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imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

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Kagero

“eyes on me” and “that’s my girl” and “there she is” and “that’s it, sweetie” and “it’s okay, angel” and “let go. give it to daddy, baby.”

hello?? are you trying to marry me or send me to my grave?? cause you’re about to do both.

Some Kacchan sketches 🧡

Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight (final)

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and mafia related violence, some former trauma of reader, lots of smut and also fluff, watch Kuna morph into a softie hehe.- Ties into the Satoru x reader story Losing Control Now

Ongoing- WC so far- 47k - ao3 link here - Playlist

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

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Emotional sex that has you both crying bc you’re both so overwhelmed with eachothers love

i love you, but you know that.

bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: minors dni, some slow loved up sloppy sweet sex, tears of love, missionary, afab reader, unprotected

between a drabble and a fic, maybe about 800 words?

you love bakugou katsuki. this wasn’t new news, this wasn’t even grand news in the scheme of everything else in the world nor was it surprising because you literally tell him everyday. 

so you don’t know what has come over you right now, maybe the intimacy of it all, his hot sweaty skin against yours, the tingle on your bruised lips from his kisses earlier or maybe it’s the way the words that come out his mouth are reserved for you. soft, as soft as katsuki can be, and all breathless as he mumbles into your neck, “s’good f’me baby, s’good.”

his thrusts are slow, has you arching your back despite his full weight on top of you. it’s loud and wet and you know you’re both making a mess but there’s something about cock from the man you love that drives everyone a little crazy. you suck him in completely, easily and he’s like a key, made for you and only you.

it’s only when he lifts his head from your neck at the sound of sniffles beside him, you’re trying to hide your face but it’s clearly not working. katsuki lifts himself up, palms by your head so there’s no way to escape. you can tell he’s close as his left arm shakes a little, but stabilises himself straight after. he stops his rhythmic thrusts, his lust filled half lidded eyes opening wide to look down at you.

now everyone and their mothers knew bakugou katsuki loves you. though most people would say he loves you like he loves his job, the one thing in his life he always knew he wanted and never stopped trying to achieve. but that wasn’t exactly true because bakugou katsuki never knew he wanted you, he never searched for love. you both were a coincidence and just as easily as you were given to him, you could be taken away. so no, bakugou katsuki doesn’t love you like he loves his job. he loves you a whole lot more than that, more than he’ll ever be able to comprehend.

so the sight of you so pretty under him, cheeks puffy, whites of your eyes tainted red and tears at your waterline, he’s freezing. even preparing to pull out completely.

“what’s wrong? am i hurtin’ you?” he slides a warm palm to your cheek, his tone coated in comfort and care. it made two single tears slide down your cheek and that was it, “holy fuck, ‘m so sorry—“ he panics but you hold his arm, locking one leg around his waist so he doesn’t pull out.

“no no, ‘ki,” and you smile up at him. katsuki feels his chest burn at the sight, “happy tears i promise. i… i just love you a lot.”

katsuki doesn’t believe you just yet, searching your body for any marks or scars though he rumbles a groan when you thrust up into him. “‘ki i promise!” you shakily laugh, wiping your eyes with the back of your palms.

your lover grunts, leaning down on his forearms to cage in your head, his face an inch away from yours.

“your love f’me makes you cry? y’love me that much?” he asks and you know your boyfriend. you know the cocky tone he tries to blanket his words with is thin. his ruby eyes that glisten like the stone show that he’s honestly asking; slightly needy with disbelief at the edges.

you hum a nod, agreeing effortlessly like you would with what breakfast you’d want in the morning. your arms wrap around his around his neck, “i do. love you so much i’d die for you.”

katsuki shakes his head in disagreement, glancing down at your joined muscles slapping against each other as he begins to start up his thrusts again. still slow and steady but the tiniest bit faster than before. then when he meets your eyes again, staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky, he sighs. then he bends his head to meet your lips with his.

katsuki usually always starts with a peck or two before he uses tongue. like he’s trying to find his bearings and how you’re feeling before he starts. but this time he goes straight in, knowing that he understands how you feel. because he does, about you. he completely envelopes your mouth, licking around like it’s his second home. you’re just as eager as him, sucking at his tongue as he moans in your mouth.

then he pulls away wildly, eyes blown out as the sloppy wet slaps between you both continue to echo in the room, “d-don’t say that baby. need y’to live f’me. i love you, you’re all i fuckin’ got.”

his babbling seems to be contagious, you brushing your lips against his for another kiss as you feel the pulsing build up of an orgasm building in your lower half. “b-but i would, gorgeous. i’d do anything,” you’re almost begging, sobs ripping from your throat, arms tightening around his neck like he’d escape from you any second, “i just really love you katsuki.”

your pussy walls clench around him, a sign you’re about to come and he’s right behind you. katsuki feels lightheaded, like he’s been doused in a drug with the way only you’re on the mind. the hormones pumping through his veins become overwhelming, his thrusts speeding up as a mewl stutters out your lips. he’s clenching his jaw, fighting away the tears beginning to spread across his waterline. when the fuck did he start crying during sex?

but it’s not just sex. with how you’re holding him close with not a sliver of air between your bodies. layered with sweat with tears streaming down your cheeks. he knows he’s about to break when a tear falls from his eye onto your cheek. “oh fuck baby. oh fuck. y’know i love you. i love you so fuckin’ much. so f—f—.” and before you both know it your orgasm hits you together harder than waves against rocks.

cute desperate whines bubble out of you, eyes clenching shut and your lips agape. the pleasure is immense, intense and somehow feels even stronger as you experience it together. your arms tighten around katsuki’s neck harder than you’ve ever done before and he’d be lying if the pressure on the throat doesn’t contribute to how thick his orgasm is. his body jolts three times, spraying your walls white with one long, “fuuuuck.” your legs are still twitching in the air by his hips, body spasming as katsuki lays his head beside you, his body fully on top of you.

then for a few moments you both just breathe. the stickiness of your bodies can’t be felt when you’re both so still and the warmth from him comes as a comfort.

“can’t believe you cried over me,” you say lightly, a tiny smile on your face as you look to your boyfriend. he had his eyes closed to gather himself, allowing you to take in his tear streaked cheeks and puffy under eyes.

though as soon as you finish your remark, his eyes open and eyebrows furrow. even a grumpy pout on his lips, “you cried over me first. didn’t even do anythin’ wrong.”

you’re both a sight, this massive man laying on top of you like there wasn’t triple the space beside you both. eyes red from tears and a croaky effect in both your voices.

you giggle, agreeing with him completely, “you make me a mess, gorgeous.”

katsuki presses a kiss to your cheek. it’s rough, pushing your head to the side slightly but you immediately turn back to look at him, “can say the same about you, princess.”

then after a few more beats of silence, katsuki feeling your thighs rub against each other, he gets the cue. “okay, okay, i’ll clean you up.” as if he was using all his strength in the word, he lifts himself off you slowly, flexing his biceps before climbing off you.

“cover! cover!” you scramble from the loss of his body heat and katsuki’s quick to throw a blanket over you.

then he just stands again next to the bed. a big beary yawn leaves his throat, brushing his hand through his messy hair then scratching his arm. he looks animalistic, especially as he’s still so naked in-front of you. though nudity has never been something you guys shied away from so you instead questioned why he was staring so deeply at you.

“aren’t you gonna clean me up? why’re you looking at me like that?”

post-orgasm katsuki was always the cutest, giving you a careless shrug, “jus’ love you. but y’know that.”

you smile, hands at the top of your blanket, “love you too.” and he nods like it was a business meeting concluding, walking over to his en-suite bathroom but not before sweetly squeezing your foot as he strolls past.

it gets tuah point.

how it feels to try find a fanfic but all you find is smut

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