“We Need More Complex Characters In Media”

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Cuddling Headcanons

Just for some of my favs 🫶 not requested!

Justin, Noah, Trent, Alejandro, Courtney, Leshawna, Mike, and Manitoba

Justin

Really bad at accepting physical affection while the relationship is still fresh

He’s used to only being in relationships with people for publicity! He’s not really used to genuine displays of affection that exist only for the two of you

After awhile he warms up to cuddling a lot

He likes to hold his arms around you while sleeping

He usually likes to sleep directly on top of you almost crushing you with his weight

“I just can’t help it-“ he said one day laughing lightly “-you’re better than any bed I’ve ever had”

He’d never admit to the sappy crap but it relaxes him beyond belief to listen to your breathing

He also loves hearing you talk or rant about your day when you two cuddle

He also likes to hold your waist in any capacity, he’s almost always got one hand on your waist

Noah

Yeah unsurprisingly he’s not that big on it

If you insist however eventually he comes to kind of enjoy it

He’d never admit that though.

He really likes it when you run your hand through his hair you can always see the tension leave his body when you do

(Again he’d never admit that)

He’s really bad when he actually does want to cuddle because he’s horrible at asking for things

Usually he just sits there staring at you waiting for you to learn how to read minds

Eventually though you start to get the feel of when he wants you to just hold him.

He’ll front every time and complain the whole time but it’s a big ol’ lie

“Are you kidding me, again? You cling onto me like a baby opossum, it’s crazy,” he teased you one night.

“We don’t have to-“

You couldn’t even finish the thought before he cut in grabbing onto you “calm down it’s fine.”

Yeah Noah, we know it is.

Trent

Definitely one of the more emotionally secure guys

Has no problem from the very start crawling into bed with you and just absolutely (lovingly) crushing you with his arms

We all know our boy is just the least bit clingy so he’s always looking for some cuddles

He honestly doesn’t care the position, he’ll big spoon, little spoon, he’ll get right on top of you, or you on top of him, my boy is not picky.

Really just likes to be able to see you, and loves playing with your hair (if you choose to show it/have hair)

If not he’ll play with the fabric of your clothes

“Trent that tickles stop,” you say one night as he plays with the hem of your shirt

“One sec…” he says, his tongue out in concentration.

You don’t know what’s going on in that head of his, so you just leave it alone after that, he looks so happy and adorable who are you to come in the way of that?

He’s just obsessed with you, if you’re happy he’s happy.

Alejandro

When I say guarded.

Starting physical affection with him that is genuine and in no way shows anything to gain from him, or anyone else scares the shit out of him

He really just doesn’t trust it for the longest time.

If you want to cuddle with Alejandro there is only one word: patience.

You have to be ready to wait for him to be ready.

With his up bringing and his past relationships, cuddling just wasn’t a thing you did unless it was some sort of trap

SO WHEN I SAY CUDDLING WITH HIM FEELS BETTER ITS BECAUSE YOU EARNED THAT SHIT

When he finally feels fully safe around you, he’ll test the waters first by sleeping in the same room as you

(He’s like a cat in that way sleeping around you is a big sign of trust from him)

Then eventually he’ll do things like put his arm around you and pull you in closer.

He likes to be the big spoon definitely

But there are certain occasions where he’ll settle for the other way around

He learns that he actually really does love it.

He loves to rest his head on top of yours and feeling your breath against him

Or better yet, he loves having his head on your chest hearing your heart beat

“Mi enamorada, your heart is beating very fast again,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he said that.

“Oh really?” You say sarcastically, burying a hand in his hair “I wonder why.”

He hummed a little bit in response “as do I,” he says smugly.

Overall cuddling with Alejandro is just very rewarding and therapeutic

Courtney

this woman knows how to do it

She so loves being all cuddly which you really wouldn’t have expected

It does take a little bit, and she spends some time wondering if you’re really “worthy”

But after that she’s all in.

She likes being in kissing distance so your face being close to hers is a must

Other than that she doesn’t really care about the position

I imagine cuddling with her is very chatty, and she very rarely cuddles while falling asleep (not that is never happens)

But you guys have a lot of late night conversations while cuddling

She lives for those early morning cuddles too

“Okay that’s enough, I have to start the day at some point.” Courtney mumbles tiredly.

“Soon- soon. Just five more minutes?” You say, pulling her closer.

She regarded you for awhile “fine. But no more than five minutes okay?”

That type of conversation is had time and time again, and she always spends way more than five minutes

Leshawna

Leshawna is so good at being in tune with peoples emotions it’s scary

She’s always really good at figuring out what works for you to and what doesn’t

Plus she’ll always let you know if she doesn’t like something that happening so you’re never worried about if she’s enjoying herself

She loves being the little spoon, but will be the big spoon if need be

Loves cuddling, but when she needs space she needs space (dw she’ll always let you know)

While on the couch cuddling though she’ll always let you lay on her and throw a blanket over the two of you and it’s just the most cozy thing every time

She is beyond comfortable to be around

Just a really genuine and sincere and comfortable significant other.

“I just feel bad, like I’m crushing you,” you admitted one night, adjusting while laying on top of her.

“Baby you don’t ever have to worry about that, you just get comfortable in anyway you can. You got that?” She assured you, and that was that.

She’s so good at making you feel comfortable oml.

Mike

THIS BOY IS A DISASTER

Has an impossible time being the one to enact physical contact and an even more impossible time asking for it

He’s a nervous wreck.

But if you’re confident (which lets face it anyone compared to Mike is) he’ll glom onto you no problem

He likes being little spoon, but doesn’t really mind

Forms most of his opinions on cuddling from you so whatever you like will become whatever he likes

He’s just sort of easy going once he gets into it as long as he gets to be next to you he doesn’t really care what’s going on

Plus he’s hugely indecisive he just wants to do what you want to do without worrying about any decision making. He already does enough of that.

“How should I sit?” He asked you one night getting into bed

“However you want,” you say chuckling.

He huffs a bit “that’s not fair and you know it.”

Just a general pleasure omg

Manitoba

I imagine cuddling with him is kind of a nightmare

He’s so restless.

He’s never happy with the position even if he initiated it

He doesn’t mean to that’s just how he is

And it’s not because he doesn’t want to cuddle cause he does (trust me he does)

But he has trouble staying in one position for a long period of time

So cuddling works best with him if you’re a go with the flow kind of person and are okay with readjusting over twenty times

“Manitoba, please it’s one in the morning, at a certain point you have to just get comfortable” you scolded light heartedly.

“Sorry love, last time I promise,” he assures.

It was in fact not the last time.

Jake Webber c reader

“Late-Night Adventures”

You never expected a grocery run at midnight to turn into an impromptu adventure, but Jake Webber had a way of making the mundane feel extraordinary. You had just suggested a snack run—something simple—and, as always, Jake ran with the idea like a kid in a candy store.

“Do you think we need three flavors of ice cream?” he asked, holding up a carton in each hand, his mischievous grin teasing a dangerous sense of fun.

“Need? No. Should we get them? Definitely,” you laughed, pulling your hoodie tighter as the cold air inside the store made your skin prickle.

Jake tossed the cartons into the cart without a second thought. “That’s the spirit!”

Every moment with him felt like living on the edge of something exciting, even if it was just debating between chips or candy at 1 a.m. He thrived in chaos and somehow, you always felt safe right in the center of it.

As you stood in front of the checkout, Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You know,” he said in a low voice, leaning in slightly, “the night’s still young. We could hit that 24-hour diner after this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Pancakes at 2 a.m.?”

“Exactly. It’s the breakfast of champions—midnight warriors like us.”

The way he smiled at you made your heart race. You could never resist his reckless charm, and honestly, you didn’t want to. With Jake, every moment was an adventure worth taking, and right now, pancakes at a diner sounded like the best idea in the world.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grinning up at him.

Jake’s eyes lit up. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He grabbed the bags, and together you pushed out into the cool night, knowing that as long as you were with him, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Can you write dom Johnnie with a reader who literally just wants to suck the soul out of him? 😭🤍

soul sucker

female reader

"johnnieee." "y/nnnn." johnnie mimicked as he gave a soft squeeze on my thigh. "i'm bored." i sighed, "me too, any ideas?" i shook my head in response, until an idea popped up into my head. “how about…i suck you off.” i smiled tracing my fingers over his belt. “hm, that would be nice.” johnnie smiled watching as i got on my knees in front of him.

as i began unbuckling his belt he stopped me. “woah woah chill out. im not letting you suck my dick that easily.” i rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

“seriously?” he nodded his head unbuckling his belt. “you’re gonna have to work for it.” i raised and eyebrow watching as he pulled his pants down, taking himself out of his boxers. “and you’re gonna beg for it, while you play with yourself.” i scoffed crossing my arms “just let me do it johnnie.”

“nope. not until you beg for it.” he smirked as he began lazily fisting his cock. “touch yourself for me babe.” i watched as he stroked himself, slowly getting aroused. slipping my hand into my underwear. “look at you, so pretty.”

i bit my lip, slipping a finger in fucking myself. “fuck.. johnnie.” i whined as i increased my pace, watching as johnnie also sped up, looking down at me. “fuck you’re so hot, don’t stop.” he panted. i arched my back slightly, my thighs clenching around my hand. “tell me what you want y/n...” johnnie moaned as he thrusted his hips up desperately into his hand. “wanna suck your cock..” i panted looking into his eyes with desperation.

“wanna make you feel good, please johnnie.” i whined bucking into my hand. “since you asked so nicely and listened to me.” i quickly reached for his cock, hearing a small gasp coming from johnnies lips as i took all of him in my mouth. slightly gagging around him as i bobbed my head on his cock. “holyyyy, fuckkk y/n.” he groaned throwing his head back.

placing my hands on his thighs i picked up my pace feeling him shake under me. “holy shit, im gonna cum.” he whined as he thrusted into my mouth. i moaned around him, matching his pace watching as his eyes rolled back. his mouth slightly open as he let out moans. each thrust making me force myself back onto his cock. sending one final thrust he shot his cum inside my mouth, his eyebrows knitting together in pleasure. i slowly pulled away and swallowed his cum, smiling up at him.

“holy fuck, y/n. were you trying to suck the soul out of me, god damn.” he laughed as he lied back catching his breath. “maybe.”

demitra kalogeras ft. sunday 🫧🤍☕️🎧

AsmodeusWeek Day 3 - Fame / Social Media

Chords of Desire ₊˚⊹♡

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sunday kalogeras x male reader

warnings: SMUT, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, lots of kissing, aftercare, pretty sure that’s all so enjoy🎸

A/N: this is really long and dragged out, so i’m so sorry if it turns out really bad😭

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Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. We sat on the edge of my bed, our legs touching, sending shivers down my spine. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features. I strummed the chords on my guitar, the melancholy melody filling the air.

Sunday's face was a picture of serene concentration, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, suffocating under the weight of my own emotions. But it was a good kind of suffocation, the kind that made me feel alive. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I found myself matching my rhythm to the gentle swell of her lungs.

As I played on, Sunday's hands rested on her knees, her fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on her thighs. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, and I knew she was waiting for me to make a move. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions. I knew I had to break the spell, but I didn't know how. Sunday's eyes seemed to hold the answer, but I was too afraid to look deeper.

I finished the song, my fingers lingering on the strings. Sunday's eyes never left mine, and I felt like she could see right through me. I knew I had to look away, but I couldn't tear my gaze from hers. The silence between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy.

Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "That was beautiful."

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thanks," I replied, my voice low and husky.

Sunday's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're really talented," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

I shrugged, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over me. "Thanks," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

The silence between us grew, stretching out like a living, breathing thing. I knew I had to break it, but I didn't know how.

Sunday shifted again, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

And then, without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. It was a simple touch, one that spoke of familiarity and comfort.

Sunday's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at me, her expression soft and dreamy. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us crackling like electricity.

But I didn't kiss her. Instead, I pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful, that I had to tread carefully around Sunday's heart.

"Thanks for listening," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sunday smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

As we sat there, the silence between us grew thicker, like a fog that refused to lift. I could feel Sunday's eyes on me, boring into my skin, but I didn't dare look at her. I was afraid of what I might see.

Instead, I focused on my guitar, my fingers absently strumming the strings. The music was soft and melancholy, a reflection of my mood. Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "You okay?"

I nodded, still not looking at her. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Sunday's voice was laced with concern. "You seem a little...off."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just tired, I guess."

Sunday didn't push the issue, but I could tell she didn't believe me. We sat there in silence for a few more minutes, the tension between us growing thicker.

Sunday leaned back against the bedframe, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of her gaze, the gentle pressure of her leg against mine.

Sunday's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I could feel her relax, her body softening against mine.

For a moment, we just sat there, the only sound the soft hum of the guitar still clutched in my hand. Sunday's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.

And then, without thinking, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Sunday's forehead. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of friendship and affection. But as I pulled back, I saw something in Sunday's eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

It was a spark of attraction, a flicker of desire. And in that moment, I knew that everything had changed.

Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, the spark of attraction growing into a flame. I could feel the tension between us building, the air thickening with anticipation.

I set the guitar aside, my hands reaching out to cradle Sunday's face. Her skin was soft and warm, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss.

Sunday's mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a slow, sensual dance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she deepened the kiss, her body melting into mine.

We broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Sunday's eyes were dark and sultry, her lips swollen from our kiss. I could feel the desire radiating from her, calling to me like a siren's song.

I leaned in again, my lips tracing the curve of Sunday's neck. She shivered beneath me, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I could feel her pulse pounding beneath my lips, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Sunday," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes?" she replied, her voice barely audible.

I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Sunday's body arched into mine, her hands wrapping around my neck.

We kissed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. And then, without thinking, I reached down and grasped the hem of Sunday's shirt, pulling it up over her head.

The cool air hit her skin, causing her to gasp, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the heat radiating between us. The faint light from the lamp illuminated her body, casting a soft glow that highlighted every curve, every slope. I couldn’t help but admire her for a moment, captivated by the way the light danced across her skin. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of us, intertwined in this magic.

“I want to touch you,” I admitted, my voice low and gravelly with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. The truth hung between us like a charged atmosphere, thick with anticipation.

Sunday’s breath came in soft bursts as she leaned into my touch, her eyes alive with mischief and desire. “Then do it.”

At her encouraging words, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I let my fingers trail down the sides of her body, exploring the contours I’d only dreamt of. I felt her shiver under my touch, her skin like silk beneath my fingertips. Each brush of my hand sent jolts of electricity through both of us, igniting the fire burning deep in my core.

With one swift motion, I pulled her closer, our bodies aligning perfectly as I straddled the line between restraint and the reckless abandon that threatened to consume me. My lips found her neck again, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, relishing in the soft gasps that escaped her lips.

“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured against her skin, feeling her shudder at the sound of my voice. “You’re incredible, Sunday.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Please don’t stop.”

Emboldened by her words, I kissed my way back to her lips, capturing them in a fervent kiss that spoke of our unspoken desires. Our mouths moved together, a perfect rhythm of passion and urgency. Every moment was laced with a need that had been longing to be unleashed, and now it felt like we were both losing ourselves in the heat of the moment.

As our kisses deepened, I could sense the shift in her energy—the playful antics were replaced with a gravity that held us together. I took my time, savoring every second as my hands roamed freely over her body. I teased the small of her back, drawing her closer still, feeling her warmth seep into my skin.

“Sunday,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my fingers tracing the silky fabric of her lace bra. She quivered at my touch, her breath hitching. “Can I…?”

“Please,” she breathed, her eyes wide with desire, urging me on.

With careful hands, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her, bare and beautiful, sent my heart racing. I reveled in her shyness, the way she blushed under my gaze, and yet, I could see the embers of confidence growing.

I dropped my head to her chest, my lips tasting her soft skin as my hands cupped her full breasts. Sunday moaned softly; the sound sent a thrill through me. I lavished attention on her, my fingers dancing over her sensitive skin, my mouth capturing her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as I listened to the symphony of her gasps and whimpers.

“More,” she encouraged, her hands desperately seeking out my body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As the tension built between us, the world beyond my room faded completely. All that mattered was Sunday—her taste, her scent, the way her body molded perfectly against mine. With every touch, I was lost in her, weaving through the intimacy that wrapped around us like a comforting blanket.

But as temptation surged, a sense of urgency ignited within me. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to lose myself in her warmth completely and allow the night to become ours.

With a swift motion, I pulled back, my eyes locking onto hers as I moved to fully undress her. There was a moment of hesitation, just a heartbeat, where uncertainty flickered in Sunday’s gaze. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, needing to know she was completely on board with this step.

She nodded, her voice steady and confident. “Yes. I want this… I want you.”

And that was all the reassurance I needed as I continued to explore her, my heart racing with excitement and maybe just a hint of fear of the intensity of the moment.

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I let the tips of my fingers loop around her sweatpants, pulling them completely off her and revealing a pair of delicate white lace panties.

"Can I take these off?" I asked shyly, looking up at her while my hands brushed the hem of her underwear.

"Yes please" Sunday uttered, a subtle shakiness in her voice.

I removed her panties with eagerness, just wanting to feel all of her close to me

"You're so beautiful." I told her, my eyes

never wandering from the up and down scan I did of her gorgeous body.

"Thank you." She said, looking down at my hands with anticipation as I drew them closer to hold her chin.

I encapsulated her soft lips in a kiss much deeper and rough than the previous ones, letting my tongue brush over her bottom lip as she let out a breathless moan. Our mouths clashed back and forth in discourse as my hands made their way down to her breaths, kneading and pinching them to get her worked up. As her breathing got heavier, she pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me with the most dilated pupils and pure desire in her eyes.

"Please fuck me." she uttered, surprising me with her abruptness.

I gripped her by her waist and flipped her on her back and positioned myself on top of her. “I’m gonna start off slow, okay?”, I said as i scan her body up and down.

“Okay, i need you to touch me, please.” Sunday whimpered as she looked into my eyes. I slowly kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft tender skin. The smell of her perfume lingered as I kissed down her body. “You smell so good..” I mumbled as I continued to kiss her, getting closer and closer to the stop i’ve been irking to taste since the first day we met.

“Spread your legs for me pretty girl.” She was a bit hesitant at first because she’d never done this before, but she slowly opened her legs revealing the wetness that was growing between her legs. I continued to kiss her inner thighs until got to her pretty pussy. I licked up and down trying to savor the sweet taste of her juices. “You taste amazing baby” I mumbled as i sucked or her delicate little clit and lap my tongue all over her.

Sunday couldn’t hear anything due to the amount of pleasure and lust she was feeling. As I went faster, her moans and whimpers got louder, she gripped my hair grinding against my fact. “Oh, god.. i’m-“ Her moans were cut off by me sliding and finger into her tight wet folds. “Fuuuuuuuk-“, she whined as i pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Oh, god, i’m so close”, she muttered and panted. “Cum for me baby” I curled my finger inside of her as i picked up the pace. That pushed her over the edge and I feel her clenched on my finger. She moans loudly as I helped her ride out her orgasm.

“Please fuck me, I need it so bad” She says breathlessly as she comes down from her orgasm. I got up and positioned myself in between her legs and slowly easing my way in her. “You’re soooo tight baby..” I pushed my length all the way inside of her and I thrust into her slow and hard. I could feel Sunday dig into my back so i started to thrust faster. “Don’t stop, please i- im gonna c-“

I cut her off by pulling her into a deep and intimate kiss. I hold her legs up in the air and I hit a spot inside of her you never thought you would reach. “I’m cumminggggg!” Sunday screamed as her orgasm came quickly. I continued to pound into her until I come undone inside of her. I pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed.

Sunday's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," I whispered.

Sunday's face curved into a gentle smile. "Hey."

When we both caught our breaths, I reached for the blanket, pulling it over us. Sunday snuggled deeper into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

As we lay there, I stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the soft strands. Sunday's eyes drifted closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice low and gentle.

Sunday nodded, her eyes still closed. "I'm perfect."

I smiled, holding her close. We drifted off into a peaceful silence, our bodies entwined, our hearts full.

After a while, Sunday stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine. "I love you," she whispered.

My heart swelled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too."

We lay there for a moment longer, our love wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Then, Sunday's eyes began to droop, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.

I held her close, watching over her as she slept, my heart filled with love and adoration.

tags: @annieforuu @freshsturns