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[cheuby]

cheuby, your favorite creature. . !

he/him, nineteen, professional headcanon giver (not).

hi, i’m cheuby or cheubs (whatever you prefer, really) and this is my blog! welcome, you!

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[cheuby]

Hi cheubs!!!

It’s been a bit since you posted, I hope you’re ok!

hi, yes, m’ okay! i’ve been busy with life and whatnot so it’s going to take me a little while to have the time to write but i’m still lurking when i can :P i added a status update link to my navigation so my breaks/absences are given reason. i’ll get back to writing soon, i don’t plan on leaving, promise!

[cheuby]

MY HEARTTTT OMG

SLEEPY GHOST IS A NEW FAVORITE

i’m glad you like it, honored for my take on simon to be loved so much! honestly i wasn’t expecting people to like it so much :,D (i lowkey thought i butchered his character and cooked him in a metaphorical waffle iron)

anyways, i might write more of simon, i dunno yet!

[cheuby]

waking up to simon riley is really sweet.

retired/civilian simon riley in mind, part two to this post. a/n: honestly didn’t expect people to like the first post but here we are, thank you everyone for the pleasant surprise! also, i try to make simon feel more ‘human’, i feel like he doesn’t get humanized enough, does that make sense?

waking up to simon is like being shielded against the world, the contour of his body cradling your softer one as he holds you close in his sleep; maybe there’s an arm thrown haphazardly over your frame, perhaps a leg, or maybe he’s even put a leg between your legs — either way, you’re a mess of limbs and it’s like simon is attempting to fuse with you in his sleep.

simon who sighs deeply before he wakes. when asleep, his chest rises and falls with measured breaths, working in a rhythm; the epitome of peace. but, you move one good inch, try to untuck yourself from underneath his arm, anything — he stirs, filling his lungs with air before huffing it out not even a moment afterward, melting back against you more insistent on putting the weight and heat of his heavy build more onto you.

simon finds himself airing out his apologies as his lips drag across your warm skin in lazy kisses. he almost crushed under his weight in his sleep? he sounds so sorry, voice low and practically murmured whisperers against your skin. his brain is still attempting to catch up with his sleep slurred mumbles, filling in the blanks of his apologies with a kiss or absentminded hum.

simon is just really pretty when he wakes up. if you manage to stop him from nuzzling — or head-butting — into whatever part of you is soft enough for him to bury his face into, he’s all slow blinks and droopy eyes. it also takes a bit for his expression to soften into something a bit sweeter when he first wakes (he has a literal resting bitch face), squinted eyes and his lips pressed into an unamused line. it’s oddly satisfying to see his expression bordering on a pout, rich brown irises looking up at you through pale lashes.

simon has to smooth over the smile that’s fighting to tug at the corner of his lips for a more empathetic one when he’s taking you in for the first time in the morning, your hair a mess. if he didn’t know better, he would’ve asked if you were tossing and turning all night instead of if he did that, his calloused palms petting down your messy hair in short strokes before they settled at framing your face.

saying good morning to simon is a must. if he’s just waking up and he’s gruffing out a good morning, he expects to hear one back. he doesn’t want to hear a groan or some half-assed ‘morning’, it has to be good morning specifically. and oh, you’re asleep? he’s nudging your forearm gently with his knuckle to rouse you a bit, saying another insistent (but sweeter) good morning until you respond.

simon doesn’t always want to be on the go. sometimes being draped in warm covers and a tangle of limbs is where it’s at for simon, wanting to find a little more time in bed with you. so when he’s spooning you and starts crowding impossibly closer, his chin perched right on your shoulder as he uses your extended forearm to prop up his phone like some kickstand to watch some woodcarving asmr video on youtube — you better not move and your eyes better be on that screen, this is his and your enrichment time.

[cheuby]

sleeping with simon riley is a chore.

retired/civilian simon riley in mind :) part two found here.

simon sleeps like a rock; a big heavy boulder that has no problem turning over at any moment and rolling lazily on top of you, trapping you under his usually firm muscles that have gone soft from being so lax. you’re lucky that his arms respect the fact that you’re right there, enveloping you as soon as you’re in reach.

and just so naturally, he runs hot. he’s a human furnace and he knows it — working out shows that detail when his face always flushed rosy afterwards, skin glistening and radiating heat like a force of nature. though, he plays coy when he’s sliding two very warm hands into your shorts and wedging them in between your thighs to ‘get warm’, this action becoming a staple of his night time routine.

simon is a blanket gripper, maybe potentially (unintentionally) blanket hogger as well. sure, sometimes he sleeps stationary — back pressed flat to the mattress, arms untucked from the blanket surrounding to fold over his chest as if he’s laying in his own personal tomb — but, other times, he’s just gripping onto the blanket as if it’s an emotional sleep support. and god forbid he decides in his sleep to turn over with the duvet whilst he’s gripping it, he might just take the blanket draped over your side of the bed and you along with it.

simon who can’t keep himself from curling into you if he’s holding you in his sleep. he’s almost like a cat when sleepily or unconscious, burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing your back to the broad of his chest, and nuzzling his cheek into your hair when he stirs just a little from sleep. his arms, as thick with muscle as they are, are closed around you like an iron brace, sealing your fate of being in his personal teddy bear for a good 4-6 hours or more.

[cheuby]

i just know that soap is absolutely messy when eating his sweetheart out, like, it’s so messy and gross but, it’s one of the only (many, but he insists theres only a few) ways he can express how much he loves you.

afab reader, overuse of you/you’re (whoopsies), no gendered pronouns, first post (m’ trying to get the hang to this), cunnilingus, soap being the munchiest munch to ever munch, headcanons!

a/n: oof, feeling a little nervy, first post. hope you beautiful people love it, likes and reblogs appreciated!

soap just always gets so pussydrunk and it’s all because of one thing. you’re just so warm, wet, n’ sticky, you’re akin to a dessert in his mind; you’re just so warm and soft down here, pillowy wet folds. when he gets his fingers and mouth on you, he loves how he has to lick away your sweetness, it’s all the more better when it strings between his fingers or makes a milky sheen on his lips. you are exactly like a dessert in his mind: you’re fulfilling, messy, and he definitely probably shouldn’t have you as often as he should (he’s getting addicted).

he has the nasty habit of making sure he’s just the noisiest thing between your legs, every slurp, flick of his tongue, and groan of earnest enjoyment audible - you’re probably lucky if you can hear yourself over him. (soap definitely babbles murmured encouragement into your wetness when you’re getting close)

i’m so sorry but, he always has to make a mess on you. that’s the rule, the golden rule of soap eating you out. the mess is obviously his drool all over your cunt and thighs (or your underwear, he will attempt to eat you out through your underwear). soap wants it to be like a situation where he doesn’t know where he begins and where you end, not only entangled in how you feel but when he looks down between your thighs, he genuinely can’t tell if eating you out has made you make a mess all over yourself or if he’s managed to salivate so much to the point of drooling over you like some rabid, foaming at the mouth animal.

he never wants to come up for air, i mean never. being between your thighs and lapping at you mindlessly gets him so high, and the lack of air that has his lungs nearly burning just gets him higher. he treats coming up for air like it’s a punishment, looking up at you through dark, long lashes as he rubs at your clit like he’s saying he’s sorry baby, won’t you forgive him? at least he has the decency to rub at your clit to make up for the lost seconds, right :(? i would absolutely die, his puppy dog eyes are lethal, baby blue eyes glossed over and pupils eclipsing the color of them; soap would most definitely play it up with a pout.

okay, hear me out: he gets so into it that he absentmindedly starts humping the mattress whilst eating you out. it’s not noticeable at first, maybe just a slight shift of the hips when he has to pry your thighs apart for the umpteenth time or when your fingers are curled into the roots of his hair, keeping him planted between your thighs. sometimes, soap isn’t even sure if it’s the act of eating you out or the fact he’s most definitely subconsciously imagining his tongue was his cock. either way, dry humping the sheets turns into not so dry humping with how leaky his cock is, a deep groan being let out into your folds when he grinds the underside of his cock just right. full on encourage it, will definitely lead to a moment of him attempting to chase after your orgasm with not only his tongue but with his cock as well.

[cheuby]

cheuby — your favorite alien boy. 🍞

nineteen, he/him, anypov writer, multifandom, a yapper (if you couldn’t tell)

hi, glad you found me (very thankful), this is a more of a get to know the person behind the account a little bit!

music genres : vkei, vocaloid, jpop, nu-metal, heavy metal, industrial, gothic metal, goth, folk, 60s - 90s rock, alternative, grunge, emo, & alt pop.

favorites : survival/shooter/open world games (minecraft, cod, marvel rivals, stardew valley, etc.), older men, queer coded shows (hannibal, arcane, iwtv, & etc.), reading, writing (duh!), old tech, forgetting i exist, the notes app, cute things, older/attentive women, & sleeping.

my lovies : joel miller, russell adler, hannibal lecter, will graham, ekko, charles smith, jayce talis, ambessa (oh good lordie), silco, scott summers, magneto, winter soldier/bucky barnes, mel medarda, & kyle ‘gaz’ garrick.

this blog is ran by an alien — my eyes blink vertical, i swear.

[cheuby]

໒꒰ྀི ․ ․⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა — we listen and we (don’t) judge. .

this will get constant updates soooo, yah!

fandom list ;

arcane, marvel (avengers + x-men), call of duty, interview with a vampire (2022), the last of us, supernatural, the walking dead, & hannibal.

most enthusiastic about atm ;

jayce talis, ekko, joel miller, negan smith, silco, vander, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, john ‘soap’ mactavish, & russell alder.

𐔌 𝜗𝜚 𐦯 favorite prompties, see where my mind is at ?

jayce talis — crybaby dom, overstim, humping, thigh fucking, role reversal, sub jayce, riding, & puppy boy jayce.

ekko — first time, soft daddy kink, pussyjob, mutual edging, fluffy sex & soft dom.

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick — service dom, subtop, cunnilingus, fingering, come encouragement, body worship, stress relief, toys, light bondage, breeding, light corruption kink, & mutual masturbation.

john ‘soap’ mactavish — role reversal, cunnilingus, dry humping, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial & hold the moan, spit play, rough sex, & overstim.

[cheuby]

rules, best you follow them.

if you want to request headcanons or drabbles, please follow these guidelines so that your requests have a chance to be fulfilled.

— thirsts are also allowed and highly encouraged!

disclaimer;

some of the content upon my blog will contain very dead dove content. if it makes you uncomfortable or puts your mental health at risk, please do not follow or interact with my content. put yourself first above your content consumption. on a lighter note, this list may be changed or added to, so, check back just in case.

also, if i make a mistake regarding tagging or posting, please let me know, i’m new to tumblr. please and thank you.

𐔌 .ᐟ 𐦯 what i will write :

afab reader, female reader, male reader, dominant/submissive characters, submissive/dominant reader, verse/switch, bdsm dynamics, light watersports, unhealthy relationship dynamics, age gap, impact play, knife play, non-con/dub-con, daddy/mommy kink, gun play, bondage, intox kink, character x character, breeding, demihuman char/reader, force masc/fem (will not contain misgendering however), corruption/innocence kink, spit play, cum play, & etc.

what i will not write :

scat, illegal relationships(underage, incest), hard watersports (drinking, consuming), ab/dl, gore, racism, glorified disordered eating, feederism, vore, furry, body horror, feet, real people, vomit, raceplay, & etc.

do not translate, distribute, copy, or edit my content. i dont consent to my work being fed to ai. thank you.

[cheuby]

this is going to be straight to the point and blunt. if you’re on the list or can at least infer that this list will concern you, leave my blog and do not interact with me.

do not interact :

minors, pedophiles, queer fetishists, homophobic, transphobic, biphobic, pro-shipper, pro-ana, racist, maps, terfs, trans-med, gore, bigots, anti-minority, & etc.

my content does not cater to you and will never cater to you. i will not condone hate, this is a safe space to those who need it. if you are someone who takes over spaces catering to minorities, do not interact with me either, that is disgusting.