INTRO STUFF :
Hello I'm Cole! I’m 18!! He/Him please <𝟑
Writing is something I do to get away from the shitty world we live in and I like to help others with it.
“I’d wait a lifetime for you, but I don’t have a lifetime to wait.”
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Blue Sky (still not sure what to use this site for)
Archive of our own (LOTS of stuff on here)
What I write :
Overwatch
Arcane
REQUEST INFORMATION :
MASTERLIST
I do take requests! Feel free to request!
Keep in mind I am a student! They will take time, my brain is odd and sometimes won't be in the mood to write.
Please be direct with your request, I need a baseline, I cannot work with just "angst with Cassidy" that will never work and I will delete your ask.
I do write NSFW.
I can write headcanons.
If you want to request something but aren't sure if it crosses any lines, message me! I'm almost always online and will give a reply.
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cole writes < All works
for ya-zz!! < Ramattra works
coles arcane works < Arcane works
coles overwatching < Overwatch works
coles lookingformary < Silent Hill works
coles stuckinthesewers < Resident Evil works
Hey twin!! What about writing some Vi x fem or gn reader comfort after a hard day? 🤭 Thanksss
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"Just because you're leaving doesn't mean its over." That line made you smile as you sobbed more, tears pouring onto her hands, what would you do if you didn't have her?
Vi x FEM!Reader
Warning's : Nothing just some sad and comfort.
Word Count : 223
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"Hey cupcake, I know you're anxious. About the moving out and away but this is a big step." Vi coughed awkwardly, watching the way your lip trembled. "Sorry, it is a big step but it's a good one. A really good one, you need this, and I need you to do what makes you happy." Her calloused hands ran down the sides of your neck, a gentle touch.
"I know, I just. I don't want to leave you and the life we've built here." The way you worded it made Vi laugh, you weren't dying, you were leaving for school. Though she didn't understand it, she knew it was important to you, and that is all that matters. You're her girlfriend and that means you are the utmost important thing to her.
"I'll still be here. And I'll come visit somehow, sneak up into your dorm." The genuineness in her voice made your heart flutter, Vi cared like no other, she got into more fights than you wanted her to but she'd die defending you and her home. Now she was letting you go into a place she couldn't protect you from.
"Just because you're leaving doesn't mean its over." That line made you smile as you sobbed more, tears pouring onto her hands, what would you do if you didn't have her?
My best friend is leaving me for college and I couldn't be more proud, yes I'm sad and yes I will miss her more than anything but all she's ever wanted is to get out. And she's finally getting out even if it's just for a few years but it's finally her life now.
"You look beautiful tonight, you never fail to look stunning in everything you wear." Ramattra's voice was scarily steady, maybe he had come to terms with it, perhaps even become okay with this ending.
Ramattra x FEM!Reader @ya-zz
Warning's : Nothing, just some comfort that the end of something is the beginning of something new.
Word Count : 377
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The gentle knock at your door made you jump, you had hoped he wouldn't show. This wasn't a date, merely a special dinner to celebrate what was and what now is. "Hello my dear." Ramattra spoke, his suit was red, red body accessories making the outfit but what really caught your eye was the fact his hands were behind his back.
"Hey." Your voice trembled but he didn't react, instead he gestured for you to join him on the walk to the dinner he had reserved for you two. A special dinner, to symbolise a new beginning, a new flower blooming down the vine. But he was respectful, never once touching you or making a move.
"You look beautiful tonight, you never fail to look stunning in everything you wear." Ramattra's voice was scarily steady, maybe he had come to terms with it, perhaps even become okay with this ending.
"I wore your favourite." The dark dress hugged your body, a slit up the left leg, the warm air blew it around but you couldn't help feel a bit of shame dressing so nicely for someone who you weren't into that way anymore. Your hands clutched your bag as you watched the flowers covering the ground, it was a comforting sight, that despite the cracks in the pavement there was still so many flowers growing.
Even though this broke you both so deeply it reminded you that though this was the end of your relationship with him. It wasn't the end of you, it was maybe even the start of you and who you are meant to be. "Dear." The omnic's voice startled you but you smiled and looked up.
"I am here. Whether its romantic or platonic I am always a call away. If you need someone do not hesitate to ask, I will always take care of you." The more he spoke the more you couldn't fight the tears, wet droplets fell onto the pavement below you but it was different this time. This time he cried with you, dotting the ground with oil.
"Yes I wish it were different but I am so incredibly proud to have such an impact on your life and who you've become. I am so incredibly proud of you."
The usual happy full of life home now was empty, cold and every inch reminded you of it all. It was okay, it was needed but deep down you’d do literally anything to change it. It was better for them and maybe even better for you, you liked to think anyway. Your bed was cold, it hurt, actually all of it hurt, it was over between you two and it destroyed your heart.
You wanted to marry them, they wanted to marry you, what do you mean it’s all gone now. What do you mean I won’t get to marry you. You took a deep breath, walking around the room, your pc was cool, it used to burn hot as you spent twelve hours on call with them so they could sleep even though the time difference kept you both struggling.
Full lives, a full time job and somehow you both made it work, even if fights happened, even if sometimes it felt like it was the end. But you never really thought it would be the end, deep down you were convinced it was never over. Maybe your way of coping was remembering and suffering, maybe all of this was worth it, maybe. Just maybe, they’ll come back and say it was wrong, and they wanted you back.
Maybe just maybe, it’s not over. But until then, I'll wait for you, love.
It was a difficult choice, but, one that needed to be made. Maybe the hardest part was the timing of it all, not wanting to do it too soon when he’s happy, or make him worse when he’s upset or angry.
Breakups are never easy, but in order for you to continue growing, you had to make that decision.
You held back, awkward and unsure of how to word it, so you just said it as blunt and to the point as possible. Ramattra just sat and listened, his optics glued onto you, but, he didn’t interrupt.
When you had finished, he spoke next, understanding your words and feelings. In fact, he felt the same way. He needed to move on with his own life and the recent events had caused the rift to widen.
It was mutual, but the two of you remained close friends. Perhaps in another life or years in the future it would’ve worked, but ideals and emotions prevented that connection from moving forward.
“I will always love you, Ramattra.” You said, tears pricking your eyes as he enveloped you into a tight hug.
The omnic stood, opening the door and being met with you packing your things. “Don’t leave. Talk to me, tell me what I’ve done wrong. Let me fix it. Give me a chance.”
Ramattra x F!Reader @ya-zz
Warning’s : Mentions of breakups, falling out of love and begging to stay.
Word Count : 404
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He had done wrong, you had too, both of you were wrong, you both had been rude and unfair, now it may be the end of your relationship. “Love I..” The scowl you gave him broke his robotic heart, but he nodded and took the hint. Perhaps the cold outside would be less harsh than what your relationship had turned into.
He sat on the steps outside the home you two had come to live in, it was cold, snow up to the first step but it felt nice almost, in some twisted way it felt warm. He looked at his hands frowning, he had never meant to hurt you, but he had never had a relationship with the a human before, he wasn’t sure what was right and what was wrong.
Ramattra’s head fell, he didn’t know what to do, how to get his sweet girl back. He loved you, more than anyone else, more than his life’s dream to get omnics treated better. You were his everything and he couldn’t let you go, he had to bring you back. The omnic stood, opening the door and being met with you packing your things. “Don’t leave. Talk to me, tell me what I’ve done wrong. Let me fix it. Give me a chance.”
You watched him crumble, your boyfriend dropping to his knees as he clenched the carpet below. “Please do not leave. I know I’m wrong, I know I’m not a very good boyfriend but I try, and I love you. I love you more than anyone else, more than anything else. So tell me how to fix it, how do I make you want me again.”
He watched you pause packing and look toward him, he couldn’t tell how you felt though, your eyes said one thing but your body language said another. Would this really be the end?
You kneeled down, settling on the floor next to him, the house felt colder, like the world was setting the mood for the worst night of your lives. But your next words changed that, “Ramattra..”
After hours of talking and crying together he nodded, he knew what to do now, he knew how to fix it. He was going to fix it, he needed you and you needed him, you two were meant to get married and you would.
Hey twin!! Would it be possible to write some Marvel Rivals Dom lesbian head canons, with EMMA FROST, Hela, Wanda, and Sue? 🛐 THANKS TWIN
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(FEM!Reader)
Includes :
Emma Frost
Hela
Wanda Maximoff
Susan Storm
Emma :
LOVES having you on top and riding the strap
You will leave with scratch marks and bruises
"Come to mommy dear."
Will in fact edge you for hours until you physically can't take it anymore.
Emma is surprisingly gentle with aftercare, when she goes rough, the aftercare is just as gentle to make up for it.
Adores having a girl at her side that she can style and dress up just to rip it off minutes later.
Will shove your faces further in when she's close.
Hela :
Does not care how overstimulated you are, she will keep going.
You're a toy for her, free use is a consensual practice between you two.
She claws a lot, Hela needs to scratch, to mark what's hers that way no one dares to come near her pet.
Knifes are very common during sex, maybe it's a scare tactic or maybe she likes the way your cunt squeezes around her fingers when she drags the back across your thigh.
There's more pain going on than pleasure most times, it helps keep her grounded when she starts to lose it.
Will very rarely let you eat her out, but you won't be taking the lead anytime soon.
Wanda :
When it's one of those days where the only thing she wants is to come home to you, she's a perfect mix of rough and gentle.
Life has been unfair to you but she's soft in the way that she caresses your skin.
After it all you're hers, her own person that is still here despite all the pain and terror the world has given you both and the gods be damned if she doesn't make it very clear, you're her girlfriend.
Wanda adores using toys in bed, watching the way you struggle against the ropes as toys touch every inch of your soft spots.
Will leave hickeys in places only you two will see, after all why does someone else need to see the spots that are reserved for her.
Treats you to a new toy anytime she can and expects a full report on it while she's gone on missions.
Sue :
Adores fucking you in missionary, seeing the way that your eyes roll back when she hits the perfect spot.
Will have at least one hand laced with yours while the other rubs your clit.
Needs the gentle intimacy in the harsh bits of sex.
Lots of kisses, everywhere she can reach, neck, tits and face. You're beautiful and she'd be damned if she didn't appreciate it.
Sue's aftercare is full of love, soft touches and a LOT of water.
You're definitely struggling to get comfortable after, but when she scratches your back to help you relax, you're out like a light.
I have kind of an odd request, with Cassidy, but like him being a bad boyfriend and eventually reader breaks up with him because of it and they randomly meet later and reader says this to him.
“Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind, you were mine, but you were awful every time.”
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Four years ago you left Cole Cassidy. A mutual decision for the most part. He had been terrible; always forgetful, never apologising, the endless nights of alcohol consumption which should've landed him in hospital, and the suppressed anger wasn't something to scoff at.
It hurt you to leave, to get the courage to walk away, but it had to be done, whether you wanted to or not. You had to leave, forget that man and move on.
Yet, despite all of the pain you went through, you still loved him. Of course, you did. He was the one who helped you through it the most, the one that was always there for you. But now, he was a distant memory, one you wanted to forget completely.
However, four long years had passed and you only bumped into the cowboy. He was still the same, though, the lines on his face had deepened ever so slightly. He seemed more mature, both physically and mentally.
He spoke to you, that day in the street, the two of you have some small talk and Cassidy wanted to try again. It's only when you spoke did he realise it was too late.
"Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind, you were mine, but you were awful every time."
Cassidy stood there, unable to process your words. He wanted nothing more than to grab you, pull you close and make you remember all the good times you had with him, but it wouldn't change your mind.
He knew that. You were stubborn. Stubborn 'till the end.
The cowboy watched you leave, he eyes still glued to your back and words stuck in his throat. You were gone and he had completely fucked up the one true relationship he had ever wanted.
Idk if people even read silent hill or like it anymore but im working on a James x cop reader fic :3
"Whoever you're searching for is most likely already gone, now go before I take you out of town myself." He watched the cuffs swing around your pointer finger, a blush coated his cheeks, why was that attractive? Why did he suddenly want to ask if you'd travel with him?
"James. I'm James, James Sunderland." A small almost unnoticeable smile crossed your lips, before you rolled your eyes, and shoved passed him. You were being rude but you had to kick him along otherwise he would follow and ask for your help meaning you would want to protect him and that would risk both your lives.
Ramattra had gotten so used to your laughter and warmth it felt agonizingly cold when you weren't at his side.
Ramattra x GN!Reader
Warning’s : Just some cheesy, clingy love. @ya-zz
Word Count : 243
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Time spent apart was a blessing and a curse, he missed your laughter, the warmth your presence brought, the feeling he felt with you. Emotions were difficult, especially with him being a robot, he didn't know how to show them like humans did sometimes but with you. With you he felt like he was perfect, like he was a good boyfriend.
He dialed your number pacing your shared home, it felt wrong to lay in the bed you two purchased, to relax on the couch you both picked out. It felt wrong to live without you by his side. Ramattra had gotten so used to your laughter and warmth it felt agonizingly cold when you weren't at his side. "Hi love."
The ominc spoke through the phone making you smile, even if you two were unable to be together at the moment, you still managed to make time for one another. "Hi darling." You spoke listening to the way he emitted a small bit of steam, he adored pet names and other affections. If he had it his way, he would be wrapped around you 24/7 and never let go.
"I miss you, you're due home soon, yes?" You hadn't told him the flight had been delayed longer, it saddened you both. Your big teddy bear of an omnic wanted to go and pick you up himself, but that would be over the top.
James Sunderland x DEAD!Reader
Warning's : Suicide, jumping off a building, blood.
Word Count : 441
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Let it go. All you had to do was jump, not even jump, just free fall down. The building was tall enough, it would be an instant death, your mind would go quiet, the voices would silence and you would finally be at peace. But oh James, sweet James.. Whatever would he do without you? The music that played from the club down the street made you smile despite the circumstances it was true, it was a song you listened to on occasion, when it got really bad.
Only threw this party for you, I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
Maybe if you lifted one foot up, feeling the way the wind rushed against your back like it wanted you to jump. "I'm about to party on you" you almost wanted to dance, the way you and James used to in the kitchen before he got unstable again. The air was cold, colder than you wished it was, it made you miss the way James’ arms wrapped around you during these cold months.
The fog that made the building seem ten times taller than it was reminded you of Silent Hill, almost as if you had somehow ended up there again. Perhaps you were there, maybe you had gotten sick and James was convinced you were there. It was stupid, saying all these things to convince yourself this was worth the jump. That death was worth it all.
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah
Before you realised what was happening, you were falling the wind flying through your hair, you felt free for once, everything stopped. It was peaceful, you assumed a million thoughts would be going through your head but only one actually did. James. You heard him saying your name, oh how sweet it sounded coming from his lips, he was such a sweetheart, always wanted to please you to atone for his sins.
By the time he found you it was too late, a pile of.. Well you laid on the ground, blood, flesh and broken bones, but it was still who he had come to love. He knelt beside your corpse tears threatening to fall but he didn't want to cry, he hated crying but god oh god.. You were gone.
He knew you had been struggling, he had always known but he thought it was getting better, your blood coated his jeans as he came closer, he could still make out your face. Oh his sweet lover, now all gone. If only he had paid more attention, made more of an effort, if maybe he hadn't been so selfish.
Your writing is so lovely! If you are still taking requests, could you write something with James Sunderland as a service top? I just can't make up my mind if he'd be a pathetic sad cat man or a out of control feral, haha.
thank you babes, much love to you.
you know… i can see him be both. a person’s persona can fluctuate depending on how they’re feeling so i don’t think james would be a person that’d only lean one way… with that being said, ill use this as an opportunity to write nsfw headcannons for all: pathetic, service top and feral (and etc).
j. sunderland nsfw headcannons (trans/enby friendly)
minors dni
a/n: I kind of when overboard but even still… i don’t think this is the best i could’ve done. it’s pretty noisy all around me and i wasn’t able to put much thought into this… i hadn’t event proof read it… but i hope you like it.
service top:
• he could care less if you gave him any type of touch. he just wants to be able to make you feel good. every time you’d cum, it was like an achievement for him… feeling the need to have his own orgasm untouched while using his hands or mouth on you.
• james is far too good at dirty talk. he keeps it short and sweet but even then it was enough to make your stomach dip— his gentle rasp and the diction in his words… the tone it flowed in… he’d have you melting in the bed from his ability to sweet talk you through it. he’d ask obvious questions, wanting you to tell him how good he’s making you feel, such as: “does it feel good when i touch you here?” or “you like it when i fuck you like this, hm?” he’d direct his lips onto your skin, lips or ear so you’d be able to feel every vowel vibrate against you.
• while riding, he could care less if he’d cum— though he most definitely will— he just adores the way you’d bounce on it, feeling his body stiffen as he lets you use him like a toy. he’d eye his cock, seeing how you’d leave a rim of cream all around the base of it, seeing how many times you’ve came on it with him cum too, saying: “good baby… use my dick just like that.”
• that goddamn nose of his. the little bump on the bridge of it… it’s all to be in use of you riding it. don’t let him breath… he doesn’t care for it. only have the scent of your arousal to fill his airwaves. fuck it, he wants you to, feel the protruding feature pleasure you until you’d cum on it.
him being pathetic:
• use him however you please… he wants it… so fucking badly. any part of his body, he’d like to think you owned it all— like your name was branded and embedded into his flesh. his lips… tongue, cock, hands and thighs. all of it, he wants you to take over, use him like a fuck toy.
• isn’t he just so respectful? saying yes ma’am/sir, please and thank you. you have him wrapped around your finger… whatever you want him to do, he gladly does. no matter if you slap him across the face… or on his cock, pull his hair a little tighter than the last or allow him to fuck you, he’d praise you beyond words.
• eye contact was hard… especially when you teased him and called him his favorite pet names. he’d stutter when being talked to… not even being able to look at you in the eye without him hyperventilating and wanting you to take control of him.
• he’s a chronic humper. clothed or not, he wants to rut against you like a fucking dog, using your knee, leg or shoe to get himself off.
• you up for eating him out? he wouldn’t be able to handle it anyway. never in any of his past relationships did he have his hole played with… he never even gave himself the opportunity to do it for himself, but once you lapped your tongue against him as you instructed him to stroke himself, he was in total bliss. his moans would roar… bouncing against the walls as his hips would swivel against your mouth— crying at the feeling once your tongue slips inside… not knowing what to do with himself with this new form of pleasure.
• his cock is your cock… you own his cock and hes never been prouder to say it. he’d be such a good boy for you, not touching himself unless instructed to or without your yes. cbt is essential… fuck does he love it when you slap his balls, making him flinch on contact. each slap would make him count on your request, his voice trembling after each number he’d whine. the pained sensation only gets him closer to his orgasm, loving the way you abused his cock and balls, not afraid of a little impact play, having him puddle all over his own navel.
• he’s not one to last… hes known to cum prematurely… his ability to hold in his orgasm is low whether he holds it or not… edging only makes it even more fun knowing how quick he can break— him laying on his back, hands tied tightly with bondage rope… his cock would be lathered in lube, the lightest touch of you’d stroke him, watching his pretty face contort as he’d moan like a little puppy. as instructed, he’d announce when he’s close, his sentences not even coming out fully… toes curling… back arching… thighs tensing as well as his abdomen just so you could see the outline of him at every clench. sometimes it’d be too late, resulting in him pleading for forgiveness… chanting sorry over and over again hoping to not have disappointed you. you thought he’d need a lesson, picking up your pace until he couldn’t take it anymore… his body vigorously jolting every which way from being too sensitive… all to have him squirting all over himself, trembling like a little mutt.
him being feral:
james… james… james… at quick glance, one can only assume that he’s vanilla— just a pathetic little man who gets off to the simplicity of missionary (which is also true) and he’d need nothing else more than that… but god is this man just a fucking animal.
• his moans… as we’ve all heard the way he stomps on enemies… you can only imagine how he’d sound when he’s far into his lust… devilishly enticed, losing his goddamn mind. he’d grunt heavily and deeply, almost snarling at how good he feels— his body not even connecting with his brain and letting his body take over, fucking you harder than he’s ever had, leaving you in a blabbering mess.
• though he can’t keep eye contact while being pathetic… him being feral is a whole different story. he’d force you to look at him, wanting you to witness the dark lust that grows within his pupils. he wants to talk to you with the hazel of his eyes, not wanting one second to be wasted with you not looking at him.
• he has a big dick. let’s not lie to ourselves. just a bit over average… it being thick in girth and long. it still surprises you each time he’d take it out… even when soft. he’d stare at your lips when you talk or ate or even drank… replacing the fork you ate with with his huge cock plunging down into your throat. with feral grunts, he’d grip your head to steady itself, having his hips snap, balls slapping at your chin, loving how tight your throat is wrapped around him, saying: “i love your fucking throat.”
• his hands can’t stay in one place, ever. he needs to grip and grope your body until you stung… as if you’d disappear from him. spanks and handprints… hands wrapped around your throat. he wanted to paint your body in pain.
• fuck your clothes. he cares nothing for them. yes, he loves it each time you’d show off to him or mutual friends about what you put together— seeing you as the prettiest thing he had beside him but it only gradually becomes harder for him to not want to rip off your clothes and fuck you wherever you stood. his fingers would go within its fabric, tearing it, loving the sound as it ripped.
• you looked so pretty while sleeping… he’d coo in your ear on how precious you looked. he couldn’t help but feel his cock grow at the sight… no matter how much he told himself to calm down… he just fucking couldn’t. he’d slide your pajama bottoms and underwear down, just to fuck you slow, starting off gentle then having himself rut into you roughly with you moaning sleepily.
• while he’s bottoming, he’d snarl through his teeth, demanding you to fuck him harder, faster… abuse his hole until all he knew was your name. he’d be captivated by the way you fuck him so deeply and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other. he’d hold you close, wanting you to be one with his being, so there’d be nothing you could do but ram yourself into him.
extra hc:
for men, trans men and masculine enbys:
• he loves calling you his ‘pretty boy’, treating you like the prince that you deserve to be treated— praising you and all of your features.
• god he fucking loves your cock. he can’t wait to have his mouth all on it, slobber on it, suck on it until his spit would turn thick and bubble at the sides of his lips and all over your thighs. he’d beg, just to have you use his pretty face to get off— fingers intertwined in his hair, within his scalp… he wants it to fucking hurt. just know he loves it sloppy, targeting your balls knowing how sensitive they are, with his pretty eyes looking up through his lashes. he’d let your cock/strap fall deep into his throat… tears beading at his waterline until he could successfully have the imprint of it outlining his throat. when his nose would bump against your pubic bone… god he was in heaven, huffing the sweet smell of your crotch after a long day of work. his eyes would roll back, nearly passing out, not caring if his breathing was little to none, he wants his throat destroyed. (for ones with tdicks:) he’d flick his tongue all over it, revel in its beauty at how it would twitch and throb and grow. he’d mutter against it: “baby you’re so big…” loving how you’d flutter in his mouth after every harsh suck.
• frotting… man does he love to frot. the feeling of his cock and yours rutting against each other or fitting into one fleshlight… he wouldn’t even be able to last long but he would go on and on just to continue feeling your hot cock throb and cum against his. while laying, his body on top of yours, he’d let his hips snap, feeling the rough bounce of your cocks colliding, moaning wildly in the crook of your neck, enjoying the desperation in every hungered hump. (for ones with tdicks:) james would leak, his clear precum oozing from the head of his cock, letting it drip down onto yours, seeing the way it’d ripple down the skin of your throbbing dick, mouthing how hot it looks to make a mess on you. he’d rub himself on you, feeling your hard bud massage the sides of his shaft, your slick coating his cock until every movement you’d be able to hear from how wet it was. he loves when you’re riding him through a frot, feeling your dick drag all over him, leaving his cock glistening with rough fingers prodding at your waist.
• he doesn’t care about the size of you… that’s the last thing on his mind to care… he just wants you inside of him. he’d anticipate you… his hole puckering with excitement just to feel himself wrap around you. he’d want you to go raw, pound him until he was sore afterwards, having the ability to feel you even with the absence of your cock… pleading for you to fill him up until he leaks out once you’d pull yourself out. (for ones who uses straps:) you’d give him the pleasure of picking a strap he’d want to feel, choosing one he knows you enjoy using on him, treating the strap as if it was apart of you, moaning inaudibly as you fuck him with conviction…. his pretty cock and balls bouncing, untouched, all for your display. (for ones with tdicks:) in celebration of your growth, he encourages you to fuck him with it. when sliding yourself in… man doesn’t this boy love the pleasured look you’d have displayed on your face, finding pleasure in not just him being penetrated by you but the sight of how you’d react being inside of him. he’d feel your cock throb inside, puckering his whole for more grip, holding onto his balls, looking down at where you both connected, just to get a better view of you fucking up into him. he’s say: “you’re so big baby..” egging you on, resulting in you going faster.
for women, trans women and feminine enbys:
• aren’t you just the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on. there’s never a time he wouldn’t remind you of that. calling you everything in the book while stimulating your body all over— soft touches, gliding fingers. he’d treat you like a princess for hours and he wouldn’t even need to rush himself to fuck you… touching you was just enough.
• he wants you to make a mess… squirt all over him and make him drenched. his mouth is entirely too gifted. him looking the way he is… it looks pretty obvious. he’d work his mouth and fingers, knowing all the pressure points and favored spots that’ll make you scream and have your legs squeeze together. he’d take all of it, drinking your gift, having his entire face and mouth wet from you. (for trans women and/or people with amab genitalia:) all his attention would be on your pretty ‘clit’. using his hands and tongue to touch the frenulum, letting it flutter against it until your body curled up, unable to control yourself from the feeling. he’d have you cum over and over again, rolling his finger against the tip of your clit, noticing the sharp inhales and the hollowing of your abdomen until you’d squirt all over yourself, praising you: “that’s my pretty baby… let it all out.”
• he’s addicted to your pussy. any chance he’d get he’d want himself buried in between your legs, tiring out his mouth just to have the taste of you linger on his tongue. with controlled fingers, he’d penetrate them deeply, trying to find the spot he knew would drive you into insanity, not wasting a second to stimulate your clit while doing so. (for trans women and/or people with amab genitalia:) he just adores the way your clit fills his mouth. he’d swallow it, inhale it, make sure to take it all in his mouth just see your body shutter at every moment of his mouth.
visual hcs:
• him cumming from cock torture.
• james thinking about you while using his fleshlight.
• as we’ve all seen that mod — and you haven’t, i suggest you look — it got me thinking, heavily about his body type, more so the way his pubic hair would look. (if you’re not one to enjoy body hair… this is not for you) james is very hairy. yes, he shaves but not entirely too often. it’s a russet brown, running all the way up towards his navel, sprawling out on his thighs. when wearing his underwear, sometimes they’d hang lowly off his hips, his pubic hair peaking from the elastic.
"I killed someone." You said next, grabbing his attention, your eyes were wide, like you hadn't meant to admit it. "Not literally. Well, it's like this. I was born a girl, she was so sweet, a struggling kid and well. I'm me now, meaning she's gone. I killed her." James tried to follow, nodding along as you spoke, should he come clean too?
James Sunderland x FTM! Reader
Warning's : GRAPHIC descriptions of self harm, blood, cutting and burning and obviously killing people.
Word Count : 793
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His pacing only made you more anxious, this town was a prison to everyone who crossed it's path, but at least it had brought you and James together. You stood sliding into a different room, you couldn't handle any more noises, it was overstimulating and made you crave the thin little blade, the way it sat in-between your fingers, the way it cut through the skin on your body. Your lighter, it was your best friend, watching the way your skin would heat up, burning the little hairs.
James peeked through the door way, soft features and puppy eyes looking for you. When they met with your sad broken eyes his nonexistent ears practically flattened. “Did I upset you? I didn’t mean to.. Bother you, was it the pacing?” He slid into the room, standing awkwardly by your side, he twiddled his fingers, every few seconds looking over at you. He knew the look in your eyes, the look of craving harm, wishing pain on yourself.
“It’s not worth it. Harming yourself..” Your silence broke his heart, he hated it, he wanted to fix it, to take your pain, triple it and give it to himself. He reached over, long fingers lacing with yours, he wanted to fix it, to help you so you didn't become the way he was. Living in a constant state of guilt and regret for what you did was something you two almost bonded over, he knows what he did and you know what you've done. You both killed her, you, a young girl and he, his late wife.
Neither of you had told each other what you've done, it felt wrong, to tell people you're a murderer, someone who had blood drenched on their hands. But the feeling of guilt and regret were noticeable, trembling hands, wandering eyes. "Thank you." The man lit up at your voice coming towards his ears, it was sweet, a twinge of gentleness that he craved, his eyes wandered to your laced fingers, your skin looked so soft, it felt so soft. Living for so long without comforting touches or gentle affection drove him mad.
"I killed someone." You said next, grabbing his attention, your eyes were wide, like you hadn't meant to admit it. "Not literally. Well, it's like this. I was born a girl, she was so sweet, a struggling kid and well. I'm me now, meaning she's gone. I killed her." James tried to follow, nodding along as you spoke, should he come clean too?
"Me too." He shook his head trying to find the right words, how could he say this in a way that didn't sound insane. "I killed someone too, my wife." James closed his eyes tightly, fearing you'd scream or leave, he'd understand. God the guilt haunted him he shouldn't have done it, but he did. It's too late to go back now.
"Oh." Silence swallowed you both whole again, you never let go though, nails gently digging into his skin, he liked it, it was grounding almost, feeling pain kept him awake. "I guess we're both bad people then huh?" It was true, wasn't it? You killed people, but does that mean you're a bad person, does one bad thing mean being a bad person?
James didn't reply, subconsciously leaning toward you and pressing his forehead into your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I know I've taken this whole role of protecting you this whole time and now you've just found out I'm not worthy to protect you." You looked down at your hands, either James didn't see the fresh burns or maybe he didn't want to bother you so he stayed quiet.
"I trust you." Those words said I love you in a million different ways, why did you trust him? How could you trust him after what he did to his wife, after he confessed to it. He sniffled, anxiety melting away, you trusted him?
"Why? I mean I killed her-" You turned to him with a small smile, looking at the way he anxiously tapped his foot on the ground, you gently moved him, manoeuvring yourself to lay your head on his lap, he was comfy, a soft blush coated his cheeks. He looked so handsome in this light, the fog and cold of the town was miles away in this moment.
"What have I got to lose? Death is death, it'll happen anyway, at least if you kill me, I'll die by the hands of a handsome man." It was a dumb phrase, cheesy even, it was something that would be said in those stupid romance movies that people squealed over. But it was true, he was a handsome man, resembling a wet dog whose ears were flat due to the rain.
He needed to cool off, something to get his mind off of it, usually that would be screaming or ruining his office but this time you had a different idea. You looked over at him, a small smile on your face as you moved to straddle him, the driver was long gone, leaving just you, Silco and his anger.
Silco x GN Reader
Warning's : NSFW, reader is called pet, and gives a blowjob.
Word Count : 234
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
It was stuffy with how much anger was radiating off of Silco right now, every time everything was about to be perfect someone had to doze off and fuck it all up. He needed to cool off, something to get his mind off of it, usually that would be screaming or ruining his office but this time you had a different idea. You looked over at him, a small smile on your face as you moved to straddle him, the driver was long gone, leaving just you, Silco and his anger.
"I know it went wrong, perhaps I could help you calm down?" You tried your best to act enticing but when he was this angry he had little to no patience. He nodded, spreading his legs and watching you drop to your place between them, if there was one thing he couldn't say no to, it was a nice blowjob.
"Hurry up, I'll leave you in here and lock the doors at this rate." It was a loose threat, you knew he wouldn't do such a thing, he just liked getting his way. You quickly got to work, unbuttoning his pants, pulling his underwear down and taking the tip in between your lips. He was delicious, he always was, feeling the weight of your man on your tongue was comforting in a way.
"That's it, now more. No complaints, you wanted this. Pet."
