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anyway hi! im lexi (she/her), main blog at @lexicoreyo! im a fanfic writer and i made a sideblog specifically for writing ryan gosling characters x reader (but im not against doing ships like stuntdriver and others iykyk...)
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leximillian⊠:) you know what i want⊠i need k like i need water and i need your most DISGRACEFUL headcanons neow!!
oughhh K x reader headcanons⊠i love that almost-human man⊠(sfw AND nsfw headcanons) (nsfw under the cut! 18+)
also sorry i got carried away LMAO
SFW
first off let me say i headcanon his human name as Keaton. because im sorry but Joe is dumb. sorry joi!!
he finds himself quite uncomfortable withâŠwhatever heâs feeling when heâs around you at first. his chest is tight and heâs on edge like heâs in danger and he feels hot. it gets to the point where he considers bringing himself in as defective but doesn't.
he doesn't fully understand why you like him back, either. heâs been told his entire existence that heâs sub-human. he was made in a lab, his memories are fake, his emotions subdued. you shouldn't want him. but he finds that he really likes that you do. that you respect him and care for him like anyone else.
if you cuddle that man, he will MELT. full stop. he never gets physical contact like ever. people avoid him on the street, go out of their way to keep themselves at a distance. so when you go out of your way to hug him, kiss his cheek, hold him as he lays against your chest? he swears he's never felt more human.
adding onto that, he LOVES laying on your chest, simply because he gets to hear your heartbeat. it reminds him that he has one too. that maybe he isn't so different.
love language is 100% acts of service. getting you small gifts and bringing you wherever you want to go (and, behind your back, maybe handling some people who are especially mean to you...)
immediately quits smoking once you two start dating. he never really did it because he wanted to, anyway, it was more of a small act of rebellion. something to make him feel DIFFERENT for once. but now he has you for that :)
teaches you self defense because i said so (he can't bear the thought of you getting hurt while he's not around to protect you)
lots of forehead and cheek kisses from him. all the time. he loves how warm and soft and alive your skin is
likes going on late night rides in his police vehicle with you (which is probably not allowed but then again, he's not supposed to be dating humans. so.)
back to kissing he just likes it in GENERAL. he didn't realize how much he loved being loved until he met you
doesn't understand the concept of showering with someone (in a bonding/non-sexual way) but lets you do it with him anyway since you like it
NSFW
the man isn't completely inexperienced, but he certainly isn't used to having sex. he's only done it like once ever. so he probably needs guidance at first
but once he's got a solid grasp on the mechanics of it? ohhh BOY buckle in
he's not used to making decisions on his own so it's kind of a free-for-all. if you want to do it? sure, he will too! no kink is taboo for him because he has virtually No Idea what the social norms around sex are anyway
probably is very bad at communication at first. you have to drill the concept of consent into him several times before he gets comfortable enough to tell you when he wants to stop
the first time you guys have sex its literally insane to him. like for once he actually WANTS to do it and its amazing. he can't help but wonder how humans get literally anything done because they COULD be having awesome mind-blowing sex all the time!!
this does lead to him becoming a little sex-crazed for a while. wants to do it several times a day (and has the modified stamina to back it up). i'm talking when you wake up, before he goes to work, when he gets home, before you go to bed type shit.
he gets a little animalistic in bed i feel. because god it's the only time he feels completely and totally human. he's not a replicant, he's not an officer with a serial number, he's yours. and it makes him insane
probably quite noisy once he gets comfortable, low sounds deep in his chest
8.5 inches, keeps himself well-trimmed (like the rest of him)
his favorite thing in the world is getting head. i'm sorry. but it's one of the only times he can let himself be selfish. it's all for HIM
actually incredibly hygienic afterwards i can't lie (unless you convince him otherwise...cough cockwarming...)
switch but prefers soft dom (again, unless you wish for otherwise. he'll do whatever you want)
heâs so stubborn and he raises his voice, heâs very passionate. so when you guys get in a little disagreement no matter how big or small, it has the potential to lead to angry sex.
the gag is, sebastian is a lover so no matter how âangryâ he is, heâs gonna tell you he loves you, make sure youâre okay. heâs just verrrrry passionate about it âșïž
TBIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRYBUT WOW THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MINDDD AND IN MY DRAFTSSS
The jazz club was nearly empty when the argument started, just the two of you and the low hum of the piano still echoing in the air. Sebastian stood behind the keys, jaw tight, fingers drumming hard against the wood instead of the notes he should have been playing.
"You donât get it." he snapped, voice rising fast. "This isnât some hobby I can drop whenever you feel like it. This is my life. My fucking dream."
You fired back with some bratty unreasonable reply, heat flaring in your chestâturning to leave out of frustration, and that was all it took. His chair scraped loudly as he stood, eyes flashing. "Donât walk away from me when Iâm talking to you." Two strides and he had you pinned against the side of the piano, his body pressing close, breath hot against your neck.
"You drive me crazy." he growled, hands already yanking your shirt up. His mouth crashed into yours, teeth and tongue and raw need. He shoved your pants down without ceremony, fingers sliding straight between your legs to feel how wet you already were. "Aw, look at that."
He spun you around, bent you over the piano bench, and freed his cock in one rough motion. The first thrust was deep and hard, stretching you open as he buried himself to the hilt. His hips snapped forward again and again, the slap of skin loud in the empty room.
Even as he fucked you like he was still furious, his voice cracked with something softer. "I love youâ" he panted against your ear, one hand gripping your hip while the other reached around to rub your clit in tight circles. "God, I fucking love you. You okay? Tell me youâre okay."
He pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your back on the bench, legs spread wide around his waist. He slammed back in, watching your face as he fucked you deep and steady now, the anger bleeding into pure passion. That little phraseâ"i love you."âhe repeated between thrusts, kissing your jaw, your mouth, your throat. "I love you so much it hurts. You feel that? Thatâs me loving you, despite how angry i am."
His fingers never stopped working your clit, and when you came he followed right after, groaning your name as he jackhammering you full, hips jerking with every spurt. He stayed buried inside you afterward, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
"You okay?" he whispered again, softer now, thumb stroking your cheek. "I didnât hurt you, did I? I love you. Always. Even if we fight." He kissed you slow and sweet, still half-hard inside you, already softening into the gentle lover you knew he was beneath all that fire.
Kinda really wanna make Seb beg in his knees because heâs so into me
STUPID NEEDY SEB <333
Seb drops to his knees the second the door clicks shut. His eyes are already glassy, chest rising fast like he ran the whole way up the stairs. "Fuck, look at you," he breathes, voice cracking.
"That little skirt riding up every time you bend overâdrove me insane all night. Couldnât stop thinking about whatâs under it."
He shuffles closer on his knees until his face is level with your hips. His hands hover just above your thighs, trembling. "Please...let me taste you. Iâll be good. I justâneed it. Need your pussy right now."
You donât answer fast enough and he presses his forehead to your stomach, lips brushing the hem of your skirt. "Iâm begging, baby." he says, voice rough. "On my knees like a fucking mess because you bent over once and I got hard in my pants like a teenager. Please, baby. Let me eat you out. Iâll be so good you forget your own name."
His fingers finally grip the back of your thighs, pulling you forward until your crotch is right in front of his mouth. He looks up at you, desperate and flushed. "Say yes. Let me bury my tongue in that pretty cunt before I lose it completely."
seb x afab!reader, NSFW 18+. i just need this man BAD you guys.
There are two things about Sebastian Wilder that a person needs to know.
First thing: He's extremely needy in bed.
He tries very hard to pretend otherwise. Nice clothes, fancy cologne, acting like he's on top of the world when flirting with you. God forbid you get him alone though, in his car or in his shitty little apartment, because the bravado completely falls apart. Panting and breathless while kissing you, groping every inch of skin he can reach, rambling when he's balls-deep, soft little praises and encouragements. Like right now, for example. You're pressed into his mattress, chest against his, one of his hands in your hair while the other plays with your clit. "SweetheartâŠoh, God, yes," he whines, forehead pressed to your temple, pushing in so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat.
The second thing? He looooves the sounds of sex.
He thrusts especially hard, if only to make the headboard tap the wall, to make the bedsprings protest under his weight, to hear the wet sliding sound of him entering you over and over and over. He bites and sucks and kisses at your neck, just to get you to gasp and whine and writhe beneath him. All so he can pin you harder and tell you "Shhh it's okay, fuck, baby, just--oh, that's so goodâŠ"
When you finally tighten around him, coming undone from his constant gentle circles between your legs, he's wrecked. Face flushed, panting for air, legs trembling as his thrusts get sharper and shorter. He'd gladly cum inside you in a heartbeat if you're okay with it, pressing as deep as he can, shaking and whimpering your name as his hips jerk helplessly. Otherwise, he's more than okay with pulling out, too, covering your stomach and chest, groaning out that "You're sooo pretty, covered in me, fuck.."
Afterwards, he collapses in a sweaty heap, pulling you close and clinging to you, muttering about how "You were so good, sweetheart, so perfect f'me," as he drifts off to sleep.
Tonight is Heavy on One Side - Jacob Palmer x f!reader
- Jacob Palmer x f!reader
- based on a req from @lexicoreyo - I hope you like it!! Jacob finds another conquest at the bar, but maybe you arenât quite like the others.
- NSFW, mdni. Smut - unprotected p in v sex and everything that comes with it. cockwarming if you squint. Jacob loves dirty talk. Drinking and alcohol (obviously). Age gap (reader is early twenties, Jacob is mid thirties)
Jacob canât pinpoint the exact moment that he stopped focusing on the bitter tang of his drink, made by a new hire at the bar that heâs yet to approve of, and started focusing on you. He only knows it was maybe 2 hours into his stint at the place, his usual Friday night destination. Well, his usual wednesday, thursday, friday and saturday night destination. You could say heâs a man of habit.
He saw you the moment you walked in, of course. Jacob sees every girl that walks in, noting them in his mind as new or returning, pretty or beautiful, worth pursuing or not.
When he locked his gaze on you, walking into the bar with your friend, dress hugging your figure, laughing at some joke, he filed you down as an âunknownâ. Hence why heâs been watching you for the past half an hour.
And yes, gradually, over that time, he stopped grimacing at the offensive taste of his drink (he really will have to keep an eye on this new hire, if they can't even make an Old Fashioned), and became a little less concerned with all the other girls in the establishment. His eyes were on you. You went from an âunknownâ to âworth pursuingâ. But something was different. Jacob just couldnât put his finger on it yet.
Youâre laughing with your friend about your dickhead boss when the man approaches. Tall, dark and handsome, as if he literally walked out of some romance novel. You barely have time to take in his fitted suit, his gelled hair and sharp jaw before heâs pulled up a chair at your table.
Your friend next to you snorts at the audacity, and on any other occasion, youâd be inclined to agree. Men. The bane of your life. Always trying to take what they want.
But suddenly your feminist side has gone a little quiet becauseâŠyou want to hear what this man has to say. This man who is so stupidly handsome, you feel like rubbing your eyes just to check you arenât seeing things.
âEvening.â he smirks, sending a cursory glance to your friend, before his attention lands firmly on you. Charming, you think, feeling a stab of sympathy for your friend. But then you remember the time last weekend where she ended up going home with some rugby lad from a club, leaving you to fend for yourself andâŠ.the guilt ebbs away.
âEvening.â You smile back.
âCan I get you ladies a drink?â The man hums, nodding to your half empty glass (and ignoring your friendâs full one).
You flush. Heâs forward. But is that a bad thing? You always complain about men not taking the initiative, messing girls around. Your ex could certainly take a page from this manâs book.
âOnly if I get your name.â You smile sweetly, batting your lashes. Two can play at that game.
He blinks, maybe not quite expecting you to return his energy. But then he grins. He likes it.
âJacob. Jacob Palmer.â
You bite your lip, seeing your friend slip away to find another guy out of the corner of your eye. Fuck it. You only live once, right? No way youâre gonna find another guy this hot any time soon.
âWell, Jacob. Iâll take a raincheck on that drink. Do you wanna get out of here?â
You werenât expecting him to have such a big, fancy house, but then again, you should have guessed it from his tailored suit and the Rolex on his wrist. If not that, then the crystal glass that he offers you when you sit down, filled with amber liquid.
âWhatâs this?â You hum, taking him in properly now, without the poor lighting of the bar dimming your senses. Heâs got a few days of stubble, but itâs trimmed, intentional, and his hair is tamed with some gel. His hands are trembling slightly as he hands you the glass, but maybe thatâs alcohol rather than nerves. He doesnât look the type of man to be nervous.
âWhiskey.â He murmurs. âYou donât want it? You donât have to.â
Itâs funny. In the solace of his own home, Jacob seems to have softened a little. Not a complete change, but heâs certainly not as direct and confident as he was only half an hour before. You quite like it.
âI want it. I havenât had whiskey before though.â You murmur. Youâre a little nervous now, youâll admit. Itâs been a few months since youâve done this. Hopefully youâre not out of practice.
And thereâs another thing youâve noticed, thatâs giving you a fewâŠbutterflies. Jacob is older. Older than you first thought. If you had to hazard a guess, maybe in his mid thirties.
At least ten years your senior.
âIt will burn.â Jacob says, smiling softly. âJust have a sip.â
You do. And yes, it burns. But itâs good. You feel it like fire going down into your stomach, and it gives you the kick you need to do what is next.
You deposit the half filled glass on the coffee table next to you.
âCan I kiss you?â You say it before you chicken out.
Jacobâs face creases into a grin, and his glass finds its way next to yours on the coffee table as he frees up his hands.
âYes. Yes.â
And then his hands are on your waist and his lips are on yours, and you can taste the whiskey in his mouth.
You feel Jacobâs tongue push into your mouth at the same moment that his hands creep downwards, palming your ass before squeezing.
âUp.â He pulls back, just to murmur the word against your cheek. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him haul you up easily, and then heâs moving and youâre kissing again, and heâs all you can smell and taste and god youâre glad you went to the bar tonight.
The mattress is soft against your back and he lays you down, and you only have a few moments to look around the large master bedroom before Jacob is draping his body over yours, consuming your field of vision.
You look at him, properly, meeting his gaze, and notice how his blue eyes are at least a few shades darker than earlier.
âYou want this?â The words drop from his mouth quickly, and then he does something you did not expect - he whimpers. Low, pathetic, drawn out as his hand grazes up your side.
âPlease, please tell me you want this. I need it. Need you.â
You moan out loud at his words becauseâŠno man has ever been like this with you. So unashamedly needy. Like you're their oasis in the desert.
âYes.â You cup his face, pressing a kiss to his stubbled jaw as he pants. âYes, please, please-â
He doesnât waste anymore time. Your dress is hiked over your head, Jacob pushing the fabric up and up until your whole body is exposed to him. He leaves it tangled around your wrists, your hands over your head as he lets his own hands roam down you.
You gasp loudly as the wet heat of his mouth envelopes your nipple, his calloused fingers reaching to tweak the other at the same time. You push your chest forward, up into his mouth, and he moans. Honest to god moans, his tongue never stuttering as it flicks over your peaked bud. You can feel saliva dribbling down your side, wetting the bed, but Jacob doesnât care. The noises heâs making are delightful, and you rub your thighs together to try to alleviate some of the need there.
âJacob.â You gasp, tugging at his short brown strands. He looks up, eyes dark, long lashes blinking steadily. His lips are flushed, pink, and his fingers are still pulling at your other nipple.
âJacob, please, need you- need you in me. N-now.â
He growls lowly, nodding quickly. He sits back onto his heels and shreds his shirt off. Your eyes widen. Fucking hell. How is that even possible?
Your fingers reach out to stroke along the planes of his abs, lightly tanned and lean, and you feel him twitch under you. Jacob sucks in a breath, hands shaking as he unbuckles his belt. You bat his hands away quickly, wanting to do this yourself.
And then his pants are off, and your mouth is watering at the sight in front of you. If you thought his abs were a joke, then his cock is downright obscene. Itâs long, probably one of the longest youâve seen, curving to the right, the tip already pink and leaking.
Jacob sucks in a shaky breath, his hand reaching down to hold himself at the base.
âN-need to be in you.â He murmurs.
You see his cheeks flush a little, maybe from the heat or something else. And itâs then that you suspect that Jacob maybe isnât used to this. Maybe heâs used to taking it slow, being in control, only giving what he can take.
Maybe this is new to him. Maybe youâve unlocked something that he didnât see coming.
It doesnât matter anyway, because youâre nodding, grazing your knuckles along the underside of his cock as he growls and kicks your legs apart. Your underwear is ripped off, and you make a mental note to charge him for that tomorrow - certainly seems like he can afford it.
Jacobâs fingers brush against your folds, and he hisses when he feels how wet you are.
âFuck me, princessâŠso good for me, huh? All ready for me?â
You whine, nodding, bucking your hips against his palm, but then his other hand is on your pelvis, pushing you down.
âNo, no, behave for me, good girl. Gonna take care of you, okay? Need you so bad.â
You nod again, reaching down to hold his wrist, tight. You hear his breath hitch as he rubs his tip against your folds, catching it against your clit.
âF-fuck, Jacob, please-â
âI know, I know.â He cooes, a hint of control back in his face now that heâs between your legs.
He eases himself in, just the tip first, stroking your clit with feather light touches as you adjust. He gives you a moment, then pushes in more, slowly but surely, and you gasp at the intrusion. Itâs been a while, and it hurts, but god it feels good. You can feel every ridge of him, every inch as he enters you.
âThere you go, taking me so well, pretty girl.â Jacob groans, leaning down to press a kiss to your exposed collar bone, before sucking and laving. There will be a mark there tomorrow.
When his hips press against yours, you know heâs fully seated inside of you, and you whimper.
Jacob leans back, reaching to brush a tear from your cheek.
âSo pretty, so good.â His words are slurred slightly, but not from alcohol.
If you thought the feeling of him inside of you was too much, you practically ascend when he drags himself out and then pushes back in again. Your eyes roll back into your head and you cry out, nails scraping at his toned, solid shoulders.
Jacob rolls into you with practiced precision, the tip of his cock dragging against that spot inside of you with every stroke. Itâs too much, itâs too good, and heâs everywhere. His hands are on you, tweaking at your nipple again, cupping your face, stroking your hair. He kisses you, or at least tries to, because both of you are too far gone to coordinate at this point.
âI-I u-usually last- fuck- last longer than this-â Jacob grunts, huffing against your neck.
You whimper.
âI-I donât care. Iâm close- Iâm close-â
âCome on then, baby.â Jacob growls, his thrusts not even stuttering as he reaches down to pinch your clit. The sharp sensation rips through you, and you buck, Jacob rubbing the nub gently to relieve some of the pain. He keeps rubbing, tight circles, over and over and over until you can feel yourself slipping-
âJ-Jacob-â you moan out loud, vision whiting out as he thrusts into you hard, so deep you can feel him in your throat. You tense, your cunt contracting around him like a vice, and thatâs enough to send him over the edge too.
He half whimpers half moans as he pushes fully into you, his body shaking against yours as he finishes. You feel his spend inside you, hot, molten, and his cock pulsing, as you finally begin to come back down from your high.
It takes a few moments for either of you to say anything as you both catch your breath. Jacob is laying half on top of you, still buried between your legs, and you can feel his softening inside of you, in a strangely intimate way.
When you have enough strength to lift your hands, you card your fingers through his hair, stroking gently.
Jacob lifts his head up, blinking softly. He grins.
âThat wasâŠwow.â
âPretty good.â You laugh breathily.
âYeahâŠ.Iâm sorry I didnâtâŠlike I said, I usually last longer-â
âSo do I.â You chuckle. You brush your thumb against his cheekbone, feeling his skin hot under your touch. He really is beautiful.
He just smiles, then bites his lip as he moves to pull out-
âWait, wait- d-donât move yet.â You murmur quickly. He frowns, pouring a little, but you shake your head.
âItâs comfy, no? JustâŠrest for a bit. And maybeâŠmaybe you can make it up to me after?â
Jacob smirks at your suggestion, the tips of his ears turning red.
âOkay. Yeah, I can work with that.â
âYouâre pretty. You know that? You probably do.â
You giggle, unsure why you feel so comfortable yapping at this man already.
But Jacob just grins, his whole ears turning red now.
âNot as pretty as you.â
You stroke his hair again, and hum contentedly when the man settles his head back against your chest, sighing softly. His arms wrap around your torso, holding you tight. Sleep pulls at your consciousness and you think about fighting it for a moment, but honestly? Youâve never felt so safe. You let yourself drift off.
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something something colt seavers who likes to record you guys going at itâŠdo you see the VisionâŠ
The first time Colt sets up his phone on the nightstand, propped against a lamp, the cameraâs "recording" display on the screen enters your vision and he grins down at you, already hard. "I want to watch this later.." he murmurs, one hand sliding your thighs apart, the other gripping his cock, glistening at the tip. "I want to see how your pussy takes me."
He fucks you slow at first, making sure the angle catches every inch of his thick shaft disappearing inside you, his balls slapping your wet skin. "Look at the cam," he orders, voice husky, and when you do, he picks up the pace, driving into you with a rhythm that makes the bed frame squeak. He groans, "That's itâlet the camera see you come."
Later, he rewinds the footage, phone balanced on his stomach while you sprawl across his chest, both of you sweaty. He fast-forwards to the part where he had you on your hands and knees, his hand fisted in your hair, your ass bouncing against his hips. "Right there," he says, pausing on a frame where your mouth is open, eyes rolled back. "That's my favorite."
He shifts you so he can slide inside you again, the phone still playing the audio of your moans. "I'm gonna fuck you while we watch ourselves fuck." he whispers, and the screen shows his cock pushing into you from behind while his real cock does the same, recording a new loop of your shared pleasure.
i feel like dating Colt would at one point devolve into giving each other the most obscure pet names based off internet culture. you call him your discord kitten. he calls you pookie. you call him your shayla. he calls you 'the huzz'. you call him 'chopped huzz' in response. he says that's cheating. you make out about it.
You guys watch shrek and call eachother kitten whiskers and daddy and it turns into something really unusually sexual and then you both are like
18+, gender neutral reader, im just imagining him liking recording you as you guys fuck sloppy style...
"Wait wait wait, baby just--hold on, wait."
You come back to the world when Colt suddenly lifts himself off of your back. Huh?? It's not usually like him to get distracted during sex unless something is wrong. ESPECIALLY if he's going at it like he was a second ago, pressed down hard, rutting like his life depends on it. "Colt, what..."
As you lift your head to see what he's up to, his left hand comes up to cup your jaw from behind, pulling you up just enough to arch your back. His thumb strokes your jawline as he slides right back in, straight to the hilt like it's no effort at all, crowding against your back once more. "There we go, okay, fuckâŠsmile for me, baby. It's Hall H." You can hear him chuckle. Bastard.
He's holding his phone in his right hand, camera pointed at your face. You don't have much time to register it before he starts up again, desperate, sloppy thrusts that sound just as filthy as it feels. "Yeah, fuck, so good," he mumbles, lips pressed to your temple, face buried in your hair. "Gonna save this for laterâŠ.oh, my perfect little movie star, huh?"
