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archived rp account. age 27

[rockyhatemark]

being bored with rocky and asking him to tattoo something in eridian on your back like his tattoos because why not. you don’t care what he writes because you won’t be able to read it anyway.

he tattoos his name.

a tramp stamp of rocky’s name in eridian on your lower back.

he tells you it’s ‘sun’ or something cheesy like that but no.

it’s his name.

when you do eventually find out, he gets thwacked upside the head and put in the timeout chair for a week.

[valentine-blue]

Holland March nsfw Alphabet

this was the winner from this poll

notes: mdni, pinv, fingering, spanking, grinding, masturbation, oral, drunk sex, shotgunning, bath sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Normally falls asleep right after. He’d barely be pulled out of you, already snoring next to you, using your pillow.

If he’s been light on the drinking, he’ll clean you up before peppering you with kisses. Trailing up your chest to your neck and face, praising how well you did. “Y’ were so good for me, sweetheart. Made me feel so good,” he praises before landing a kiss on your lips and cuddling you to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Loves your thighs. He can’t keep his hands off them. Has his hands on them under tables and while watching movies, squeezing them and rubbing circles on them with his thumbs.

Uses it as a way to get your attention. You’ll just be sitting on the couch, reading or watching tv and he’ll sit in front of you, placing his head on your thighs with a pouty face. Taps on your thigh when he feels like you’re not paying attention to the conversation you’re having. Also does it when you close your eyes while he’s fucking you. “Eyes on me, sweet girl. Need t’ see your pretty face while I fuck you.”

Whenever he’s between them, he grabs onto them for dear life. He loves tasting you and getting to grab at your thighs at the same time. Secretly loves it when you close them around his head. Leaves bruises when he’s done.

His favorite part is his dick. Literally cocky about how big it is. He teases you when you whine at the stretch. “Aw, too big for you baby? That’s too bad,” he says as he pushes even deeper into your soaked cunt.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Holland’s really messy. He’ll make you cum several times on his fingers and face, coating him and the sheets beneath you with your shiny juices. He slides in, groaning at how wet and warm you are. This man loves cumming inside you, fucking his cum deep into you.

Once he pulls out, he loves to watch your mixed liquids spill out of you onto the mattress. “Fuck, your pussy’s so pretty with my cum spilling out of it,”

He’d also scoop up some of it up before rubbing it around your clit and your tits, sucking it off later.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly loves it when you touch his ass. It’s packing for a reason. Loves it whenever you walk by and smack it, getting a yelp of surprise from him before he sighs from the feeling.

When you’re sucking him off, he likes it when you hold onto him by his ass, pushing him deeper into your mouth. “Jesus, baby. Jus’ like that, fuck.”

Overall just loves it when you put your hands on him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Knows what he’s doing when he’s sober, but when he’s drunk it’s like he’s been spun around a hundred times. He’ll try so hard to line himself up only to realize he was lining up with the wrong hole. “Oop, sorry, baby,” he says before finally finding the right one, bottoming out in one push with a needy moan.

Sometimes he’ll pull out too far and curse to himself before having to line up again. Once he gets a good rhythm though, he’s making you moan out and grip onto him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Like’s cowgirl so he can watch your full tits bounce in his face. Also loves that he can smoke while you’re on top of him. He’ll rest one hand on your waist, the other holding the cigarette in his mouth before he blows out the smoke, returning his hand to your waist, cigarette between his index and middle finger.

Somehow he’s still in control when you’re on top of him. “Doin’ so good f’me doll,” he’d say as he takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing it across your peaked tits.

He’d occasionally spank you as you ride him, urging you on.

When he’s drunk, he prefers missionary. He claims it’s easier to see where he’s going even though it takes him several tries to slide himself into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

When sober, he’s serious but won’t mind making you laugh after. “Jesus, you’re so pretty,” he’d say as he kisses along your chest and jaw, his mustache and stubble tickling your skin making you let out giggles as you thread your hand through his blonde locks.

When he’s drunk, he tries too hard to be serious and ends up being the complete opposite. He’s whining and whimpering the whole time above you, letting out shaky moans and throwing his head back as he thrusts into you. Once he’s done, he almost falls asleep before you push him off of you, making him whine.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It’s the 70s. Holland has a full bush down there. If he found out you shaved yours, he’d freak out. He’ll pull your shorts down before gasping with his jaw dropped. “Doll what the- where the hell did it all go?!” he’d be so confused at first but would eventually grow to love it. He says it looks like a pornstar’s before you slap him, making him let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh before telling you he’s messing with you, but still thinks it looks good.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Holland is more of a cut to the chase kind of guy, but he can be intimate if he needs to.

If you’ve had a long day, he’ll rub your shoulders, kissing your neck as you ease into his touch. He’ll lay you down, slowly removing your work clothes before eating you out into tomorrow.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t prefer to masturbate, but he’ll do it during work sometimes

If he’s pent up, he’ll slip into some bathroom wherever he’s looking for a person on interest, locking the stall door behind him. He’ll sit on the bowl, pulling out his aching cock before stroking it, wishing his hand was yours.

Even though masturbating isn’t his thing, he love to watch you. He’ll make you spread out for him as he smokes, admiring how your fingers rub over your clit. “Jus’ like that, sweetheart,” he praises, sending you over the edge in front of him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Likes shotgunning every once in a while. When you’re riding him, he’ll tell you to open your mouth before taking a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into your waiting mouth. You cough, forcing a chuckle out of him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to get you drunk, enjoying how you stumble and slur your words as you fall onto him on the bed.

He’s had a few drinks himself, stroking a hand through your hair to distract himself from his growing hardness straining against his slacks. In your drunken state though, you grind down on him, drawing high-pitched moans from him as you already get him close.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Holland would never do something you wouldn’t want. He’d always talk to you about trying new kinks or positions beforehand, making sure it’s ok with you first.

He would be against having sex with Holly around, not wanting her to see or hear you two. But if she’s asleep, he’ll tend to give in.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Holland acts like a starved man every time you let him eat you out.

He’ll hold your thighs apart, lapping at your soaked folds. He groans into you as you tug as his blonde hair, sending waves of pleasure throughout you.

When he’s had a long day at work, you’ll setting between his thighs as he sits on the couch. You ask for permission, and with a smile, he nods, cupping your cheek. He’s very relieved when you make him finish, pulling you up into his lap to return the favor.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow, but he also likes to go down on you if you ask.

When he’s drunk, he’s extremely sloppy, going as fast as he can, which is actually really slow because of his drunken state.

When sober, he’ll go down on you if you ask, pounding into you as he sucks and bites marks into your skin and tits. He groans above you, moving his hand down to toy with your clit, driving you over the edge.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If you’re on the clock with him, he tends to get a bit worked up. If the person of interest is no where to be seen, he’s pulling you into a bathroom or an alleyway, fucking you into oblivion as he covers your mouth with one hand. “Shh, doll. Can’t have anyone hear us.”

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’ll definitely experiment if you ask him to, trying out new kinks, some sticking with him and others not so much.

He’s definitely risky, fucking you while Holly’s asleep or in a bathroom stall while on the job, covering your mouth so you don’t get caught.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Normally falls asleep right after. You have to give him coffee or something so he’ll stay awake longer. Morning sex is his favorite because he can fall asleep right after, sometimes not even bothering to pull out.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’ll use a vibrator every once in a while, coating it in your juices before rubbing it over your clit, drawing moans from you.

He also likes how it feels when he’s inside you, the vibrations on your clit traveling through to him, making him whine and moan.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Holland loves teasing. He’ll pepper kisses across your skin with each article of clothing he removes from you, making you whine and squirm beneath him.

Secretly loves it when you tease him on a case, sitting in his lap in a taxi or touching him from under the table. It gives him an excuse to go down on you later.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he’s sober, he’ll let out groans and grunts, chasing his release.

However, when he’s drunk? He’s an absolute mess. He’s letting out whines and whimpers, high-pitched moans escaping his lips as you clench around him.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Loves bath sex. He’ll guide you by your hips as you slowly ride him, some water splashing out of the tub onto the carpet floor. When you’re done, he’ll wash you clean again before helping you out, wrapping you in a soft towel, kissing your neck.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He’s definitely long, but not that thick. He always hits that spot inside you, over and over again until you shatter beneath him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Holland’s a yearner. He always finds ways to have some alone time with you, whether it be on the job or at some random club you decided to go to.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep right after, sometimes not even bothering to pull out. You have to push him off of you, rolling him onto his back as he whines.

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[oddballwriter]

reader who’s always been really shy about making noise during sex

vs

grace who sits behind them and keeps their mouth open with his fingers while simon goes down on them

*leaps out the nearest window*

I’m loosing that fight man (I say like I was going to put up much of a fight in the first place) (I’m wasn’t)

[rgcuevent]

if you're looking for ideas on what you'd like to make for RGCU week, look no further than the prompt generators below!

please note that while SNL characters and upcoming RyGos characters (Star Wars Starfighter, Ghost Rider) aren't included in the gif prompt below, RGCU week would love to see projects that celebrate these characters!

feel free to take as many pics as you'd like to combine prompts & ships!

first up, choosing your ship!

some potential day 1 sfw ideas!

day 1 nsfw!

day 2 sfw ideas! hanahaki and soulmates, and all the potential for an epic romance.

day 2 nsfw ideas!

some day 3 sfw inspo!

day 3 nsfw inspo!

day 4 sfw ideas! never say no to omegaverse!

day 4 nsfw ;)

day 5 sfw inspo! only one bed, what ever will your rygos do?

day 5 nsfw!

day 6 sfw prompts! what's your favorite myth?

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day 7 is a free day, which means you can go all out!

the prompts above are all optional and meant to inspire ideas, rgcu week encourages creativity but always make sure you're having fun too!

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[gottabegreyhound]

Hehehehehe, I took screenshots to remember— might be able to get around and do some of this too :3

The visuals of these are so pretty too 🤭🙂‍↕️

[athymelyreply]

My contribution to the EHC (as conceived by @edenisquiet based on the EWC by @justcakethanks)

[eloiscbridgerton]

VERMITHOR & SILVERWING HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 3.06 – Faceless Men

[avocado-writing]

NEED to peg Ryland so good he gets all fucked out and can’t think straight and starts begging me to get him pregnant 🙂‍↕️

we all say crazy things mid sex. he’s no different. 18+. Afab!reader x Ryland Grace. pegging.

Ryland Grace, forty year old doctorate of biology and your son’s science teacher is, for lack of a better term, bouncing on it.

Not to say that forty year old science teachers can’t bounce on it. In fact, from where you are, more of them definitely should. It’s one hell of a view you have: sweat drips down between his pectoral muscles in a delightfully lickable line, his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and his head rolls back so that you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he moans.

Yeah, it’s great from down here.

The strap he’s fucking himself on is a girthy six inches, and it’s a pleasure to watch the purple silicone disappear inside him with every thrust. There’s a little nub inside which presses on your clit just right as he goes, inching you closer to your orgasm with every luscious movement of his hips.

Oh, he is stunning. He is goddamn perfect.

“Fuck…” he chokes as the head of your dick hits his prostate and his cock leaks pre onto your stomach in a pearlescent line.

“Uh-huh,” you agree. The two of you are too fucked out to communicate clearly. It’s mostly just noises of appreciation and that’s just fine.

“I’m… I can’t…”

“Can’t what, honey?”

“Can’t keep going…” it’s said almost regretfully, like he wants to stave off his release for as long as possible so he can keep enjoying this. Your hands have been holding his hips so tightly that divots have formed, but you begin to rub comforting circles into his skin with your thumbs.

“Finish for me, handsome, go on.”

“Oh-hh-hh fuck,” he manages, and then suddenly his eyes are open and his gaze fixed solely on you, blue eclipsed with black from his lust. He’s suddenly working double time, his pert ass slapping lewdly against your harness as he speeds up.

Then he says something crazy, because that’s what happens when you’re caught up in a moment where you’re more horny than sensible.

“Put- a- baby- in- me,” he begs, punctuating the gaps between words with bounces. Your eyes go wider than his and your grip turns iron-tight as you start to control his pace, making him go even harder, making your clit get even more pressure.

“Yeah. Yeah Ry, gonna knock you up. Get you pregnant. Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to, ‘cause you’re mine.”

You lock eyes. For a second, both of you are convinced you can actually do it.

Ryland’s cock spurts with so much force it hits both you and him in the face. His shaky aftershocks move the strap just right and you’re pretty sure you flood the mattress when you come.

He collapses onto you, mewling as your cockhead hits his overused prostate. The two of you just lie in a sticky mess for a while as your breathing syncs and calms.

“In hindsight, I know that was a pretty wild thing to say. Sorry for not clearing it with you,” he mutters from where his face is tucked into your neck. You laugh.

“That’s okay, it was hot. I am aware you don’t have a womb though, so carrying a baby would be pretty difficult.”

It’s his turn to laugh, and he pulls back enough to kiss you. There will be time for worrying about silly things said during sex later. For now there’s the afterglow, and it’s important that you bask in it.

[pontifikado]

you guys ever think about how grocky x reader is literally just being stuck between a rock (Rocky) and a hard place (Ryland's hard-on)

[fernstyx]

ryland who eats you out and edges you until you're shaking. and then when you finally think he's going to fuck you, he pushes in only to the tip of his cock and jerks off into you. what's wrong, baby? you said you wanted him to use you, those were your exact words. then it shouldn't matter how, right? just lie still. don't be a brat. you're his favorite place to cum, you know.

[scandalscontained]

cw : somno (slight cnc) ⋮ blow job ⋮ luke being a meanie ⋮ two little cheek pats ⋮ no use of y/n ⋮ reader is called 'sweetie' and 'angel ⋮ reader's appearance is not detailed! ⋮ 800 words

"Open your mouth."

The velvety voice fades you into consciousness, slipping from the gentle grasps of sleep. You'd been dreaming of a nicer time. One with sunlight streaming in from windows, the cool breeze tousling your curtains, and fresh lilacs that would grow in the backyard. The visage slowly becomes fuzzy until it's invisible.

Your breath catches. In the dark, the only thing you can see is the glowing cherry of his cigarette. Even that is blurry. You blink to shift things into focus. Do it once more. Edges start to sharpen and shapes start to become apparent.

Luke's tatted fingers cradles the cigarette, pulling it away from his mouth just long enough for a plume of smoke to infiltrate the room. Pale moonlight streams in through the window on the far wall. It offers some sense of illumination; more like a candle than a light.

"mhmph—"

"I said open your fucking mouth, sweetie." His voice lowers to a whisper, sounding like gravel.

He leans over to peer down at your still sleepy form. Grogily, you watch him tuck his cigarette between his lips. Luke uses his free hand to tap against your cheek. It's not to hurt you; he would never do that. It's about how he was being serious.

There's a dull sting ebbing away now. Your lips part just barely, fatigue making a cozy home in your limbs. The sheets were so soft against your skin. They smelled like the cologne Luke kept on his dresser. Warmth surrounded you like a bubble; easily seducing you to succumb to your exhaustion.

Your eyes do flutter shut—lashes tickling your cheeks. But you feel a heavy weight of something running over the seam of your lips. It snaps you from the throes of sleep.

Snapping your eyes open, the light gives you enough ability to see Luke fisting his cock. He's looking down lazily at you through hooded eyes. A cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth.

"Just relax." He murmurs, continuing to rub the tip of his cock over your mouth. A soft sigh spills from his throat. "Keep that mouth open f'me."

You should probably be disgusted. Should probably launch up and berate him for being a perv. But you don't. A wave of arousal shoots down your abdomen.

Luke watches as your tongue flicks out, caressing his length. It was unexpected. This was the very last reaction he'd expected from you, but God, he fucking loves it. His fist migrates down his shaft. Each time he brought the head of him to your mouth, your tongue licked at more of him.

"That's my girl." A throaty groan slips from his mouth, the sound escalating into something breathier. His hips have shallowly pressed closer to you.

Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, warmth enveloping him. He swears you work your mouth better when you've just woken up. Each shallow thrust makes you take him a little deeper.

Luke inhales his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he rocks his hips. The smoke gets held in his throat as he gazes down at you.

Your cheek is pressed against the pillow, jaw slacking more with each inch he gets down your throat. Your tongue flicks at the vein going up the underside of him, humming contentedly as he stutters.

It's not long before you're taking all you can. Each thrust has his tip nudging the back of your throat. Noises leave his mouth that make your thighs press together beneath the sheets.

Luke's hand cups your jaw, his thumb running over your cheekbone. "Look so good like this." He moans, a deep rumbling sound in his chest. "Doin' perfect."

A sleepy hum vibrates around his length, sending shock waves through his nervous system. His head gets thrown back. Though you can't see his face, you know his eyes are pinched shut as pleasure paints his expression.

It's a beautiful sight.

One you found yourself wishing to see.

"Gonna blow my load if you keep doing that." He warns, a breathy chuckle accompanying his words.

You feel yourself smile, pride swelling in your chest. Being able to make him fall apart within minutes had to be some kind of record.

"Fuckin' proud of that, huh?" Luke's hips stutter, pressing a little too far down your throat. He laughs when you gag around him. "Thought I taught you to take it, baby."

He pats at your cheek once. He allows you a second to breathe through your nose before he's pressing deeper down your throat.

"Just need a little reminder." He mutters, holding himself back from fucking your throat.

His thumb wipes a tear that had prickled at your lashes and started slipping down your cheek.

"There you go. Relax....thaaat's it, angel."

I got possessed and had to write this...

if you feel so inclined, join the taglist here! request something here or in my inbox!

[waldos-art]

Things are going so normal on AT-5.

[venusjr-12doctor]

How would the dark gosslings deal with a reader on her period? Like would they take care of her? What about mood swings and cravings?

Well, out of the obvious sex drive they all have, the kind of lust that can overpower Chernobyl's radiation.

They would get very protective (not as much as they would get as a pregnant reader).

Holland March: he would buy you shit you don't need, but he uses his freezing vodka bottles for your headaches and his head as a warm pad. "Is it working?" He asks unaware the weight of his head on your pelvis is hurting you. "No" he doesn't move anyway. "Do you want drugs? I can get you some green!" He is desperate, his dead wife wasn't that hard with her periods. (He still would need to adapt when Holly comes back and makes his life miserable because she can and she is still in the bloom of her teens).

Sierra Six: locks you up in a bed, new sheets, special warm pad, he is prepared to kill anybody getting near the door or who dares to make loud noises. (After that... He doesn't know what to do).

Colt: he would take snacks and watch TV all day with you, he would rot with you in bed (lazy time).

Ryland Grace: measurements, he would play doctor, nurse and God with your period (and he is losing). He would be using his body as a blanket for you (is summer). He would be giving you pills for pain (he is the one of the shirt list of these family with a useful act of kindness). He would stay with you, all the time, watching you like a hawke (because he is terrified his experiments with pills might go wrong).

Lars: best food you could ever imagine. He would make the best meals. All your cravings by scratch. He would even make homemade bread just for a simple toast with butter. He would turn Amish if he had to learn how to make better butter. He would be with you, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how sexy and breedable because you are bleeding and how when you get out of your period you will be ready in a few weeks to be fertilized again and he promises not to fail you again with another red month... And gives you a thousand snuggles and kisses till you fall asleep in his chubby chest.

Henry: "do you need something?" That's all you are going to hear every hour off him. He doesn't want to manhandle you because #he is a woke feminist, but he can't have his opinions over a womb he doesn't have (he wishes he does, just like everyone). He actually Google's about cramps and menstrual cycles.

Ken: "Hey, what size is your vagina? I didn't know pads are like shoes!" He shouts in the market, Holland was there because he was the one driving and now he is painfully wheezing and sobbing in the aisle while he tweets Ken's words. Ken has a trillion questions about periods. "Woah, so women are like chickens? You have eggs?" He is so amazed, he likes you are like a giant chicken. "Yeah, and they turn into cows when they birth babies" said Holland not containing himself. "CAN I DRINK?" ken had a disappointing discussion about how you need to be pregnant first.

Driver: he is the alpha of the family, or that's what he likes to tell himself. He buys supplies, snacks, and kills everyone who tries to bother you (and the only one with a cycle calendar recollection of your menstruation, because he wants to calculate your humour peaks, and obviously: ovulation days).

Dan Dunne: (emotionally and physically unavailable, and driver hates him for it, but it makes it easier because he doesn't have to compete with him).

Luke Glanton: he stole three women's boutiques just for luxurious PJ's because you stained your favourite ones in your sleep and you cried. He would be a provider, no matter what. (He is Driver and Six #1 competition and enemy).

Me rn but god! I Iove responding to your questions HHAHAHA:

[venusjr-12doctor]

Scream!Lars Lindstrom x reader:

Thank you so much for the request from @kbirdieee2540, i cant rememeber which post you asked for this but it was inspired by the amazing deputey riley/Lars fic our amazing @ken-dom wrote about, go and check it out in here!! Y'all have been asking me for amazing stuff, you are feeding my depravation and i love you for it!!!

Content: Established relationship (not a big fan, but thats part of the ingredients to cook this), Scream rolepley, Lars got too much into the character, Dark Lars.

TW: A little OOC from Lars, Hunt/prey kink, Roleplay, knife play, bondage, a little tint sadism, masochism, nipple play, dirty play, a little of rough talking (on both sides), mirror play,

A/n:

Remember that english is not my first lenguage, so im sorry...

Enjoy!!!

Lars' favourite sport, after eating you out and bowling, is watching movies.

Ever since Blockbuster settled in town, he has been the number one customer, he is closer to becoming employee of the month than the actual employees.

This time, he decided to choose 'Scream', he adores horror movies.

He loved Deputy Riley, obviously, they are too alike.

But you had another idea in mind…

“Lars…”, you said when the credits started rolling, you brushed his soft wool sweater, he looked chunkier in it.

You want to bite him, like dogs do to rubber balls sometimes.

He hums at you, still lost in the movie experience and the screen.

“Can I ask you for something?” You asked with the biggest puppy eyes you could ever manage to make.

...

Somehow, you convinced Lars sweet cheeks peace teddy bear Lindstrom, to put on a Scream mask and pretend he is going to kill you.

It took you weeks for the mask and the costume to arrive; he was awkward about it. But you managed to keep the agenda going, because, fuck… you refused to fuck if it means for the sex to be feral.

Lars tries to please you, not just agreeing on the idea and being open minded about it, but asking him to keep himself steady for weeks was the hardest thing so far. He absolutely adores you, he would do atrocities just for you to stay. But how can he not masturbate when he sees your smile? How can he keep his hands away from you, when they had made a long journey for him to start enjoying intimacy and the fear of losing his virginity. How could he control the impulse of humping your at the bounce of your curves?

He knows you are the final girl, he knows damn well he will put a ring on your finger and shove you into a church as soon as he can save all the money for the party and the ring.

It would have been easier pretending to be a cop, but a masked serial killer was TOUGH! Mentally speaking.

Lars was finally in mask and costume, using his own snow boots, he doesn't have other ones (and he doesn't want more).

“Uhm, do we really have to recreate the whole scene?” He asked; he didn't memorize the lines (he knows them, they are too iconic, but still).

You were using the whitest, shortest, most breakable dress you could find, you were searching for the perfect outfit for tonight while you waited for the costume, and God, it was fitting everything so perfect, because just by looking at him was making you hot, like a wave of warm breeze after getting inside a resturand in the coldest day of winter.

“Oh, come on! Just hide and ask me which are my favourite horror movies,” you said, giggling, pushing him towards well… anywhere he would like to hide away.

You two didn't have a voice changing machine, Lars tried to change his voice several times when you rehearsed, before the costume arrived. And you both decided that would be the end of the game, because it's hysterical.

You decided to make it in your house, because Lars' tiny apartment wouldn't do, not enough space to play and hide.

But the house is old, and you had a phone on your wall, you had learned to appreciate over time.

When the phone rang, a playful smile appeared on your lips.

“Hello? Who is this?” You asked, you take the role a little seriously now.

“What's your favourite horror movie?” he asked, there was something special about being watched, somewhere in the shadows of your home, there he was, waiting.

Before strting you two turned the lights off and only turn warm light lamps and just two places have a full light on: the kitchen and the staircase.

You hummed, pretending to think, you know the answer.

“Alien,” you said with a smug face; you know Lars hates it.

Lars doesn't like Alien.

“What a boring pick,” he said, with a raspy irritation in his voice.

You scoff, pretending to accommodate something in your kitchen (it's already clean, Lars is very strict on sanity, even in your own home).

“What's your favourite horror movie, then?” You asked, biting your lip, as you raided your ass while your elbows rested in the kitchen aisle.

“The Shining,” you rolled your eyes.

“Pretentious,” you mock.

“I beg your pardon?” He is taking the rage bait so well.

“Yeah, even the book author didn't like it, people who liked the movie didn't understand the meaning in the first place, if there is one.”

“So, you are calling me dumb?”

“What makes you so special, to believe the movie is superior to the work of the person who created the story? Are you saying that you are smarter than the author? Or are you trying to compensate something by liking something nobody understood?" You asked, you can feel his rage whenever he is hiding, you haven't ever told your truth to him because you love him, and you know Lars doesn't take criticism so well.

Now, how would he react?

One time you said you didn't liked a sweater (it was a crime against humanity, please understand), and he threw it at the trash, no second glances; he sobbed, but you bought him the prettiest sweater on town, it was a magestic wool forest green one, expensive as fuck, but worth it.

“You don't like Stephen King's books, you hypocrite,” he was moving, lurking in the shadows of her home, watching her indecent form in the kitchen.

“How do you know that?” Iconic scene, iconic lines.

“I know everything about you, I know you liked 'Alien' because the girl and the cat survived; but above all, the rainbow of options, you decide to ignore the good ones just because a cat survived, isnt that a little pretentious? I know you cheat, closing your eyes on jumpscares. I know you don't use underwear, and expose yourself with every open window you own because you are an easy slut who likes others to watch you. But guess what?”

“What?” You asked, feeling his vibrating rage building in the shadows.

“I'm watching you right now, can you guess where I am?” He is getting so close.

“Absolutely not, it's very dark,” you said, there is a cold instinct screaming inside you.

“And you live alone.”

“I have a boyfriend who would beat the shit out of you.” Oh, you are so ready to run.

“Your boyfriend is not invited tonight!” He shouts jumping, swinging the plastic knife over you.

You obviously screamed, he really was in the paper, holy fuck!

He throws the phone at the sink, getting closer and closer as you escape, his body was somehow getting bigger and bigger; like he is playing a ball catching game. Every movement he sees is to attack you; he is menacing and is truly scaring you.

He is so fucking big!

You know he is strong as a bull because he likes shopping for wood as his emotional support hobby.

But dear God!

All you had to do was insult his favourite horror movie.

“Come here kitty… lets play,” he says softly behind the mask.

You ran the first floor for him to follow you rapidly, you throw him books that doesn’t buy you time. He is trying so hard to pull you from your mini skirt, or from your hair, he has been really close a few times, your heart is pounding a hundred times by second; your legs are starting to burn and the slick between your legs are lubbing your engines. You thought he was going to force it, be awkward and sloppy, and you two would end up having the great sex you usually have, but a soft humping in the couch with the mask on: BUT NOT LIKE THIS.

He was growling behind his mask, you cannot imagine how much he is struggling with his heavy breathing.

“Shit!” You shout when you get to the stairs, you had to take two stairs at a time to shift your escape, until he finally pulled you from the back of your skirt, making you fall to the ground, hurting your legs with the last of the staircase.

This would leave bad bruises.

He kneels, gripping your chin with his gloved hand and forcing you to look at him.

“Fuck!” You complained as you tried to step out but with both of his legs guarding your trapped waist.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy like a flashlight, and then I will gut you like a fish…” His voice was dark but soft, like he always is, but you knew him enough; he is going to take out his rage with you, like truly.

The mask has changed him.

And not gonna lie, you love it.

He takes you over his shoulder and dropped you on the floor of your walking closet, because no, you don't deserve to be fucked in a bed.

He took one of the ties he leaves here in your house in any case, he stays on nights and has to drive to work next morning. He goes ties you up tightly on your wrists at the back of your body, he heard your complaints just to be completely ignored.

No, you deserve to suffer tonight.

“You lied,” he groans while he pans you back to face him and rip the dress that felt like a paper tissue, your tits bouncing by your heavy breathing and the brute force he was managing with you. “You were rude, you deserve to be punished, my love…”

Something in that picture of his heavy chubby belly and his fat bulge, heavy over your naked and exposed legs, while his hands squeeze brusquely on the back of your thighs, just changed your brain chemistry.

You cried, not caring how wet and pathetic you might look at the moment, you were dripping, even the closet rug was getting hit of your desperation, tears from your pussy.

He opened your legs wider and his thumb slithered to your swollen clit, circling it slowly, the sensation of the leather glove smeared by your juices made you jump, that was something!

Your tears accumulated but forced yourself it wasn't time to shed them yet, while you gave him a scared gaze right up for him, the masked man who trapped you.

“You look so pretty, so desperate—so wrong,” he stops, making actual tears roll from your eyes, why did he stopped? “Do you want to be a good girl? Only good girls deserve release…” he said, panning you again towards the floor, the only answer was an honest whining.

He yanks the back of your hair, lifting you up.

“Answer me…”, he says softly, his aggressive softness is melting every brain cell you have.

“I- I do, I do, pl-please!” A drop of saliva just falls from your shaking lips.

You didn't realize you two were facing your massive mirror, you could see everything, how his body were absorbing yours into his dark form, how ashamed you felt to be fully naked.

“How much do you love your boyfriend? You sound like you don't love him much,” he asked, pulling your nipples, making you violently squirm nowhere because his body is as steady as a rock.

“I do, why do you assume that?” You asked, trying to escape the overwhelming pain and pleasure he crushes his fingertips on your sore nipples.

“You don't like his movie tastes, and also he is not here with you tonight.” You try to defend yourself, but he slaps one of your naked tits, OK, you are about to come so hard. “Would you still love him if I fuck your brains out better than him in exchange of your life?” You nod, in a rush, it makes you question your sanity.

You scoffed, let's make this interesting.

Your rage bait is far to end.

“Only losers with small dicks say that shit, let's bet,” he grabbed the plastic knife and points it on your throat.

“What are you willing to lose?” His big left hand was squeezing the shit out of your tit.

“Kill me if I come…” you said, not distracting yourself from the picture of the knife on your neck, being forced to your skin.

“And if you don't, I will fuck you till you do, I will fuck every whole you have until you pass out-,” he said, choking you while he shoved anything in his way to enter your desperate insides.

Your gasps matched with his behind your ear.

He thrusted you hurriedly, like if the one in danger was his, but at his pace, he had one hand circling on your nerves, while the other holds you on a choke, your back glued to his chest. Lars was huffing so hard he could stick his tongue out and start breathing as a dog, and you know something? It wouldn't be shameful. He is somebody else under the mask, he can forget about softness and shame.

He is just pouring the force and the come he has been keeping for weeks because of you!

You and your dangerous ideas!

When the juices of your release stained the floor and the mirror, he forgot the hard grip he had on your airflow as he downloaded all his sperm inside you, his mind came blank, something changed that night for him.

But...

“Oh my God! Are you OK?” He asked, taking the mask off, you were red and your eyes were crystal clear, you smiled, drunk in bliss, still your hands were tight to your back.

You nodded high in love as you crawl close to him to kiss him, the first kiss of the night.

“I would have to make an Oscar award for you, Lars, wow!” You two laughed like the madly in love idiots inside a closet you were.

"You know? What about if you are the one with the mask next time?" he asked, your eyebrows raised with a satisfied smirk, because fuck, your man is a genius!

"Deal!" you said kissing each other to oblivion.

...

Lars is the king of aftercare.

He bathed you, almost not letting you lift a finger.

You did make aftercare with him, are you serious? He was intense!

Lars ate your pussy out before sleeping, the next morning he didn't find any ties.

Both of you can't remember where you left the poor tie you used last night.

Lars starts to buy more ties, most of them he would never wear them correctly.

REMEMBER IM STILL OPEN TO REQUESTS AND HEAR YOUR WEREWOLVES OVULATION THOUGHTS!

STAY FREAKY POOKIES!!!!!

I made my mom watch the 'The sheep detectives' today, and she just looked at me weird while I cried like a bitch in the watch:

[larsandthewritergirl]

Driver NSFW alphabet 🔨

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Driver is young, so he can spring back up after sex but he prefers not to. He wants to lick you clean, hold you close, make sure you're happy, press kisses to every inch of you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, he knows how to use them, why to do with them. He likes watching you fall apart of them as he brings you to orgasm. You sit in his lap, kissing over his face just like you know works him up after bickering. His gloves are still on, he pushes his hands down your panties, holding in a moan at the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers before he works you to tears with just his fingers.

On you though, he can't pick. It's too hard.

An easy out is your lips. He loves your smile, or the feeling of them against his own, the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.

Or he could say your pussy, because when you're wrapped right around him he feels so safe and so good and so loved, like he'll never have to worry about a thing again.

But he wants to say your heart, your arms for holding him, everything. All of you for creating such a safe space for him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Driver loves to cum on your face.

His favorite is right on your mouth, after you've given him head when you have spit and precum running down your chin and he gets to kiss and lick it up and rub it against your pouty mouth

He also loves seeing your cum on him. Almost embarrassed when he sees a cum stain on his gloves, but he feels proud over it. He likes having you on his face, licking you, then having your cum and wetness all over his nose, cheeks, mouth, and chin.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Driver is really into period sex. Like... an odd amount. He likes the blood, likes the warm feeling, likes how wet you are. It's a way of feeling and tasting your delicious blood without hurting you, because he would never.

He'll finger you, fuck you, go down on you, anything while you're all your period. He loves it

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Driver isn't exactly inexperienced. He's definitely had sex before, plenty of times. He knows what he's doing, and he knows he's good at what he's doing. He's just not the hook up kind of guy, he wants to have a connection, to feel something, to be romantic. He wants passion.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Any position his lips can reach yours. He doesn't want to fuck you of he can't kiss you. Even a kiss on the cheek satisfies him, your soft, plump lips against him sends him over the edge like nobody's business.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's definitely serious. He's a passionate guy when it comes to love making, he's giving you his all anytime he can and he's very serious about getting you to cum

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Just like the hair on his head he regularly goes in for haircuts, meaning he likes to keep a neat trim downstairs. Nothing bald, he's not insane. But he does like a neat looking presentation for you, and it makes him feel more put together. Maybe even a little sexier.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Driver can be a pretty romantic guy if he tries

His nose buried into your cheek, fucking you slow and steady as you both have tears in your eyes, clutching hands at he pushes your hair back, telling you how much he cares for you and that he would never let a thing happen to you

But he can also put you in the wildest position, you having the sloppiest nastiest but earth shattering sex

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Driver has had issues before. Typically he can control himself when he was alone, he wouldn't get worked up or super horny but when he did he would touch himself for what felt like hours and still... nothing.

Maybe because he never felt rested enough, he never felt safe enough, never settled enough.

Until you came along, you showed him what it meant to feel good, how to feel good. He doesn't harbor any shame or any stress. He lets his mind relax for once, and now he can fuck his fist and cum over his hand as much as he wants. Especially when he's next to you, watching you touch yourself as well.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Driver loves to be choked, he didn't discover it until one particularly long night where you were going for so long that he was literally panting and gasping for air as he sweat dripped onto you

The dizzy feeling of him losing air made the orgasm much much better, and next time you touched him he caught himself pulling your hand from his cock, up his belly, from his chest, up to grip around his throat

Obviously a kissing kink, even a smooch on the cheek will get his heart rate picking up

And once you're well established in your relationship he discovers he had a breeding kink. Not that he's necessarily ready for kids, or even wants them, but he likes cumming in you and forcing you to keep it in, watching you squirm and complaining as it leaks out of your panties. He likes knowing he could get you pregnant, changing your body and getting you swollen with his baby.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He loves taking you down to the creek and fucking you down there. At first, you were weary because of the frogs leaping from the water and the mud, but it quickly turned serious as he was deep since of you, his breath against your ear.

Also obviously, the car.

He likes to see the windows steam up, push you against the seats, his gloves still on while he rubs your clit as you get closer to your high. It's basically the only time he isn't worried about his leather getting ruined.

He also likes the little bubble you've created, knowing no one will come bother you

When he's in the shop working he'll also fuck you against whatever car he is working on

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He's big on praise

He wants your approval

To know he's doing good for you

You've created a safe haven for him, and all he wants is to know that he is doing good for you and paying you back in some sort as he thrusts in you

As much as he will growl in annoyance "good boy" while his head or hips are between your legs gets him off, calling him a pretty boy, or just telling him how sweet he is to you and how no other man could be this good to you

He wants to be your number one protector, to hold you close to him at all times

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Really anything that hurts you

He's so tender, so gentle with you sometimes you can hardly feel his touch

He treats you like a porcelain doll at times because he's so worried of being too rough with you, of scaring you

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Driver loves road head

10 and 2, well.... maybe 10 and 6! Because he's got one hand in the back of your hair as you bob your head on him

He loves petting your hair back, feeling your mouth on him as he drives

Especially in the highway, knowing there's a risk, but he's a good enough driver not to get caught or hurt

But if Driver is anything Driver is a yearner and that translates to a munch

He likes to lick you through your panties

He thinks it's cute

To see your thighs trembling just from him licking you over your little panties

Them practically sopping wet when he finally pulls them off

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It could really go either way

Sometimes you frustrate him and he just wants to fuck you so hard that the headboard actually just slams through the wall

Other times he wants to really make love to you

Literally take the time to kiss every single inch of your body before fucking you nice and slow

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes a quicky

He likes shoving you into his car or a bathroom and fucking you quickly, smearing your lipstick and seeing your mascara run down your cheeks

Then walking back hand in hand at the function you drug him to, his cock still switching like it's inside of you

But he prefers to take his time with you of course

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves to experiment with you

Shockingly, he was a vanilla guy before you

He just liked to get off and that was it

Now he wants you anytime anywhere and he likes seeing different ways to fuck you or figuring out how he likes you to touch him

He loves the thrill of maybe getting caught

Tehehehe

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He can last a while

He can actually last far longer than you can

He could go hours and hours if he wanted to, it's you who stops him

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Driver never bought toys or experimented with them before you

He didn't see the use for them when he has all the parts

That was until you held a vibrator at the base of his dick

And he came so much he thought he was going to pass out

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Driver likes to tease you

He's picking you up? Well he's sliding his hand up your skirt and pulling your panties down with just one glove covered hand, sliding them into his pocket or his glove box

Or he'll rub your pussy for a little, watching you squirm, waiting to hear you let out a couple moans before pulling back, his hands 10 and 2 on the wheel

Or he'll pull you in, seeing you in a thin shirt, braless

He's sucking your nipples through your shirt as you squirm, feeling your hand push into the back of his hair before he pulls away, smirking and trying not to laugh at the wet spots he left before walking away

He can hardly handle any teasing though

Your hand grazing over his cock, he's instantly had enough and he's pulling it out to make you sit on it

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Driver is pretty quiet, he'd rather sit back and listen to the pretty noises you make, that's what he tells you, anyway.

He lets out little grunts, groans before he cums, puffs of pleasured sighs, but when you're riding him, on top of him he gets pussy drunk quickly.

Something about the way you move your hips, the feeling of you on him, the sight of your hands dragging up and down your body, sliding your hands up his chest until you get to his throat...

Driver just can't shut the fuck up when you're riding him

No matter how hard he tries he babbles like never before

Like a kid who won't shut up

Telling you how good you are, how good you feel, repeating a mantra of your name, and the pet name he calls you, he can't stop, and he feels so helpless but in the best way.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Driver gets so jealous

Very easily too

He even sees a man eyeing you up, or sees a man thinking about it and he's pulling you back to his car to fuck you

He can't handle knowing he could possibly have competition, or that his girl would even be seen as an option for other people

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Driver is hung to say the least

He has a slight curve that perfectly hits your g spot, tickling it perfect to make you cum

He hardly had to tilt his hips at all to hit your special spot, he can just slide in and hit it, and it sends your eyes rolling back every single time

He's big, and he's not fully able to bottom out, but close. Maybe around 8 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

We alllll know Driver is a yearner

The longing looks

All it takes is his eyes growing heavy or the puppy dog eyes for you to drop your panties

And he knows that too

He knows anytime he wants it that he'll get it

And almost every single night he wants to be buried deep inside of you

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually he's good at it, he likes to take care of you, clean you up, hold you, but if you start scratching his back how he likes he'll be down for the count

When you cradle his head against your chest, scratching your nails against his scalp

Well he's snoring within minutes

Hey ignore my typos I will fix them later you know what I'm trying to sayyy

Using/ writing my ideas/ headcanons/ intellectual property without proper credit will warrant an immediate block :( plagiarism is a big deal!

[cosmicyeehaw]

HEY SO IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS EVIE

[larsandthewritergirl]

TEGEGEGEGHE THANK YOUUUUUU ILY 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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More Vampire!Driver x Reader

I see you guys, and I am LISTENING. Have some more vampire!Driver HCs until I eventually get around to the one-shot of it. nsfw under the cut taglist: @existential-interstellar-crisis and because I see yall and I mainly wrote these for yall to consume: @thiccbeef & @prudejudee cw: afab!reader, blood kink, vampire things, hard!dom!driver, service!top!driver, obsessive!possessive!driver, a smidge of kinda selfish!driver for one of them if you squint, honestly even the SFW is kinda freaky ..., period munching pt.1 here

You consume his mind so much, like you and your blood is like a drug to him. Even working as a getaway driver, he just wants it to be over already so he can go home to you and your pretty little neck.

He absolutely hates when you are sick, because it means he can't feed off you. There is nothing he hates more than having to get his hands on a blood bag.

He tried once or twice when you were sick to just feed off of somebody else, but honestly - he hated it so much he outright refuses to drink blood from anybody unless it's you. When you are sick, he is suffering through the horrors of a blood bag.

He did consider heavily getting you to get your blood drawn so if he has to suffer a blood bag, at least it was still your blood. But, he went against it since he rather the bag not taint your precious blood.

If you guys ever argue, he will be pathetic and blame himself regardless of what happens. He will punish himself with blood bags until you forgive him.

Have I mentioned he really fucking hates blood bags?

If you get a wound, he is immediately on that. He is going to be licking the shit out of your scrapped knee, or sticking your finger with a papercut in his mouth. He is so needy and loves to savor you whenever he gets a chance.

An absolute munch when you are on your period. He is ALL inside that. Very careful eater, not wanting to waste a drop of your blood. He just wants to consume you so badly, but he isn't going to get his meal all over his face.

Sex with him is a bloody mess, always. If you thought he was obsessed with your blood normally, it gets 10x worse during sex. He claims it tastes better, something about the heat of the moment.

The morning after, you can count on the fact you will have bite marks all over your neck, shoulders, and thighs. Probably even some scrapes from his fangs down your stomach. He went ahead and left some pain killers on the bedside table.

The first step of aftercare is to rinse you off and bandage all your wounds. Last thing he wants is for your wounds to get infected and you get sick and now he can't feed.

He is typically a quiet man, but when you guys are screwing? "Mine ... all mine ... Every piece of you is mine."

The upside is besides all of the bloody mess (and the need for white sheets you can bleach the blood out of), he is all about making you feel good. He is already getting what he wants from his fangs and cock buried inside you, he is going to make sure you are feeling good and giving you everything you want.

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Imma need some headcanons of reader on her period with the vampire guys! You can do both sfw and nsfw headcanons if you want.

you are so real for that ... nsfw under the cut :p

Colt

Has the best control out of all the boys. Definitely the one who is able to be in close proximity with you the entire time, soothing you.

Waiting on you hand and foot, honestly. If there is something you want, and he can do it, he's doing it.

Expect lots of cooking, and lots of massages.

He does feel a little bad that this entire time he is just kinda ... feeding off of your exhuastion. But - he is.

Honestly, he's okay feeding off the side effects of your period, because when he feeds, it is removing some of it from you. That's like, a big thing for psychic vampires, is that the more of a feeling or emotion they eat, the less you have of it.

Periods with him get a little easier, because you are just ... not as exhausted or drained anymore. Yes, it is still there, but it's significantly less now.

Ryland

Blood bags are his safe haven right now. The scent of your blood, the fact that it's so close yet so far? He is drinking down blood bags more than usual.

Still doting on you, tending to you. Lots of home-cooking even if he sucks at it and you guys end up getting take-out anyways, lots of hugs and kisses and cuddles. A little bit of suffering for his instincts is okay if it makes you happier during this shitty thing.

Def tracks you period in a calendar. He is somebody who likes to be prepared for everything. Writes down in a physical calendar when it starts, when it ends, everything. Last thing he wants is to be unprepared and pounce on you when he smells your blood.

Yes, he can smell it before it starts. He will NEVER tell you that. If it comes early? He is telling you the day before that he restocked the pads and tampons. If you ask or make a joke about him being the oracle of your period when it's early, he is pointing to the tracking calendar and calling it a lucky guess.

Driver

Well, he is a little bummed, honestly. He doesn't like to feed off you when you are on your period, so he is stuck to the blood bags.

Taking you out on drives around town so you can get some fresh air without the entire walking thing. Gripping the HELL out of the steering wheel and gear shift because the wind keeps bringing the scent of your blood to his nose and he WANTS to gobble you up.

Honestly, more hesitant to cuddle you. His control is only so much, and you and your blood is his absolute weakness. Ultimately, he is giving in, but he is biting his hand up to remind himself to not feed off you.

Not embarrassed to tell you that he can smell it when it's about to start and when it starts. He will just approach you and tell you like it's the weather, but hey ... no surprise blood stains on your clothes at least.

Colt

He's already a huge munch, but now he gets to eat you out WHILE feeding?

Messy eater, it's getting on his hands, your thighs, his face. He is in bliss right now, even if he is wasting half of the meal.

He's the one who asked you if he could. He loves everything about you so badly, and wants you even like this.

Honestly, struggles with the aftercare but still gets it done. He just fed off your blood, and your emotions. He is fighting the food coma of being so full, but he still is carrying you to the shower and changing the sheets. It did not cross his mind to lay down a towel, he was too excited.

Honestly, he is sticking to eating you out the most.

Ryland

He asked you, after reading that orgasms can help with period pain. No, it's definitely not because he wants your blood so bad that he was doing research on it.

King of being prepared. Not just one but two towels, folded over once and layered. He is soo ready for the mess you are about to make.

Not a messy eater !! Sure, it's getting on his chin and his fingers, but he is licking his fingers clean and trying to salvage with his hand what he can from his face. He doesn't want to waste a drop of you.

As much as he loves tasting you on his tongue, he loves the way your blood looks on his cock. Period sex with him is a lot of him staring at the way your blood stains his dick, watching it go in and out.

Gentler than usual. He gets so easily sex drunk with you, but he is fighting the demons to not get too rough on you. If you ask for him to be rougher, he is obeying and becoming a pistol.

King of aftercare too. He is already running the shower, and you both are going inside. Maybe another round or two in the shower, he can't get enough of you sometimes. Plus, the towels got most of the mess, not in a rush to change the bedsheets since they are most likely (hopefully) okay.

Driver

He's going down on you ALOT. The cleanest eater of them all. He somehow is coming up with blood only on his lips. He doesn't want to waste a drop.

Yeah, sorry, period sex with him is a mess in general. You are fully getting a taste of yourself because he is kissing you with a blood-covered mouth.

Pussy drunk motherfucker, he is going crazy buried deep inside you. The way the heat is better than usual, he fact your blood is all over him?

Biting you a LOT, even if he isn't feeding off of you besides eating you out. You are going to be covered in his bite marks.

Demonic levels of greed, buddy did NOT prepare for this at all. The bedsheets are white for a reason, so they can get bleached clean because god he is impatient.

Definitely showering you himself. All you have to do is stand there, he is washing you from head to toe, drying you off, and dressing you.

Yes, he is even taking care of your period products. Buddy is inserting the tampon or diva cup in and licking the mess off his fingers. Buddy is putting the pad on your underwear, and being sad you didn't want the tampon or cup so he could lick his fingers clean and get another taste of you. You don't need to do any work, he is here to take care of your needs.

More NSFW vamp!driver HCs here :p

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☄︎₊˚⊹☆ success | r. grace

s. Ryland has been hesitant to touch after that night. Unfortunately for him, you miss your husband. wc. 2.9k w. explicit content, domestic bliss, established relationship n. i have a sequel halfway done for this mini series, someone bully me into finishing it please

read on ao3 | m. list | part one

“All right, I’m all done.” Ryland announces, handing you a cup of your favorite tea before pulling the blankets over himself. “I’m officially all yours.”

It’s a rainy, cloudy Saturday and Ryland’s finally done grading papers, which means he can finally join you. You’ve been in bed pretty much all day. After your usual weekend chores, you climbed under the blankets and stayed there, reading more of the book you’ve been obsessed with lately, knitting the scarf you’ve been working on for weeks now, and half-watching your comfort show while he sat at his desk grading papers.

You smile softly at him, gladly taking the tea. “I’m officially jealous of middle schoolers.”

Ryland laughs under his breath and leans over to kiss your cheek. “Don’t be. They’re not worth it.”

You laugh too and turn your attention back to the TV. You can still feel his eyes on you, though.

“What?” you ask, glancing back at him.

Ryland just shakes his head, smiling to himself.

“Nothing.” He grabs the book from his nightstand and cracks it open.

You haven’t had sex ever since that night. Not because things are bad between you. If anything, you and Ryland have been even softer with each other lately. More honest. You’ve always had a healthy relationship, always communicated your needs without little games or guessing. Ryland has always been straightforward with you and you with him, with the exception of that night.

But he won’t touch you.

Ryland has always been the kind of person who needs physical contact, and that hasn’t changed. He kisses you constantly, wraps himself around you whenever you’re on the couch together, reaches for your hand without even thinking about it, like he needs to be touching you somehow. But every time things start drifting toward something more, Ryland pulls back before it can happen.

You first noticed it the day after that night, while making dinner together. You’d been making out lazily in the kitchen, smiling against his mouth when you climbed onto the counter to pull him closer. His hands had settled on your thighs automatically and for a second everything felt normal again.

Then he hesitated.

Ryland pulled away slowly and mumbled something about checking the pasta even though the water hadn’t even started boiling yet.

You sigh softly now, setting your tea on the nightstand before scooting closer to him. Ryland immediately lifts an arm to let you curl against his side, pulling you in without taking his eyes off the book. You wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head against his shoulder.

Your hand slips under his shirt casually, resting against the warm skin of his stomach. When he doesn’t react, you start rubbing absentminded little circles against his skin, hooking your leg over his thigh and inching even closer.

That finally gets his attention. Ryland glances down at you and you pout playfully.

“You don’t like me anymore?” You ask in a fake sad voice.

He knows exactly what you’re doing. Joking about something serious because you’re nervous to actually say it out loud. You’ve always done that. Tease around the truth until you’re brave enough to touch it directly.

“What?” He asks, laughing softly.

“My own husband won’t touch me.” You complain dramatically, pouting harder.

Ryland’s smile fades almost immediately. He sets the book aside and gives you his full attention.

“I miss you.” You admit quietly this time, your voice finally turning serious.

Ryland’s face softens with guilt so quickly it makes your chest ache. “I… I wasn’t sure…”

“I know.” You rub your thumb gently against his stomach under the fabric of his shirt. “But it’s okay. Just because we tried one thing and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean we have to stop having sex.”

Ryland looks down at his lap for a second, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand in that nervous little way he does whenever he feels guilty about something.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I just keep thinking about you crying.”

Your expression softens immediately.

“Ry…”

“I know we talked about it already.” He lets out a breathy little laugh, embarrassed with himself. “I know you said we’re okay, but every time things start heading in that direction, my brain just goes ‘congratulations, man, you traumatized your wife’.”

You snort before you can stop yourself. Ryland groans dramatically. “See? You’re laughing because it sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”

“It does sound ridiculous.” You tilt your head to look up at him properly. “You didn’t traumatize me.”

“I made you cry during sex.”

You move to climb on his lap, legs straddling his hips. His hands automatically find your thighs, but he still has a concerned look on his face.

“You didn’t make me cry, Ry.” You cup his face with your hands. “I should’ve told you…”

Ryland’s face twists a little at that, guilt still sitting heavy in his expression even as he leans into your touch automatically.

“I know, but still.” His thumbs rub absentminded circles against your thighs. “I just keep replaying it in my head and thinking about how I completely missed that you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“You didn’t miss it.”

“I did.”

“Ryland, I lied to you.” You brush your thumbs on his cheeks. “I said I was okay and I wasn’t. If there’s someone at fault here it’s me.”

He squeezes your thighs immediately, giving you a stern look.

“Don’t say that,” he says firmly. “Don’t ever say that.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Ryland shakes his head before you can.

“No. Absolutely not.” His hands slide up your legs a little. “You were trying to make me happy and I should’ve realized something was wrong way sooner.”

“See how this isn’t going anywhere?” You give him a soft smile before leaning down to brush your lips against his neck.

Ryland gasps quietly, hands immediately settling on your hips.

“Let’s just move on to the part where we’re over it and have hot and messy sex like before.” You murmur against his skin. You drag your hips slowly against his and his breath catches again, fingers tightening instinctively over your waist.

“Sweetheart,” he says weakly, already sounding a little overwhelmed.

You kiss his neck again, softer this time, feeling the way he tilts his head automatically to give you more room. Your hips move on his lap and you can feel him growing between your legs.

“I miss you too.” He admits, slipping his hands under your shirt and getting lost in your mouth and in the way you’re rubbing yourself on him. You smile on his skin and move to whisper in his ear.

“Then fuck your wife, Ryland.”

He groans loudly and pushes you away from his neck just to kiss you hungrily instead. Your teeth clash together a little from how fast he moves and you laugh softly into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair when he pulls you closer against him.

“Finally.” You sigh between kisses.

Ryland answers by kissing you harder, one hand sliding up your spine while the other grips your hip like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. Days of hesitation seem to snap all at once, all that nervous restraint melting away the second he realizes you really mean it.

He tightens his grip on your hips, slowly guiding your movements against him while he kisses you deeper. He’s already hard beneath you, the pressure of it making heat curl low in your stomach when you grind against him again. A soft whimper slips into his mouth and Ryland groans quietly in response, moving to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, open-mouthed and messy.

His hands trail upward, slipping under your shirt again before he pulls back just enough to tug it over your head. Ryland barely even looks at it when he tosses it somewhere onto the floor, immediately cupping your breasts in both hands like he’s been thinking about touching you for days.

His thumbs brush over your nipples before pinching lightly and you hiss softly through your teeth, gasping a second later when he wraps his mouth around one of them while teasing the other with his fingers.

You moan loudly, breathing hard as he moves to the other nipple.

“Ryland…” You whimper.

Ryland suddenly flips you onto your back, the mattress dipping beneath you as he hovers over your body. He doesn’t waste a second before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down with a kind of desperation that makes your stomach flutter.

It reminds you of when you first got married, back when neither of you could keep your hands off each other for more than five minutes. Ryland would come home after a stressful day at work and barely even say hello before dropping to his knees between your legs, already pulling your pants down like seeing you was the only thing he’d thought about all day.

He doesn’t settle between your legs, though. Instead, he hovers over you again, leaning on one elbow beside your head while his other hand drifts slowly between your thighs. He watches you through heavy lashes as his fingers glide through your folds and you gasp softly, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, licking his lips like he’s trying not to lose his mind over it.

Ryland still takes his time, even though you can tell he wants to devour you right now. He watches every little reaction carefully, like he’s trying to memorize them all. The way your thighs twitch when he touches you just right, the way your breathing catches, the way your face softens with pleasure beneath him. There’s something almost reverent in the way he touches you now, like he’s making up for lost time.

His fingers circle your clit lazily and you immediately open your legs wider for him, skin burning beneath his touch. You love the look on his face whenever he slips his fingers inside you, the way his mouth parts slightly every time your body reacts to him.

“Fuck, Ry–” You breathe out, hips shifting against his hand. “Don’t tease.”

Ryland smiles a little at that, curling his fingers slowly inside you until he finds that spot that makes your breath hitch.

“What’s the magic word?” He asks, voice rough and amused.

“Please.” You whisper immediately.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

He leans down to murmur the words against your ear while his free arm slips beneath your shoulders, pulling you closer against him.

“Please…” Your voice breaks into a shaky breath when he strokes that spot again.

Ryland pulls back just enough to look at your face, concern softening his expression immediately.

“Honey?”

You fist the fabric of his shirt and pull him into a messy kiss.

“Please make me come.” You whisper against his mouth.

He curls his fingers inside you again and the movement sends a sharp wave of pleasure through your body so suddenly that your breath catches completely.

Your thighs tense around his hand as you break apart beneath him, a shaky cry leaving your lips while Ryland talks you through it softly, still kissing you between breathless praises.

“There you go.” He says against your mouth, sounding just as overwhelmed as you feel. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

Your fingers tighten desperately in his shirt while the orgasm rolls through you, your body twitching every time he keeps rubbing slow circles against your clit to drag you through it.

“Ry–“ you gasp weakly, half laughing when it becomes too much.

Only then does he finally slow down, kissing the corner of your mouth while you try to catch your breath beneath him. Ryland looks almost dazed when he pulls back enough to look at you properly, his cheeks flushed.

He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek gently in a way that makes your chest ache with affection. He looks relieved more than anything now that you’ve come apart beneath him, like seeing you enjoy yourself finally quieted something anxious inside his head.

The fact that you’re naked while he’s still fully clothed starts bothering you a little, but more than that, you just want him close again. Want him warm against you, tangled up with you the way he always is after long days apart.

You reach for the waistband of his sweats, teasing your nails lightly against the skin of his lower stomach. Ryland inhales sharply against your neck and lets out the softest little whine when you tug the fabric down enough to wrap your hand around him.

“Jesus,” he breathes, forehead dropping briefly against your shoulder.

He’s already hard in your hand, warm and heavy, and you’re still sensitive and wet from your orgasm. Ryland kisses you again the second you stroke him, messy and distracted now, like he can barely focus on one thing at a time.

“You sure?” he asks quietly against your mouth, even now.

You smile softly and kiss him again before answering.

“Yes, Ryland.”

Ryland rolls onto his side with you, pulling you against his chest until your back is flush against him. One of his arms slips beneath your neck while the other hooks behind your knee, gently lifting your leg higher as he settles between your thighs.

The angle makes you gasp softly when he slides inside you, Ryland groaning quietly against your skin as he presses his face into the crook of your neck.

“Missed this so much,” he mumbles, already kissing your shoulder between slow thrusts.

He thrusts slowly at first, like he’s trying to savor every second of it, getting lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him again. His hand stays hooked behind your knee, holding your leg against him while his mouth presses absentminded kisses against your shoulder and the back of your neck.

You can feel every little breath he lets out against your skin, every quiet sound he tries and fails to hold back.

Your fingers tighten in the sheets when he rolls his hips a little deeper and Ryland groans softly at your reaction, pulling you even closer against his chest.

“Ah, that’s my girl.” He murmurs, voice rough with affection more than anything.

The praise makes warmth spread through your entire body. You turn your head just enough for him to kiss you, messy and slow, and Ryland melts into it instantly, his rhythm faltering for a second when you reach back to tangle your fingers into his hair.

He picks up his pace gradually, like he can’t help himself anymore now that he finally has you like this again. The slow, careful thrusts turn deeper, rougher, making the bed creak softly beneath you while Ryland buries his face against the back of your neck with a shaky groan.

You can feel how hard he’s trying not to lose control too quickly, hips stuttering every time you press back against him.

“Ry…” you gasp softly when he hits deeper at this angle.

“Yeah?” he murmurs instantly, voice rough against your skin. “That feel good?”

You nod quickly and Ryland groans at the motion, one hand slipping from your leg just long enough to lace your fingers together against the mattress before pulling you even closer against his chest again.

“Fuck.” He breathes out. “Fuck, I love you so much. You feel so good, baby, you have no idea.”

A broken little sound leaves your throat as you fist his shirt again, already damp with sweat beneath your fingers. Ryland holds you tighter as his rhythm loses what little composure he had left, every breath against your skin hot and uneven.

The pleasure hits you hard and sudden, making your body tense against his while he whispers your name against your shoulder like he can’t stop himself.

Ryland falls apart right after you do, burying his face against your neck with a wrecked groan as he clings to you tightly through it. For a long moment afterward, neither of you moves.

You just stay there tangled together beneath the blankets, breathing hard while the rain taps softly against the windows and your hearts slowly settle back down.

Your fingers run through his hair as he comes down from his high, both of you breathing hard while the room slowly settles back into silence. When Ryland finally lets you go and slips out of you, you roll over to face him again, your legs sticky with the aftermath of his orgasm.

He kisses you sweetly, forehead damp with sweat and glasses slightly fogged up. You cup his face gently, thumbs brushing over his flushed skin.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, smiling a little.

“I love you.” You whisper, still a little shaky from your orgasm.

Ryland smiles immediately, warm and soft in that way that always makes your chest ache.

“I love you too.”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer against him without hesitation.

“I had just changed these sheets, by the way.” You mumble sleepily, glancing toward the evidence of your husband’s enthusiasm now staining the bed.

Ryland snorts quietly. “Sorry, sweetheart. It’s what you do to me.”

You hum softly, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck while the rain taps gently against the windows.

“Now it’s your turn to change them.” You close your eyes, burying your face in his neck. You feel his laugh vibrating as he hugs you tighter.

“Of course, sweetheart.”