Fandom: Sleep Token
Pairing: Vessel x Female reader
Length: Long
Summary: Vessel is head over heels but… is she the one?
Warnings: NSFW, 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, angst, heartbreak, betrayal, OFC, alcohol consumption (pls drink responsibly friends!), friends to lovers/soulmates, fingering, talks of cum eating, creampie, detailed smut.
Notes: btw this is a Soulmate AU!
Tagging: @synnersaint my ride or die for all my fixations!
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She’s the one.
She’s the one, she’s the one, she’s the one.
He knows it, his brothers know it, hell even the deity Sleep knows about her. He won’t shut up about her. Siobhan this, Siobhan that. Like a broken record of love sick puppy dog, Vessel practically howls at the moon about her! It’s only been a few, somewhat rocky months, but he knows its’ her because she said his phrase without ever seeing it. So it had to be her!
He felt his heart bloom that early spring night by the riverfront, hand in hand, quarter moon up above guiding their path. It’s an easy phrase, an honest phrase and anyone in the whole world could say it to him but… it was the way she’d said it. It felt so raw and real, he even wrote down an entry about it in his journal later that night, dog earring the page.
We want and need to hear how much you love this shit just as much as we do. Fellas, you better moan, pant, grunt, whisper sweet nothings and/or the nastiest shit- it’s literally magic 🪄 to us.
Charlie Hunnam or Travis Fimmel? Cause both of them put me into overdrive
Ohhh!
Omg the way I lust after both! Omg. Well, fuck me-
Charlie baby, I love you. I’m yours but this era of Travis is unmatched. Early Travis as Ragnar it is. I’m just sweating looking at that gif. Plus do not get me started on his eyes and that smirk - the things this man could make me do. And I’d thank him.
(But I rather have both like, I can fit very nicely in the middle) 😂
Send me two names ask, I’ll tell you who I prefer physically
Pairing: Edgar Scissorhands (Timothée Chalamet) x Female reader
Summary: (look friends, I don’t even know ok I got an idea and I’m running with it so… without further ado I’m giving you this FREE of charge) In which Edgar Scissorhands (college aged son of Kim and Edward bc I said so) has gotten himself a crush. I was inspired by that commercial from like two years ago.
Length: not too bad; kinda short before we get to the meat of the story
Warnings: eventual friends to lovers, nothing risqué, some strong language.
P.S. I imagine he listens to Artic Monkey’s (in general but “Love is a Laserquest” album & acoustic version for sure)
Chapter I
Now I Can’t Think of There Without Thinking of You
Edgar Scissorhands envied those with actual bone-in appendages. Not for the reason you would think plausible, let’s face it, his were made of metal and jagged shapes; no flesh until the wrist. He was jealous because you could twist and bend them, gnaw on the nailbeds and cuticles when you got nervous or times got tough. If he did that he’d cut up his mouth like a piss poor homage to the late and ever great Heath Ledger. Instead, anxious chewing was lost on him. A shitty replacement was his twitching blades.
Fandom: Call of Duty
König x Female reader
Length: Long
Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, established relationship, explicit content, strong language, oral (obvi m & f), fingering, messy blowjobs, throat training, face fucking (but lovingly), sex tape or filming sex acts or however you wanna’ look at it, König loves pet names, L-bomb, unprotected p in v, creampie, slight face reveal.
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He’s big and he’s mean. Brutal. A shy devil. You’ve witnessed König dispatch a group of one to five without breaking a sweat, his hands worked in marvelous ways, similar to those who carved wood or could manage clay. You’ve seen him tackle a grown man, not his size of course because let’s face it, there aren’t a lot of behemoths’ that have the speed and jerking movements as him. But a grown man just the same, collapse and expire by König’s blade work. Two jabs to the ribs, a deep cut and divide at the jugular. Blood sprayed like fireworks when he got the job done.
Pairing: Trevor x Female reader, Rafe Cameron x Female reader
Summary: Something strange is going on in the OBX, people are going missing and you’re determined to find out why.
Length: LONG
Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, CNC, Dub-con, strong language, explicit content, reader discretion is advised, this is pretty sick tbh, established relationship, tobacco use, missing persons, search party, death mention, betrayal, deceiving, unprotected p in v, protected p in v, sex outdoors, a little Somnophilia, creampie, Ghostface roleplay, fingering, oral (m receiving), detailed smut.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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“For the past several months, something eerie and sinister seems to be happening to the people of Kildare County. Yet another report of a missing person is to be described as ‘a happy go lucky kid, with a good head on his shoulders’.” You stepped out of your on-suite bathroom to hear the news clearer over the brushing of your teeth. Leaning on the door frame as you watched the pair of night casters go over their notes. “So, as not only a compassionate human being, but also the top reporter on this heinous case, should we ask… just what is going on here? Tonight at ten we will be talking with the sheriff…”
“Hey babe, did you hear that?!” You mumble through a mouthful of toothpaste, the county being mentioned was familiar only in name but it still made your heart drop to your belly. An ominous feeling growing as you padded out of the bedroom towards your balcony, after spitting and rinsing your mouth.
“What’s that doll?” Trevor peeked his head out of the sliding glass door, the smell of tobacco faint but present.
“Doesn’t your brother live in Kildare County?”
“Yeah why?” Trevor asked and took a drag, blowing it away from the jar door.
“It was just on the news, something about some people have gone missing.” You said, frowning before your boyfriend.
“Missing? I just talked to Rafe a few days ago, he didn’t mention anything.” Trevor shrugged and took out his phone, texting who you assumed was his brother while you leaned against the wall.
“That’s weird, the news said it’s been like, one every other month since spring.”
“You’re right doll, that is weird. He tells me everything.” Trevor agreed, took the final drag from his cigarette and stabbed it out in the ashtray, he slipped his phone into his back pocket and shut the door. “I just texted him, we’ll see what he says, yeah?”
Fandom: Outer Banks
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Female reader
Summary: When Ward kicks Rafe out of the house, he has nowhere to go until you run into him.
Length: Long
Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, reader discretion advised, explicit language, strong language, angst, sad Rafe, drug use, fingering, oral (m receiving), protected P in V, detailed smut.
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“You owe me.” You said as you pulled your truck down the bumpy road to old John Routledge’s road, bouncing around in the cabin as you drove, the little air freshener hanging off of your rear view mirror swaying wildly.
Fall was just on the cusp, colored leaves threating the ground as you turned on your blinker, a stickler for not having Shoupe stop you for some miniscule traffic stop on such a fine day if he were around trying to make quota.
“Yeah yeah.”
“I mean it this time!” You voiced. You weren’t just some limo service or cabbie on The Cut but Pope was technically family, your parents being his parents best friends before either you or the young man shaking around in the passenger seat were born some twenty odd years ago. He had passed his written but not the actual behind the wheel test just yet.
“I said yeah!” Pope grumbled, grabbing an overnight and a large water bottle from the back before he hopped out, giving the door a hearty slap to send you on your way.
“I’ll pick you up on Sunday. And hey, Pope?”
“Yeah?” He stopped, holding his pillow.
You pointed at him from the inside, JJ gave you a little wave with two beer cans in hand before jogging down towards the watery bank. “Be safe.”
….
Leaning forward you could see the clouds rolling in, a storm was on its’ way and you wanted to get home before it hit. You turned down the radio as if that would help in your beat up truck. At the stop sign you saw someone trudging their way along the bank, no sidewalk was in place at this corner of the street. You slowed and made your turn, headlights illuminating a tall, familiar form. Reaching over you rolled down the passenger window.
“I know that’s not Rafe Cameron on my side of the island.” You called, putting the truck into park with the flashers on, just in case.
“Are you playing Jenga… by yourself?” You smiled, Rafe’s big body was sitting on the floor of your living room, just pulling out a middle block when you got home. It was strange to see someone in your house after living alone for so long, let alone the Kook King himself. Rafe pushed back his hair, ready to make his next move.
“What else am I gonna’ do?” Rafe rolled his eyes.
“I’m surprised you’re not wasting your battery on your phone. Call up one of your buddies to take you instead of me.”
You noticed how he worked his jaw and cracked his neck, placing the block to the top of the tower. “Got a little silly waiting to see if my dad would call so I turned it off. If he wanted me home, I would be.”
“How long do you think you’re gonna’ hang around The Cut now that you’re an honorary Pogue and all?”
“I’m not a Pogue.” Rafe snapped.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” You made a face and joined him on the floor, taking a block of your own before responding. “Let’s see… you got in a blowout with a parent, check. Their giving you the silent treatment for emphasis of how much they stand by their said statement, double check. You got kicked out of the house and all of your lovely amenities and are crashing on someone’s couch, triple check. And by all those accounts, that definitely has Pogue written all over it!”
“Oh fuck off.”
“You can stay as long as you need to, if you need a ride somewhere just ask." You watched the block of choice slide out.
"I can drive, ya’ know?”
“Yeah, your truck, not mine.”
“I’m not gonna’ total it! I need to get some clothes at least, I’ve never worn the same outfit two days in a row in my life. Gross.”
“Oh shut up, live a little. You don’t have to prove anything to me, Rafe. I know you.” You said and took your turn.
Rafe’s next words made you second guess the blonde.
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