you leap forward, his breath hiking up when he thinks you are about to kiss him. Only for you to move up, lips grazing his cheekbone as you sniff his face. 

“I expected the black paint to smell worse.” You say nonchalantly, as if you didn't just send every sense on his body into overdrive. 

Simon would be angry with himself if he wasn't so endeared with you. He is a grown man, stuttering because your face got close to his. It was always easier with Johnny, he could hide behind the Lieutenant rank and admire from a distance. 

But you are a medic, he is not your lieutenant. You are above the law to him, and there is no hiding from your inquisitive eyes and gentle touches. Still, Simon promised himself back at the house that he would take the second chance life has given him, taking both of you back to life, and he was not about to waste the chance. 

“Did you just sniff me?” He asks, more confusion than offence in his tone. He sees your eyes crease with a mischievous smile, as if you just did a naughty thing; but his eyes drop to your exposed neck.

He leans in. “I wanna smell you too.” His lips touch your skin, cutting your laugh short in a breath intake. Simon closes his eyes, taking your smell in. The body wash, the perfume, the slight alcohol smell pouring out of your lips. 

It makes his mouth water and before he can process it, he drags his tongue, flat against the skin of your neck, up to your ear; biting your lobule softly. A stuttering moan slips through your soft kiss, your finger digging slightly into the muscles on his shoulder, and he repeats his motions needing to hear it again. 

He hears it, a whiny moan around his name that has his hips buckling with his lack of self-control. Your hand slips lower, resting on his chest and using it to pull yourself back. His own hand flies from your back to cover your hand, the one resting on your thigh grabbing it to prevent you from slipping away. 

He panics, heart sinking into his stomach, when you pull back and avoid his gaze. Your hand that is still under his curls, the fabric of his t-shirt still between your fingers. 

He realises then and there, that only he is aware of his master plan of the menage a troi that he so badly wants. And that your mind and heart are not his yet, and no matter how bad you want him; Johnny is still the one in your eyes. 

But he needs to make himself fit between the two of you, reel you to his side. His desperate mind tells him to ask you why is a problem with him when you bend over for Johnny so easily; but it would be the worst option possible, even his blurry brain knows. 

So he picks your hand from his chest, kissing the knuckles as you grab his thumb. He moves, sitting with his back straight and you on his lap still; he looks down at you, caressing your exposed thigh. He looks at your face, moving to your eyes to your lips, he reads the hunger resting within your features. 

He leans forward, slowly, really slowly, inch by inch; but still letting you walk the last step. He gets so close to your lips, that when you try to lick them before kissing him, the tip of your tongue licks his lower bit. And your first kiss is cut short with a victorious smile on Simon's face, the second one being longer. 

His hand cups the back of your head, keeping you from pulling back as his lips find yours again. The thin layer of your saliva makes them move easily against each other, as if it was a trained routine. It is you again the one that licks his lips, asking him to part them; and getting your tongue inside once he obliges. 

Your tongue tastes sweet, of the sugary cocktails that you liked to drink and that he used to make fun of you for drinking, talking about how you couldn't handle alcohol. And one night you convinced him to drink the same as you and he ended up so drunk he couldn't see the screen of his phone to call Price to pick him up even though the both of you were barely 10 minutes away from base. 

But coming from your mouth it almost makes him forget the hangover he had the day later.

There is also a coldness to your mouth, the remains as well of the drinks you must have been having right before entering his office; still lingering around your mouth letting him feel how it slowly melts against the warmth of his desire. 

“Ghost” You break the kiss, pulling slightly back and moving uncomfortably on his lap. 

“Hm?” He simply answers, brows furrowed mimicking yours.

“What do you have in your pocket? Is poking me.” You ask, causing blood to rush to Simon's face. It slowly clicks into your mind, making you look into his eyes with a mischievous smile. “Are you-”

“I'm sorry, I promise I usually have better control of it.” He cuts you off, chuckling to himself. The shame from getting his crotch bulging with a boner after a mere kiss is too embarrassing to try and play it off as something else. 

“That’s okay… do you… do you need help?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes; sending a shiver up his column and causing him to exhale a difficult sigh as he nods.

“Yes, yes I do.” He pathetically admits. 

You stand up from him, smiling when you feel his hands linger on your body for as long as he can. You grab the hem of the dress, pulling it over your head and standing between Simon's legs in just your panties. 

It shouldn't affect him as much as it just did the fact that you weren't wearing a bra under the dress. Simon might not have spent his life jumping from bed to bed, but he has seen his fair share of naked bodies; enough to weird him out his own body reaction at seeing yours. 

Simon Riley who prides himself so much on his control of emotions, being turned into putty from your body and attention. The man stares at your body, almost unblinkingly as the mounts of your chest rise as you breathe. 

You look at him, cocking your head as you step forward; knees pressed against his chair as you stand between his thighs. “Have I turned you silly, Simon?”

“A little bit, yeah.” He says, finally moving forward and resting his hands behind your knees forcing you to kneel on the chair in the tiny space right in front of his crotch. It also makes you need to rest your hands on the backrest of the chair in order not to fall forwards, and it leaves Simon trapped between your arms, the backrest and your body. 

His new favourite prison. 

He kisses your sternum, right between your boobs; an almost innocent kiss if it wasn't for the moan he lets escape at the feel of your skin on his lips. Your hand finds its way to the back of his head, pulling his hair forcing him to look up; he grunts softly at the stinging sensation. 

No complaints leave his mouth as you move his head to make him suck your nipple into his mouth. You moan, closing your eyes as you let your head fall back. The stinging dissipates as strength leaves your body because of the warm mouth on your skin; making every other inch of your body feel cold in comparison.

His calloused hands rub your ribs, moving from the front slowly to the back, fingertips grazing on the back when he pushes you forward towards him. He leans back, pulling you with him and he sighs through his nose, completely content with the taste of your skin in his mouth. 

Every inch of your skin still unkissed is like an offence to him, making it his own goal to cover your chest with open mouth kisses. Whenever a moan falls from your lips, his hips react to the sound, slightly thrusting the air, shaking the chair.

The skin of your chest is glistening with his spit when you finally push yourself back, a discomfort grunt emanating from Simon's throat at the sudden distance. You reposition your legs, leaving one on each side of Simon's thighs. 

His belt is the next thing you grab, undoing it and taking it out of the loops; throwing it on the floor. The buttons come off next, and the zipper goes down just as fast. Simon's eyes are glued on your hands and the way you so easily pull him out of the confines of his boxers.

Something twisted inside of him gets elated when he sees how big his shaft looks between your hands, playing in his mind already the pained expression that will get painted on your face when you finally take him in.

He sees and feels the glob of saliva fall on his tip, looking at your face to see the thin string of spit still connected to your lips before you lick them. You wrap your hand around the head of his shaft, softly squeezing it before sliding your hand to the base. 

Simon groans, closing his eyes as his hands grab your hips; finger slightly burying into the soft meat of your body. Such a delicate touch in comparison to the assaults his dick is used to from him, that leaves him mumbling and having to close his eyes so you don't see them roll back. 

He can see how you use every bead of sticky seed that spills from his tip to add to the mess currently forming on his length. Thin strings of saliva and precum mixing together and keeping your hand connected to him, the same sparkle on both your hand and his shaft. 

You pull your hand back, his shaft falling against his abdomen dirtying his t-shirt when the support of your hands disappears. You lock your feet under the armrest of the chair, and support yourself on the back on the table with a hand; you use the other to pull your panties to the side inviting him in. 

He quickly moves his hand, grabbing his shaft by the base and slapping it against your glistering folds making your legs buckle. You let your panties move back, over him; keeping his length flush against your warm cunt. Simon furrows his eyebrow for a second, but he quickly understands your intentions when you start to move your hips up and down. 

The juices spilling from you coating his dick, warm and sticky making him moan softly as he stares completely hypnotised as your panties bulge whenever your hips move down and his dick pushes against the fabric. Each thrust covering it more and more with his seed as it spills from his tips, the fabric clinging to him adding to the friction.

He knows he is not going to last, not with the way your thighs flex every time his tip catches on your clit, not with the pretty noises falling from your lips and definitely not with the way he can feel you clench right against his length, cunt angry at the lack of intrusion.

“Let me get inside, love.” He whines. “Let me fill your pretty cunt, please. Let me make you feel good, love.”

He should be embarrassed by the desperation on his voice, the whines, the begging, all of it. But with the way you look down at him, eyes dark with lust and hunger in them, he is too busy with not combusting to care about his pride. 

You lean forward, grabbing the backrest of the chair again with a hand as you pull your underwear with the other. You are crouching down, glistering folds hovering over his twitching length. Your hand holds his shaft, simply keeping it close to avoid it from slipping out as you easily sink yourself on him.

Like a mirror, the two of you let go of a moan, head falling back as you go down. The stretch and the tight squeeze of your cunt makes the two of you turn into a babbling mess for a second, every nerve ending electrifying what it touches, feeling filled with his thick shaft, tip grazing the entry of your womb when you finally sit down completely, your ass resting on his hips. 

Simon's mind betrays him, a note of disappointment when he sees you take him so easily; and it's his mind that makes the connection. He has seen Johnny naked multiple times, and he is aware of the man charms. 

So his mind travels, to when he saw the two of you back at the house, to how Johnny must have stretched your lovely cunt uncountable times by now, to how he must have spend so much time prepping you for him, to how you must have mewl his name as he bend you over. 

“What are you thinking about, Simon?” Your angelic voice pulls him back, looking up to see you. Looking down at him, the fluorescent lights of his office surrounding you like an halo, an angel blessing his unworthy person of your attention. 

“Nothing.” He answers, breathing still difficulted by your grip on him even though you stopped moving.

“You seem distracted…” You reply, obviously having catched him with the empty look of his eyes; his mind clearly somewhere else. 

“I'm sorry I called you into the tunnel.” Simon suddenly says, making you furrow your eyebrows as you look at him with a confused expression. 

“Are you really thinking of that right now, Simon Riley?” You ask, the slightest tone of annoyance that you try to hide under a chuckle enough to force him to pull his shit together.

All his life Simon has mourned for the past, for the people he lost, for the people he didn't see to grow old, to the things he didn't get to live. But now life has given him a second opportunity to live those things, to love those people and to grow old with them. This is not the time to fuck things up.

“Why don't you focus on the present, hm? Stop thinking so much of the past…” You tell him, as if reading his mind. “Focus, Simon. Or I'll think you want me to leave.” 

He nods, a short blunt nod, and that's all the signals you get from him before he hoist you up, standing from the chair. He sits you on the edge of the table, moving your legs so they rest around his waist and before you can say anything he starts to trust. The moans that fall from your lips sliding right into his hungry mouth as he kisses you. 

Simon hides his face on your neck, drooling on it, as he mumbles about how you are never going to leave again, about how he needs you close by, about how he'll spend his life repaying you for reliving Johnny and yourself. The love confessions mixed with the abuse of your weeping cunt have your mind spinning, there is a constant drip of guilt in the well of your conscience that reminds you of Johnny. 

You try to convince yourself you are not cheating on him, but you are perfectly aware that you are using the loophole that Johnny and you aren't technically dating. The fact that the only reason there was never a conversation about exclusivity was because for Johnny there was nobody else apart from you that existed. You had the upper hand and you were conscious of it, perfectly aware of the weight of your decisions. 

But you have always felt the attraction towards the man currently between your legs and balls deep into you. You may regret it tomorrow, when you look into Johnny's blue innocent eyes, unaware of your betrayal. 

It felt natural with Johnny, the line medic-patient was almost never there. Before the accident Johnny and you were already close friends, but the lines between friendship and something else were never crossed. So when Johnny woke up, and you become his everything it was difficult to avoid being his filtring target. 

Not that you mind it, the cheesy pickup lines, badly done winks and warm hugs soon turned into little promises and soft kisses. There were no promises that you would make it back home, the threat of the enemy finding the two of you was high and even though you were a trained soldier you were aware you couldn't save the two of you alone. 

So you found refuge on Johnny, on his embrace, his kisses and his warmth. You could die at any given moment, but Johnny made you forget about the constant threat. 

But right now, you feel how Simon moves your legs up, resting your calves on his shoulder as he pulls you back; laying you down on the table, and he continues the unforgiving rhyming of his hips against yours. 

The new angle has you mewling under him, brain so mushy you are sure whether you are moaning his or Johnny's name at this point, but it's not like it bothers Simon. 

Your nails sink into his shoulders, back arching off the surface of the table as you fall over the edge, creaming his shaft as you clench down on it. Simon leans back, standing straight and groaning at the sight of the white ring on the base of his dick. 

He grabs both of your wrists, using them as leverage to keep plunging into you; your boobs pressed together with the new position. Your climax gets prolonged with the unstopping thrusting inside of you, clamping down on him like a vice.

He moans your name when he finally comes, doing it inside on the warmth of your still convulsing cunt and pulling out to let the last beads of cum drip onto your chest, marking the territory like a badly trained dog. He looks down at you, arms spread once he lets go of them; looking up at him with a tiny smile on your face. 

“Did I focus nicely?” Simon asks, chuckling to himself.

You give him a thumbs up, smug expression on your face making him laugh. He leans down, forearms resting on each side of your head as you pull your arms around his shoulders, pushing yourself up to softly kiss him on the lips. “I'm really glad you made it out of the tunnel, love… and that you saved Johnny…” Simon mumbles between kisses.

“Imagine how happy I am.” You whisper, yawning right after and making Simon chuckle. He helps you stand up, putting your messed-up panties back on his place and picking the dress off the floor to pull it back on you as you look at him with a sleepy smile on his face. 

He knows it is nasty, his cum still drying up under the clothes, but his possessiveness takes over his senses and he simply puts his also wet dick back into his pants. 

He walks you back to your room, with you hugging his arm as you walk back. Once you reach the door and open it, Simon leans down kissing you good night pulling back with a lovestruck smile on. You finally close the door and Simon turns around, and he sees him. 

Johnny staring from the door of his room, perfectly aware of what just must have happened between Simon and you. Simon knows he must be hurt, betrayed even, that this could be a good opportunity to set some bases. 

Instead, he looks at Soap still smiling and raises his middle finger up at him. Just like he did back at the house, instead Simon mouths at him:

“You're next, Johnny”

Hallooo 💗💗💗

I hope that you like the next chapter, I went from wanting to write an innocent little one-shot to writing a whole series! I'm posting the masterlist in a bit as well 💗

Thank you for the patience as well, I have been a bit MIA the past couple of days, so I hope I made it up with this hehehe 💗💗💗

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi, so I saw that your request for tokio hotel are open. Can I request dating headcanons with Tom? Have a nice day!

(hello! I had time and I was bored so what the hell? Here ya go! Bear with me, it's my first Tom one and I hope you like it! If anyone else does, please tell me if you would like more in the comments!)

Dating Tom Headcannons

He would be the proudest boyfriend I feel like

On stage he's like 

"That's my babe! Over there, not you- them! Them!" 

All excited and stuff

But he is flirty

Doesn't matter where or when

Is extremely flirty

Would be the person to just sneak in a kiss before going on stage and be like "it's for good luck" so you have no choice but to give in

If you have a style similar to his, he would love it

If you don't, he would still like it

He thinks you look good either way, and he's still gonna flirt with you

Is not a possessive person, like you can do what you want and stuff but if something goes too far he'll say something or if someone makes you uncomfortable

But he's not the type to say "don't hang out with them" or stuff like that about your friends or he wouldn't feel threatened by another guy

He wouldn't feel threatened because he knows who he is, and that you're already his partner so he's locked down and ready to go

He finds it funny when someone tries flirting with you

He'll just be in bothered and go up to you and kiss you

He doesn't take offense to it

You're pretty man, why wouldn't you be flirted with?

He takes it as an accomplishment

They flirt with you but he's the one with you

Same with fans from his side, if you're okay with like kisses on the cheek from fangirl he'll be good to go

But if you're not, hell do his best to avoid them and give them hugs or smth idk

If you have a piercing or lots of piercings, he'll love them 

He loves anything about you man

Is definitely the one to pull you onto his lap anytime

If you're in the band, he'll do it in interviews or anywhere in general

Even if you're not in the band, he'll do it all the time

When he notices paparazzi taking pictures of you guys, he'll purposefully give them a picture of you guys almost full on making out

He is shameless

If you're in the band, he'll be having the time of his life on stage with you

He'd be behind you and kiss your neck just because he can

Does not give a single fucking of how many people are in the arena or the audience

He's the type to let you take his shit

Like shirts, rings, pants, hats, anything

He likes how you look in them

Kisses your knuckles or the back of your hand sometimes to substitute kisses

Or he'll be messing with your hair

Oddly likes having his head in your lap or your head in his

He'll take your stuff and act like he doesn't know where it went to keep you from leaving

"I don't know where it went, could you have dropped it when we were walking back? Looks like you'll have to stay."

He has it in his pocket.

Is proud anytime he sees you in the crowd or backstage

Or after a set or concert he'll just be asking you if you liked his performance

Please tell him he did great

He won't take anything else except that

If you aren't in the band, he would like that you got along with his brother and band mates

And especially if you got close with Bill, he'd probably fear being the target of pranks

He doesn't feel threatened no matter how close you get to his brother or Georg or Gustav

They're his closest friends and he trusts them and you so he has nothing to worry about

Has a lot of trust in your relationship if you couldn't tell

If you played a instrument or sing in shy type of way, he'd love it even more

He'd be a flirty and proud boyfriend of the century

Even if you guys did break up, not that I'm saying you will, he will forever have a specific and special place for you no matter how much time passes by

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz

[getonite]

YOU KNOW I LOOK TOO GOOD TO NOT BE HIDEOUS!

( synop. the voice inside of dazai's head swallows him whole ) contains. 1.8k+ wc — gn!reader ; dazai angst, hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers ( hinted ), dazai gets a hug, alcoholism, drunk!dazai, pre-ada but post-pm, mention of vomit, dazai has a panic attack + cries, implied sh scars. ( the author is back on their torturing dazai bit ; this song literally belongs to him, okay. kinda pt2 to my prev dazai fic. )

"Dazai . . . "

"Dazai."

"OSAMU!"

Dazai twitches, awakened by the familiar sound of a yelling voice. "Huh?" his voice slurs as he sits up slowly, his body clearly in pain. You sniff, groaning the thick smell of alcohol stuck in his clothes. "Don't yell, hangover . . . " he grumbles. "Or maybe I'm still drunk."

"Get up," you say firmly, looking down at his slumped body resting against the wall.

He must've been downing drinks last night, though, at least not to the point where he couldn't figure his way home. Though, it seems he couldn't get into the house as his keys are resting in his hand and he's sitting onto the concrete next to the door.

"Huh? Wha—What, I'm getting- huh?"

You sigh and loop your arm underneath his, carefully pulling him inside of the house. You carefully grab the keys and set them on the rack near the door. Dazai let's out a drunken giggle as you pat him down, making sure that everything he left with is still with him.

"You are so fucking irresponsible," you hiss, tugging Oda's coat off of his lanky body. After forcing him to sit down, you walk to the kitchen to get him a much needed glass of water.

"Oh, coooome on," he hiccups, "You love me though.

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, "Your lucky no one found you black out drunk like that and stole your shit. Or worse, killed you." You emphasize your woods, setting the cup ( you don't trust him with a glass ) of water in front of him. "Or have you forgotten, you just left the Port Mafia?"

Dazai sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes at your statement.

After months of hiding, you'd think he'd get it. Maybe that he'd follow suit of you. Stay low, stay quiet, and say lawful. Apparently not. He can't even stay clean.

There's a thought of wanting to punch him, maybe it'll knock some sense into him you think. Taking a deep breath, you bend down, slipping off his shoes and putting them next to the door. "Drink your water, please," you grunt," I'll run you a bath."

"Mhm~!" Dazai sings. He's been mumbling and humming tunes, kicking his feet as you attempt to clean him up.

After a couple of minutes, you walk down the hallway toward him, "Alright, c'mon!" Dazai giggles, hurriedly getting up from his seat. Though you see the scene happen in slow motion. As if he had low iron ( which he probably does ), the blood rushed down towards his feet and he immediately stumbles, hanging onto the table as he tries to gain his bearings.

"Osam—" you pause when you see his puffed cheeks. You sigh and dash for the small trashcan in the bathroom and hold it below his mouth. And a second later, you hear the gross sound of vomit.

You rub his back, waiting for him to finish before you even attempt to bring him to the bathroom. You almost gag as you bring him carefully to the bathroom and strip his clothes, unraveling his bandages as well.

A wave of both guilt and disappointment passes through you as you see him flop into the filled bathtub. He's thin. New scars have appeared a top the old and ( incorrectly ) healed ones. He's too pale, his hair is back to the state it was when he first appeared, and he reeks of the bar. Even after your efforts, it seems as if you can't get him out of this slump. "Osamu . . . "

Dazai lifts his head, silently responding to your voice. All of the mumbling, sound effects, and humming are stopped as you carefully clean his skin.

"What is going on with you?" There's a deep frown on your face as you inspect his forearm. "No matter how much I try, you only clean yourself up when I make you."

"I work, you sit in a bar, come home and plop yourself on the couch without a fucking word," you hiss. Dazai flinches, though your not sure if it's your voice, or your movements. Regardless, a sense of guilt floods you and you take a deep breath.

"What is it?" You pause and look at him, "I know you're still recovering from Oda, I understand grief. But you refuse to talk about it and then drown yourself in alcohol, no matter what I do."

There's attempt to keep your voice calm and level, though he can hear it. The underlying emotions of annoyance, worry, and disbelief.

His eyes are downcast, focused on the water covering his lower half. They're dazed, pupils dilating as they stay focused on the one spot. "Osamu?" You frown, eyes flickering to study his face. Your face falls when you hear the quiet sound of his breathing.

His chest shakes as he breathing increases, his jaw shaking in an attempt to say words.

"Oh . . . Osamu," you mumble as tears swell in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and onto the arms resting in his lap. His arm flinches at the sting of the salty tear to the cuts on them.

You carefully get into the bathtub fully clothed behind him. He feels the warmth of your skin touch his as you carefully grab onto him, holding him close with pressure on his chest from your arms. "You're alright, I promise. It's okay," you whisper. His trembling hands touch your arms.

The silent tears continue to fall, the sound of the drops hitting the water, and his ragged breathing fill the air.

"Hey," you whisper, "Can you do something for me? The bathroom is kind of bland, but can you point out 5 things you see?" Dazai gulps, your voice sounding distant despite how you're hugged to him. Nevertheless, his eyes dart around the room, he attempts to find something to grab onto to.

His jaw ticks, "The- The shampoo," he croaks. You nod with a small smile growing on your face, "Good. It's okay, try to breathe," your hand rests against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. "Tell me some more . . . "

Dazai sniffs, chest stuttering rapidly, "Your— s-s- sweatpants." His grip tightens on your arm as more tears slide down his face. "That's it, can you give me another one?"

"The," he gulps, "Clock."

"Come on, you got it. Can you give me another one?"

His lips tremble, teeth clacking together in an uncomfortable pace. He sucks in a breath, vision fuzzy as he focuses on your voice. "Uhh, the toilet," he whimpers, glossy tears clouding his view before they spill. You nod, "Good job, one more."

Dazai squeezes his eyes shut before blinking, to search for something else. "Soap, the soap."

You help him attempt to breathe, "Good. Now breath, just feel the way my chest is moving."

For the next few minutes, you talk him through the 5-4-3-2-1 method until he's relaxed in your hold. The water has gone cold, and the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes cling to your skin. "How about . . . " you start, "I clean you up, then we judge what to do hm? You just— you need a good bath and some food."

Dazai nods silently. He's not entirely in the room. His eyes are unfocused as he feels your careful hands gliding along his skin, though everything feels muffled to him, the room beginning to blur once more before your hand slightly pulls him from his disassociate state.

You pull him from the tub, drying him off, cleaning his arms and legs, wrapping his wounds in bandages, and cutting his hair again. ( Making sure he brushes his teeth )

No matter how many times he attempts to tune in on your voice, he can't do it. Nor can he focus on anything. His hands don't feel like his hands. The table doesn't feel like it's familiar texture. The room doesn't smell right. He doesn't sink into the seat correctly. And the chopsticks send tingles through his hand. None of it feels real.

He feels your warm hand touching the back of his neck. "Breathe," you whisper, "Touch it again. Hold it and breathe, it'll feel right."

His world is fuzzy, except the static quiets when you touch him. He slowly eats, the entire time with you keeping a warm hand on him.

Dazai starts to wake up as you carry him to the bed, pulling him into your embrace. There's silence throughout the room, not a sound unleashed to part the quiet atmosphere. Well, until you speak. "Osamu . . . " you whisper, fingers dancing in his head of curls as you carefully think of what to say. "I love you."

The man's eyes widen at your soft words. "No matter which way you choose to interpret that. I do."

"Which is why I have this urge to take care of you. It's what drives to clean up your empty bottles and canned food. And it drives to wonder what can I do to help you?"

Dazai gulps, his fingers entangled in the fabric of your new shirt.

"Your two years of hiding are almost over," you whisper, "Im selfish, you've known that since we were kids. So please, just promise me something. I don't need your thoughts, your feelings, nothing. Just two words."

"Hm?" Dazai looks up at you, having a feeling as to what you'll say.

"I'll sound cringe," you roll your eyes with a faint smile on your face, "but—promise me you'll tell me when you feel like your falling again. Doesn't matter how much I have to do it, I'll pick you back up. Cut your hair, change your bandages, whatever. I just—I hate seeing you like that. You just have to tell me."

Dazai remains silent, simply laying against you.

"I sorry," he whispers. You sigh, "Don't say sorry, just promise. I said I'd protect you when we were little, I mean that, even if you are older than me ( by a year ). I just need you to promise."

"I promise," he whispers.

You smile and mess with the small hairs on the back of his neck. "Good."

A faint smile appears on Dazai's face, one you can't see of course. "Well, first order of buisness," you speak. Dazai frowns, looking up at you.

"You're banned from all bars."

"Hey!" Dazai shrieks, shooting up to look down at you.

"You throw up on me, I'll kill you," you say firmly.

"Thought you were supposed to protect me," Dazai frowns, with a teasing verse.

"I can knock some sense into you."

"Asshole."

"Mhm," you hum, pulling him back on top of you, making sure he's comfortable beneath the sheets. "Also . . . " He mumbles.

"You love me?"

A couple of months later, you walk with Dazai to the four-story building of your workplace. Before the man can even open his mouth as you walk through the door, "Do not flirt with her."

Dazai whines as you drag him upstairs and to a door that reads 'Armed Detective Agency.'

A hum leaves your lips as you walk in, lugging Dazai along by his collar. Your eyes drift to a grey-haired man in traditional Japanese clothing, a green haori draped over his kimono.

You throw Dazai forward, walking to the side of him.

"President, this is the one I was talking about."

the ending was kind of ass. i think i lost the concept a bit lol. i hope you appreciate this a little. reblogs r appreciated!!

#( mission ) — o. dazai #bsd x reader #gn reader #x gn reader #bsd fluff #bsd angst #dazai x reader #dazai x gn reader #dazai fluff #dazai angst #anime x reader #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader

[dizzyemi]

Chuuya sfw alphabet

Notes: Requested by Anon but i accidentally deleted the ask.

Tags: Floof, tiny angst for E,D and W. Not proofread, might be oc, GN! reader

'A' is for Affection (How affectionate are they?)

He's very affectionate, he'll spend any time he can with you and buy you a bunch of gifts, he loves seeing your face light up when he suprised you with a gift, a grin on his own face from your reaction. But his favourite is physical touch. He loves it but he keeps it to a minimum in public, he always has a hand on you no matter what and keep his arm around your waist but nothing too much, only one or two short brief kisses if deemed appropriate, this is even less within the Port Mafia because he wants to keep serious and not seem like some lovesick puppy by his subordinates.

But once in private space? He'll smoother your face In kisses and keep you in his arms for as long as he can

'B' is for Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

He's litterly such a nice and calm person canonically but only acts like an annoyed hot headed chihuahua to Dazai cause he annoys the shit out of him but also trusts him, so unless you annoy him like Dazai then he's the most loyal and trustworthy friend you can find and he loves hanging out with you. I feel like he's the type of friend to beat the shit out of someone who wronged you and offer to buy all your things and even if you say no several times he will buy it anyways, no repayments back.

'C' is for Cuddles (How would they cuddle?)

He likes to cuddle you like a teddy bear, just letting out all his stess out from the day and let exhaustion consume him while he's in your arms,he holds onto you tightly. I think he prefers to cuddle on top of you so he can embrace all of you and just keep his face in your chest or shoulders, embracing your scent that he cannot get enough of.

'D' is for Domestic (Everyday life with them, do they want to settle down?)

Unless you work in the Port Mafia you won't really be able to see him for hours on end, only before and after work or his day's off. He wakes up really early in the morning and cooks breakfast if you aren't awake, and let me tell you he's a fantastic cook. The evenings are more quiet and gentle, probably cuddling on the couch as you either watch tv or read a book as he drinks a nice glass of wine

I think he wants to settle down and spend his every day with you but realistically he can't unless he somehow retired from the mafia, which I don't think Mori will let happen :(

'E' is for Ending (If they had to break up with their partner)

If he had to break up with you it would be for your safety, dating a mafiaso is dangerous in general, dating a mafia executive is asking for a death wish. Your safety would be in absolute danger if any organisation or even Mori were to know you were close to Chuuya, who knows what they'd do to you if they had ill intentions. He'd talk to face to face about it, calm and collected even though his chest is aching at the thought of even doing this

'F' is for Fiance (How do they feel about commitment?)

If this a long term serious relationship the thought of marriage would come across his mind maybe a year or two in, when he realises he genuinely loves you and wants to spend all his waking hours with you. He would propose to you if your thoughts of marriage are positive and when he feels like the moment is right- unless you propose to him first, leaving him extremely flustered but he will instantly say yes

'H' is for Hugs (What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs. He loves to wrap his arms around you and feel you close, doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him, he loves to bury his face into your neck and feel your warmth and he just loves it when you hug him back with your arms around him.

'G' is for Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is very gentle with you physically, touching you as if you were a delicate flower, but there are times where he loses his patience. He tries his best to keep calm and collected but with the amount of stress he goes through and if tension arises he snaps. But he'll try to fix it if he genuinely upset you, he cares too much about you

'I' is for "I love you" (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This isn't a word he throws around carelessly, it's going to take him awhile till he says it and when he says it he means it.

'J' is for Jealous (How jealous do they get?)

He knows there's no need to be jealous since your his and he is yours but he can't help it if he sees someone get physically close to you with a flirtatious intentions, he will put his hand around your waist and pull you close to him, head on your shoulder as he asks "who's this darling?" Giving a quick peck on your neck and cheek, staring at the person with a menacing glare without your notice.

'K' is for Kisses (what are their kisses like?)

Every kiss he means it, often passionate and deep yet gentle. He loves feeling your lips on his and it's something he will never get tired. Wine and your lips are his favourite things.He likes to place soft kisses on your cheeks, neck, shoulders and the back of your hands. He loves every kiss you give him but he loves the one's where you unconsciously kiss his cheek, forehead or even his mouth with no thoughts in your head, just kissing him makes him feel all tingly inside

'L' is for Little one's (How are they around children?)

He is litterly the BEST with children! He knows how to deal with them and let them have fun, he'd be the best dad ever! The thought of having his own children comes into his head if he sees how you interact with children or just seeing your baby photos. He might bring it up in a late night conversation just to see how you feel about children and ask if you'd ever want children. I think he'd love to have children if he's in a good position but he also cares about your comfort and if this is something you want, since this a serious two person descion.

'M' is for Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Chuuya are calm but structured, if you aren't awake yet he'll cook you breakfast. I feel like he has a morning routine so he wakes up at the same time every day, though sleeping in for only an hour on days off. He has a skincare routine that he definitely does with you, how else is his skin so smooth?? Definitely works out too in the morning, he may look slim but he's definitely built.

'N' is for Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights after work are also calm (he's just a calm person to be around). He often comes home late or early even depending on how the mafia is doing, he'll call you if he's coming home late so you know he'd okay. When he's home your both eating dinner and filling each other in the on the day. I think he'd take a shower as fast as possible after dinner, he likes to keep himself clean, he prides in his skincare and haircare, genuinely dragging you into it too. After that he likes to relax with a glass of wine and do whatever before bed, he does go to bed at a certain time to get his eight hours

'O' is for Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

He is simultaneously close to others yet at the same time he isn't. He will never reveal everything about himself, but what he does reveal will come when he is ready and feels secure enough to do so. He won't bring this up either if you never bring up a particular topic. He says a lot of things just because you ask.

'P' is for Patient (How easily angered are they?)

He tries his best to be patient with you, always taking into consideration of your feelings but the rare times if you're being unreasonable about something harmless and he's stressed he will snap but nothing that should lead into an extreme argument. He likes to solve things before they escalate

'Q' is for Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

He'll memorise every single thing about you, your likes,your dislikes, your behaviours, he remembers every single detail he seems nessecary which is all.

'R' is for Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment with you is the first time he kissed you, just seeing your face from his kiss made him grin. He was addicted to your lips from then on.

'S' is for Security (How protective are they?)

Chuuya is protective but will give you space if you need some, but if you feel bad or threatened, he will definately do something about it. Even unconsciously he's protective, as I said even in public he always has a hand on you and keeping you close.

'T' is for Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He may be severely busy but he is always trying, using his head to keep a balanced work life and personal life. Always planning free time with you and dates, constantly buying you gifts as if to compensate for the time he wasn't with you, he does it unconsciously I think. If you plan or gift something for him he will absolutely adore it

'U' is for Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

'V' is for Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think his worst habit is blowing up? To be honest I'm not really sure about this letter, I think he'd only snap at you specifically if he's stressed or really upset which isn't often, he likes to sort things out

If you don't like smoking that could be a problem, he only smokes to cool off when he's extremely under pressure but he'll try to quit if you really don't like it

This man is not leaving the house without looking perfect, as I said he has a strict skincare and haircare routine- and have you seen his outfit? He could litterly be a model

'W' is for Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Chuuya has experienced lost before and you certainly won't be the last, Though it leaves him devastated every time,Chuuya has learnt self-control to understand his loss and how he personally experiences grief, since he knows all too well how simple it is to lose people. He bears the weight of loss, yet it is loss that gives him motivation to move forward

'X' is for Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Let me just ramble about his ability real quick. If he wants to hide something from you, he'd use his gravity to hide it on high place that neither of you can reach, he'll use it to tease you if you don't have a nullification ability. If you ask he'd put you on the ceiling or just float in general, making sure to comfort you if you get scared or dizzy from blood rush.

'Y' is for Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not being trusted back, he is loyal and trusts you so he would hope you would trust him back. Or someone who only sees him for his money as he's quiet loaded

'Z' is for Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a sound sleeper, just flat out exhausted one he lands on the mattress, he must get his eight hours worth of sleep. He weirdly sleeps like a mess yet somehow looks ethereal at the same time? He likes holding you close to feel you close and his body is extremely warm like a fire so that sucks during summer

Why is he literally the most perfect boyfriend ever???

#chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x gn reader

[sailorkamino]

random (soft) bad batch headcannons

a/n: a lot of these are based on the batch being neurodivergent!

• from oldest to youngest is 99, hunter, wrecker, crosshair, tech

• tech was bullied the most as a cadet since he was the smallest (and mouthiest)

• plus w/o his goggles he can't see well enough to fight back

• his brothers wouldn't let him go anywhere alone

• tech and crosshair have the same dry, sarcastic sense of humor and find each other the funniest batcher

• hunter and wrecker disagree

• if they're in a situation where they have separate rooms hunter always shares w/ crosshair (aka the quietest)

• wrecker and tech share since they don't mind each other's mess

• crosshair or wrecker is always the 1st to notice when hunter is overstimulated

• wrecker is the most emotionally intelligent

• the batch have a rule to never call wrecker dumb or stupid because he's actually really insecure about his intelligence (which is ridiculous, do u know how smart a demolitions expert is?? he's a himbo but he's not an idiot)

• tech prefers info dumping to crosshair cuz he's the best listener

• crosshair loves all his brothers the same but he has a soft spot for tech

• crosshair gets really mad at wrecker for interrupting/ignoring tech cuz it makes tech feel annoying

• then wrecker explains he doesn't cut him off cuz he finds tech annoying, he just has a short attention span

• wrecker likes to see the best in people and can be quite trusting, something that stresses out his protective brothers

• wrecker will physically carry tech away from his work bench if he's not sleeping

• crosshair is the only one who can lie to hunter and get away w/ it bc his heart rate doesn't change

• most of the boys can ignore shit talk but wrecker is somewhat sensitive, making his brothers very protective

• maker help you if you hurt wrecker's feelings

• crosshair and tech would always get hunter to comfort him so they could plot revenge

• losing eyesight is crosshairs worst fear, watching it happen to wrecker broke his heart (he definitely cried on his big brother's chest when they were alone)

• even if they try to hide it hunter can always hear when someone's crying

• hunter tries to stay strong for his batch 24/7 but if he needs comfort, he goes to wrecker

• big guy gives the BEST hugs

• since they were raised very isolated from regs they missed out on a lot of clone culture, they don't speak mando'a

• wrecker loves cuddles!

• hunter and tech have sensory issues so they don't always want to be touched but they usually don't mind it

• as long as it doesn't get in the way of tech's work he'll chill in pretty much any position so wrecker will just use him as a teddy bear

• tech: *reading in bed*

wrecker: *climbs into tech's bunk wordlessly, puts his head against his stomach and wraps around him*

tech: *doesn't stop reading as he pats wrecker's shoulder*

• crosshair is always cold so he doesn't actually mind cuddling but he pretends to hate it

• wrecker hates sparring with crosshair cuz he bites

• crosshair has an oral fixation and used to chew on his shirts w/o realizing it

• would get very embarassed/defensive if anyone brought it up

• tech made lula from scrap fabrics courtesy of 99 when wrecker kept having nightmares

• anytime hunter hears crosshair audibly laughing his stomach drops cuz that usually means someone got hurt (he's a physical comedy guy, what can i say?)

• the hardest crosshair has ever laughed is when wrecker, wearing rocket boots made by tech, flew into a wall

• cross and wrecker are the most playful but in different ways

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #clone force 99

[reallyromealone]

WARNING: ANGST, RAPE THEMES, IT GETS DARK, EDDIE IS A BIT OF A DICK, OMEGAVERSE

Eddie Munson x male reader

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Resilient.

That was the best way to describe (name).

Having been through the works in life, he pushed through.

"Goodnight baby" (name) tucked little (sons name) in, the boy content in the queen sized bed and hugged his little teddy bear.

His third birthday was near, something (name) thought about deeply.

He had put aside money for a gift and gathered his god parents, the only ones (name) trusted after all this time.

Opening up his laptop he hesitantly opened his email and typed.

This was the last time he was contacting Eddie Munson.

Not for money, not for anything.

This was the last olive branch he was giving him about their son, having sent countless letters to Wayne's home though he doubts Wayne told him after... the incident.

"Nancy wheeler... you can go to hell" he whispered to himself and sent the email.

"A son... fucking gold digger" Eddie hissed as he glanced at his phone while at a party with his friends, Dustin glancing at him "how dare he... probably not even mine."

"Dear Eddie,

I know you hate me, but I just want you to know, you have a son.

You don't have to meet him, but you should know he exists.

-(Name)"

He read this out loud and the party seethed, the band seethed as Eddie sent an email, not noticing others doing the same, Dustin, Mikey, Garreth and Eddie sending horrible messages.

'gold digger '

'slut'

'shameless whore'

'Come crawling back now that he's worth something? Pathetic'

'why not crawl back to the guy who knocked you up you cheap bitch'

These were things sent to him in multiple emails by people he once considered his pack, the Omega breaking down once his son went with his grandfather Hopp for the day, the cop wanting to take his duckling fishing for the day.

"I-I didn't cheat-- I-I swear!" He gasped out as Steve and Robin held him close, the two knew the truth of what happened and wanted to throttle Eddie Munson for how blind he was.

(Name)... wasn't a cheater.

He was a victim.

(Name) never let anyone get close to him like that since high school ended, his focus on his pup.

That boy was (name)s world, sacrificing everything so he had a good life.

And he would never let another alpha hurt him again.

"And then my ex, you remember (name)? Fucking messages me and like 'this is your kid'" Eddie ranted to his friend, an outcast who also attended Hawkins high "fucking slut cheats then has the Gaul to say that kids mine? Guess the baby daddy ditched him"

"...you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" Eddie was hesitant as he looked at his friend "(name) didn't cheat..." he said softly "he was raped, there was a whole rape kit and everything, Nancy made lies about him because she thought he was too close to Steve because she didn't know you two were dating" the friend explained and eddie felt his world stop.

"...what?"

No.

What?

Holy shit.

Eddie felt his world stop as he thought about everything.

Oh god...

He... he was so cruel to his boyfriend at such a traumatic moment.

Eddie shot up and left, driving back to his house.

Rushing to his laptop he went back to that email, clicking the photo attached to it and stared. That was his son, he was a spitting image of Eddie with (name)s eyes and skin tone, wild hair and the smile... oh god the smile.

He didn't know what to do.

"He was raped... oh god my mate was raped..."

By who?

Who did that to him?

Oh.

Eddie thought back to that day.

The day he dumped (name).

"Oh my god..."

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #angst #r*pe tw

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Crystalline

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna is blissfully unaware of the world around her.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, uuuhhhhhhhh mostly fluff and angst but not bad angst. kinda break up? pushing an shoving and shit. implied violence.

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"Do you always trust your first initial feeling? Special knowledge holds true, bears believing I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove Like the love that had finally, finally found me Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you"~Crystalline, Fleetwood Mac

“Ow.”

Frankie whimpers as Will tends to his wounds, shirtless in Will’s med room. William found him in here, trying to disinfect his arm from the bites.

“It’s alright, I’m almost done.” He wrapped Francisco up in gauze, gentle hands on the shaking man. 

“Please don’t tell Ben…”

Will sighs, finishing up his job. “He doesn’t talk to me anyway. But Frank, listen.” He looked at Francisco earnestly. “Santi’s catching on. You’ve gotta be more careful.”

Francisco shook his head. “There’s no being careful. There’s no nothing. I’m not… we’re not…” He sighs. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s gonna get Ben killed.”

Although looking sympathetic, there was a soft smile on Will’s face. “That’s why I’ve always liked you, Frank. Someone’s gotta look out for him.”

“You still do, he just doesn’t know it.”

“C’mere.” Will beckoned, bringing Frankie close with his large hand entangling in his brown locks. Will hugged him, then pulled away just enough for a kiss. “You’re a good man, Francisco.”

He kissed back, but refused to compliment. “No… I’m not, I can’t stand up to Santi, I can’t have Ben the way I want I can’t protect Madonna-”

A deep kiss interrupted Frankie, Will’s broad, firm body pressing him up against the counter. “You’re protecting them both, you’re doing the right thing.” Will cupped Frankies face, towering over him. Francisco couldn’t help falling into him, submitting to his strength, his power, his dominance. Will brought his hand down, cupping Frankie’s length through his sweats and stroking him to full hardness. “You’re taking care of them, and I’m going to take care of you.”

Francisco whimpered, relaxing against the counter as he closed his eyes, sinking into Will’s presence.

“T-Thank you…”

*

“You’re improving a lot.” Santiago compliments you. He sat in his usual spot, watching you paint your latest project. You’d seen it a few nights ago, Francisco in a flower crown, smiling with his eyes closed with Pope behind him, kissing his neck. Pope was very pleased with this most recent project, coming to watch you every day. He must really be proud of you. 

Sipping his wine, he smiled at you from over his glass. This was your special time together, and you always looked forward to it. You were starting to show just a little, and you frequently caught him staring at your stomach.

“Thank you, Pope.” You giggle, adding color to the flowers in Francisco’s hair. Blue, yellow, red, white. 

Pope didn’t touch you sexually, he hadn’t since you learned you were pregnant. There was no need, he said, but he still kissed you, still held you, his hands caressing your stomach. You’d made him proud, and that’s what mattered. That’s all you’d wanted to do since you were a child.

*

“Are you going to talk to me?” Will asked his brother, but Ben didn’t turn around. He was doing target practice with his arrows. There was a limited amount of guns and Ben liked to know he could make long distance shots to protect the house if needed.

“Ben, come on. I thought we moved past this when I saved your fucking life.”

He turned around, lowering his bow. “You were protecting Madonna, not me.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’s not here, we don’t gotta pretend.”

“I’m not? What are you talking about?”

Benny looked genuinely… confused. “You don’t remember what happened at the announcement?”

Ben scoffed, when back to shooting. “Of course I fucking do. See, this is the problem with you! You always doubt me!”

“Ben, someone tried to shoot you, one of your psycho little girlfriends because you can’t keep it in your pants even thought you’ve got 2 dicks and a pussy you’re fucking married too, but that’s not enough-”

Ben swung around again, this time pointing his arrow at Will. “Don’t fucking act like I’m stupid!”

Did Ben actually not know what happened? The lie was his idea… “Okay… okay I’m sorry.”

“Melody tried to kill Madonna because she was jealous! That’s it! Nothing else happened!”

“I didn’t say anything did…”

In a fit, Ben growled and for a moment Will wondered if he was about to get shot again, but instead Ben broke his bow and arrow over his knee. Screaming, he threw it on the ground and stomped until they were just sticks. Ben stormed off.

*

You lay on top of Francisco in your meadow, kissing on him gently, soft and sweet. His poor lip was healing finallly. Francisco stopped you when you go to unbutton his green shirt. You look down at him curiously. 

“Oh, do you not want me? I guess I’m pregnant already, I can-” You move to get off him, embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t like your body as you gained weight? Maybe he just didn’t see a reason to fuck you. Maybe he didn’t like you again…

“Stay, please.” Francisco kissed you deeply, his cock twitching in his pants. “I just… I want my shirt on, please… ”

“Oh, of course…” You pat his tummy, wondering if maybe he shared some of your insecurities. He was certainly the fluffiest of the four, but you absolutely adored the way he looked, his body was perfect to you. “I think you’re… so, so handsome, you know that, right?” you weren’t good at flirting, even this made your face grow warm, but you wanted him to know how much you loved him. 

Frankie blushes. “Thank you, but I’d rather keep the shirt on… if that’s okay…”

You kiss his sweet, pouty lower lip with a little peck, considerate of his bite. “Anything for you, my perfect husband.”

You made love in the meadow, trees and flowers and birds and bee’s, all of nature surrounding you, all of heaven and earth shining their approval.

*

Ben stumbled into Frankie’s room, loudly, making the older man just in his bed. He was asleep on his stomach, and the noise scared the absolute shit out of him

“Frankie!” He raised his hands, shouting.

“JESUS Benjamin, what the hell!” He gets out of bed, wide awake now. He was wearing a shirt, no buttons. “Are you-” Francisco turned on his light and cupped Ben’s face. “You’re drunk again? What the fuck Benjamin!”

Not in the mood for a lecture, Ben stumbled forward and gripped Francisco’s hair, yanking him forward into a bruising kiss. For a moment, Francisco melted into him. He didn’t care that his lip throbbed, or that his shoulder and arm still hurt to move. He didn’t care about what he was supposed to be doing. He just wanted Ben, his handsome, sweet, fun, goddamnhestall husband, Ben. He kissed him back.

But then he felt his cock, free of any constraint hardening, and he remembered. He’d not supposed to be fucking Ben like this anymore. 

Frankie gently nudged him back, but Ben didn’t stop, moving to kiss his neck, holding him close. 

“Benjamin, we can’t-”

“We can.” Ben sucked a hickey into his skin, spitting into his hand to stroke Francisco. “You and me, Frankie. We belong together.” Although slurring just a bit, Ben’s voice was deep, gravely with need, dark and hungry and oh-so spine tingling.

“But…” frankie protested between kisses, making no real attempted to move away as he licked into Ben’s mouth, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “Santi… Madonna…”

Ben spat his words. “Fuck ‘em. They don’t matter, only you matte Frankie. Only you.” 

He wanted to believe that, he did… he couldn’t. “Is that why you still fuck both of them?”

“I have to, you know that-” Ben sucked on his tongue, fighting the urge to nibble at his lip, make his own mark.

“Do you ‘have to’ fuck every woman in Delta?”

Ben shoved him so hard he stumbled back, it took a second for him to realize what happened. 

Francisco blinked, then with a puff of his chest he shoved Ben back, making him fall into a side table. When Ben looked up, his blue eyes were large and wet. Frankie wanted to run to him, apologize, help him up… but he needed this to end. Ben wasn’t going to run away with him, and messing around with Benjamin, even if he was the one he wanted, was going to get Ben killed. Francisco couldn’t stand to let that happen.

“This needs to stop, Ben. I’m not doing this anymore.”

From on the floor, the 6’3 strongman man looked small, weak, vulnerable. Francisco’s heart shattered as he screamed. “GET OUT!” He took hold of his shirt in both fists and shoved him the rest of the way out the door.

Frankie locked out the other half of his heart.

*

You sigh constantly, sinking further into the water. Will just got done washing your hair, and now he was giving you a soothing milk bath, even putting flower petals in it. Knelt beside you, he had a super soft washcloth and was simply using it to run warm water over your body. He put lavender in the water, commenting that he thought had more left. Not wanting to lie you tell him the truth, that you and Rey found it you used it on Pope. You apologize for going through his things for spilling it. Will said it was totally okay.

The pregnancy had gone pretty smooth, so far no problems but you were having your usual sleep issues. You and Will developed a routine to help you sleep. Ever since he was shot, you’ve been sleeping in his bed. Now, he liked to give you a lavender bath before bedtime. He’d relax you, sometimes finger fuck you if you needed your mind cleared, then once you began nodding off he drained the water, patted you dry and then carried you to his room in a big towel. There, he dressed you in comfortable pj’s and tucked you in with him. It was nice, you felt safe, and best of all, no incubus.

“Such a pretty woman…” Will mutters, putting down the cloth to massage oils into your skin. It felt nice being pampered. 

You giggle. “Thank you.”

“Everything going good with the others?” Will always checked in on you, which you appreciated. He helped you navigate things in the house and with Pope especially. 

“Going great, thank you. Francisco seemed down there for a little but I think he’s cheered up.”

Will hummed in agreement. “I noticed that too, but you’re right, I think he’s happy now. Frankie had low moods sometimes, but he just needs a little patience and kindness when he does. And you give him that so well, thank you.” He kissed your forehead. “Such a good little wife.”

“And you’re such a good husband.” You tickle his arm, making him smile.

“Anything for my princess.”

*

Pope was gentle today.

Francisco was on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow trying to avoid tempting Pope with his mouth. 

“So fucking pretty…” He slowly thrust inside him, softening cockcovering itself in cum. He looked how Frankie looked with his cum leaking out. “Beautiful…”

Santi laid down beside Francisco, and Frankie was ashamed to say he took comfort in the touch. He wanted to hate Santi, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t hate a man he’d known his whole life, who he’d shared that life with day in, day out. They were never apart.

 “I’m so happy with you, Frank…” He kisses Frankie’s head, and Frankie can’t help but smile. He liked Santi’s kisses when he was being nice.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t a lie.

*

You squeal, dashing around the table to avoid Ben who chased after you with a cup of water in his hand. To be fair, you started the water fight, and now both of you were drenched in water, especially after he took out the kitchen spray in the sink and showered you. Ben laughed, giving chase but he slipped on a puddle, falling on his ass.

“Ben!” You gasp, laughing still as he disappears behind the table, and you run around to check on him. Big mistake.

“BOO!”

“AH!!”

Ben threw his cup of water at you, drenching you all over again. You dump your water on his head and then make a mad dash to get more. You weren’t above getting him while he’s down.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ben scrambles up, scooping you up as you scream and laugh, carrying you to the sink.

“BEEEEN!” You playfully smack at his chest, putting up a pretend fight. “What are you doing!!”

“Winning!” Benny placed you in the empty sink and turning on the faucet over your lap. 

He doesn’t see it coming when you grab the sprayer.

*

Will heard the shouting from Frankie’s room. Jesus, they were not subtle. It wasn’t until he heard the crash he knew they weren’t fucking. Getting up to investigate, he was just in time to see Ben getting his ass thrown out of Frankie’s room. Standing in the hall, he watched Ben, clearly drunk, curl up in a ball on the floor and cry.

Ben didn’t want much to do with Will, not as a brother. Although they worked well together in matters revolving around their family, their community, their woman, Ben didn’t want the closeness and friendship they used to share. Will had hoped after he was shot, Ben would throw his jealousy aside, that he would see that Will loved him and for a moment, he did. When Will was shot, Ben stayed at his side, crying even though the shooter was still at large. He risked his life for him, even with Frankie screaming and pulling at him. Ben helped patch him up, not trusting Iris.

Now Ben was back to Ben, a sad, alcoholic slut.

Will knelt by his sobbing brother’s side, pulling him into his strong arms. Will loved Frankie, but right now Frankie wasn’t his husband. He was the man that broke his baby brother's heart.

“It’s gonna be okay, Benny. It’s gonna be okay.”

*

You sat on the counter, watching with joy as Reyansh poked at Iris, wrapping his arms around her and swaying. He’d been trying to cheer her up after she’d hovered over him and his black eye. Reyansh said it was standard sparring training for the guards and someone got a good shot in, and Jonah confirmed this, but Iris still fussed over him.

“C’mooooon, smile. Baby.”

“No, I’m grumpy.” But a smile was slipping. 

Jonah appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Sing to her, that’s a guarantee.”

“Oooohohoho no you don’t!” Iris poked at his chest. “That’s cheating!” Iris was a sucker for Rey’s singing.

It was too late. “Love’n you, is it the riiiigh thing to dooooo”

“Reeeeeey”

He turned her around to face him, and she was already smiling. “How can I, ever change things that I feeeeeeeel!”

She giggled as Rey spun her around. “You know this is my favorite! It’s not fair.”

“If I could, baby I’d give you my world!”

Jonah approached you. Things had still been awkward, but the way Jonah protected you at the shooting made you know for sure that he still cared about you. He held out a hand.

Rey took Iris’s hands, doing the twist with her. You liked how Iris’s curls moved around. She was always pretty, but god, when she smiled. You saw why Rey loved her.

“HOW CAN I WHEN YOU WON”T TAKE IT FROM MEEEE!”

You take Jonah’s hand and as soon as you hop down, he swings you around, paying attention to making sure you didn’t hit anything.

Jonah and Rey both sing, very loudly. “YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAAAAYYYYYY!”

Iris echo’d them “GO YOUR OWN WAAAAaaaaaayyy”

Jonah picked you up and spun you around, rey twirled Iris. “YOU CAN CALL IT ANOOOOOOTHER LONELY DAAYAYAYAYY”

“ANOTHER LONELY DAYYAYAYAYAY”

Reyansh took your hand, linking your arms and Jonah scooped up Iris and spun her.

“YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAYYYY”

You sang with Iris “GO YOUR OWN WAAYYY”

Rey sang the rest of the song, you all took turns dancing. You didn’t dare try to dance with Iris, but to your surprise, she took you in her arms, pulling you close and dancing with you too. She smelled like wildflowers.

*

Earlier that day…

Rey was whistling down the hall as usual. Today was a good day. It was bright and sunny out, and Iris had a surprisingly low work load. She even agreed to spend the night in his room, which, outside of the potential benefits, meant he got to hold her all night. What more could he ask for in life?

Oh! And he saw Frankie outside gardening, and maybe they shared a blunt. What about it! Yeah, he was in a great mood.

“Saha? A word?” Will’s voice called behind him. Rey rolled his eyes before turning around. Great, this guy. 

Rey out on a fake smile and turned around. “What can I do for you.”

Will was standing with his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smile on his face, but it wasn’t comforting, not like Jonah’s smile.

“Was talking to The Madonna last night, she said you helped her break into my room to get my oils?”

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[thenewausten]

First date with 2019 Quackity!

He'd invite you after a couple months of you two being friends but flirting with each other every moment of the day. Of course you accepted, he said he'd choose the place so you trusted him to be a cool thing.

Alex picked you up on a Saturday night, the weather was cool and the wind was a little cold, but you decided to not take your coat, even with your mother telling you to.

"Hey." Alex says as he sees you."Hi, 'Lex." You smile to him, he pulls you into a hug."You're beautiful." He whispers in your ear and you smile. "So you know how to be cute?" You provoke him and he laughs, you two start walking to the center of the city."I'm cute. Don't you think?!" He'd ask with a grin on his face."Yeah, I've seen better." You answer and laughs."Fuck you, Y/N."

You'd walk for almost ten minutes and then would be in the park."Shit." You'd whisper."What? You didn't like it?" He asks, a little bit worried. "No, I did! But I'm wearing a skirt, dude." You say."It's okay. Nobody wants to see your underwear, anyway." He mocks you and laughs."I bet you want to see it." You say, watching the boy's cheeks turn into a tomato as you laugh."I'm kidding, dumbass." Alex rolls his eyes."We can go to another place if you want to, Y/N. It's not a problem." He says. "Ain't no fucking way. C'mon!" You grab his hand and start to walk with him to get into the fun fair and Alex buys the tickets for you both."Can we go to the Ghost Train first?" You ask as you look to Quackity, he nods, a little apprehensive."What? Are you scared?!" You smile to him, a little bit chocked."Of course not, Y/N!"

As you went to the Ghost Train, Alex screamed several times in seven minutes and you laughed your ass off, your stomach was aching when you guys left the toy."Alex, I just can't believe it!" You say as you laugh, he's very, very embarrassed right now, poor boy."Stop! It's scary, okay?"

"Sure, I was there." You're ironic in your words and Alex rolls his eyes."It's okay, I thought it was cute your little screams." You say as he looks away."Can we go to the Roller Coaster now?" He asks, changing the subject. You nod and follow him, Alex doesn't say nothing while you both wait to get into the toy and you hug him from behind."Don't be mad at me, Alex, please." You whisper, he grabs your hands and pulls you in front of him."I'm sorry I hurted your ego, 'Lex, but I still find you very attractive, so don't worry." You loved to provoke Alex just to see his red cheeks. "So you think I'm attractive?!" He asks with a grin on his face."I never said that." You say as you both get into the car of the Roller Coaster.

You both screamed with the adrenalin of that one, laughing when you saw a man in his forty screaming more than you guys. Alex holds your hand as you get out of the toy."Can I buy you something to eat?" The boy looks to your face and you nod. "Yes, and you can try to win that one to me!" You point to a Teddy Bear in one of those park tents."Whatever you want, princess." He approaches the tent, letting you behind with a smile on your face.

"Here's your Teddy Bear. You should name it Alex." He says with a smile on his face."Poor Teddy Bear." You mock him as the boy in front of you rolls his eyes for the thousandth time tonight."It's Quackity, his name." You say as you kiss the nose of your new Teddy Bear."I can't believe the Teddy Bear gets a kiss and I don't." Alex complains in a whisper, you giggle and approach him, giving him a peck on his nose just like you did with the Teddy Bear."That was cute." He whispers and you two smile to each other, Alex grabs your hand. "Let's eat something."

Alex bought you a strawberry milkshake and a chocolate one for him."Let's go to the Ferris Wheel." He grabs your hand and it's your time to nod, but a little bit apprehensive. He doesn't notice now, but when you two sit on the cabin, the boy smiles to you. "Are you scared?"

"No, I'm not." You lie to him, drinking your milkshake and pretending to be cool with the situation."Unbelievable, you're scared!" He mocks you, laughing as he watches your face when the toy begins to spin."You're not being a nice person right now." You say and he laughs."It's bad, isn't it?" You roll your eyes to him and he approaches you."I'm kidding, hermosa. It's okay, I won't let anything happen with you." He hugs you and you smile, your heart beats a little faster and you feel the butterflies in your stomach like you always do when you're with Alex. You hug him back and all your fears calm, you put your head on his chest so you can hear his heart, it's beating as fast as yours."Are you nervous or you're just in love with me?" You mock him and he laughs."I'm not afraid of heights, you are the one who is." He whispers in your ear and then drink his milkshake. "Are you serious?" You pull him away to look into his beautiful brown eyes."Yes?" He answers, a little bit worried with your reaction, but then you smile to him."So, are you in love with me too or...?" Alex asks and you laugh."I don't know, I'm here just because I had nothing to do, you know?! And I accepted your invite to this date because I don't know how to say..." Alex cut you off by connecting his lips to yours, you smile between the kiss and put a hand on his hair as he puts a hand on your waist, deepening the kiss. The boy breaks the kiss seconds later so you two can breathe and you smile to each other. "Well, I think I'm no scared of Ferris Wheel anymore." You whisper, making him laugh. "I love you so much, you know?" He gently holds your face. "I love you too, Alex. So much."

After the Ferris Wheel, you decide to leave because it's cold and probably will rain. Alex'd take you home and give to you his coat, you'd arrive home very happy after the night and some kisses on the street below yours.

"Whose coat is this?" Your mom asks, looking at your face with a arched eyebrow. You didn't even notice you didn't give his coat back to him and if he did, he didn't want to say anything.

Well, he knew how to be cute, after all.

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[pearlofthesirens]

domestic simon riley headcanons perhaps?

ooh i'm gonna love writing thissssss!!

Domestic Simon Headcanons:

wakes up at either 4 or 5 am, even after retiring. doesn't let go of the military morning routine.

if you're sleeping, he'll give you the softest kiss before fixing the blanket so you're not cold.

brushes his teeth and immediately hits the gym. loves the food you make, will tear that shit up but he thinks he should be keeping his body fit too. doesn't want Johnny to tease him for becoming soft(you personally love him even when he's a huge teddy bear).

when he comes back and sees you making breakfast, he won't hesitate to give you back hugs despite your complains of him being sweaty and smelly. "Si, no! Take a shower first, you're stinky!" "Shower can wait, lovie. I need to give my girl a kiss first."

calls you all sorts of nicknames like lovie, darling, sweetie, doll, my girl, etc.

if he's hungry and you're not at home, the only thing he can make is tea and toast. might burn the bread a little, might add a can of beans or potato mash(bri'ish tings), do not trust him with the kitchen.

if you're doing chores together, he would definitely want to help a lot even if he doesn't know much. for example, he'd definitely help with keeping the counter clean and taking dishes out from the dishwasher if you're cooking.

why waste water? take a shower together! "Water's too hot, doll. You're gonna burn." "Water's just fine." "You make me wonder what kinda demon I fell in love with."

genuinely gets scared if you call him Simon Riley, or worse if it's Ghost. will start contemplating about every single thing he did and where he might've gone wrong. "Simon Rile-" "I'm right here, sugar. Anything wrong? Need a shoulder massage?" "I-...please get the box of pasta from the top shelf." "Anything for you, doll."

he generally refuses to let you see him in full gear, prefers to keep Ghost out of his lovely Manchester apartment. but once after he was done with a long mission, he was so tired that he entirely forgot he had a significant other and walked inside the house with his balaclava and everything. you almost let out a scream when you saw a tall figure with a skull face hovering over you as you were sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. "AAAHH-" "Darling?"

he would legit go "?????" before he realizes that he has his mask on and everything. removes it immediately and sees your eyes soften, arms wide open for him. he takes you in a bone crushing hug, not forgetting to kiss your forehead.

always the big spoon when sleeping, but loves your arm around him too. will keep one arm out for you to rest your head on, doesn't care if it's numb, and the other around your waist. when you're facing him, he will hold your head and hips protectively, letting you bury your face in his chest and neck.

doesn't believe that a man should be controlling what his partner wears, he will encourage your to wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and confident. keeps a protective arm around your waist in public to show that you're his. "Wear whatever you want, sweetie. I can fight, ain't got all this body for nothing."

arguments with him are always short. he would not let anything get to a point that you two are shouting on each other's faces, he does not want to be like his father. goes to a different room to cool himself down before he opens the door to find you.

has a hard time apologizing with words at first, will try to get you something like flowers or give you a silent hug. but he soon learns to say "sorry" and to be gentler with you.

will get down on one knee and present you the ring when you least expect it. wants to have a small wedding at a church with only a few people, preferably TF141, Laswell, your immediate family and a few close friends you have.

wants kids, but won't force you if you don't want to. will consider resigning from the military if he does end up being a dad, he doesn't want to risk his life out there when he has two beautiful human beings to come home to. "Such a poppet, isn't she? Just like her mama." "Don't give me all the credit, honey. She's got your looks too, pretty little thing."

will take you out for dates, dinners too. believes that a relationship shouldn't be stagnant. you get to pick the restaurant and he will willingly pay for whatever you want to eat. you just have to look pretty <3

although he likes to put the most effort, he expects you to put effort too. he takes offense if you disregard how he feels, is devoted to you and expects you to love him the same.

little things matter to him. he pays attention to how you make tea for him, how you do not push him when he doesn't want to talk about something, how you adjust the blanket over both of you every time he comes home late and plops himself down on the couch with you.

overall, the sweetest but realistically speaking, it might be a bit tough to live with him considering he's in the military and has a bitter past. but as long as you're ready to compromise and understand him, he will return the love tenfold and more.

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#pearly venus asks #mw2 ghost #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost #simon riley x fem!reader #pearly venus

[andy-clutterbuck]

#he HOPPING #Andrew Lincoln #* #andygifs #Actual English Muffin Andrew James Clutterbuck #can you make one of these at Build A Bear? #can i have one.....or two #Utah get me two #excuse me but The Nose™ #he's actually fluffier than that coat #it's true #EYE CRINKLES 💕💞 #if you don't want to bear hug the shit out of him i don't trust you

[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Dating Maison Talo Would Include

A/N: Yay, more House House! I love Maison a lot but unfortunately it's hard for me to come up with ideas to write for him. I don't know why, but it kinda bums me out. Never mind that tho, let's get to the headcanons!

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🏠- Well this is...yep

🏠- Maison can't even remember the last person he genuinely loved or if he even had one, so this is gonna be interesting

🏠- First things first, he knows dating him is very unconventional, so he tries to make the relationship seem as normal as possible.

🏠- What I mean by this is he finds himself in his human form much more often than he's used to, and unless he has to eat, his house form doesn't degrade it's true shape

🏠- He'll also always let you know when he's about to feed so you have enough time to get outta dodge or stay away for a bit

🏠- He's got two phones now. One for "potential buyers" and one for you

🏠- He makes sure to send you a lil "I love you" text everyday

🏠- Although I should probably mention that he prefers calling you over texting, but he understands that calling you takes time and that texting is more convenient

🏠- Maison is romantic as fuck, man. He does the whole gentleman act like holding doors open for you and pulling your chair out for you

🏠- Dude knows how to shower you in the most passionate words possible, but I mean he's had a lot of experience with knowing what to say to get people to trust him

🏠- Speaking of trust, you trusting him despite knowing what he is makes him feel...he can't even describe it. Your trust, your acceptance, you love, it's no wonder why he's so infatuated with you

🏠- That is why he is so protective over you. I went into more detail in my protective headcanons I made for him (shameless self promo I know lol). Anyhoo, Maison knows that someone like you is extremely rare. He knows he'll never find someone that loves him despite who he really is. He knows he'll never find someone that makes him feel so good, someone that makes him feel so alive

🏠- He doesn't want to lose you. He can't lose you

🏠- Moving away from that lil bit of angst, that is why he does everything he can to make you happy

🏠- Yeah, this man spoils you a lot, in both the gifts and affection department

🏠- He's touch starved too because I said so. Come on, you can't tell me that when you hug him for the first time that he wouldn't tense up before relaxing, and then growing addicted you snuggling up with him

🏠- Kisses too, he loves your kisses

🏠- Oh my God, imagine him getting ready to head on out to find a "potential buyer" and you make sure his outfit's all straightened out, like adjusting his lil pin and placing a kiss to his cheek before he leaves like you're a fifties house wife from a sitcom ❤️

🏠- I mean if you are fem then a guess you would be a "house wife". Get it? *gets shot*

🏠- Oooo, slow dancing with Maison too. This man loves slow dancing. If you're shorter than him (which you probably are this guy's tall as shit and wears heels), you stand on the toes of his shoes while you both slowly sway to the music

🏠- He would especially love cuddling you if your smaller than him because you're like a human teddy bear for him. It makes him even more protective because you're so smol and he's so much bigger so he feels like he has to protect you

🏠- In conclusion, dating Maison Talo would be a bit odd at first, but then cute as shit after you get past the whole "I'm a house creature that eats people but you cute as shit so I wanna date you instead of eat you" lol

#house hunted #house hunted game #house hunted x reader #house hunted game x reader #maison talo #maison talo x reader #x reader #rita writes

[vyntilador]

Love talk

What are the boys' love languages?

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Genre: Pure fluff<33 except for Luke's part kinda angst

GN!Reader for my besties out there<3

Might make an nsfw of this👀

Luke Pearce

Acts of service/Physical touch

Honestly tho, seeing how he hasn't seen you in like 8 years, I'd think that he'll be clingy by that point like,,, imagine a koala clinging into u😭😭😭

He'll call you over or he'll be the one to come to ur apartment just to cuddle and stuff. You don't even need to talk, he just needs to have you in his arms in a reassuring manner. When you cuddle too while sleeping, your soft breathing and the slow rise and fall of your chest just calms him down so much.

Especially during nights where he gets nightmares about how one day, with you being in the NXX and having to deal with dangerous deeds, he's afraid that he'll lose you. It's during those nights where he holds you tighter against him in a desperate effort to convince himself that you're safe and sound.

If he wakes up and you're not in bed or smthn like that, he's mildly panicking. He shoots up from the bed and is immediately running around yo apartment looking for you only to find you cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The moment he sees you humming whilst cooking with a cute lil apron on, a relaxed smile shows on his face and he slowly walks towards you to hug you from behind<3333

Sometimes with that in mind, he looks out for you a lot during missions. Don't get him wrong; he trusts you but he can't help but have these lingering fear of losing you. The moment that he hears you yelp in pain, he immediately runs over towards you asking what's wrong. Imagine you like trip on a tree root or smthn or stubbed your toe somewhere or had a little cut somewhere.

Poor boy goes mom mode and immediately scolds you gently while tending to you<33 (would def give a soft kisses to wherever u were hurt #lukebestboy)

OH AND WHILE CUDDLING, HED DEFINITELY WHISPER "I love you.." WHILE HAVING HIS FACE BURRI3D IN YOUR NECK OH MYGODDDDDDD

Vyn Richter

Gift giving/Words of affirmation

LOOK AT ME IN MY GOD DAMNED EYES AND TELL ME HE WONT BE OT THERE COMPLIMENTING YOU ON A DAILY BASIS???????

You could be out there, literally just making tea for him and suddenly, the moment he takes a sip, you'd hear that annoyingly gentle voice of his going "You always make the most exquisite tea, My love."

YALL WANNA KNOW WHATS WORSE??? HES SO SUBTLE WITH IT BUT AT THW SAME TIME, HES NOTTTTT

Working from home and ur like sat on ur bed, working on some documents for the lawfirm with Vyn right next to you, just silently admiring you your work and the moment you're done, you show it to him then he turns to look at you with the most amazing, spectacular, breath taking, amazing, beautiful, alluring, jaw dropping, fancy, handsome, soft, gentle, sweet smile of his then he opens his mouth to say, "You did it so perfectly. I'm proud of you."

(this def isnt me just indulging myself into some1 that can actually praise me properly no,,)

On bad days where you just feel like shit, he's immediately off to his garden to pick the most BEAUTIFULLY PERFECT rose he sees and gives it to you with some chocolates and a little teddy bear

When you ask him what are those for he just says "You looked a bit...out of it so I thought that I can give these to you to cheer you up."

An absolute fucking sweetheart nobody talk to me omfg

I personally think he'll do acts of service too like, imagine having just opened your eyes after a good night's sleep and immediately smelling the most delicious smell you've ever smelled then seeing Vyn sitting beside you with a tray of food.

"Good morning, my rose. I wanted you to rest more since you seemed tired last night so I made some breakfast for you:]"

Please praise him too sometimes. He's a huge perfectionist and sometimes feels like he isn't good enough for u so having u reassure him that he's more than enough is just enough to make the poor bby melt</3

*cough* vyn praise kink *cough*

Artem Wing

Words of Affirmation/Acts of service(gift giving)

The absolute KING of acts of service n words of affrimation

He sees you working hard while going to the pantry to get some coffee even tho he has a coffee maker in his office, he's quick to be like "Here's some coffee. You've been doing well these days. Remember to take a few breaks, okay?"

Cue Celestine rubbing her temples in disappointment with Artem bcs wtf,,, did he rlly just gift COFFEE to his crush?? 😭😭 Celestine's on the move to save the day and convince Artem to actually buy u roses or smthn else appropriate for a courting gift💀

Or in that one card, (in sickness or in health(?)) yall saw how Artem literally, with no hesitation, took it upon himself to take care of u??? Husband material frfr

So imagine the same thing happens like,, during field work, the heel of ur shoe broke or to make it more GN, your shoe just broke like, the sole broke off, or it was raining and it made yo shoe very slippery, imagine the worried look on his faceee:((

He'll stop walking and look at you saying, "Should we go back first? I don't think that you'll be able to move around like that...Not that I think that you'll be a burden—"

POOR BLUSHY BBY JUST HAVING A HARD TIME TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS

"No, don't move." *proceeds to take off own shoes but u fortunately stop him in time* "Why?:(" If u refuse his offer of his shoes, he'll then try to be more bolder like, one moment you were just looking at him and moments later, you're suddenly in the air and in his arms.

Celestine hiding in the shadows talking through a walkie talkie with mama wing being like "mission accomplished.😎"

Marius von Hagen

Physical touch/Quality time

Another huge clingy baby🕴️

Being a CEO of a large company and still studying takes up A LOT of his time so whenever he has time, he immediately spends it with u<33

He wouldn't care about whatever you were doing in the first place, he's immediately waltzing into ur apartment like its the most natural thing in the world (it is) and just plop down in bed with you.

Yknow, I kinda think that hes an all-around kinda guy with this love language thing. Like, he'll sometimes discreetly paint/draw you and would give it to you, if youre feeling down or just tired with his bs, hes wasting no time to immediately pamper you with kisses and whisper sweet nothings in ur ear

If you give him a gift, he'll absolutely cherish it like it's a multimillion dollar treasure (doesnt even matter what u gave him, you could give this dumbass a rock and he'd cry tears of joy)

Give him a single pebble and hes looking at you like "🥺" and saying "For me???🥺"

Yeah so all in all, he's just a 6ft bby that would absolutely spoil the living SHIT out of you bcs u deserve it<3 (congrats on bagging a billionaire bestie)

*ehem* i rlly wanna add a slight nsfw so ill make it on a diff part or smthn it's currently wip so ill link it here whem it's done *ehem*

#tears of themis #luke pearce #luke pearce x mc #luke pearce x reader #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader #artem wing #artem x mc #artem x you #marius von hagen #marius x mc #marius x reader

[cutielando]

never again ~ rafe cameron

my masterlist

You loved Rafe.

You really did.

He was the first person you had ever loved, the first man to make you feel good about yourself, to make you step out of your comfort zone and be more adventurous. The first man to show you what real love felt like.

But that person was gone.

The Rafe that you were in a relationship with wasn't the Rafe you had fallen in love with anymore. You often found yourself looking at your boyfriend and not even recognizing the person staring back at you.

He had changed, he let the drugs do so much irreparable damage to his soul that he didn't know who he was anymore. 

That was the main reason why you had decided to end your relationship. You had to do it for the sake of your well-being, not trusting your safety when you were around Rafe like you used to, once upon a time.

The perfect moment for the talk came harder than you thought it would, but you had got lucky when you caught him sober one night, scrolling away on his phone.

You firstly cleared your throat, hoping to get his attention.

When that didn't happen, him having not moved an inch, you scooted closer to him on the bed, laying your hand on his arm.

"Rafe"

He finally looked up, shutting his phone and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

"What's up?"

"We need to talk"

You could feel his muscles tense slightly under your touch, the words that came out of your mouth never leading to a pleasant conversation.

"About what?" he didn't want you to see that he was shitting his pants on the inside, trying to keep his cool and act nonchalant.

"Us" you smiled sadly, taking your hand off of his arm.

"What about us? We're fine"

"No, we're not fine, Rafe. We haven't been fine for months on end now! I can't keep watching you destroy yourself because of your addiction, baby. I can't keep doing this anymore. You're not yourself anymore, you haven't been yourself for a very long time and I can't bear watching you like this. I don't want to do this anymore. I think we need some time apart" you had turned away from him, facing forward and hugging your knees to your chest.

You heard his breathing getting quicker, something that always happened when he was panicking.

"Baby, I will get better, I promise. It's just a really tough time for me right now and this is how I cope with the stress. But I can get off that shit anytime. Please, don't leave me, I'll be better" he was hugging you from behind now, tears soaking the back of your shirt.

You bit your lip tightly, trying to suppress the sob that was threatening to come out of your lips. Tears were freely flowing down your cheeks, but you didn't even bother to wipe them away. There was no point.

"I wish I could believe you, Rafe. I really wish I could, but I can't. We've had this conversation too many times with empty promises and I can't take any more of those. I'm sorry, but this is for the best. I'm willing to try again if you end up getting clean and you get your life together, but until then, goodbye" you turned around and took his face in your hands, pecking his lips one more time before you got up and left Tannyhill, your tears blurring your vision.

The moment you got to your car and closed the doors, pained sobs escaped your lips, your whole body rocking with them. You knew you had made the right choice, at least for the time being, but that didn't mean it didn't absolutely break your heart.

Rafe was sitting in the same spot, his mind trying to process everything that had just happened. He knew the moment was long overdue, he now realized just how much he had changed ever since he started heavily doing drugs again, he knew how much he neglected you and the shit you had had to put up with because of him.

He realized he hadn't been fair to you, but damn did it hurt him like nothing else in the world. Knowing he had let you slip through his fingers, the only person he had ever loved and the only one who had ever loved him for who he was. Gone, just like that.

Sniffling and wiping his tears away, he picked up his phone, making some calls determined to get better and win you back because he couldn't live without you.

Not anymore.

Five months had passed since the night you and Rafe broke up. You had been keeping busy, burying yourself in schoolwork so you could have something to think about that wouldn't be related to Rafe.

You had held onto hope that he had got the help he needed, wanting him to realize that there was so much to life besides drugs. 

He had sent you messages, telling you how he was doing, what he was up to, but you chose to ignore them all. You didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed if you found out he had been lying, so you just simply hadn't replied.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe had been clean ever since the night you broke up with him. He had went to a rehab center the morning after, determined to get and stay clean for the rest of his life so he could prove to you that he loved you and he was serious about your relationship.

When he got back from the center and settled in back home, he decided to drive over to your house, in hopes that he could get you back into his life.

It was evening when he appeared in front of your door. It was very warm outside, the sun having just set.

He knocked on your door, hoping that you would be the one to answer. And his prayers had been answered because you appeared in the doorway, shorts and one of his T-shirt on your body, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Rafe?" you asked, not believing he was really at your door.

"Hi, baby" he smiled, giving you the bouquet of roses he had been hiding behind his back.

"Um, thanks. They're beautiful" you said as you smelled the flowers, smiling because he had remembered your favorite flowers.

"Just like you" he said, making you blush. "Can we talk?"

You looked at him, taking in his features. He looked healthy, which warmed your heart.

Nodding, you set off towards the kitchen, finding a vase for the flowers before joining him in the living room.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I messed up, Y/N, I know that. My behavior for the past few months has been inexcusable, I realize that. I lost sight of myself and I became a horrible person, someone who didn't even deserve the bat of an eye from someone like you. I know I've treated you badly, I know how much I hurt you and how much I neglected our relationship. I'm sorry for everything, baby. I've been clean for the past 5 months and it's going to remain like that. I'm never touching another drug again. I want us to work, baby, I want us to be together again. I promise to love you and be the man you deserve to have by your side. What do you say?"

His eyes for so hopeful, so full of hope and love. You couldn't deny that you had missed him terribly, the break up hurting you almost as much as it had hurt him. But you loved him, and you knew that was never going to change.

"Okay, but if I catch you with drugs one more time, it's over for good. Never again, okay?"

He nodded frantically, falling into your arms and hugging you tightly.

"Thank you, I love you so much" he whispered.

"I love you too"

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[imma-devil]

Show me | c.b

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto (The Bear) x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, [one action was done with dubious consent; make sure you get consent when having intimacy with others].

Tags: slight sub!carmy, switch!carmy, virgin!carmy, experienced!reader (there's a bit of a power dynamic thing going on so if you're not comfortable with that then please don't force yourself), some size kink, one use of nickname (baby), insecure!carmy + (emotional hurt/comfort??), carmy has a praise kink?, carmy needs a hug, no use of y/n, brief edging, handjob (m!receiving & f!receiving?), p in v sex, no protection (wrap it!), creampie, cockwarming? I guess, not entirely proofread.

Word Count: 4,180

Summary: Carmy and you are in a serious relationship. Carmy has gotten to the point where he knows what he wants, and that is to lose his virginity to the one he trusts. Will you show him what he has been missing out on for so long? Will you treat him the way he deserves?— Absolutely.

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm sorry I have been MIA. This is my attempt to get back into writing. It is also my first submission for 2023's Lazy Ghouls Kinktober. The prompt I used for the week was virginity.

You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the character belongs to its original creators.

Honestly, you should’ve felt more considerate about the situation before you. Even though you could physically feel the anxiety that was thrumming through his blood and intoxicating the air, you could only focus on the honey glow coating his curls. The sun shone through the window of your Chicago apartment, illuminating half of his frame in its warm light. His eye, closest to the sun’s reach, held a crystalline structure of the purest blue. Even as his gaze flitted away from you, searching for some ease to his uncertainty, you could only focus on his beauty. It was only when his weathered hand moussed through his curls that you were brought back to Earth. 

“Are we sure about this?” He asks, meeting your eye from beneath his lashes. “I mean… you kind of got the shit end of this deal here.”

“Says who? I’m happy with this outcome,” You smiled, your fingers playing with a crease in his pant leg. 

“I just— I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into,” he said, sealing his lips in that nervous habit of his. 

“You’ve explained it to me… I know what I’m getting, and it doesn’t make me want you any less.” You eased your hand onto his thigh, almost as if to transfer your feelings through touch. “So, stop trying to scare me away.”

“Trust me… that’s the last thing I want to do.” He exclaimed with a weak chuckle.

“I do… I do trust you,” you used him to scoot yourself closer to him on the sofa. “---and I want you to trust me too.”

“I want to do this. I want to do this with you.” He quickly averted his stare, clasping his hands around one another to rub at his knuckles. “...it’s just that, I’m not sure how— How do I do this?” 

You cover his hands with your own, tracing his tattoos with your thumbs in slow circles. 

“I mean—” He suddenly cut in, “I’ve watched it—y’know—so I’m not oblivious. I just, I— God! Why is this so difficult!?” He jumped to his feet, taking his hands to wipe the nerves from his face, his fist rising to rest over his lips; fearful that if he said any more, he would expose just how afraid he truly was. He was resisting the urge to run for the hills, the urge to accept that he just may never make it passed this step. 

You rest your hand on his lower back, slowly approaching him from behind. With your hands looped around his chest and your ear turned to rest against his back, you breathe your words of advice: “...you take it one step at a time, one foot behind the other, and I’ll be here the whole way.” 

“If you ever want to stop, or slow down, you can tell me.” You added. “I care about you, you know that?” 

“...yea,” he hummed.

“I don’t expect you to be some type of sex god on your first go…” you huffed a laugh, “But, I do expect to have a good time… and if you let me take the lead, I’d like to make it so that you have a good time too.” 

Carmy felt torn, maybe it was unrealistic to think that he’d be great right off the bat, that he could please you without guidance. All that he could go off of was the porn he watched as a teenager and the dreams of you that have been plaguing his sleepless nights. He couldn’t help but feel ashamed that he couldn’t perform to how he wanted… and at how a part of him enjoyed the way you were speaking to him. He shouldn’t like the thought of being taken care of, it was the guy who was supposed to take the lead, right? 

You could feel the warmth of his hand fall upon yours, the rough pads of his fingers trailing faintly atop your skin. A taut breath shuddered within his chest before his mouth opened to voice his want, “...show me.”

Taking hold of his hand, you led him towards your bed away from the couch, keeping in his view all the while. You placed a light peck on his hand and watched as a smile tugged at his lips. Once the backs of your legs met the mattress, you guided his rough hand to your chest, bringing him just that little bit closer. Your lips met in a gentle kiss, coaxing a pleased hum from his throat.

“Take this off f’me,“ you pointed to your shirt, the rest of your fingers still slotted with his. 

His ministrations were eager as he tugged at the fabric with his lips still against yours. You subtly released his grip, placing the both of your hands on his hips to give him more mobility to free you of your clothing. 

“Slow,” you whispered upon breaking your kiss, grinning when his body nearly chased yours. “...like this.” 

You recaptured his lips before sneaking your fingertips below the hem of his white-t, the rest of your hands soon followed as you traveled to the dimples in his back. Relishing in the goosebumps that arose on his skin, you paused to appreciate the moment. By raking your nails up the back of his sides, his body shudders. His shirt raises the further your reach meets the underside of his arms and you hook your fingers beneath the fabric to tug it up and over his head. Carmy then makes a sound of disapproval when you ultimately have to end the kiss to remove his shirt. 

To your surprise, he doesn’t shy away once his chest is bare for you to see. Instead, he mimics your action, opting to personalize it to his own liking. He begins palm first, resting it affront your belly, just barely above your core. The sheer size of his hand in comparison to you is enough to make you flutter. His other hand stabilizes your back, resting it on the crest of your ass, pulling you into him— close. Carmy rests his forehead against yours, his glossy, blown-out eyes intruding deeply into yours. 

“How’s this?” he asks, his tone bordering a plea, as his hand travels higher. His hips cant towards you while his composure inevitably dwindles, having underestimated just how much he wanted to do this before. 

You can feel the callouses beneath his fingertips trail over the ridges of your ribs, stalling as they meet the underwire of your bra. You can hear Carmy’s exhales begin to shake, watching as his lashes grow even heavier. He helps your shirt the last bit of the way with his other hand and his lips part when he finally sees the skin beneath. His eyes drift to a close as he practically breathes you in, his hand slotting into your side where Carmy’s thumb mindlessly makes a rhythm of its own in the grooves of your skin. 

You ridge your fingers over the waistband of his jeans, anchoring him as you continue your kiss. Almost as if it were a handle, simply made for your possession. “My bra,” you direct, barely registering the need to speak, all too consumed by the taste of mint gum and something warm– something undefinable. 

Now this— Carmy actually felt like he could manage. He had done it once before in high school, ushered to a party he otherwise didn’t want to attend. The girl, he didn’t even know her name, but she had already taken her shirt off for him. All that was left was the bra, he managed to fumble for it in the dark before someone barged in and marked that he remain a virgin well into adulthood. Carmy was thankful for that now; you were well worth the wait. Whatever he could’ve experienced pales in comparison to sharing this bed with you, even if it has only just begun. 

Carmy didn’t register that he would have to focus on the ministrations of his fingers instead of melting at your lips long enough to undo the clasp. You had this hold over him that was all-consuming like some thick haze clouding his vision; he wanted to give into it. But, fighting his innermost wishes, he tugged at the clasp, and couldn’t help but grin against your lips at his successful first attempt. Like a child, he nearly wanted to bolster his achievement with a celebratory fist, but knew well enough to avoid looking like an idiot. 

But, he might’ve failed at doing just that because the second he caught sight of your chest, he could feel all sense escape him. His head dropped to your shoulder, his thick curls tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. You can feel the warm puffs of his exhale against your skin, his breath growing more haggard by the second. His hands traveled up the expanse of your sides, cupping your breasts in each of his palms. His hold— incredibly gentle, muscles taut with obvious restraint. He sublimates with a fierce kiss to your nape, a groan escaping his lips despite muffling himself into your shoulder. 

“What do you want, Carmy?” you meagered out on short breath, “Tell me,” 

His arm snakes around your torso, taking a bruising hold as he anchors you close to him. His other hand gropes the mound of your breast, the vein beneath his skin growing prominent as he wills himself to hold onto what remains of his restraint. 

He makes an incoherent sound, filled with need and almost reminiscent of a word, but he nuzzles your neck as if he conveyed what he wished. He pushes his hips into yours, pulling away to look at where you met as if he were putting himself on display. “It hurts,” he whines with a wounded look… one that you would damn near call him devious for. 

You undo the button of his jeans and watch as the fabric tries to force its way open at the pressure beneath. The zipper undoes itself halfway and you guide it the rest to reveal the bulge beneath his cotton briefs. He sighs with a slack jaw at the relief, watching your hands intently in anticipation. You palm him through his briefs for a moment, teasing at the weight of him in your hand, gauging his expression as his brows lift and a throaty exhale falls from his lips. 

“You still okay with this?” you gloat while pulling away your hand, “We can still stop.”

His grip immediately snaps to your wrist as his eyes bore into yours, “Not funny.”

You gingerly hum a reply, “Kinda funny.” 

You begin pulling your pants below your ass before stepping out of them one leg after the other and Carmy takes the cue to do the same. You took a seat on the mattress, playing audience as he took off the tight fabric. He kept taking glimpses of the small cloth that was scrunched at the top of your thighs. He couldn’t help but be caught up on the fact that you were sitting before him in your underwear, your legs crossed, your ass peeking from the underside of your thigh. He would give anything to see it. The same ass he would sometimes zone out on in the kitchen from the view of his office. The same ass that was hugged perfectly from your jeans. He was broken out of his thoughts from the sound of your laughter, and he couldn’t help the heat that crept to his face at the realization that he was caught. 

Now that his jeans were gone, you could see his body for what it was. All that you could say is that you were pleased; seeing his built body and blushing face in front of you with the dick you’d been craving to see, barely hidden behind his briefs. He was almost hesitant walking over to you, like the moment was growing ever more real as it grew closer. To your surprise, when he sat next to you, he already took things into his own hands. He makes an advance at the back of your neck, swiping away any hair that resides there to clear him a space to leave small blemishes with his lips.

He was almost convincing you not to turn around, as if a distraction could postpone the rejection that he was adamant would soon occur. So, like in his pursuit of cooking, he set forth to please. He could remember the insecurity he felt when he first entered the field, the scrutiny that burned into his skin nearly as permanent as his ink tattoos, and the acidity at the back of his throat that made him feel like he was one failure away from collapsing from within. He would then drill through the motions of training and practice to overcome, like a sculptor who chiseled away at their stone. It's that same work ethic that now has him chasing your pleasure as if it were his own. It is why all sound washes away like water within his ears as he kneads delicately into your skin with all-seeking hands. As well as the reason why his kisses down the expanse of your back only relent because wanting pants were left in their wake. His eyes are sealed shut— vision abandoned so as to not see your regret nor disappointment.

 He knows yet that you’re aware of this shield, and only pains himself with a tightening chest as you pull from his embrace. The ache doesn’t go away, even once he realizes that you’ve sat yourself in his lap, facing his way. Part of him wants to flee, but he can’t even bring himself to explain why. He knows what he wants and why he’s here in this moment, but can’t ascribe the reason as to why he wants to break away despite his desire on the crest of being fulfilled— It nearly baffles him. No, It practically angers him. 

“Carm,” you begin in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’re mine— and the only way you’ll stop being mine is if you don’t want me to be yours anymore.” 

He focuses on the sensation as your arm hooks over his neck for your hand to come up and play with his hair. The soft drag of your nails against his scalp has his eyes open beneath lidded hoods.

“You’re in your head right now, and I don’t want you to be… because what you’re thinking isn’t true.” He watches the words fall from your lips and hangs on every word. “Now, I say it again— if you feel like you’re not ready, I won’t rush you. But, if you don’t want to do this because you’re afraid I don’t want you?... then you’re kidding yourself.” 

He’s all out of words to say, so instead, he lifts your hand in his and guides it to touch him where he needs you most. You’re a little shocked from the change in pace with your hand now palming his eager erection. He immediately exerts a sigh, and you mention nothing of the twitch of him from beneath your touch. 

“Don’t lie to me,” he begs with poorly masked skepticism. “I wouldn’t forgive you.”

“---that’s more than I’d forgive myself,” you shake away his concern, your adamancy shining through your expression like a beacon over a fjord. 

This time when you kissed, he tasted less like mint gum and more like molten heat. This kiss was beholden of a warmth attributed to the time spent between you, something a product of late nights cleaning the kitchen to garbled jazz and rock music from a cheap speaker. It was the product of brisk air biting at your nose during alleyway conversations, the smell of crisp mornings, and cigarette smoke wafting on the wind. The result of casual dates, never acknowledged for what they were; instead, listed as evening talks spent in each other's apartments, sharing naps, and dreams of the future. 

You hold onto that feeling, the same as he does. You guide his hand to your heat, smiling as you notice his movements stutter. Without relenting, you continue to rub him above his briefs, applying gentle friction to keep him present. 

“You feel that?” you directed his hand to set aside your underwear and up to your aching bud, “that’s my clit— do you know what to do with it?”

He stations his thumb on the bundle of nerves, rolling in languid circles. His eyes, linger upon your pussy that he’s been eager to see all afternoon, but soon look up to gauge your reaction and you can almost hear his unvoiced question of ‘did I do good?’ 

“Yes,” you grin. “Right there,” 

He nearly choked when you unearthed him from his briefs with no warning, unable to push off the change in focus seeing as he was no longer in the lead. He’s probably not much longer than 6 inches, but he’s thick and sits heavy in your hand. He watches in awe as you lick a stripe up your hand before applying light pumps to his dick, afraid to push him over the edge too soon. 

“What you’re doing to me right now, I’ll show you how it feels.” you breathe a chuckle, “...it shouldn’t feel too different.”

He briefly nods before you place your thumb against his slit, your palm working away slowly against his head while your thumb mimicked the motions of his. “Oh, fuck.” he whispers as if it almost was a question. The slight squelch from your lightly clenched fist was like the spoon that stirred the swirling contents of his mind. It was cute to witness his dilemma of where he should look, either at your glistening pussy that wept at his thumb on your clit or his dick that was bare and aching under your attention. His pants grew quicker with less between and you could tell he was nearing closer. You bridged that happy medium, fastening your pace and crooning as his pants grew into meager moans. It was only once his voice grew silent and his abdomen strung tight that you removed your hand entirely. He whined a sound of displeasure, to which you gave a remorseful smile and placed a peck on his forehead. 

“Sorry baby,” you gave him an apologetic kiss for good measure. “You have to wait, we don’t want this to be over just yet.” 

You watch contently as his breath shudders in his chest, coming back down to Earth. He doesn’t have much time to register you climbing atop of him, only truly realizing once he noticed you were lining yourself up. 

“Are you sure you still want to go through with this?” you asked, taking a moment to really confirm if he was ready or not. “---no hard feelings if you aren’t.” 

“No–” his voice croaked in his throat, “No, I want this.”

You hummed in recognition of his response before lowering yourself down on him inch by inch. A pleased smile grew on your lips at the loosening of his, all while his brows formed a tight knot and he locked in on the site of where you both met. 

“Ah, fuck~” he hissed, clenching his jaw so as to not say more. 

Once he bottomed out, his head fell slack on his neck. His face– turned to the heavens, but his eyes closed in bliss.

“Mmm, you did good.” you praised. Proud that he lasted so far, you graced his exposed neck with a gentle caress of your warm hand. Your intention was to be rewarding, but truthfully, he found it laced with temptation.

With an ephemeral sigh pushed from his lungs to the sky above, you noted the jolt of him from within you. He releases a chuckle, thick with haze. “God~   you feel good…”

“What does?--” you fight back a smile, “How does my pussy feel, Carm?”

He groans, taking a brief pause before giving you your answer. “Warm~” his breath staggers, “...wet,” 

“What about now?” you ask, lifting yourself on his cock. Your hips start to rock in a languid rhythm, rolling down on his in tortuous circles. He sets again his bruising hold on your waist, as if holding you, holding anything, could keep him in this moment. 

You watch the muscles grow taut in his neck and a subtle pink blooms in the skin above his carotid. His abdomen matches; his muscles going rigid. You could tell he was already fighting his release, and it wasn’t unexpected. 

“Carmy,” you grab hold of the side of his face, your thumb resting right on the apple of his cheek. “Just let go—         you’re allowed to feel good.”

Calling it a gasp would be an exaggeration, but it was like Carmy resurfaced for air. Once he finally allowed himself to breathe, there was nothing to be done to quell his now free-flowing moans. Carmy wasn’t loud, it wasn’t quite like the volume he was capable of when coursing out demands in a busy kitchen. Of course, he wasn’t quiet either. His voice of pleasure resembled a deep sigh— followed by the slightest upturn. 

Witnessing his pleasure added that extra sensation to have you harmonizing your breaths. Your pleasure grew balanced— as if every motion that progressed his pleasure pulled you along behind him on a tether. It wasn’t long before you felt Carmy’s confidence begin to build— his pace along with it. His hips carved their own rhythm, setting a motion faster than the one you set with his sensitivity in mind. There was a clumsy, yet endearing quality to his thrusts that had you feeling dizzy.

“That’s it, Carmy~” you praised, pulling him in chest to chest so as to drive him deeper. “Fuck~   so good."

With your voice so close to his ear, he could practically feel the vibrations. With each comment of support that you made, he could sense his dwindling resolve. The sweat building on your bodies was proof of your efforts to reach your end. But, God- Oh God– he just needed you to cum. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he finished before he got you off. He hoped you wouldn’t notice the desperation behind it, but as he captured your lips in a kiss, he snuck his hand between you to stimulate your clit. His hips were still snapping up into yours, all while he could feel you grinding down on him. It was like some sinful equation of lust and desire; his mind couldn’t bear to push through it any longer. It didn’t help that he noticed that your smothered moans transitioned into filthy whines stifled on his tongue. He could barely lift his head, solely focused on the place where you met in timed thrusts. He couldn’t bring himself to care that he broke away from the kiss, not with the fact that he could now shamelessly listen to your unfiltered moans bless the air, even if his breath was escaping him in leisured pants. 

Like a wire under a blade, your orgasm snapped into place. If your choked sound of pleasure wasn’t enough indication, he was immediately aware by the tightness that was constricting him. The sudden feeling brought him to the precipice he had been stifling with his every ounce of will. His arms had wrapped you in an embrace upon the realization of what was to come, his nose buried so deep into your neck that all he could perceive was your scent. You waited for his orgasm to come to its end, ever aware of the warmth that was filling you. You noticed his entire body go slack, his frame melting into yours like a lost puzzle piece. His hair— deliciously tickling your neck. 

You gathered your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck as you had before, brushing out his untempered curls. He made a sound of contentment, the haziness of it rumbling in your chest. His hands, which now hung loosely near the small of your back, drew featherlight drawings on your skin. With the slightest turn of your head, you placed a soft, yet ardent, kiss to his temple— resting there, so as to imprint your feelings into his very flesh and bone. 

Carmy turns with a thoughtful look in his eyes, pausing as if to commit every detail of your face to his memory before reciprocating with a kiss that veiled a million words. 

You breathe him in, smiling into the action and sensing it when he does the same. “So– how did we do?” you ask, breathless with your eyes still closed from the moment you shared. You open your eyes when he takes you into his hold, both of his hands cupping your face on each side of your jaw. The ‘SOU’ on his knuckles— visible to the slow-turning world around you. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” he whispers with his eyes still fixated on your lips. 

You brightly smile, “---and you never will.”

#carmy berzatto #carmy deserves a hug #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x you #carmy the bear #virgin!carmy berzatto #kinktober #lazy ghouls kinktober

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könig with tall a lover (they’re like the same height) how he react sfw and nsfw

(my first time requesting sorry if it’s kinda weird)

OK I AM SO EXITED FOR THIS ONE. I am 6'2" and I speak German so this is just perfect. I love writing for him since we are very similar so buckle up and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT since there's NSFW. I PUT THIS TOGETHER OVER TWO DAYS SORRY IF ITS KINDA SHIT. Thanks for the request Anon! <3

Pairing: König x GN!Reader

Type: Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Warnings (kinda): Sub needy König, dom reader, readers gender is unspecified, König is a shy sweetheart, mentions of war related things, praise kink, size kink, breath play, teasing, overstimulation?, manhandling, hair pulling, slight impact play?, reader could have a dick or a strap, oral sex (reader receiving) could be either readers dick getting sucked or readers pussy being eaten its up to you horny freaks, gentle and passionate relationship with no BDSM or hard sex because we must be nice to the Austrian cinnamon roll.

A/N: The NSFW will be dom!reader because we don't do that sub shit here 😋👏

König x Tall!Reader Headcannons

{NSFW FAR UNDER THE CUT, STILL MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI}

SFW:

When König first joined the KorTac company, he didn't think he would ever find someone as tall as him, but there you were.

You had greeted him professionally, shook his hand firmly and looked him straight in the eyes. He was so used to everyone gazing up at him so this eye contact instantly awoke something in him.

When you both weren't working, he would try and strike up a conversation despite his social anxiety. You found his attempts quite amusing to say the least and you two soon became inseparable.

KorTac enlistees had already been intimidated by your size and rank, but now there was another giant always one step behind you. This certainly re-enforced any sort of authority you had over your troops (and enemies).

This gave you quite the reputation, especially on missions. If there was anything to do with stealth or infiltration, you would sigh and pull him aside as other more... fitting candidates were chosen.

Although, you always kept each other company and your combined prowess in battle was a major force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to intimidation and brute force.

You two were close friends and soon König was comfortable about sharing his past, his social anxiety, joining the Kommando Spezialkräfte in the 1st Platoon, failing to become a sniper, his deployment in Berlin, joining KorTac... absolutely everything.

Soon after, you told him your story and how you ended up here. This created a deep level of trust and comfort between the two of you.

This deep emotional connection, trust, and inseparability soon turned into the both of you falling head over heels for each other. König was the one to confess first in a rather flustered moment of panic. You had just laughed and hugged him tight.

In public, you both kept your relationship purely professional but when you were alone, physical and verbal affection was everything. Kissing and cuddling was the best thing on earth with König. He was like a big, flustered, teddy bear who wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

You both came back muddy and exhausted from training one evening, dropping your gear by the door of your shared dorm before competitively sprinting to claim who showered first. You won and quickly got in, laughing at König's muffled German curses from outside the door.

"Oh mein Gott! Let me shower with you, i'm cold!" He whined sheepishly outside the door.

"Nope!" You snickered, quickly finishing in the bathroom before walking out in undergarments. You flopped onto your bed and gave him a grin. "Go right ahead." You teased playfully.

König rolled his eyes and disappeared into the bathroom. You were so exhausted that you were already half asleep when he was finished. You two didn't bother saying anything else, he just wriggled under the covers with you and wrapped his large frame around your equally broad one. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you both fell asleep in a big, messy bear hug.

NSFW:

If we had to give König a label, he would be a switch (leaning submissive) bottom. A very soft and gentle one at that. Due to his nature and history, he would be into passionate and gentle sex rather than rough.

He would love being praised and comforted, definitely a pillow prince with a praise kink.

Your similar size to him would also be a huge turn on. The fact that you can easily manhandle him into whatever position you wanted, would make him whine and blush.

He would be quite shy to initiate any sort of sexual activity and it made him feel a little ashamed. (HES SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW I WANNA SNUGGLE HIM AHSGJHDGIU)

Definitely into gentle hair pulling, whether its pulling his head back to whisper sinful praise in his ear as you thrust into him or gently guiding his head down as he gives you head.

Both of you have an incredible amount of stamina and can easily go multiple rounds and even all night.

He's quite impatient and can't handle being teased. It would either end up with him quickly taking what he wants (usually ending up with a gentle smack on his inner thigh from you), or he gets teary-eyed and starts whinily begging for you to please him. Of course you can't resist.

You had come out of the shower, steam rising from your muscled, toned body. König gulped, his eyes flicking over your form as he pretended to be half asleep. He had already showered and was barely clothed under the sheets. You got under the duvet and slid a hand up his bare back, knowing damn well he wasn't asleep.

König let out a muffled squeak as he felt your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him close and tight. He could feel your breath of his nape and he shivered, already becoming aroused. Your large calloused hand ran up his chest and rested on his collarbone, pulling him closer so your breath fanned over his ear. König straight up whimpered and it made you smirk.

"Ha.. w-what are you doing-?" He said softly, desperately holding onto your arm around his waist. You laughed fondly, pressing a kiss to his neck as the tension was broken. He shivered and leaned into your touch, grateful for your warmth.

"Nothing.." You replied, moving your hand downwards ever so slightly. König let out a shaky sigh and closed his eyes.

"Bitte- if you're going to... fuck me. Stop teasing me and do it~" he whimpered. You chuckled, gently reaching down with one hand to grab both his wrists and firmly hold them against his chest. Your other hand snuck down into his boxers, making him lean his head back onto your shoulder with a soft gasp.

Soon enough he was pleading and moaning, his hot breath against your ear as your fingers ran up and down his slick cock. His gasps and whines were enough to make you want to bend him over and finish him right here, but you held back.

"A-ah~ please- please my love~" He cried out, rocking his hips into your tight fist. "Heilige Scheiße~ I need to c-cum.. please~" He gasped brokenly, right next to your ear. You relished in his desperation but nodded, rubbing your thumb roughly over his weeping tip and down the thick veins of his length.

"You may cum sweetheart.." You purred softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline. You couldn't help but lean down and suckle on his sweetspot, leaving a dark hickey on his neck and marking him as yours.

König lost his mind, throwing his head back onto your shoulder as he let out unintelligible strings of curses in broken German and English. He soon released, letting out a lewd cry as he reached his peak and shot ropes of white all over your hand.

You gently stroked him, letting him come down as he shivered and whispered soft "thank you"s over and over again like a prayer. He rolled over to face you and buried his blushing form against your chest. You sighed then smiled fondly, cleaning off your hand with your nearby towel before hugging him tight. König was already asleep, snuggling into your warmth. You pressed one last kiss to his forehead and fell into a deep sleep beside him.

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