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explicit-tae · 7 months

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Ungodly Hour (1)

That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

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Warning: idk yall, i was bored, smut, college au, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with good reasons, dirty talking, swallowing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cumming,

Your mouth wrapped around the tip of Jungkook’s cock, twirling the head in your mouth. You only slightly (maybe more than you want to admit) the way the salty pre-cum drips into your mouth as you suck. Even better were his moans - so soft and velvety; melodic.

if anyone was to blame it had to be your brother - he was the nuisance in your life. It was as if he intended on making your life a complete mess.

You were a good person, daughter and sister. You did what you had to do - attend classes everyday. You went to work and then home without a care. You worked at a grocery store part time and made enough to pay your half of the rent. Sure, with the price of groceries now you couldn’t be bothered to buy any. But that’s where your parents came in. You craved independence from them but only for privacy. You made sure you were there every night for dinner and sometimes if you had time, breakfast in the mornings.

Your brother was just upset that you accidentally bought an add-on on his hulu account - but how else were you supposed to watch what you wanted if he was too cheap to pay for anything further? It was bad enough you had to sit through 2 minute ads - it was the least he could do.

This is how you now found yourself sucking Jungkook off - the same man you had been dodging ever since the pair of you met. He gave off fuck boy vibes and the last thing you needed was that in your life - until you actually did need Jungkook. The irony.

Jungkook watches with hooded eyes at the beautiful sight of you. You had now grasped the length of his cock and began to pump him, focusing more on the tip of his head. He was glad the two of you were alone - seeing as you didn’t even have the decency to take him to your room and insisted on doing this on the couch. But Jungkook wasn’t a picky person - he prayed for times such as this. You were the play hard to get type and one thing he enjoyed was the chase.

Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and thrusts lighty into your mouth, groaning as he does so. You allowed it. You laid your tongue flat, eyes flickering up to watch his expression. Satisfaction bubbled deep inside of you at the sight of his lust-filled expression. Dark hooded eyes, gasping lips.

“I waited, fuck…so long for this.” Jungkook groans, pumping inside of your mouth a little faster. His thumb caresses your cheek. “I told you that I’d have you one day, didn’t I?” he says smugly.

You groan a response, throat vibrating against his cock. That bastard, you thought. Jungkook did - he told you that one day your “play hard to get” act would crumble and when it did, he’d be there. But this couldn’t count - right? You were doing this for the greater good, after all. You had shows to watch and Jungkook just so happened to be the one that had a premium account.

You feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock tickling the back of your throat, testing to see how far you’d let him go. There’s a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and it drips slowly down your chin. Your mouth was heavy - wet and warm and inviting. You were determined to make him cum and he was determined to do just that.

Jungkook’s hand grips your hair - you moan at the sensation. He pumps just a little faster, your slurps and gagging hitting his ears and he moans at just how filthy you were for him.

“I’m about to cum.” Jungkook groans. His free hand wipes away a lone tear that releases from your eye. “You okay?” he asks, slowing his thrusts.

Your response was to bring him deeper into your mouth, blinking up at him. You slap his thigh harshly and that was all the permission he needed to fuck your throat. He shudders, feeling his toes curl. It didn’t help that your teary eyes watched his every move - and Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Even now while he took control, you remain just as stubborn; challenging him. “F-Fuck…” Jungkook grunts. “W-Where do I cum?”

Jungkook wants to slap himself, forgetting that you can’t exactly respond to him. But he’s unsure if cumming inside of your mouth would be too intimate - but then again, you could always spit it out and he would be fine with that.

You gag, feeling your throat swell with the warm, salty substance. You inhale through your nose and moan. “L-Let me find-” Jungkook watches as you swallow and lick your lips - he feels his cheeks redden and his heart thump.

You wipe your eyes of the pathetic tears and hum. “Don’t get big headed.” you hiss.

Jungkook smirks and bats his eyelashes. “Never.” he says. “I already made you a profile on my hulu account.”

You watch as Jungkook takes out his phone to show you the account and like state, he did make you your own profile. You snort at the name - stargirl. “I’ll text you the information to get into it.”

You place your hands onto his thighs. Your eyes lower to his cock - it wasn’t completely erect, but it wasn’t softening, either.

“I was told I would get peacock and hbo max.” you say to him. You didn’t want to tell him that you were wet and wanted to ride him, his head was already big enough.

“I have hbo max as an add on with hulu.” Jungkook responds, eyes darkening at the thought of feeling you.

“Hm. That’s too bad.” you tilt your head. “I wanted to ride you.”

“I can add disney.” Jungkook responds far too quickly, mentally cursing at how desperate he appeared.

Smirking, you nod your head. “Deal.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you lift from your knees and kick off your shorts, panties flying with them. He’s erect once more at the sight of your slick trailing down your thighs. Your thighs trap him beneath you as you center yourself on him. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Jungkook gulps. His hands place themselves firmly on your hips. “I can pull out.” he nods. “Unless you want another streaming service as payment for me cumming inside of you.” he jokes - unless…

Jungkook smirks at you and you could only glare. You sit down on him completely and wipe the smirk from his lips. Your hands grip his shoulders as you begin to pound on him. It doesn’t take time for the entire sitting room is filled with your moans mixed with Jungkooks as well as skin slapping.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Jungkook murmurs, inching closer to capture your lips with his own. You never said anything against kissing is his defense.

You deepen the kiss, grinding against him. “Says the man who hasn’t stopped moaning since we started.”

Jungkook chuckles and does just that. His hands trail from your hips, to your thighs and upwards towards your breast. He grips both of your clothed breasts into his palms. “Pussy feels so good, I can’t help myself.”

You swallow your own moan back. You can’t let him know his words turn you on - he would never let you live it down. It’s bad enough you were fucking him for streaming services.

You shifted yourself, your feet firmly against the couch. You looked into his eyes as you began to bounce on him once more, satisfied that the man below you was a moaning mess - and broke eye contact first. His eyes begin to roll at the new found pleasure.

You decided that you wouldn’t hide your own pleasure anymore. Jungkook was big and this position only meant that his cock was hitting the right spot each time.

“I know it feels good, baby.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality - and so does his thumb upon your clit. His thumb rubs hastily on it, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his cock.

“It does.” Maybe you were growing weak - but only because it did feel good. That, and the way Jungkook’s voice grows deeper and more sultry as he speaks is an added turn on.

“What happened to the playing hard to get girl I know?” Jungkook’s now thrusting upwards inside of you to meet you halfway.

You clench around him. “Fuck you.” you murmur.

“I intend to.” Jungkook manages to laugh, his thumb leaving your clit to hook beneath your thighs. He continues where you left off, stamina unmatched. He pounds into you with such need - as if this was what he had been waiting for for who knows how long.

Your arms wrap around his neck and allow him the control - just this once. Jungkook’s reveling in your submission, murmuring dirty words in your ears as he fucks you. You were so wet - slick gripping out of you and onto his thighs - that he knew neither of you would last long.

You bite your lip when you feel Jungkook’s hands on your ass. He squeezes it with such need, moaning beautifully in your ears as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Where do I cum?” he asks suddenly.

“Anywhere.” was your response.

Jungkook took your lack of direction as a sign. His fingers lean down from your ass to find your clit once more. He toys with it as he thrusts, hellbent on making sure you cum right along with him. He wasn’t going to last - not with the way you were squeezing his cock right now.

“S-Shit!” you hiss, feeling yourself come undone right as Jungkook pulls out of you, cum leaking on your ass.

Jungkook leans against the couch and pants. There was no way he was going to leave you alone after this - but that’s okay because he knows you’ll close up once more and play that game you’ve been playing. Jungkook loved the chase and deep down, so do you.

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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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One of my lovely little readers wants to hear about Konig’s PHAT Austrian cock? I got you.

Konig Dick Headcannons.

This man is the size of a bull and the whole barn. Like when yall fuck it’s down right a breeding session because I know he has a breeding kink and he’s too damn big not to.

With how veiny and leaky his uncut cock is with that beautiful piercing at the top? I’d never want to leave him. Im talking 8.3 inches and decently thick, but not as thick as I think Soap is. Thick base with a nice big tip but the rest of it is thin in comparison.

He knows just how to melt your brain with his prince albert piercing too. Massaging your clit with his tip, telling you he’s letting them meet and do introductions.

Teasing you already so much. You’re already so ready for his cock, begging for an orgasm, tired of clenching around nothing. The toys you were using while he was gone didn’t compare. You may have to make him do the clone a willy thing so you can properly feel something.

So when he’s finally inside you he loves to find that angle where he can just grind his hips lazily and tease that gummy spot with his piercing.

Does enjoy some roleplay but I do see the bedroom being where his anxiety really starts to show and his compensation begins to fail. He tries to be rough and dominant but he needs to make sure you’re ok. He knows he’s big and he knows it's heavy. He has to make sure you’re warmed up enough, he’s not just teasing to be cruel he swears.

He knows you’re on birth control but he begs to cum inside, he craves to breed you even if this home isn’t a stable environment yet. He wouldn’t bring a baby into this world yet but oh how his eyes roll back when you play along with his breeding fantasy.

He loves how you feel, he loves that his prince albert and his size doesn’t scare you. Oh god and if you ride him? He’s drooling, he can't focus, he’s so fucked out. Having a pussy that is all his? The thought alone turns him on. He craves to mold it into the shape of his dick so no other man could come close to pleasuring you, even if he knows how unrealistic that idea is.

Oh he’s still cocky in bed, but he’s definitely toned it down once he realizes you’re here to stay. Even if the cockiness is still full force when he jokes that you are both trying for a baby when he knows Krueger knows you’re on birth control and Horangi announces to him that it's a weird way of saying you’re both raw dogging.

And as cocky as he can be he’s definitely a pleasure dom in bed, your pleasure is all he cares about, his is a complete after thought.

#cod x reader #call of duty #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig cod #konig headcanons #konig smut

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shotmrmiller · 5 months

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Maybe dessert first.

Pairings: Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x afab!reader

MDNI 18+

TW: explicit content, oral sex, MINOR religious depiction or talks of it and heavy scott slang that i couldnt tell you if its right or not. anything else yall know da deal please lmk anything i need to put on here.

Johnny on leave loves taking you out on dates, which is how you ended up stumbling through your apartment door right after a movie and a couple of drinks at a bar—his fingers hooked in the belt loops on your jeans to pull you towards him and you bring your arms up around, pressing your clothed chest against his.

Johnny places open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, trailing down to below your ear, and your fingernails lightly dig into his scalp as his attention erupts your flesh in goosebumps. Teeth biting down on your shoulder, his stubble rubbing your sensitive skin raw— your nerves feel exposed, you’re so hypersensitive.

“Ye look positively bonnie t’night, lass.”

“I’m wearing what I usually wear, Johnny.”

“Aye, and you’re as beautiful as you’ve always been.”

Knees bending, Johnny picks you up by the back of your thighs— fingers digging into the meat of your hips— as if you weighed nothing. Your mouths come together, fervent and hot as he walks the both of you to the dinner table. You open your mouth to ask why he put you here when he hooks his thumb over the back of your bottom teeth, forcing your mouth to stay open. Your reaction to this is visceral.

Johnny’s crystal eyes flick from your own down to the saliva drop at the tip of your tongue that drips onto his thumb. He lifts a corner of his mouth and snags his bottom lip with his teeth as he tips his head to the side, admiring his work.

“Yer a work of art, sweet girl.”

He finally leans in and drags his tongue up along yours, at the same time grinding his covered length against your center and you’re keening.

“Anno the filthy way you love to be kissed, bonnie, I haven’t forgotten.”

Stepping back a bit, he tucks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and knickers and you lift your hips to remove both articles of clothing in one go. As if he could read your mind Johnny says, “ Yer here because I’m about to eat and mi Mam always said proper folk eat dinner on the table.”

This man is gonna be the death of you. A small death, if anything. You recline back to support your upper body on your arms behind you as you see Johnny kneel between your legs with a look of reverence as if your hips are an altar— and if Johnny had anything to say about it, you are his place of worship.

“C’mere, lass. Dinnae keep a lad waitin’.”

You scoot closer to the edge of the table and his hot breath fanning out over your leaking pussy has you clenching around nothing almost desperate. Johnny presses light prickly kisses on your inner thighs and he works his way up to where you need him and yet he won’t give you attention where you need it most. Your thighs are trembling as he skims over your clit to love on your pussy lips and with every exhale his breath stimulates your nub and it’s so good but still not enough—

“Johnny, baby plea-”

And he finally, finally licks from the bottom of your slit to your clit, pointing his tongue to move it in circles before he goes back down to stick his tongue in and he curls it, collecting your slick like a parched man finding an oasis and he moans into your pussy before moving back and you can see him savor your nectar before he says, “My lass never has to beg me fer nothin.’ I’d lower the stars and have you walk with heaven at your feet if ye asked me.”

If his words didn’t almost have you about to bawl and ruin the erotic mood, you’d find his current actions crossing his adoring words almost lascivious. He brings you back to the moment with his hands underneath your ass, bringing you closer to him and his honeyed tongue. He encircles your clit with his lips, then flicks his tongue out, again and again.

You’re digging your nails into the table as you get closer to the edge, biting your lip to keep from being too loud and Johnny is having none of it. Hand going up to your face, he uses his thumb to pull your bottom lip from in between your teeth and says, “Absolutely not. Let the neighbors know who’s doing this to ya, bonnie.” and goes right back in.

You're dripping onto the dinner table, orgasm building under his mouth, and you swear you hear Johnny moaning as loud as you— and you’re so close, it feels like a rubber band ready to snap— and as he slaps your ass to get your attention and make eye contact, he tucks the pointed tip of his tongue under your clit and closes his lips around it and sucks.

You chant Johnny’s name like a prayer as you come— head tipped forward, chin dropping down to your chest as you shake— and Johnny flattens his tongue on your clit to feel it pulse, like a heartbeat, and the extra stimulation of it lets you ride out your pleasure.

Resting heavily on your arms, body completely boneless, you see Johnny pull back and his mouth and chin are dripping slick, and you can't even find it in yourself to be embarrassed. He puts his hands on your knees and grunts as he pulls himself up from the floor and of course, Johnny’s the type to be even harder after eating pussy for half an hour. His erection twitches in his pants and you have no doubt he’s painfully rock solid but his face is that of a cat who's got the cream. And you suppose he did get cream, didn't he?

“Dinnae worry, lassie. I won’t fuck you here. I’d hate to break this table, knowing how much you like it.”

♡ ♡ ♡

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tojisun · 6 months

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Toxic biker Simon could text “u up” at like 2 am on a Sunday and I’d be like yes SIR 🫡 your works are amazing 🥰🥰

MY GOODNESS HWKDJEJ THIS GOT ME HOWLINGGG but no yea im actually so pumped at seeing yalls reaction to toxic biker!simon drabble!! like this is making me immensely giddy and a lil worried but also thats hypocritical of me bc i too would so do this :’>

and thank you sooo much omg <333!!!

i rambled and this is kinda dark so tw!!

totally didnt mean to spiral but toxic biker simon def guilt trips you into leaving any function for him ://

you’re out with your girlfriends? simon messages you that he’s outside of your dorms right now because he misses you, and that it’d be amazing if you can invite him up. you message back saying you’re not even there then he goes, “that’s fine, i’ll wait.” and of fucking course you don’t wanna make anyone wait outside at ten in the fucking evening, especially when the weather is tipping into negatives, so you begrudgingly say goodbyes to your friends and trudge back to your dorms. simon greets you with a nod, his greedy hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and you try to be annoyed at him but you both know that you can’t wait to touch him. well, your travel back home ends up running longer than simon’s visit—he came by for a ‘quickie,’ him rutting his cock along your pussy literally just by your dorm room door. then he comes in your panties, kisses you breathless, then he’s off. you are still panting and debauched when simon snatches his helmet and walks out of your room, leaving you heaving as you press yourself onto the wall, trying not to sob.

or imagine when you’re with your parents? simon’s invited because of fucking course he is. your dad adores the man, talking about how simon and him are like brothers—which, gross. and simon, for once, doesn’t bring a date and that’s only because he’s turned to teasing you as the dinner goes on. he’s sitting beside you at the dinner table, just in front of your parents, pretending to listen to whatever they’re talking about as though his warm palm isn’t sliding along your thigh, teasing higher and higher until his fingers toy with the hems of your skirt. when simon does slip his hand underneath your skirt to cup your damp pussy, you jolt, your utensils slipping from your hands and clattering onto the table. your mother frowns in worry but you tell her that you’re just jumpy tonight because of your looming deadlines and simon, the fucking culprit, just laughs and goes, “well aren’t you such a studious girl?” and he smiles down at you like he is oh-so fucking proud, all the while his hand teases your clit and slit once more before pulling his hand away as though he’s done nothing. later, when dinner is over and simon had returned to ignoring you, you try to drag him towards the guest washroom just to finish what he started but simon just pinches his lips, shakes you off of him, and then bids you all a good night before leaving. you stand by the door, nails digging into your palms as you ball your fists in your heartbreak, listening to the rev of his bike in the garage until it fades into nothing—a sign that he’s truly left.

or think about when you finally get a date? someone who’s close to your age and who you see everyday—a classmate or a coworker perhaps—and who adores you the way you should be. all of a sudden, simon’s back in your life. all of sudden he’s affectionate, he’s loving, he’s gentle. all of a sudden he’s promising you things and buying you gifts and offering to drive you on his bike.

(…and god you are so weak so you turn down your classmate or coworker for simon.)

CHUCKS THIS WORD VOMIT TO YALL N RUNS AWAY

#suns.hc #biker!simon #dbf!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #anon #ask #suns

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starysky1289 · 3 months

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Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. New Wares

TW: Toxic Relationship, DubCon, Drugs, Drug Use, Forced Drug use.

You sat around the pushed together coffee tables, Vanessa was in the other room getting something. The Soroity girls sat around the table, taking amongst themselves and passing out drinks.

“ ok girls so. Bad news, my guy got arrested the other day and I don’t have anymore coke. But, good news, I’ve got new ‘ wares ‘. “

Vanessa came into the room, sitting next you you and pulling you into her lap. She dropped the bag, dispersing some bags evenly.

“ weed? Are we ghetto now? “

“ we arnt ghetto, lily, your one to talk. this is good shit. It’s expensive. I know most of yall know how to roll these, so help eachother. Here you go baby girl, I wrapped yours for you “

Vanessa played with your hair as she dug through the bag, handing you a wrapped paper roll. You’ve seen your Roomate smoke them once or twice, but you were never to interested in it.

“ ness..I don’t do this stuff, you know it…”

“ I got this all fancy for you sweetheart! Besides, we’re with all our friends….you don’t wanna embarrass me, don’t you sweetheart~? “

You glanced down at the ground, picking up the blunt from the table, and passing it through your fingers.

“ no…I’d never wanna embarrass you…lemme see the lighter…”

Vanessa smiled, passing you the pink bic lighter. You flicked it on, starting to light the tip, letting it burn slightly before pulling it to your lips. The sweet flavor fit your mouth quickly, you closed your eyes, before pulling the blunt back, coughing out the smoke. There was a small cheer from the other girls, a few clapped, mostly snickers, but you looked up at Vanessa, who smirked, kissing your head gently.

“ see? My girl knows exactly what to do. Keep going y/n…I’ll start mine..”

Vanessa finished wrapping her own blunt, lighting it and taking a deep breath from it. She pulled it back, blowing the smoke upwards. You looked back down at yours, it tasted sweet, and it couldn’t be that bad. So, begrudgingly, you pulled it back up to your lips and took another puff from it, leaning back into Vanessa as you blew the smoke out.

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You didn’t know what time it was, or how long it had been. You were slightly dizzy and exhausted from smoking, is this what getting high was? Your roommate would come home and just fall asleep, but you were dizzy, starving, and mostly, you felt a heat spreading through yourself, starting at your cunt and spreading through your body. You still sat on Vanessa lap, so, without thinking, you gently grinded against her thighs,glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

“ what’s the matter princess…feeling…icky~? “

“ n-nessy…what was I-in that…”

“ don’t worry about it. Take another hit and I’ll help you..”

You groaned, picking back up your blunt. You lit it again, taking another deep breath through it, pulling it back before blowing the rest of the smoke out. You felt even dizzier than before, as you leaned into Vanessa. Her hands trailed over your body, as she gently kissed your neck.

You could feel her hands trailing along your legs, keeping you spread. She tugged on your pants, pulling them down slightly to reveal your panties.

“ n-nessy…the g-girls…”

“ shh…there to busy getting high…it’s just us, ignore them sweetheart…”

With a swift tug, Vanessa pulled your panties down, dragging her fingers through your already soaked folds. You let out a small whine, and Vanessa used her free hand to bring your blunt back up to your lips.

“ again baby. Another hit. “

You started your puff, and Vanessa slammed her fingers into you, making you gag out a moan around the smoke. Vanessa held you up as she steadily worked her two fingers in and out of your tight hole. You whined again, throwing your head back against her. Your brain was practically melted, you where to tired and dizzy to do anything, but too horny to stop her.

“ n-nessy…”

“ oh I know sweet girl…girls like you shouldn’t need to do anything except sit here and be played with…I told you I made it special, didn’t it~? “

You could feel the eyes. The eyes of every other girl around the table watching, trying not to be obvious about it either. You knew they all had to be just as fucked up as you are, perhaps you even more so. Vanessa had you take another puff, before she slid her third finger into you, picking up the pace. Your moans slured out, as your three your head back onto her shoulder.

“ s-s’to much Vanessa…I-i c-can’t n-nessy!! “

“ you’re doing just fine. Don’t disappoint me in front of our friends baby…take it..”

Your legs twitched as she dove her fingers in deeper, curling them ever so slightly. You heard a slight Russel from besides you, you simply closed your eyes, moaning out as Vanessa slowed down slightly.

“ cmon ness..if your gonna give us a show atleast let us see something~ “

You then felt your shirt being tugged upwards, before the sound of a hard slap. You lifted your head, glancing over to see a girl holding her nose, and you could see Vanessa’s eyes staring at her, like she was looking straight into her soul.

“ keep your hands off her. You’re lucky I’m letting you watch. Get the Fuck out of here “

Vanessa then returned to her quick pace, and another round of slurred moans erupted from you. Vanessa held the blunt to your mouth once more, having you take one last, long puff of it.

“ you close arnt you slut~? “

“ S-so close v-vanessa..d-don’t s-s-stop again p-please!! “

Vanessa bit hard against your neck, her thrusts grew harder and faster, as you could only babble out incoherent words. With one final thrust, you felt the rush of pleasure wash over you, practically passing out in Vanessa arms.

“ so good sweetheart…get up to my bed. I’ll join you soon…”

“ I-i l-love you n-nessy….”

You quickly fixed your pants, stumbling to stand up, wobbling out of the room. You could hear the laughter from the room as you left. You made your way upstairs, and collapsed into Vanessa bed, holding tightly to her pillow.

You where out of it, your head pounded and you felt like you where gonna collapse any moment. You heard the door open after a bit, and felt Vanessa settle next to you. Without a word, she pulled you into her. You finally passed out, contempt with the…love?…Vanessa had given you.

It most be love.

Why else would she fancy up your blunt if not to love you.

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clownboymcchucklefuck · 3 months

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Zecharias Theory

Before I start rambling, I do want to say that surprisingly a song lyric was what inspired me to write this theory because it made me think of Zecharias and therefore my brain started going off the charts with theorizing. I’ve also wanted to do something with Zecharias for a while now so if this also ends up being a analysis and also a theory at the same time then yall gonna have to deal with it.

“But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth, eating you. The tips of your teeth fit perfect in me. You’re a shower of light I’d devour any day of the week.” -LIGHT SHOWER by Melanie Martinez.

Now you might be thinking how this made me go into full theory mode. So let me explain.

It’s been mentioned a few times/implied that Zecharias has had muses before MC and in the NSFW alphabet it has even mentioned somebody but I’ve only seen who ever this person is mentioned in this one part and hasn't even been asked about smh.

“He hasn't been able to meet a lot of other people, much less get the chance to do the deed with them. At most, he likely could have done it with one person, but they're as inexperienced as he is.

Who is this person? Well, you’ll find out in the game. :>”

But here’s my thing, if what we know about Zecharias not being human then he’s probably immortal especially that I’ve noticed a few implications that he might be a god or demi-god (Hell, bring Percy Jackson into this and say possibly half-blood.) with one part of Be My Muse and there was a few lines about MC being into greek mythology and he brought up the god Mnenmosyne. (HELP I JUST REALIZED THAT'S HIS LAST NAME WHY AM I ONLY PUTTING THIS TOGETHER WHILE I'M WRITING THIS) Well now that I just figured that out it just puts more evidence to back up my theory and of course with all of those powers he has and everything. Now I know that in the SFW alphabet did somewhat imply that he would die for MC if it was to protect them but I think that just might have been figurative language. .

Zecharias eats people too, but it’s also been said he just does this as a way to survive so I’m not about to bash him about that.

“He’s only interested in adults to be his muse or his meals.”

ANYWAYS, Finally to my main theory that made me write this. Zecharias is likely immortal or lives for a very long time. But (from what we know) all of his muses have been human including MC. It makes me wonder what happened to the old muses, I mean of course it’s very likely they died inside of the backrooms, maybe from old age or something else. BUT that also brings the question of what happened to their bodies so going back to the lyrics that made me think up of this theory. I think it’s very possible that Zecharias could have probably eaten the old muses? Since its for his survival to eat humans and him being obsessed with them could prove this. Or he might just have those fuckers stored somewhere in the backrooms lmao.

I don’t know what else to go on about without going into a full analysis of Zecharias which would include me going more into what we know about his backstory so far and me explaining his motives and all that good stuff but I guess I’ll see how this theory does before starting to write all of that jfnlaajan.

Also keep in mind that this is all a theory, A YANDERE VN THEORY- *gets hit with fridge*

Word count: 647.

Zecharias belongs to @letmeremindyouvn

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#hehehehehehehe #Yall going to be getting alot more big posts like this now lately dont yall worry #I wrote this in one sitting btw because I'm just good like that 🤭#I really love Zecharias #He has alot of potential and I can't wait until Let Me Remind You comes out #yandere vn #yandere visual novel #yandere #male yandere #visual novel #yandere male #letmeremindyouvn

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 reposting from my other story in case yall don't read that one, but; Wow, I've been gone for two whole weeks without a word. That is totally my bad, guys. If you're by chance wondering why I've been MIA I'm just going to say sickness and seasonal depression and hope that explains enough. lol Nonetheless, my pretties xoxo 18+, MDNI

41- Wrapping Willies and Getting Silly

After years of practice of moving in complete darkness, Jason eventually found confidence in it. When no one could see you there were no worries about what deformities you had or what mistakes you made. Maybe that’s where he got the confidence boost to take nearly every article of clothing off your body while looking at your face. Something he knew for sure he couldn’t do in the light.

Either way, the sensation of it all had every single nerve in his body on edge with excitement.

Your hand left his shoulder, and, despite not even being able to see what you were doing, he could hear the fabric of your underwear slowly slide against your legs as you wiggled out of them. Then, your fingers slowly traced from his shoulder back down to his hands.

“Move this way,” Your command was soft, almost delicate.

Your free hand wrapped around Jason’s hip as you sat up. With ease, you switched your positions, having him lay back as you laid on him. Satisfied, you asked if he was okay, and Jason couldn’t have said yes faster.

Your hunger for him was given away by your feverish kisses, pressing passionate lines from his lips to every scar on his body. You were making a map of him, something you had yearned to do for so long. The scars felt different against your lips than the rest of his skin. Some of them were softer and others not so much. Jason whimpered at certain ones, but with little light, it was hard to determine if they were good or bad.

“Are you okay,” You asked, lips pressing into his collarbone. “Am I going too fast?”

Jason’s hand came up on your sides, gliding up under your breasts and then back down to your ass. “I’m okay. Keep going.”

“Are you—”

“Please.”

Jason sounded desperate, and you decided to be brave. Slowly, you moved your kisses further down his body until you felt the hairs above his cock brush your nose. Jason’s breath hitched in his throat, and he made an audible gasp. You were proud of the response.

Taking his hard cock in your hand, you gave it a pump before experimentally putting your lips against the leaking tip. Jason bucked his hips forward at the sensation, surprising you.

“Sorry, sorry,” He gasped out. “I didn’t mean…”

Before he could finish, you took the weeping tip into your mouth, sucking gently before taking more of him into your mouth inch by inch. It could have been the hunger or those gorgeous pathetic moans from him for him that pushed you, but either way, you were taking his cock to the hilt. You listened intently since you couldn’t see him, soaking in each and every delicious sound, one right after the other.

He tasted almost sweet, and you found it fitting. A man as kind as him, it should have been obvious. His cock twitched in your mouth like crazy, letting you know that you’re doing something right. When you pull back up, letting off his tip with an audible pop, you tried to squint through the darkness at him. Still, you couldn’t see anything but his outline. The only way you knew he was there was by his hands on your arms and his moans.

“Jason,” You say, taking a moment to kiss his thigh. “Talk to me, honeybee.”

“I was so close,” He whined.

Smiling, you pressed one more kiss to the tip of his cock before crawling back up to feast on his lips again. He welcomed it despite the bitterness of his orgasm vanishing.

“Can I turn on a light, or open the curtains,” You asked. “I’d like to see you.”

Jason’s heart fumbled in his chest. He was comfortable with the lights off, especially since he knew he couldn't look you in the eyes when you two were this intimate. And he didn’t know how to explain why he liked them off without ruining the whole mood.

“We don’t have to, Jason,” You said after he took too long to answer. “If you’re more comfortable like this for now then that’s fine. Just do me a favor and tell me to stop the moment you want. I can’t see you to know what you’re thinking.”

“I will,” He whispered.

“Promise?” You said and patted around for his hand.

You found it and nudged your pinky against his. Smiling, Jason hooked them together. “Promise.”

“Good,” You said before moving.

Jason heard you feel around the bed, patting the pillow and even accidentally his face, before finding the nightstand. Your hand smacked against the wooden top until you found the drawer.

“What are you looking for?” Jason asked, lightly biting at the arm against his chest that was supporting you.

You huffed before answering, “A condom. Ever heard the phrase wrap your willy before you get silly?”

Jason chuckled. “Not from anyone who wanted to get laid.” He ran a hand over your ass then added, “plus, don’t worry, I have one in my belt. I always carry one in case of emergencies.”

You snorted. “Emergencies?”

“Ya know, for the people who need to wrap their willies—” Despite the darkness, you could just hear the shit-eating grin on that pretty face.

“Ha-ha,” You sarcastically laughed. “Put it on.”

Jason, never one to deny you anything, did as you commanded. He slipped it on before sliding in next to you. And you were ready for him. You moved him below you, straddling his waist as you took full advantage of the power you had over him. Yet, he couldn’t let you have all the fun.

Inch by inch, his hands rounded your thighs until his right hand rubbed over your lower half. He heard your breath hitch in your throat then let out a sigh as his fingers ghosted over the inside of your thighs. When his hand curiously caressed your folds, you shuddered against him with a whine. His fingers dipped between them, stroking slowly until he found exactly what he was looking for.

He listened to your reaction as he circled your clit, and when you let out a choked sound he paused. “Are—are you okay?”

You huffed as you reached between your bodies to push his hand against you. “Perfect, honeybee. I’m perfect. Keep going.”

Jason smiled at you with such happiness that, if you could see him, you would have thought he won the lottery. Your reaction sent butterflies in his stomach. He continued his languid rounds on your clit until you were mumbling broken, incoherent words.

Jason was fucking reveling in it.

You felt swollen and wet against his fingers, and his cock throbbed because that was because of him.

Then, just as he was about to explore his way down to your entrance, you managed out, “I want you inside me. Please.”

Jason nearly came right then. “I didn’t—” The words died on his lips when he felt your eyes on him. “Okay.”

“Do you want me to top?” You asked, reluctantly pulling yourself off his hand.

“Please.” Jason wasn’t sure he could be on top and still retain the confidence the darkness gave him. He acknowledged that he was a strong guy, and was worried that he would hurt you unintentionally. One of the reasons you had been on top this entire time.

Your lips met his again before asking, “You still good to keep going?”

Jason leaned into the palm of your hand that he brought up to caress his cheek and nodded. Pressing one more kiss to his lips, you moved.

He could feel you move down his legs, adjusting your position so you hovered right over his cock. Somehow, it surprised him when your fingers gingerly wrapped around it to align it at your entrance. As you teased him, letting him poke and prod at you, he could feel how hot you were. When you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock, Jason threw his head back and cried out. Amidst the new sensation of you wrapped around him, he heard you let out a long, satisfied moan that you had to be holding in.

Sinking down on his cock was nothing short of near ecstasy for you.

He’d had sex before, but nothing like this. He loved you—trusted you, and that made the feeling of being so fucking close to you taste sweeter. When you were at the hilt of his cock, Jason gripped your thighs as he adjusted to the warmth and tightness of you. Somewhere in between, he thought he managed to gasp out your name.

“You okay?” You said breathlessly.

Jason nodded before remembering you couldn’t see him. “Amazing.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to your question, but it perfectly described how he felt.

Satisfied with his answer, you ground your hips against him. Jason wanted to move, to buck up into you with relentlessness, but the sounds you made as you pleased yourself on his cock convinced him that he needed to let you take everything.

Your hands moved across his chest, groping every part of his body that you could. Jason copied you as he groped your breasts before his hands fell down over your inner thighs. It took a second since he couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but when his thumb brushed against your clit you nearly fell forward. Luckily, you managed to catch yourself and put both of your palms flat against his pecs.

He felt warm, sweaty, and fucking hot. You could have told yourself it couldn’t get better than this, but the skin-smacking against-skin sound that echoed throughout the room had your insides on fire.

“Yes,” You sighed. “Keep doing that.”

Jason shifted beneath you and you clamped your thighs over his hips with a squeal. He’d hit that one spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back into your head. Jason bucked his hips up almost as if he could read your mind. The feeling of restraint he was desperately holding on to quickly started to disappear. It felt so good—you felt so good.

When he started to buck into you, your voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom. You tried saying something, but with your panting and the way Jason’s cock was filling you so damn well it was impossible.

Jason’s fingers rubbed against your clit as he abused your g-spot with his cock, and you weren’t too far from coming. Still, you tried holding on longer when you heard him whine desperately. Leaning down, you kissed him as you met his thrusts.

Jason gasped and broke the kiss. “Fuck.”

“I know,” you panted out. “I'm gonna come, too.”

Just as the words left your mouth you cried out again, making sounds that Jason had never heard from you before. You clenched around him, and Jason knew he rather die than let go of your body. Slowing down, he continued to fuck up into your pussy until your body was shaking.

“Jason,” You called as you fell forward onto his chest.

As he thrust up, he held your hips against his, letting out a low groan before stilling. His lips found yours again, kissing them so feverishly it almost felt like he hadn’t kissed you in ages. When the overstimulation started to kick in, Jason was slow to pull out of you. He did it inch by inch, almost teasing you, and your toes curled at the sensation.

“Oh fuck,” You breathed.

Jason huffed let out a chuckle and agreed with you. Lazily, you slowly slid off his body until you were on your back next to him, breathing heavily alongside him. He wasn’t too sure what to do next, because before it was really just sex. It was a clear-cut process that had little to no strings attached.

He lay there frozen with sweaty skin, jumbled thoughts, and anxiety as he tried to figure out what to do.

Suddenly, with a long, tired groan you reached up and switched on the lamp. The moment the warm light touched his skin, he felt more naked than he already was. He was a mess in the aftermath and terrified of what you would think. Jason preferred to be a disaster in the dark.

When you looked over at him, fear doubled down in his chest. Your eyes wandered over him with no shame, drinking up every hickey, drop of sweat, scar, and whatever you had left on him.

What you said next was soft, and Jason, for once, let himself believe your compliment. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight than you right now, Jason Todd.”

Jason smiled and knew he’d keep the lights on next time.

#jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #jason todd headcanon #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood fanfiction

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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If it's not too much to ask sthandwa, do you think you could write a one shot with Nakia or Shuriri x reader of them going ice skating? I just thought it would be fitting since Christmas is almost here and I’d love to see how you would write that story ❤️.

ɪᴄᴇꜱᴋᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴘ:ᴡꜰ ɢɪʀʟꜱ

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku, Riri Williams, Nakia, Okoye

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: In which you go on an iceskating adventure with your favorite BP2 girl!

Warnings: some cursing but overall nothin but fluff!!

A/N: now I normally don't do polyships and things of that nature because I myself don't have the experience of being in a poly relationship, and so to prevent from offending or causing unintentional harm I stray away from writing as such. So I hope that writing them as individual scenarios is alright.

Shuri Udaku

Shuri can’t skate to save her life, so this is an interesting experience for the both of you. Sure, Shuri is good at everything, and if its something she’s never encountered before, best believe she can be the best at it within the next hour. But ice skating was a challenge she never thought she’d have to come in contact with.

The moment she steps onto the ice in her skates shes already flailing like a startled bird. She’s desperately holding on to you, muttering how she’d much rather be at her lab right now, or how she could definitely redesign the skates to be much more efficient and stable. It’s miraculous how she was so panicked earlier, but now being able to hold onto you, she gradually grows calmer

Now if both of you don’t know how to skate….good luck with that one. Cuz all I can tell you is wear extra padding cuz there’s gonna be a lot of falling on your asses. But at least it’ll be fun for the both of you. And afterwards, Shuri will get you both hot chocolate, and you can just watch everyone else skate while you share a blanket under the falling snow.

Riri Williams

I’m not even about to lie to yall, if you don’t know how to skate, Riri is taking advantage of this heavily. She’ll disguise it as a simple cute date but one its revealed that it’s to the skating rink, you can’t help but notice the mischievous look in her eyes.

She gets you on the ice and all you can do is hold on to her and she relishes in that feeling. Riri is still gonna try to teach you the basics, but you're too caught up in the possibility of falling that all you can do is hold on to her. And maybe that was the grand scheme all along. The world may never know.

But if you do know how to skate, this is just a big ass game of tag around the skating rink. No matter how many times the supervisors tell you to watch your speed and be more aware of the other people around you, you two big ass children keep chasing each other around the rink. Its when you accidentally collide and knock a child onto the ground that yall are put out of the rink for the day. But hey, at least it was fun!

Okoye

Okoye is a pro at this. You would think that she’d dread the idea of going to the skating rink. She’s not exactly a people person, and with her mindset almost always on Dora Milaje mode, its already hard enough to get her outside for fun in general. But she surprises you with just how easily she slips onto the skating rink.

Of course, she compares it to the fighting style of the Dora, how its a matter of being graceful and going with the flow. You lowkey envy her seamless transition, but you can’t stay mad at her for long when she offers you a hand.

Okoye guides you through the skating rink while you hold on to her, and actually gives you tips on how to not be afraid of the ice. Ironically, watching you struggle so cutely and the pout your lips wear makes her smile. Perhaps you'd learn better in a more private setting, she thinks, as she starts to conjure up an idea on how to conjure up a private ice skating area on palace grounds. She’s sure she can convince Shuri to do it, and make the princess think it was her idea to do it as well.

Nakia

Nakia poses the idea to you while you’re walking in the marketplace. She sees a flyer for the skating rink and practically starts begging you to go, and how could you say no to her? Especially with her puppy dog eyes and her very persuasive words.

Both of you get onto the ice, and you’re immediately holding onto each other as if neither of you know how to skate. Nakia knows, for sure, but just wants to hold onto you because…why not? She also is the most encouraging, telling you that you’re doing amazing for your first time on the ice and also places kisses on your cheek for a job well done.

There’s nothing but shrieks of laughter and jokes spilling from Nakia’s lips as she tries her best to focus on staying steady on the ice with you. Yall are probably just gliding around the rink in your own little world, people staring at you and questioning why you’re on the ice if you’re not skating for real, but you two are too focused on each other to care.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 9 months

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 A salacious tryst with your vampire lover down in his crypt.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x Transmasc!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall!), no specific words used to describe reader's genitals, dirty talk, Mary is a vampire, Mary is also kinda (very much) obsessed with Reader but not in an Edward Cullen "I'm gonna break into your house and watch you sleep every night" way.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 981 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 My first fic in a while!! Been thinking a lot about vampires, as always, so Mary is a vampire in this smut. I decided to make Reader transmasc like myself bc we deserve some loving too! As always, this has barely been proofread bc I am too lazy rn to proofread it oops.

𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫

“Shhh, there you go. There’s my pretty boy.”

A whimper escapes you as you adjust yourself in Mary’s lap. You’re sure you won’t be able to walk by the time they’re done with you if the stretch from just the tip alone is anything to go by. When you’d heard the idle gossip of siblings of sin talking about his girth you’d thought they were exaggerating. Rumours have a tendency to grow far bigger than the truth around the abbey, after all. Besides, there was no way he was bigger than Aether, right? That had to be hyperbole.

And yet here you are, being split open inch by inch as Mary gently eases you further down his cock. Even at an agonisignly slow and torturous pace, the stretch burns so fucking good. The incense swirling around his dark crypt is so thick that everything almost feels too much. Too much length. Too much stretch. Too much touch. Too much Mary.

But it’s also not enough.

Then you bottom out and the harmony of shuddering groans that leave the two of you seem to echo around his home. Neither of you move for a moment, adjusting to the sensations of too full and too tight. Your walls clamp down around his cock, squeezing him, and his nails dig into your hips as he throws his head back with parted, spit slick lips.

“Fuck, do that again. Please.”

You smirk and relax your muscles before clenching again. Their arms wind around your lower back and they plant their feet firmly on the ground, the thudding of his combat boots ricocheting off the walls.

“Need to fuck you so bad. Needed to rail you since I first saw you.”

“Oh yeah?” You sit up and put on a show for him. Fingers swirl around your pert buds before pinching and tugging. An exaggerated, salacious moan falls from your lips as you stare down at him. His glowing, crimson eyes drink you in, narrowing when your walls squeeze him again in time with your ministrations.

“Wanted to shove my cock in you every day for the last year, pretty boy,” he chokes out. “Been dreaming of it all week since you slipped me that note after Mass.”

Rolling your hips tentatively, you watch as one of his hands travels around to your front and trails over one of your scars. His digits trace along the incision before he takes you by surprise and leans in to kiss it. It’s an unexpectedly tender gesture that sends fresh warmth blossoming in your chest at the sight. Mary’s hand drops and he instead takes hold of your hips once more, gazing up at you with a wry smile.

“You’ve had me since the moment you said ‘hello’. You could have come up to at any point since then, told me you wanted me and would never share, and I would have dropped everything for you.” They thrust up into you, slow and sensual and oh so gentle. “You’ve had me in a chokehold for three hundred and forty seven days. I would have done anything for you. I’d have killed for you if you asked.”

They stretch you out so beautifully, dragging against your insides with every movement. Nails dig into your skin so hard that you know it’ll mark and bruise you, much to your approval. You wish they’d bite you already and mark you up properly, but you know the risks that come with that. The risk of them turning you accidentally or draining you of your blood while they’re worked up like this is too high.

“You smell so good,” they murmur, voice thick with desire as they bury their face in your neck and breathe you in. “Can smell how bad you want me. I can always fucking smell it. Do you know how much restraint I have to exercise to make sure I don’t grab you and fuck you in the corridors with everyone watching? Instead, I have to wait until I’m back in my crypt and fuck my fist until I’m cumming dry. Do you even know how many times I have to cum for that to happen?”

Their thrusting picks up pace, becoming increasingly desperate each time they’re fully sheathed within you and their tip practically punches against the spot inside you that curls your toes and arches your back. Razor sharp points poke against your throat and you can’t help but whimper and constrict his cock with your insides at the thought of him puncturing you and sucking you dry while he pounds into you, abusing your entrance as he loses himself in delirious pleasure.

“Mary, please…” Heat coils in your abdomen as the band of pleasure within you grows tighter and tighter and Mary chuckles. Their thrusts are harder, more punishing, and you release a sob at how impossibly deeper he manages to get within you.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy? Gonna cum all over my cock for me?”

Their words pull a whine from you, yelping when they slap your thigh harshly.

“Use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, gonna cum so hard for you, Mare.”

He purrs into your ear, a sharpened canine pricking against your lobe. “Good boy.”

His words are what break you at last as you convulse around him, screaming his name with your head tilted back. He seals his lips over your throat and sucks your supple skin, keeping his teeth away from the flesh as his cock kicks and he spills inside you. You’re both rocking into each other, bodies over sensitive as pleasure ripples through the two of you. However, even after your climax ends you can still feel him achingly rock hard inside you. You gaze down at him when he pulls away, crimson irises just a slither with his pupils blown.

“Who said we were done, pretty boy?”

#spicy content #mary goore #mary goore x reader #mary goore x transmasc!reader #repugnant #the band ghost #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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rookiesbookies · 3 months

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Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong.

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder.

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing.

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply.

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom.

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?”

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe.

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him.

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting.

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up.

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave.

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

#cod x reader #call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #soapitup

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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yall just complain about every typa interaction omg.

not enough reblogs but when we do reblog make sure they arent empty. oh but if you dont make them empty and do put tags, dont use those organizational tags!! like?? be a little more appreciative 😭

“well you guys are consuming our writing for free, its the least you can do” or what if maybe.. you’re deciding to write for free so does it rly matter??

okay, listen. i appreciate every kind of reblog, i really do. but what do you expect me to say?? “oh yes the likes and empty reblogs must mean that i did good😍😍” they do, sure. but i put my soul, effort and time in a piece of writing. i did it for free, as you said. if i wanted to i could start coffee or whatever are the tip things called. instead of receiving money i’d love to hear opinions. what the work made you feel? did you enjoy it? it gives me motivation, isn’t that what people want too? it’s an endless circle. i write for fun, sure, but lack of feedback is discouraging. lack of encouragement leads to lack of works. what do you think is one of the main reasons why authors leave tumblr??

i don’t want to complain but you should really see our point of view. as i said it’s not like i see a empty reblog and go “wrrr how could they”. i do appreciate it but compared to the time i put in a single work, is it that hard to write a simple “i loved it”?

anyways have a good day 😘😘😘😘

#girl bffr #mailman axe reporting for duty

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saintship · 8 months

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Hi! Small request for you to play with however you want! Possibly something funny😊

Halloween's approaching and Reader bought some small, subtle decoration to keep the vibe in her room/part of the room. Then bragging to everyone "yall knew about ghost hanging out in my room everyday? I shit you not"

Obviously the rumor reaches Ghost himself and he's curious to know what is it all about. It turns out reader bought a small paper ghost decoration. He's not amused

LMAO

Y’all don’t understand how accurate this is- here you go

Can be read as platonic or romantic

Ghost & Reader - Happy Halloween

Yes it’s a peanuts gif bc I love them

October was a welcome month on base; the summer heat finally beginning to ease up, and your uniform began to feel like clothes again rather than a sweaty, steel trap.

Plenty of people on base enjoyed decorating, especially the units that rarely left the site. A visit to the cafeteria, med bay, or armory offices would show lots of little signs of the upcoming holiday. Seeing this, you decided to take advantage of your grown-up money and buy a few small decorations for your room. No blinking lights or animatronics, just a few small, faux pumpkins, a black cat figurine, and of course, strings of paper decorations. Bats, more pumpkins, and right in the center, a small paper ghost. You hadn’t felt so light in a long time, kneeling on your bed to string up the decoration with a small smile gracing your features. It wasn’t much, but somehow it felt perfect.

The 141 was lucky so far; there had been no missions longer than a few days since August, and though no one would say it in fear of jinxing their luck, it was a quiet month so far.

You’d always loved the 141’s area of the base; even though Ghost and Price had their own offices and tended to bow their head during the day, you bumped into Gaz and Soap constantly. The two of them were gathered in your corner of the room, complaining that ‘They get lonely!’

“I wish they’d come out of their dens every once and a while.” Gaz grumbled, leaning back in his chair to look across the hall. Ghost and Price’s doors were shut, as always.

Soap hummed in agreement. “I swear I haven’t seen either of their faces in days. What if they’re dead?”

“Don’t say that..” You murmur, your mouth slightly full of the candy you couldn’t resist while in the Halloween section.

“I could see ‘death by work’ on either of their tombstones.” Gaz retorts.

“I’d wager ‘death by brooding’ for Ghost.” You say thoughtfully.

Soap huffs. “You’re onto something.”

“You know, he’s actually been a bit more social recently..” You say passingly, toying with a candy wrapper.

“Like.. he’s always hanging out in my room.”

“What?” Soap closed his laptop halfway, looking up.

“Yeah, we see each other all the time.”

“Surely not!” Gaz retorted.

You shrug, resisting a smile at the sight of your coworker’s faces.

“No, Ghost wakes up, works, and disappears again, somehow without being caught in the hallways once even though he’s the size of two Gaz’s.”

“That’s not accurate.” Gaz snips.

“It is.”

“It is not! I’m not that small!”

“You’re a wee bit small.”

“You were second to me in boot!”

“Oh, here he goes with the boot camp story-"

You let them bicker some more until the conversation shifted, content with keeping your amusement to yourself. What you didn’t expect was that they would pick it up again with half the base. Recruits, medics, even the damn cooks were gossiping about how you’d broken down the big bad Ghost’s frigid walls. And because nothing can escape someone like him, he found out.

The rain pattered gently outside as you tidy the desk in your room, fixing the black cat figure that had tipped over. Your door hung open slightly, and a gloved hand reached through the gap, grasping the door’s edge and easing through. Ghost was in an uncommon attire; his pants and boots the classic issued uniform, but his top being a dark sweater.

“Oi.” He crosses his arms, leaning on the inside of the doorframe.

“Hi.” You greeted simply, setting down the figure.

“I’ve heard some talk that half this base believes I’m hanging around you for 23 hours out of my day. Do you know anything about that, Sergeant?”

His steely eyes narrowed as he asked his question, shifting his weight on his feet. You realized how ridiculous it was, but chose not to care, as you gestured to the decoration above your bed; a small paper ghost.

It took a minute for him to process, but when he did, his suspicious was replaced by what you could only call disappointment.

“Are you serious?” He huffed.

“Yeah..”

You’re saw his jaw twitch through his balaclava and he set out toward the decoration.

“Hey!” You blocked his path. “I’m sorry the base is gullible, but paper Ghost stays.” You insisted, blocking him from touching the decoration.

“Oh, I can’t be bothered..” Ghost grumbled to himself before taking his leave, though not without a devastating eye roll.

You leaned out of your doorway, smiling despite his annoyance.

“Happy Halloween!”

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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Dearest covery. March 17th 2024

Hi covey!! Today’s letter is quite late honestly, but I come with another sick tip! : hot showers for stuffy nose! Blow your nose while in the hot shower, and literally everything will come out, it’s kinda gross honestly but works so well! Anywho today I went on the treadmill because my cramps were actually killing me😞 then I got to eat my favorite food!! Then at like 5pm I ate some apple slices with honey and cinnamon, Nara smith influenced me, they were DELISH.

Anywho how was your day? And are you feeling any better, hopefully you are!! I’d like to add that your Percy Jackson aquarium date headcannons were SO CUTE, had me giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, blushing, jumping around, rolling back and forth in bed, literally everything! I love ittt!! It was the most adorable thing I’ve ever read!! Anywho that’s all for tonight, as always !! Stay healthy, safe, and hydrated!💞💗

Love always -🪷

(Hoping I put the date right this time cuz last time it was wonky so if it comes out wonky this time too I’ll bawl)

my lovely lotus anon!

im gonna have to try the nasty nose in the shower thing bc that is the only remaining part of my sickness lmao. bro today for lunch i had my all time fav of caesar salad with breaded chicken and it was so good. could cry thinking about it. i want it back from my stomach yall. i also love me some apple slices with honey so good

im having a great day, actually!! good fun day!! and im so glad everyone likes the percy jackson aquarium hcs, they're already getting so much love like what??? anyways, only the best of wishes to you!!

deepest of love,

covey

(ps the date is write but i have the terrible fortune of telling you, that you spelt my name wrong, but it's okay!!! still love ya!!)

#return to sender ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ

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talkingharrystyles · 2 years

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“Your thoughts on the „clubbing“?! Please share I‘m so curious!!!”

🌌Looks like damage control, on steroids, that is driven by fear, and fueled by desperation, to reinforce the idea of being youthful, and exact vengeance, depending on the source, that one of Harry’s flings have been exposed.

Don’t know why she’s upset. He did say that he only considered her as his director. Everybody knows that Harry is having flings to temper the sting of loneliness… oopsies, did I just confirm the rumors?

It’s not like it’s a dozen of bodies. That would be way too much work for him to fit into his schedule, as of late.

It is naive to believe that Harry has adapted celibacy into his life. He IS a man after all. HE DOES struggle with expressing his emotions and resolving issues. He retreats into familiar outlets to handle stress.

As always, OW overplayed her hand.

It’s a bit odd timing that there’s content of them “clubbing” after that specific theme was the hot topic of recently and publicly aired out conversation.

I might be stretching, but also it’s coming on the heels of Harry, being reported, accepting a fan’s prom proposal.

Undoubtedly, this fan will enjoy the freedom that his “girlfriend” is vehemently denied which is posting of him and her enjoying themselves at a dance.

Really there is nothing more to say. I’ve only seen a recirculated video and an unreliable, conflicting detailing of it.

Who knows. If OW is smart, (we know you’re lurking here for tips), then she can break the wheels here, and use this excursion to her benefit.

She can claim that she did “try to keep up with Harry’s riotous living” (visible proof of this now exists), but she “could not espace the constant mommy guilt of abandoning her children”.

For real, OW. Get out, with what shred of dignity you might still have, while you still can.

It is kind of perplexing, as to why OW felt like a “huge f&$!@“? failure as a parent”, though.

She’s earned mother of the year with her constant need to be present around Harry to supervise him.

She’s stalks protects him to make sure that the big bad boogeyman and candyman leaves him alone. She neglects sacrifices her time and responsibilities to have time to chaperone him to places.

She has, now, taken on the role of his designated bodyguard to a night club.

How sweet that she forsakes precious sleep, as she’s one who “goes to bed earlier”, to make sure that no mean person could take advantage Harry him in a vulnerable state.

We can assume that she drove him home, bathed him, changed him into warm pajamas, warmed his tea, and read Love is A Speical Way of Feeling to him, until she was sure that he was sound asleep.

Enjoying special dreams where he can be who he wants to be. And be with whom he truly wants to be with.

I mean, yall, she did go to great lengths to purchase him a new elephant head just to settle his temper tantrums.

She IS taking this unofficial guardianship very SERIOUSLY.

If that’s not a mothers love, I don’t what is.

By all standard, I’d say OW has not only earned the title of mom of the year, she’s earned the satchel. The scepter. The throne, AND the crown.

Oh wait- she’s suppose to be the gf, right? Yeah, then, this isn’t passing the sniff test.

In fact, it smells worse than her overly greased hair and foul intellect.

This is why I have an issue with individuals who are obsessed with linking their identities to political movements, but fail to actually participate in those movements.

I’ve said it before. Olivia’s titles are nothing more than armor against criticism that is disguised as false virtue.

I mean, she is one of the few whom Amber Heard has followed on SM. You are the company you keep.

If the sexes were reversed, people wouldn’t be romanticizing this unusual behavior and would, I hope, call it for what it is: possessive, toxic, psychotic, controlling, and, borderline, abusive.

Just because it’s fake, it still is disturbing that Harry, one who claims to be against toxic relationships, is promoting a relationship to the naive that has the hallmarks of toxicity.

Not all fans are smart, and can distinguish reality from fantasy. Which is why the charade was agreed to, and still is gaining traction.

They know that impressionable minds will consume this.

People will romanticize it because, rather than showing them a HEALTHY relationship, they (Harry Co. Olivia Insane. and Jason and the gang) prey upon and weaponize onlookers insecurities and desires to garner attention.

Holivia validates psychotic fan girls, as Olivia is the very embodiment of WHO THEY ARE. Mentally unhinged, obsessive, compulsive, addictive to fame, and will suffocate a man, until he’s not breathing anymore (interpret that as you will).

This is why shippers cling to Holivia.

They see themselves in Olivia’s insanity, and are thrilled that their behavior is being rewarded with the very person whom they have formed their lives around.

Harry’s not responsible for peoples own free choices. He is, however, accountable for influencing naive minds by engaging in behavior, with the knowledge that there are gullible onlookers of his who are watching and believing everything he does is TPWK.

Putting aside the reality and mockery; exactly how drunk was Harry? I know people like to laugh at his affectionate, cuddly behavior, but they do need to remember that this is someone whom uses alcohol as a depressant. Alcohol IS his veil lifter.

While he typically becomes affectionate, when consumed in excessive, and depending on the stress he is dealing with, HE IS A CRIER. A blubbering one at that.

He does suffer with CONTROL ISSUES.

He does implode when the pressure is insurmountable.

He tries to medicate it, though, by using work, exercise, and alcohol. Drugs, eh. He’s not this pothead people keep thinking that he is.

But people has witnessed him, under the influence of alcohol, crash severely.

He has admitted his consumption of alcohol tethering the line between recreational drinking and acting as a coping mechanism.

If you reflect on old pics, you’d see that him drinking is a common activity in Holivia content.

I keep finding it unsettling that, realistically, a person is increasing needing to be constantly inebriated to withstand being in the presence of a specific person.

🌌

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