#but very sweet too because come on its kyle

[deargaz]

18+!

it had become quite a norm for kyle to wake up at the slightest noise or shuffle around him. apparently that’s what being in military did to a guy, fuckin’ awful. a sleepy groan left his lips as he sat up on the bed, hand rubbing his eyes before his attention diverted over to the source that woke him up.

you laid there, all asleep and squirming under the sheets, soft little whimpers leaving your lips. at first a wave of concern shot over him, assuming that you were crying in your sleep. just as he was about to reach his hand out, he stilled when you moaned out a sweet ‘kyle’.

it was as if everything around him had stopped. he could hear the noise of his heartbeat in his ears as blood rushed onto his face, eyes staring in wonder at your sleeping form which was hugging onto a pillow tight, a lone drop of sweat slowly sliding down your forehead. were you really having those dreams about him? that thought alone was riling him up. an irrational part in his head was yelling at him to wake you up and fuck you all nice back into sleep again, but he didn’t, letting you have a proper sleep.

in the morning he shamelessly confronted you, a grin adorning those pretty lips of his. “havin’ dirty dreams ‘bout me now, love?” he teased, chuckling at the sight of you all flustered. and after making you tell him every single detail you could remember about the dream, he fucked you just like that, thick cock stretching you out just for him. he might have improvised a little bit on his own too.

[pricesprincess]

fat hyper feminine! reader | sugar baby! reader | sugar daddy! price | smut

part one here

sugar daddy price! who sends you too much money, your bank account now having commas, something you've never seen while he's away on missions that have to take him away from you.

its painful to be away from the man you fell head over heels for.

sugar daddy price! loves it when you send him pictures of the pretty lingerie he had delivered from the finest shops in France, all types of fabric in colors of pinks and yellows and peach that made you glow.

the pictures you send him are sometimes of your plump body draped in the finest and most expensive clothes you've ever had on and the others are nasty, your gaping pussy from his clone-a-dick dildo.

you missed him.

sugar daddy price! who listens to your voice messages of you crying and sniffling like a baby about how much you need him back home where he belonged, but you also knew his job was important.

after all, it is how he keeps you living this lavish lifestyle.

it killed him to have to listen to you cry and beg for him then a few hours later you send him a video of you crying and riding the dildo whining and moaning his name with a blissed out look.

but it was never the same as when he was actually there.

when he's away you shop to fill the ever growing ache that settled between your ribs, trying on all the clothes you knew he would love.

sugar daddy price! never thought that he would be this happy to come home from a mission to have you greet him all sweaty and stinky not even caring, you just needed to feel him against you.

you barely gave him anytime to shower before you were pushing him in the chair tucked in the corner of your shared bedroom to show off all the pieces you bought in person because he deserves that much.

sugar daddy price! who can't help it and touches you all over the moment he tugged you forward, his knee between your leg as he skated his open hands against you feeling your softness beneath the rough and calloused hands, you were everything he wasn't.

there is no more wasted time as you sunk down on his cock, the stretch was a reward if anything. "so good for me dove," he rasped in your ear as his hands massaged your arse helping you ride him.

sugar daddy price! has now dubbed you as his little dove.

"you know collared doves mate for life? should i get my pretty princess a collar?" he whispered, his voice drenched in honey.

the idea of him fucking you from behind with a leash wrapped around his fist made your cunt flutter around him making john chuckle.

sugar daddy price! loves the way you cling to him when he you ride him a few more times during the night and in the morning when he was awake, his cock throbbing in your mouth bobbing up and down.

john loves to hold each side of your head and guide your movements watching the way your lips stretched around the fat girth of his cock, the one he stroked until it was so senstive because he missed you.

but nothing, and i mean nothing compares to you, his sweet girl.

sugar daddy price! is all about telling the rest of the task force about everything that he does and what's going on with his life but something stops him from introducing you to them for a few months.

johnny can't believe his eyes that john got someone so soft and sweet like you, and goodness your plump curves in the silk dress you wore didn't help the boner that tented his trousers.

simon understands why john is smitten.

kyle lays on the smooth talk thick and makes you laugh as all three men share stories about their captain at the restaurant, the low lightning had shadows dancing across your features bringing them out for them and the curve of your breasts that jiggled with each airy giggle.

all four men dotted on you, opening each door until all of you were settled in the living room of the very expensive flat and you were bouncing on john's cock letting johnny and simon and kyle watch.

sugar daddy price! who lets his friends come over once a week to watch and sometimes join in, letting them stroke themselves in front of your face as you ride him reverse cowgirl style.

they love how soft and plump you are, so much to grab and grope and how fucking comfortable your thighs are for them to rest their head on when you whine for a break from their twisted tongues.

now you're pretty sure you have four sugar daddies.

[prettyoatmeal]

Hand holding HCs..DROP EM

Likeeeeeeee their fav ver of hand holding, do they do the finger rub thing, do they pull your hand in to kiss it!!!!!!

-🕯️

TF141 and how they would hold your hand!

A/N: Yesss finally I finish something cute and wholesome. I'm sorry this took so long, I'm lowkey so bad at fluff.

Warnings: No warnings, suggestive for the very last point on Soap's section towards the end. 99% fluff.

Masterlist here!

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Price is a romantic when it comes to holding your hand.

He would've been a little shy about it at the start, almost always asking because he's just such a gentleman. Now it's just become a habit of his, a very cute habit.

"Can I hold your hand, love?"

"They're so soft."

His hands would ALWAYS be warm which is perfect if you're a cold-handed kinda person.

"You feel so cold. Here, let me just.."

He is very insistent on placing kisses on your knuckles or the back of your hand.

Over all he's just very sweet about it, a gentle yet firm grip as you two walked or cuddled, or anything.

If he had to choose, his favourite time or way to hold your hand is while he's driving. One hand on the wheel while the other holds yours over the console.

Gaz would just initiate it like that. He doesn't feel the need to ask.

He's already wrapped around your finger the minute he wakes up, while eating breakfast, just hanging out together, everywhere.

He will always have his hands on you, whether it be holding your hands or not.

An extremely clingy boyfriend, his grip is pretty possessive.

He just loves you so much and wants you to know how much you mean to him.

PDA? Doesn't really care unless you do. He will very proudly hold your hand and show off how gorgeous his partner is.

Is quite playful with it, will happily swing your arms back and fourth.

Holding your hand is something which could cheer him up from whatever stress he would be facing.

Shamelessly, his favourite way is when you begin to pull away, and he has to coax his fingers back into yours, not wanting the moment to end.

"Kyle- stooop, your hands are sweaty."

"No, no, no. Let me hold you just a little bit longer, doll."

And you always let him despite how warm and clammy you may feel. Who are you to deny him of that?

Ghost wasn't much for physical affection, only finding comfort in the smallest of touches like small pats on the shoulder or knee.

Though later on, he warms up to your touches, finding your aura endearing and calming.

It started out as linking his gloved pinkie finger with yours, slowly, slowly edging closer until your hands are completely intertwined together.

His hands are so rough and so cold compared to the rest of him so there was quite the temperature contrast between you two.

After feeling how warm you were compared to him, you swore you could almost hear him purring into your neck the moment your hands met.

PDA isn't his thing. It isn't anything against you, he just doesn't enjoy putting too much attention on it. He'd formally hold your hand or interlock your pinkies together, maybe a little more if you ask him or if the time called for it.

His favourite way to hold your hand is just the cutest.

He will very often grab your hand under the table or under the covers and out of sight. Its intimate, almost as if you two were trying to keep it a deep secret. He knew it made your heart flutter, and it made his flutter too.

Soap's probably the one where your hand holding will most likely lead somewhere more.

If he's holding your hand, then he's also placing kisses along your palms and your knuckles.

His kisses would lead up your arm like in cartoons until he's placing small kisses on your shoulder, your neck, then up at your lips, and a make-out session ensues.

And he's holding your hands all throughout it, not letting go one bit.

Since starting dating, he's just been happily holding you with physical affection being his love language. He couldn't help it, you feel so soft against him.

"These hands may've killed, but they'll hold ya' like there's no tomorrow, dove."

He's so romantic it's adorable.

"I love you," kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss "ah, you set my soul on fire."

Similar Gaz, he's very, very clingy.

Doesn't care too much about PDA either, he'll very happily hold your hand regardless if you're out with.

His favourite way to hold your hand would be during sex just because of how intimate it is. Whether he be taking you from behind or in missionary, his fingers would be firmly intertwined with yours, pushing them into the plush of the bed to make sure you wouldn't be able to let go anytime soon.

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I think I'm back guys! 2 more exams and it's over, and I SHOULD be back to writing again. I mean hell, I've had the urge to write so much in these past couple days, I'm on a roll. Are we so back?? I hope

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.

[tojisun]

you're breaking my heart with him who we love and i absolutely adore it!!!! (っ◔︣◡◔᷅)っ ❤

may i ask what johnny (and maybe even simon?) would do if reader - after feeling left out for so long - finally decided to move on and/or find someone else? maybe she gravitated towards kyle and/or john bc they’re sweet and gentle with her and her affection is finally being reciprocated?

and please feel free to ignore this if it doesn't interest you. no pressure at all!

ohn my god no bc im so so glad so many of u are brainrotting w me again about 'him who we love' <33 i could not stop thinking about it on our way home yesterday

!! vague descriptions of an injury and an attack; mentioned callsign for reader but its not important!!; and its so so rambly so do forgive me ): // divider by @/plutism <3

id love to see this happen after that mission mishap with simon and the reader. it takes an explosion; an acrid burn peeling his flesh from his back and you sewing him together with such vitriolic desperation that ghost almost, almost, felt bad for the way he’s treated you; and an apology murmured from the softest lips he’s never really noticed for simon to—

feel his chest twinge.

the denial sits on the tip of his tongue, razor-sharp and blisteringly sour. it waxes, and simon heaves from something more than the pain burrowing deep into his being. he trembles from something that isn’t the agony he feels for returning to johnny as more of a ruined man who is unable to bury the fear of anything that is set ablazed.

(he remembered the day when he finally came to, groggy eyes peeling open before snagging a fracture of liquid orange—fire, his mind screamed, pulsing because: i’m not gonna be able to come back—and lurching out of the bed only for his body to collapse, and he fell with a choked yell, pain blooming from all of his synapses almost like a beast coiled deep into the fabrics of his very existence.

you ran into the room, yelling his name, and something about the way your voice was so raw with worry and anguish, simon was able to calm down. almost like a part of him realized he was safe now, with you; like it knew that you wouldn’t let anything happen to him, not then and not ever.

while you helped him back on the bed, he turned his head to try and see what it was that set him off—

simon’s breath hitched, his eyes straining as a lump lodged itself into his throat because it was—

the fire was—

it wasn’t fire.

there, bouncing off a glass vase, were serpentine rays of the afternoon sun rippling across the walls and bathing him in warm light.

“is there, uh, something you need?” you asked, trying not to hover but unable to truly leave him be.

simon swallowed, running his tongue on the back of his teeth, before murmuring, “shut the curtains.”

you turned to the windows, your brows furrowed, and simon clenched his teeth, bulldozing through the shame curling in the pit of his stomach and added, “please.”

you did what he asked without prodding, and simon swallowed down the rawness of his vulnerability, watching you with something pretty fluttering in his chest but he tried to stomp it down because—

he despises you, remember? so why…)

but the feeling bloats and simon spends the rest of the exfil in silence, watching you—he’s always been watching—but this time it’s without malice. instead, it’s with bubbling interest, pushing at the back of his mind, and rising ever so slightly like a tide.

he thinks of johnny, of the way mactavish had danced around the idea of something more with the three of you, and finds that he’s not too opposed to it anymore. instead, he looks forward to the change.

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no sooner after the bird touches down on the base, price pulls you into his office. simon’s been wheeled into the sick bay and was stranded there, doctor’s orders, so he only learns about what happened later into the night when mactavish finds him, sorrow so heavily etched on his face.

“tavish?” he asks, ignoring the way his voice comes out as a croak. “what happened?”

“hyde’s gone,” johnny says, slumping into the seat beside simon’s bed and burrowing his head into his palms. “they apparently requested to be assigned somewhere else. cap’n won’t say where.”

“when?” he asks although simon can’t even feel himself move, his mind trying to reconcile the events that happened because there’s no way this occurred in the fly; not when, he remembers, you looked so resolute on the way back like you knew what was going to happen the moment you two returned.

like you had planned this for a while now—

“when’d they ask?”

johnny shifts, meeting his eyes, and simon’s heart crumbles at seeing the weight of johnny’s anguish painted on his face. he sniffles, and rasps out, “probably two months ago, s’what garrick said.”

two months ago—the same night when you managed to find a way to contact the base. the same night when simon’s realized what it must be that he feels for you.

(the same night when you’ve shyly asked him what about mactavish did he like.

“the six inches that you so intimately know,” he replied, cheeky and teasing.

you rolled your eyes, groaning at how disgusting he was, and he piped back how he’s a patient and has all rights to be as gross as he could.

you laughed, chucking a balled paper towel at him and simon remembers the way you looked so…at peace bantering with him that he couldn’t even fathom you were thinking of leaving.

what changed for you? what was it? why couldn’t you have waited—

why didn’t he realize sooner—

whywhywhy?)

notes: tbh i dont think hyde would gravitate towards price n gaz bc their affections for ghoap, particularly for ghost, was so intense. also, even before this ask ive always planned for hyde to leave. their feelings could potentially risk the team morale, which price even talked to them about in the prev works (mentioned in passing)!

[bubbless-s]

I love love LOVE your page. Your Harry Potter fics are my favsss. Your Kyle and Kenny headcanons were LITERALLY SCRUMPTIOUS, I WILL KEEP EATING IT UP.

But if I could, may I request the main 3 SP boys x reader please? Separately of course. Maybe they’re dating and having a sleepover together. Just hc’s on what they’d do at a sleepover with a partner.

If you could, fem reader would be preferred, gender neutral is okay though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pillow Fights and Stolen Hearts₊ ⊹ ᶻ !! ␥

- ʚɞ genre: fluffy! (as always no gender implied.)

- ʚɞ warnings: none (devider)

→Masterlist

Kyle Broflovski

ೀ⋆ He definitely begged his mom for this.

ೀ⋆ His mom allowed with the rule of the door being open.

ೀ⋆ You suggested the sleepover firstly and got him hooked.

ೀ⋆ “What will we do on the sleepover? Play truth or dare?” after Stan showed him the powers of truth or dare he is willing to try it out with you. A little tho! He isn’t awaiting it with heart eyes!!

ೀ⋆ Our lovesick fool made a little list of things just incase if you guys runout of things to do.

ೀ⋆ “Do you have games on your phone?” -Ike

ೀ⋆ Kyle got you a rose too! He gave it to you when you arrived at his house.

ೀ⋆ Imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to Kyles house only to get a rose shoved to your face. A very well decorated rose at that.

ೀ⋆ The fun part is when night came.

ೀ⋆ Kyle being Kyle couldn’t sleep at all.

ೀ⋆ Why you may ask. 1. He has the worst bed hair ever! 2.What if he kicks you in his sleep?! 3. Can’t stop staring at your sleeping face

ೀ⋆ It was the most anxious sleepover to him BUT you know after rain rainbow comes.

Stan Marsh

✧ Stan had this planned out for months.

✧ He carefully planned each step like the “master mind” he is. He totally sucks at it but eh

✧ First he will impress you with his guitar skills then ask you to come over to his place for a sleepover.

✧ It was a solid plan until he almost puked out of nervousness.

✧ But things did work out in Stans favour nonetheless!

✧ This loverboy was over the moon that you agreed and went out to buy all the snacks in the world with his pocket money.

✧ Not to mention he brushed his teeth 12 times because you guys w-will..will kiss..such a blasphemy..!

✧ Stan also made a very romantic questionable playlist.

✧ “You deserve better.” - Shelley

✧ When night fell Stan and you found yourself under the covers.

✧ Sleepy but still talking. Too invested in the conversation but too sleepy to continue..

✧ The problems solution was a sweet kiss and a even sweeter goodnight bidding.

Kenny Mccormick

৻ꪆ Kenny was thrilled to have a sleepover with you.

৻ꪆ Finally he was going to see what your room looks like!

৻ꪆ Asking him to come over wasn’t hard at all, you just asked as someone would do normally and Kenny cut you off saying yes. If it was a comic it would definitely have big “!!!” marks at the end.

৻ꪆ When he did arrive at your place y’all did the casual things. Watching TV together, snuggling under the covers, Kenny chasing you to tickle your sensitive spots—

৻ꪆ Yea you heard me ladies, gentlemen and non-binary sillies, Kenny chased you till you were breathless only to trap you underneath him.

৻ꪆ For some tickles. You had to cry and beg for release!

৻ꪆ When night began its reign Kenny became more quirky.

৻ꪆ He would always steal kisses or his hands would wande—ahem Kenny Im trying to keep this family friendly.

৻ꪆ Anyway! Kenny is the best cuddle buddy out there if you are cold he will pull you closer to himself, if you are hot he will loosen his arms.

৻ꪆ If Kenny happened to be awake later on his thought could begin to wander to more evil places.

৻ꪆ But he wouldn’t do that to his darling..

৻ꪆ Until you woke up funny shapes drawn all over your face.

[sunny-ssunset]

Love LOVED your honest dating and the smoking hc, would you be comfortable doing one of those for Craig's gang??

Honest dating headcanons 💯 🔥

dividers by pinterest

Craig's gang

Masterlist!

♡Course i can lmao I was thinking about doing one with craigs gang lol (GENDER NEUTRAL AGED UP)

♡Idk why but the jimmy one is really sad lmao

Craig

•Bro could not care less about you

•He wont care if you break up

•He wont treat you any differently in or after the relationship

•He'd hang out with you once and then you'd start dating with out you knowing

•It just happens one day lmao

•He just tells everyone your together

•He wont do any sort of physical affection

•He might buy you a gift on your birthday

•Tbh i dont picture him being an overly horrible person i just think he is boring as fuck

•Literally doesnt kiss you or hold your hand

•its just being w friends with more labels

Tweak

•Gets a nosebleed whenever you make eye contact

•SUPER nervous around you

•He cannot even comprehend you liking him let alone being in a relationship with him

•Dating freaks him the fuck out

•After you ask him out (sorry but there is no chance of him doing that)

•And even then theres only a 50 percent chance of him saying yes. Even though he likes you

•Overthinks all the time

•If you leave him on delivered for one second he'll freak out

•He is very anxious with you

•Needs constant reassurance you like him

•He is a bit of a pick me, he sends this emoji 🥺

•He is so clingy

•He'll cry if he sees you talking to anyone but him

•If you ever broke up he would never be able to talk or look at you again

Jimmy

•He asked you out as a dare thinking you would say no and you said yes

•Felt too bad to break up with you

•Has been convincing himself to love you ever since

•He'll try give you the ick or being mean to you to get you to break up with him

•You actually fall more in love with him

•He'll start to fall for you too

•If you laugh at his jokes

•Or make an effort to make him laugh

•But then his dreams get crushed

•Someone told you that he asked you out as a joke

•You genuinely get upset and break up with him

•Leaving him heart broken

•He brings you gifts and he looks at you whenever he makes jokes to see if you laugh

•He hates himself for what he did :(

Tolkien

•Probably the most sane relationship you will have

•He wont admit it

•But he is very very stuck up

•He has a very particular taste, like kyle

•However unlike kyle he is a pretty rizzy rizzler

•He'll take you out on nice dates

•He gets bored pretty easily though

•He'll break up with you in a nice way though

•He'll drop a bunch of flowers or chocolates at your door or locker and write you a note

•Too stuck up to do it in person

•He'll treat you like the relationship never happened when you break up though

•Like everything goes back to normal

Clyde

•He is a pretty well wanted guy in south park high

•He gets a lot of bitches which is very odd because he is one of those guys that really arent anything special but they pull so much

•These people have fueled his ego so much, he thinks he is Ryan gosling

•He'll come up to you like 'sup then ask you know a date

•You'll start dating

•He can be really sweet but he acts all tough because he is the epitome of toxic masculinity

•He got bullied for being a 'crybaby' so i guess he made himself the opposite to fit in

•He gets pissed off when you say he is being flirty with other people

•He cheats on you one night when he is drunk (suprise suprise)

•He cries telling you it was a mistake

•And you dump him in front of everyone

•And he makes you out to be the problem

•Then the whole school hates you

dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[brucewaynehater101]

Hear me out for mixing Emperor Tim and Spider Tim. Spider Tim does not want any of the Bats to know about his spider form, but Young Justice knows all about it. It started because Greta asked him about the magic she could sense in him and Tim telling them that he had some "thread based magic" and took a few strands of his silk to wrap around Cassie. She had to genuinely try to break out of just 5 loops of this hair thin thread. They ask him why he doesn't use this all the time and Tim simply shrugs, "I can't make a lot of it. The older I get, the more I'll be able to make bur for now? I'm stuck with only a few dozen yards a day." This isn't quite true. He can currently make about 50 yards but it will grow with time.

Months later, they run into a magician who casts an anti magic barrier around them, canceling out Tim's Glamor and he immediately transforms into his spider form. He looks back at himself and then yells, "you rat fucking bastard! Do you have any idea how rude it is to out people as non human who aren't ready to come out yet?! I'm gunna fucking *eat* you!" To which, he does. They do a Q&A as Tim devours his meal in the saftey of Bart's space ship. Tim tells them about how dangerous poachers are to him and why, how his mom is the best ever and what normal spider demon parents do, why he's actually eating the guy, and when someone asks about his civilian ID, Tim says, "I still can't tell you but bow you've seen why. You know what I am. I just told you how much of a problem poachers are. If word gets out that I'm a Spider Demon and one of you guys slip up with my civilian name, it's not just me at stake. It's my mom and her siblings and my cousins and my siblings who I've never met. Our families don't meet up because of how dangerous the poachers are,how they could and would decimate our entire population at the drop of a hat. You think they don't use truth spells on us to try and pry who our family members are out of us? You think they won't use those same spells on you guys to force you to tell them who I am so that they can hunt down and exterminate my family? I can't risk that, even if I trust you guys with this form. But... I can tell you guys that you can call me Tim." Having such a good explanation for why he cant tell them beyond "Batman said I can't" should let up a ton of tension in the future and make when he does eventually tell them all the sweeter.

Tim decides that when he's visiting his planets, he doesn't have to worry about Earth Based Poachers so he uses his spider form. He has to admit that it feels *really* nice to stretch out his limbs for so long and also climb up and down walls. Plus! None of these people know to fear spiders! He doesn't have to worry about looks of disguste or hatred simply for what he is! His citizens still think he's adorable and sweet and small.

His spider form does *not* help with the problems with the GLC because the moment the humans see a picture of him, they are all reeling back. John will never admit that he has a phobia of spiders. Kyle freely says, "it looks like it's a spider demon. There was rumors of one running around back on Earth for a while. I never saw it but if it is, then it's extremely dangerous." And Hal pipes up, "I saw it once and that is definitely the spider demon that was running around. I didn't get to see it for very long, but I was hunting down a magician and saw it fighting that thing. It was horrifying, that thing chopped the guy up with its front, scythe like legs and after it killed the magician, it ate them! And then it vanished. But how did it get into space and become the leader of this empire?"

Hal did see Tim do that. What he didn't see is that fact that the magician was a poacher who was planning to also go after the other Bats thinking that they were definitely creatures too. Of course Tim wouldn't allow his family to be hunted like that by someone who would tell them his greatest secret. So he made sure they couldn't and had a nice snack in the process.

Tim deserves to snack on that magician. That was rude af of them to do that to him (although I doubt they cared and they can't care now that they are dead). Do magicians taste differently? Like static or something?

I'm also curious about how YJ treats Tim's OG form. I bet he oscillates between severely unbothered (it's who he is, why should he care?) to being self conscious (Bats and others have expressed their dislike of spiders and his form could cause him to be taken out by a poacher). He just flips between these two depending on various variables.

I'm also curious about Tim killing and the No Killing Rule. How will Bruce react to this?

I do like the addition you did for GLs. I wonder if they try to reach out to John Constantine about the spider demon taking over the universe. I love Tim and Constantine interactions, ngl

[rememberwren]

can i ask for some fluffy fall activities with Kyle :c

maybe munching on toffee apples around a bonfire?

-🍮

From the "Practice 'Verse", found here. TW: spiders.

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The two of you are the last ones left around the fire. 

Johnny and Simon had disappeared nearly an hour ago, slipping away like two ghouls in the dark, their hands shoved deep into their pockets to keep from touching each other. John had lingered, finishing off his cigar, the scent of its smoke lost among the scent of the bonfire that crackles warmly between the two of you. But even he had retired eventually, til it was you and Kyle sitting close enough to brush shoulders on one of the logs which is turning your ass numb. 

You shiver a little, the fire dying out into embers. 

“Cold?” Kyle asks. He stands and adds another log to the fire, committing to spending a little longer with you. He slips out of his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, enfolding you in his scent. God, it isn’t fair, you think, subtly dipping your head to breathe him in. How can someone smell so good all the fucking time? 

He’s been different tonight, and you can’t help but connect the dots. Things have changed since the two of you hooked up—since he was your first. Is it regret? you wonder, staring into the growing flames. Sex can do that. It changes people, apparently. A small part—very small, though very scary—had wondered if Kyle wouldn’t pull away now. Like maybe he’d gotten what he wanted from you at last and now had no use for you. 

It isn’t Kyle’s style, but. Sex changes people. Right?

His foot nudges your own. “Penny for your thoughts.” 

“I’m worth more than that.” 

He sighs like this is nearly too much to bear and goes for his wallet. You can’t help the smile that breaks out over your face. You nudge his foot back. 

“I’m fine,” you assure him. Then, aware of your risky move but unable to help it, you ask: “Are you alright?” 

“My ass is a little numb,” Kyle admits. 

“Thank God, I thought it was just me.” 

He stands again and this time holds out his hand for you. You take it, slipping your fingers comfortably through his own as he helps you up off the log and turns you  toward the fire, crowding against you with your back to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. The wind swells, knocking more leaves from the trees and causing the fire to flicker violently. You shiver against him, but this time it has nothing to do with the cold. 

“Ass feels better already,” he murmurs. 

“Glad to hear it.” A moment of silence passes. You should leave it alone—he’s said he’s fine, but there’s a vibe in the air, an unexpected one. One of change. Against your will, you ask again: “You’re sure you’re okay?” 

He turns you in his arms, eyes unfathomably dark in the dim lighting as he searches your face. “What am I doing,” he wonders, “that has you so scared?”

“Nothing,” you assure him. You look away, his gaze a little too intense. “I’m not scared.” 

“No?” 

“No.” 

“You should be. There’s a spider in your hair.” 

“I don’t believe you. You would have brushed it off.” 

“I hate spiders actually. I’m scared to touch it,” he says, forehead coming to rest against your own.

“You would have done it anyway, because—“ 

“Because?” His arms loop around your waist, pulling you closer. The fire at your back, leaves crunching under your feet, Kyle’s warmth at

“Because you’re that kind of guy.” 

His mouth, so full and soft, twitched upwards at the corners. He leans in and kisses you, doesn’t need to ask. Not when you want it so bad and it must be so obvious. He tastes like the caramel apple he’d eaten earlier, sweet and a little tart. It’s the first time you’ve ever kissed outside of practice. 

What does it mean? Does it—? 

He flinches, pulling back and batting at your hair. His voice is a little panicked when he says: “Real spider—real spider—“

Your combined shrieks can be heard all the way back up to the house. 

[shotmrmiller]

cbf!Price?!?!

You mean your older brother's even older friend?

You'd been born in the US to an American mom and a British dad; but his job moved you all back across the pond. New country, new school, new people--it had been hell for you and your brother. But the family next door were so welcoming, especially their only kid, John.

Who always called you 'sunshine', gave you piggyback rides at rugby matches so you didn't get lost in the crowd, and never said "Hello" but, "There's my favorite girl".

The same cbf!Price who was your scary dog privilege when you fell in love with the underground punk scene and wanted to go to the sketchiest concerts.

When he'd enlisted, you'd cried for days, but couldn't bring yourself to tell him why you were so heartbroken, no matter how many times he asked, brows furrowed with concern. "Its only a couple months, luv, then I'll be on post just down the road. We'll still have our weekends."

And he kept that promise, as much as he could, even after you moved out of your parent's home to attend university.

It was forever on the tip of your tongue; the words you so desperately wanted to say, had to bite back, otherwise they'd destroy that precious friendship....

.... I can only imagine the myriad of unfortunate ways he might accidentally hear you whispering his name and those words....

with my brash personality, im fucking him the day he's to leave for basic. js.

no regrets around here.

--

ohmygod! imagine him being captain now, and he brings you to meet the boys.

Johnny whistles low the moment he lays eyes on you. "Steamin' Jesus, Captain. Tha' yer friend? She single?"

John does not answer him.

Kyle is kind, sweet, and courteous. Suspiciously so. It gives John flashbacks of how he acts towards women he wants to bed.

Right.

Simon's just his big, quiet self. He's intimidating, but you're not afraid—after all, you grew up with your bully older brother and John.

John notices his eyes gleam when you talk at him, yes, at, because Simon doesn't respond. But he listens. And he's been listening a little too intently, staring at your dainty hands gesture animatedly.

That's enough, he thinks.

"Time t'go home, love." You pout but wave goodbye at the boys and head towards his vehicle.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak but John quickly intervenes, that unless he wants to start fucking pushing, keep his thoughts to himself.

"I'll see you all at base tomorrow."

On the ride home, you tell him that they were all very nice. John's grip on the steering wheel tightens and says that as nice as they are, they go through women more than they do magazines.

"Oh." Did he imagine the disappointment laced in your voice?

"Do you?" What?

"I don't do it often."

"Oh." He turns his head to look at you, but you're staring out the window.

His heart races and elation thrums through his veins. You definitely sounded upset. John looks straight ahead and speeds up to take you home.

His home.

There's only you for him, and if you won't take the first step, then he will.

--

side note: what if he didn't return those feelings? christ id eat my fucking phone. im running away!!! no one look at me how embarrassing!!! his eyes soften, and he's like, "Oh. I'm so sorry, love. You and I practically grew up together."

That really stings. And then he brings his little girlfriend over to meet you and your brother, and you stiffly shake her hand and go to your room to cry.

Someone softly knocks on your door, and you don't move to open it, just yell at whoever is at the door to fuck off in a warbly voice. John's muffled I'm sorry deepens the crack in your heart.

"'S'alright, John. I'll be okay."

You did this to yourself, anyway.

The marriage invitation comes in the mail and you tear it to pieces.

Since you were young, you dreamt of being Mrs. Price, but now, that's all it'll ever be.

A childish dream.

[bunnyreaper]

as the newest members of task force 141, captain price has to make sure you and kyle settle in okay.

(nsfw/18+, f!reader, dark fic, non-con, gun violence, non-con voyeur, reader beware!!!)

you and kyle are already laughing and joking, getting on so well as you enter the captain's office--both of you are in such a good mood neither of you notice the tension in his jaw, or the way he rises from his desk to lock the door behind you.

he asks how the two of you are settling in okay, bonding with the team, with each other.

the pistol is in his hand before either of you can blink, moving between the two of you.

price trains the gun on gaz, as he makes him command you to your knees. gaz tries to protest, but then the gun is placed on you instead.

his voice is shaky, but he complies anyway, urging you to your knees with so much sorrow in his eyes, because he already knows what's coming. and price is making him complicit.

you're still looking up at him with so much trust in your eyes, but he can tell you're trying to be brave knowing the gun is on you. the apology is in your eyes too.

price's voice is rough, sharp when he tells you to undo gaz's belt and you comply with shaky fingers, going for the button and zip when told to as well. "go on son, put it around her neck, yeah?" price gestures to the belt, and gaz's hold on it is unconvincing when it slips around your skin.

the next command tells you to push down gaz's boxers, and the young man speaks up once again, convinced price is finally gonna stop whatever game it is before it goes too far, but he doesn't. he just growls, pushes the end of the pistol closer to your head, and watches and waits as you peel down the fabric.

"jesus gaz, already hard for her, eh?" gaz swallows, the guilt and shame washing over him as his cock stirs to life against his will, and you're staring scared because the thing before you only keeps getting bigger. "make her take it."

soft eyes meet yours as the fabric around your neck tugs. you can see the clench of kyle's jaw, and an understanding passing through him. the quicker you both comply, the quicker this will be over. his directions aren't harsh, even as he pulls you closer to him, waiting for your lips to part willingly before he slides himself inside slowly. he can't fight the groan, you can't fight your instinct to suck.

under different circumstances, you would've been desperate for this, but already you can hear the grunts coming from your captain as he frees his cock from its constraints, and it makes you flinch.

"harder, gaz." price purrs, and something in the young man's eyes darken as his hips push deeper, driving his cock to the back of your throat. he doesn't relent, even as you gag and choke on his length.

every command from now on is not from price himself, but through gaz as his mouth piece. it's gaz being made to call you a filthy whore, gaz's voice telling you to just fucking take it. it's gaz's hands in your hair, forcing you deeper. the sweet man you were just starting to call a friend, turned into a monster before your very eyes.

"up." price growls to you, as he gives his instructions to gaz. gaz tugs on the makeshift leash, splaying you over the desk before him. your head hangs over, and price takes a seat in the chair next to you, his slick cock just inches away from you.

gaz is peeling away every barrier to your bottom half, when more commands are sent his way.

the pull on the leash tugs you up, just a little, so you can watch as gaz lines himself up at your cunt. when he mocks you for being wet, you can't help but cry, it only turning louder as he pushes himself inside you in one brutal thrust.

his eyes don't leave yours, and you're not sure if it's better or worse that way, but between each harsh thrust you can almost hear the chanting of his mind. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry."

but he's so deep, and it feels so fucking good, and price is forcing you to admit to it all as it leaves you in the form of spaced out babble. you're enjoying it, and you hate that you are, as you hope gaz hears your thoughts too, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry."

[t0rturedangel]

Hey ummm this is my first time asking someone to write soo sorry if it's not good.

Anyways 4 main x reader how would there first kiss be like (romantic, weird,messy ykyk)

Hope you have a good day

╭ . . . first kisses ੭

• ➛ main four x reader ( separate ) ╰ notes / warnings :: just swearing, also this might be a little ooc

STAN MARSH - ✮ •

━ your first kiss would be quite awkward with STAN since the poor boy is trying not to vomit all over you.

━ he'll probably just give you a quick - yet sweet - peck on the lips then vomit.

━ while it's really sweet its also kinda sad - mostly for stan- he set up a little date for the two of you just for his first kiss with you and it all went to shit when he felt the take away he ate a few minutes ago coming back up

━ still though you found it cute that he tried and comforted him as best as you could

" awh man- I'm sorry [ name ] " Stan mumbled, running a hand through his hair clearly annoyed with himself for vomiting at such an important time in your guy's relationship. You laughed softly " Its fine, Stan, honest " giving his hand a small squeeze you leaned against his side " really ? " he asked, still ashamed with vomiting nearly all over you " course " you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing a red blush to take over your boyfriend's face. He slap his hand over his mouth - again- trying not to throw up, as he stared at you, absolutely in love and bewildered.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ •

━ KYLE'S first kiss with you would be really romantic

━ Just like his buddy stan, kyle would make a date for your first kiss except it would be much more classy. While stan would probably order take out and watch movies with you for his date, Kyle would bring you to a restaurant ( probably in a suit as well ) and then walk you home after.

━ The kiss happened when kyle walked you back home, you thanked him and then pressed a kiss to his lips

━ Like i said, verry classy but still it was the best kiss of Kyle's life.

" Thank you for everything tonight kyle " you smiled, right after kissing him, it wasnt a short kiss nor was it awkward it was the most perfect kiss kyle's ever experienced. It felt so right to him and it must've felt right for you too. " I- uhm ... yeah dude? " he cursed at himself mentally for calling you 'dude' after such a romantic moment. Thankfully though you didnt seem offended, in fact you seemed to find it even cuter and funnier " Yeah . . . dude " you laughed, pressing another kiss, this time much quicker, to his cheek before walking home leaving a very flustered kyle behind. His legs were weak and wobblily, his face a shade of red that could easily rival his hair colour. He loved you so much, thats for sure.

KENNY MCCORMICK - ✮ •

━ your first kiss with KENNY would be sexual yet romantic, i mean come on its kenny.

━ The kiss would also happen right after you agree to be his girlfriend / boyfriend / lover or whatever. It would happen at your house, you two were hanging out after a date and kenny asked you the question when you answered yes he practically tackled you.

━ it would also lead to a make out, again how can it not?

━ now you have to pray that none of your guardians come in because, oh boy.

" Ken!- " you yelped once kenny paused his kiss for air, the blonde turned his head to the side, curious as to what you want " hm? yeah babe " your face was completely red " what if someone walks in and catches u- " Kenny cut you off with another loving kiss, his hands cupped your face " so ? now that you're mine i want everyone to know " he gave you a grin, you returning it " hahmm, fine " laughing kenny once more pressed his lips to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, enjoying the moment with him.

ERIC CARTMAN - ✮ •

━ God, i dont even know how to describe your first kiss with ERIC

━ it was probably to show that your his lover, so a jealousy kiss- its that or a kiss after you made fun of kyle

━ he'd be so proud of you if you made fun of him he'd kiss you right Infront of everyone- something he's never done and never will do again, nothing against you its just he hates people seeing him kissing you.

━ After that, all kisses are private, it was just a one time public kiss.

" Eric ! " you gasped as his lips left yours, you didnt even know why he kissed you since he told you at the start of your relationship that all kisses and affection would be in private and yet right now he kissed you. in front of quite a lot of people. " I- im just so proud of you baby ! " he (probably fake) sniffed, smiling " what ?- wha... is this because i yelled at kyle and told him to fuck off ? " cartman nodded and pressed more kisses on your cheek, a red blush on you face. Wow, was all of this just because you made fun of kyle for like a millisecond. Not gonna lie, it was kinda nice, you just gotta now make sure to return the favor of the kiss later.

[karlachismylife]

Temptation When I Look At You

Oh boy this actually was a struggle... I actually don't know why, because this is like the most Gaz response ever, but the situation and setting just weren't coming to me at all? I was actually so surprised that I couldn't think of at least ONE situation where this exchange could happen. Maybe because it just seems too single-track? Anyway, I don't feel like this is good, which is a great pity, cuz I wanted to do more Gaz :( But I hope it finds its enjoyers. I still put a lot of love for the pretty trixter boy into this. Might be self-indulgent and thus annoying... and honestly there's not much Kyle here... yeah, I'm just insecure about this one, but it is what it is, definitely couldn't do a better one. Next time maybe? And it somehow ended up being longer that Ghost's... I don't know what I'm doing.

CW: gn!reader, reader is bad with social cues (author is too and it probably shows), fluffy pining and awkward flirting for the pretty boy Kyle.

(Title from "Temptaion" by The Flirts)

also no it's not horny but i gave up on searching for an Elliot gif where he's not naked and accepted my fate

Not being good at flirting and reading it has never actually been that much of a problem for you. Sure, you've had your awkward moments, some downright embarassing, some midnight realizations a week later (ah so THAT'S what they wanted from me!) - but overall, it's not that bad. You're not completely oblivious and you can flirt back and forth, you can more or less tell someone's showing interest in you - or show it back. That has always been good enough for you.

Until you saw him.

You're not sure what it is about this guy in particular - yes, he is very, very handsome, but looks alone aren't usually enough to make you feel that enigmatic pull in your chest and the need to try and talk to the person that makes you feel this way. As you watch him across the tables of this fun boardgame event you came to with your friends, you feel more and more charmed. You can't even hear his voice as he talks to his game opponents from here, so it's not that either.

He just has an aura. A cheezy romantic film protagonist aura. The one the audience can't help but fall in love with and root for - the kind, noble, attentive, caring, respectful, charismatic, funny and cheeky modern knight aura.

You relay that all to your friends and they all turn around to look at the guy - they couldn't be more synchronized if they tried, and you facepalm hard, because you didn't even want to make a big deal out of it, but now of course he'll notice.

The thing is, you're perfecrly happy just basking in this sweet, slightly dizzifying feeling of this movie-character bloke's presense. It feels good, puts you in a dreamy state, and you don't need more - after all, this is just a vibe you mostly created in your head. Trying to get closer to the person probably will only destroy it since he's most definitely not a movie character. Why even burden a man with some expectations and ruin your own fun?

"Wanna go talk to him?" Right. Your friends aren't in on your inner peace with never getting to know the stranger you were so quick to idolize. One of them even motions with their head in the direction of the man, and if he somehow missed the little swan ballet your favourite muppets were showing earlier staring at him, he definitely notices the gesture now.

Curious brown eyes snap up, immediately locking with yours, and an absolutely charming, too sweet to be just polite, smile stretches on his full lips before he seemingly goes back to explaining something about a game card his rowdy-looking playmate is holding.

Damn, he really isn't helping you to shake the heart-shaped pink glasses off, is he?

"No," you can barely tear you eyes away, but you still see one of your friends blatantly grabbing your cards and going through them. The cards that are supposed to be your closed hand. "I'll be doing movie stuff tonight. Always wanted to try."

"What do you mean, "movie stuff"? Gonna ram into him holding a stack of papers hoping he'll help you pick them up?" Another friend does you a service and yanks your cards from the thief's hand, putting them back in front of you - not before looking at them, of course. Unbearable.

"Kinda, yeah. I mean, not that, but you know... stare at him, then look away as he notices... what else is there?" You sigh and put your cards back into the deck, exchanging them for a new hand. "I just wanna see if it actually reads in real life. What, you were never interested in how they manage to realize they're attracted to each other before exchanging a single word in the movies?!"

Several pairs of eyes blink at you silently, and you realize you asked the wrong people.

"The only movies I watch are fucking nature documentaries, babe, they use their noses and mating calls to figure this shit out."

"It's movie magic, normal people talk to each other, exchange numbers and then go on three awkward dates to leave with another girl from the third one."

"Why don't you just start going out with girls already-"

"But WHAT IF I'm not into them?"

"You made us watch six Resident Evil films just because they had Milla Jovovich in them, I'm pretty sure..."

You tune out in the middle of your friends' loving banter and find yourself shuffling the deck for too long as you stare at the victim of your affections. He's laughing and you can make the sound out as he pats his big buddy with a mohawk on the shoulder.

When he catches you looking again, you shift your eyes automaticly. Huh. Looks like you started your little game already. There's really no harm in trying to see how this movie magic holds up in real life, right? You're ready for your plan to lead nowhere. You're here for fun.

That's how you quickly realize just how bad you're actually at this. Watching him and hiding your eyes with a smile that actually lifts the corners of your lips naturally is not that hard, even if it makes you irritatingly distracted during the game - and therefore the punching bag of the evening, but the rest of this social play is harder than any strategy you're trying to pull to get a comeback in this round. As you have to draw another heap of punishment cards, you catch your movie guy smiling again, and you smile back - only to realize that he's actually listening to his other mate's story. Kinda embarassing, but you remind yourself this isn't supposed to lead anywhere.

And you'll never see this guy again, so just bear through.

Next time he actually walks past you - to get some more plastic chips they need for their game, and you follow him with your eyes - actually appreciating his physique in the process, damn, he really is good-looking - and run your hand over your hair in what you feel like should be subtle flirty manner. He notices, eyes narrowing with that smile again, and maybe - you're not sure, and that's how you remember why you actually don't get those fucking movies - nods at you. Or maybe he just moved his head in a perfectly natural way navigating the passages between tables.

"Pathetic," offers your friend a helpful constructive criticism as always. "Honestly painful to watch."

"What's painful to watch?" Ah, and there's the last piece of your friend group, late as always, plopping down on the couch next to you after they've successfully obstructed the view of your movie prince's ass.

"See that hot guy? Grey Henley? He's a lab rat for our dear one's flirting experiment. They've been staring at each other for the last fourty minutes like we're stuck in a bad porn opening scene."

"Why don't you just go talk to him like always?.." Before your lovable I-Don't-Know-What-Clocks-Are friend even finishes, everyone at your table lets out very sarcastic "Hmm", "I wonder why", "Ooh, there we go" and "Why did no one come up with this idea, huh?". Shitheads shoving you under fire.

"Because that's not the point! I'm not trying to get anywhere, I just wanted to see if-" you're forced to hush your own heated retort as the Hot Guy passes your table again. He probably noticed that - if that barely noticeable glance with a curiously raised eyebrow is meant for you, of course, and you suddenly feel flustered.

Social experiments are hard, man.

"I don't get it, but you do you, I guess, as long as he keeps distracting you so we can rob your bank." With a groan, you grumble that they are the worst friends ever, and get your head back into the game.

For about fifteen minutes, then you find yourself locking eyes with the guy again, watching as he leans to whisper something into the Mohawk's ear keeping eye contact with you for some reason.

Something shifts inside you when you see that big guy turn and stare at you with zero subtlty and a comfusing, too intense look. He earns a slap upside his shaven head from the movie guy and sticks his big nose back into their game, but the insecutiry lingers, slowly wiping your smile off your face.

What if you're actually coming off as weird? No, worse - what if they think you're too persistent? Maybe the movie guy tried sending you hints he isn't interested and you missed them all? That actually sounds quite realistic with your lack of understanding what exactly you're doing. And now you're annoying him to the point he has to note that to his friend. And you're ruining what is probably just a fun game night he wanted to enjoy with his buddies. And- oh that's why you always preferred to be direct.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did he flip you off or something?" Your own friends - actual treasures, no matter how much you all are roasting each other - get quieter too, turning (thankfully, not all at the same time this time) to look at the guy.

"No, no, nothing like that. I just think maybe you're right, stupid idea." You exhale, feeling better after a supportive pat on your shoulder. "Well, at least I can say I tried that method too, right?"

"Experience," notes the Milla Jovovich fan with a finger raised in the air and absolutely mentor tone right before beating your card with a heavy-hitter. "You had fun and that's all that matters. Now gimmie your cards, it says I can take three of yours of my choice, cuz you sucked ass."

You get over your short moment of embarassement rather quickly once you fully focus on your game - and you even win some back, ending up second-to-last. How did the late one manage to win, you don't know.

"Another round?" As you agree, they start gathering and shuffling cards, and you glance around, noticing that the free snacks table just got toped up with a fresh pastry basket.

"I'll go grab cookies, you want some?" You take your friends' orders for all kinds of stuff and squeeze along the narrow passages to get to the desired snacks.

It's as you're topping off your plate with a little hill of cookies, brownies an cinnamon rolls that someone's dark skinned arms with grey sleeves rolled up nicely come into view, pouring tea in a thermos mug.

"What's gotten you so shy suddenly? I thought we were having fun."

Your pastry Tower of Babel crashes and tumbles almost off your plate, resembling something more like a volcano eruption aftermath than a proper construction. You don't need to guess who that voice belongs to - honestly, that effortlessly sultry, teasing, movie star timbre can only belong to one person - but you follow the steam raising from his mug and are greeted by the smiling amber eyes you've been staring into half of the evening.

"Sorry, I was just... sorry for staring, that was inappropriate. Hope you have a nice game, still." An apology is due, you think, and you really hope he accepts it. He seems like a chill dude, the kind you don't want to upset because they just don't deserve it.

He deserves to feel good and be surrounded by people that make it happen.

"Hardly inappropriate, but thanks for the apology," he chuckles, and you hide your eyes in the baked ruins you're trying to fix before they fall onto the floor instead of reaching your friends. "Is that why you stopped looking? Or did you lose interest and I'm being inappropriate now?"

Since when did direct approach start making you so flustered? Isn't this what you're actually used to? "This" being actually asking normal questions, not standing so close to a movie protagonist that smells even better than all the fresh pastry on the table in front of you - tastes better probably, too...

"What was that?" He leans closer and you're on fire like a match, in an instant. Did you just say some of that out loud? Is he laughing? No, better question, is he mocking you? Because what you hear next is... "Oh, nothing, Kyle, I just said I couldn't stop eyefucking you because I want to kiss you so bad. Well, then ask me nicely for a kiss, pretty. After I take you out and learn your name."

And just like that, the scene ends, with the charmer back at his table and a piece of paper with his number on top of your crumbling cookie architecture.

Handwritten. Just for you. From Kyle.

"Did you really have to flirt with him over my brownies?" You don't really remember how you got back to your friends. Your cookies getting split between everyone as a tax for you taking too long.

"Props to the guy for saving you from yourself, honestly." Thermos cap filled with tea lands into your hand, the other occupied with the phone number. Finally, you blink, glancing over to Kyle's table - he winks at you, eyes crinkling. Not so subtle.

"Guys, you know, worst part is, I still don't get how this movie shit works..."

[imaginesheaven]

Reader x TF 141 x Alex – Being Alex’s twin headcanons

Disclaimer: Doesn’t quite follow the story of the campaign missions of MW and MWII.

Warnings: Curse words? I have no idea *haha*

 Being twins with Alex is the best thing that ever happened to both of you. Since you can remember you always have each other’s back and that fact will never change. He is your best friend and you are his for the rest of your lives.

Alex being a smug and teasing you that you are actually five minutes younger than him. Referring to himself as your older brother. You roll your eyes at him grinning.

“You might be older, but I got the good looks and intelligence~”

Laswell would never admit it out loud, but is more than glad to have you both as a dream team on missions. If it gets complicated she can be sure that you two will sort it out discretely to her satisfaction.

Your reputation made round on the home base very quickly. Since you and Alex tend to work either alone or only the two of you together the other soldiers keep their respectfully distance. Mostly of them are just too scared to embarrass themselves in front of the two of you making small talk.  

“This is a dangerous mission. I will give you my two best soldiers. Of course, under the radar”, Laswell offers Price as she hands out mission files, “Get the twins!”

“No need to yell, Laswell. We can hear you very loud and clear”, you reply grinning as you make your way towards her and Price with Alex by your side. Both of you are already prepared with all you might need for the mission.

Captain Price heard a ton of good talk about the two of you. If he would want two soldiers by his side fighting it would be you and Alex. One day he will get you two on his team. “(Y/N), Alex. Nice to see you two still alive.”

Gaz can’t believe his eyes as you stand in front of him. Words spread like fire around the base so he knows a lot of stories about the Keller twins. He can feel the nervousness pooling in his body hoping he wouldn’t make a fool out of him.

“That’s Sergeant Kyle Garrick”, Price introduces you since the young soldier can’t a single word out. “Nice to meet you”, you reply grinning giving him a wink making his knees weak.

“Got your back, Kyle”, saving Gaz’s ass non-stop and making him blush every single time. Price enjoying what friendships grows between the two of you, but would never admit it. Just rolls his eyes, “Kids, stop playing.”

Being flirty with all the soldiers is a kind of hobby of yours. You just love how the toughest men and women get weak knees and stumble over their words in your presence.  

Your tactic for missions is mostly the same routine. Alex has your back from the distance with a good sniper rifle, while you stir up the hornets’ nest with your beloved shot gun.

During missions Alex and you love to roast each other with counting how many kills you get. “I just saved your sweet little ass out there”, you can almost hear the grin on Alex’ lips. “Easy to say, when you keep your shitty ass out of the fight. Come down into this chaos then we can talk”, you reply taking another enemy out.

“Hey, Alex. Got your eyes on me? Look at that”, giving him the stinky finger laughing. Alex shaking his head grinning looking at you through the scope, “Very mature.”

Sometimes the two of you argue which of you are actually the unplanned kid since your parents did definitely not sign up for double trouble twins like you are.

You would also tease him so hardcore because his crush on Farah. It doesn’t take your twin skills to sense that there is more going on between them than just friendship. You wouldn’t even need words just grinning at him wiggling your eyebrows seductively at the worst moments ever.

“So… You and Farah?” – “… Shut up, (Y/N).”

Being multitalented like you definitely have its perks since you love how everyone underestimates you at first.

“Shit, a bomb and only two minutes to disarm it”, Alex’ eyebrows furrow in light panic. Grinning you roll up your sleeves, “Fucking finally. Thought I could never use this skill.” Farah and Alex staring at you in disbelief as you defuse the bomb without even a single problem.

Since you and Alex don’t see each other sometimes for months you always have enough time to learn something new to bring him out of his coolness during moments like this one.

“You are such a show-off”, your brother rolls his eyes and lets out a big sigh. This earns you the full respect of Farah. She had no idea what an amazing soldier and fighter you are.

Captain Price keeps asking you every single time you have a mission together to join his new Task Force 141. You feel honored, but decline as always with, “I am not quite ready yet.”

Until the day Alex goes M.I.A.

“Either you tell (Y/N) what’s going on or I will”, the mention of your name peaks your interest as you follow the rather loud voices. “This is none of your business! The twins are under my commando and I will do what’s best for them”, Laswell has actually no idea what the best will be for you and Alex.

“What the hell is going on?”, since they are talking about you it is your right to bring yourself into this conversation. The well-known feeling of anxiety hangs onto your shoulders. Something feels very off.

“I’ll wait outside, kiddo”, Price’s heart breaks for you as he leaves you alone with Laswell. It is you right to know what happened to your twin brother, even if it might break your spirit.

“Alex is missing. We don’t even know if he’s still alive”, Laswell tells you with no ounce of sympathy. It’s like she wants to rip of the band-aid as fast as possible. You know if there would be a chance to search for him she would have send you out already. Sometimes you despise to work under the radar.

Without a word you end the conversation and leave the room behind. Price waits outside for you like promised, “Kiddo.” You really appreciate him being there for you, but right now you only want to be alone.

“I am here if you need something”, Price lets you know as you keep walking. “Never saw you in the father role but it suits you”, Laswell folds her arms in front of her chest. She never had the connection to her soldiers like Price does and Laswell knows exactly she just lost you and your skills to Price.

It takes weeks for you alone crying and trying to get back into being a soldier. You even took it onto yourself to tell your parents that Alex will probably be announced dead in a few months. It breaks your heart to see them devasted like you are, but it’s still better that they hear it from you instead from Laswell.

You hate yourself that it isn’t you who went missing. Alex was the better one of you in everything even if you always act confident. So, how should you go on with your life without him?

Fortunately, the Task Force 141 would never give you up. Since you work often together on missions they kind of turned into a second family next to your own family and Alex.

“What a nice surprise”, Price greets you smirking as you enter his office. “Captain, I’m ready to join the Task Force 141”, you can’t be on your own anymore. You need the team as your back-up to find peace once again.

“You are more than welcome, kiddo.”

Since you celebrated the holidays with your family and Alex when you weren’t on a mission, you couldn’t come back home alone. So, you just seduced the team to go with you. Let me tell you it’s chaos, but in the end good chaos.

Your parents are not happy about you bringing random soldiers home with you. They still mourn Alex like you do, but life goes on. The awkwardness shifts into pure bliss within a few days.

The whole team including you help out on the farm with your father. It’s what you and Alex did every time you get home. You all bring life back into their life.

Your mother loves to cook for all of you. The boys can’t help but enjoy to be cared for a few days.

And you can’t get over the fact that Gaz is actually scared of the goats. He wouldn’t even get near to feed them. “Have you an idea how brutal they can be?!”, Kyle tries to explain. The rest of the team just laughs about his behavior.

Soap knows how to drive a tractor, but dear lord! He is actually an awful driver and would destroy everything on his path. “Get off, Soap. This is madness!”

None of the men would admit but they are more than happy to get back home with you for the holidays again.

Of course, they can’t replace Alex, but they are also your family now.

[ghostlythunderbird]

How they show their love ~ Task Force 141 

Pairings: Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, John Price X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Sugar (SFW), Little bit of Spice (NSFW), and everything nice!

Author Notes: My brain do be shutting down while writing these HCs but that’s ok cause a little violence and sleep deprivation never fully hurts anyone, right?

Simon “Ghost” Riley

So to start things off personally Simon isn’t one to really go out with his love due to his past but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t show his love in general. Simon’s love language is gift giving but he actually does it more subtly, in ways not many can see even when watching him do these things. 

Believe it or not but this big guy loves to leave small gifts in places that only you would know to look at. These small gifts include but not pertained to Candy, Favorite Drinks, a Single Flower, etc. If one day you have a headache/migraine and don’t have any pain meds, a random bottle of your preferred pain killers appear randomly in your backpack.

I’ll add this in but all of this starts once Simon starts to feel comfortable around you, maybe even trust you outside of a mission. It becomes deeper once you catch him in the act of leaving a candy bar you’ve been “Whining” about for the last week according to him. Having caught this looming giant in the act seemed to paint the picture that this guy isn’t as subtle as he seems.

You can’t help but smile seeing only small streams of who he really is. Of course you don’t want to make the poor guy melt into the floor in front of you, but he didn’t seem to stop you as you stepped towards him. Reaching up to touch his covered cheek you couldn’t stop the words pouring from your mouth “You know Ghost, I’m starting to think that heart isn’t as cold as you let on.”

John “Soap” MacTavish 

This man is a teddy bear when it comes to showing his unconditional love for you. His way he shows his love is not just with quality time but physical touch too, like good luck getting this man off of you when he’s home. Johnny just loves to be around you but he will respect your space if you say you need to take a break from him.

Another way this man will show his love is by pranking you, whether it be small pranks or full on scares you better be cautious of this cheeky gremlin.

His best one he’s done was him placing EVERYTHING in different spots and acting as if it was normal. The dishes are now in the refrigerator, the pantry food is now in the cupboard with your favorite snacks in the very top, all the frozen stuff is now in the sink on ice. It may be a small harmless joke but it was still irritating regardless, mostly because now you couldn’t find your snacks.

If you end up being a little angry at him he will cling to you afterwards asking for forgiveness “Come on Bonnie I thought it was funny.” Does this end up with apology sex? You're goddamn right it does.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Now this sweet human here I feel like is a mix between a few of the love languages, he loves to give you small gifts that he’s collected off of his missions. While he’s off on missions for months at a time he ends up having a whole bag to bring back to you consisting of necklaces, bracelets, clothes, and small trinkets that he would think you would love.

Kyle also loves to help you whenever he can, he often feels that if he can’t help with anything that he’s not doing anything productive. Even after you tell him you don’t need help he will give you puppy dog eyes until you decide there is something he can help out with. No matter how small the task is he will see it to the end.

His favorite thing to do is help you redecorate your shared flat. From picking out new paint to new furniture if something in the flat has lost its functionality he loves to be part of the whole process. If anyone says that they don’t like your style you choose, prepare to hold him back cause this man will fight for you.

John Price

All I can truly say what johns love languages are both Physical Touch and Quality Time and y’all can fight me on that. Due to his job he can’t be home as often as he would like so the best way to get around it is with phone calls and face time. Of course if our dear captain if feeling more wound up than usual its bound to end up with phone sex.

But once he returns home after however long your not gonna be leaving the bed for the first week. While yes this might be a different form of quality time and personal touch, it still is the basic form of him showing how much he loves and has missed you. After the first week though he will be more doting on you more than usual.

Weather its watching T.V., cooking, going shopping in town, he has a hand on you as much as possible. It also grounds him, reminding him that he’s returned home safe for now. As much as he would like nothing more than to be cuddled up on the couch with you in your home, he understands if you want to go out during his time home so he’s willing when you drag him off to who knows where.

Sorry if this is super short, my brain isn’t as functional today. But if you enjoyed this post please leave a like and a reblog!

[whorefortheevans]

Dating Frat! Kyle Spencer

Frat Kyle is one of my fav evans and i feel like there aren't enough works with him so i decided to make my own. enjoy :)

CW: all lowercase, not proofread

you probably met him at a frat party

which is fine, but i'm personally not much of a partier

so the way this plays out in my brain is that you were talked into coming by some of your friends

you don't know anyone at the party and your friends all end up going separate ways

so you just find the least crowded place in the house to hang out by yourself

and go on your phone pretending to be avidly texting someone

kyle sees you across the room and comes over to you with a drink in his hand

"thought you looked thirsty"

he really is very sweet

he's the kind of boyfriend who loves you more than he loves anyone

you only go to frat parties if he's going, and he always keeps you close to him

he lets you sleepover at the frat house

he's very protective of you, especially when it comes to his brothers

he will seriously tell off anyone who even looks at you the wrong way

when it gets cold out he lets you wear his jacket

he also lies about washing it because he likes that it smells like you and he doesnt want to wash that away

which is kind of gross, but its the thought that counts

kyle seems like the kind of student that has really good study habits

so when he invites you to study at the library, it's usually just him studying and you sitting with your legs across his lap scrolling on tiktok or something

his love language is quality time closely followed by words of affirmation

i think physical touch overwhelms him, and i don't think he would care about receiving gifts too much

lets not talk about his mother, but what i will say is he keeps his family life verrry separate from the rest of his life, including you

i think he prefers kisses over hugs idk why

he definitely says 'i love you' first

[ladyantiheroine]

Counting Cats

Summary: When Selina's dreams get too dark, Bruce is there when she wakes up. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 3.3k words

Tags: Cunnilingus, oral sex, hair-pulling, nightmares, night terrors, angst, fluff, smut, emotional hurt/comfort.

Author's Note: Companion piece to Vengeance Never Sleeps.

Her wrists were bound behind her. It was the first thing Selina noticed before anything else. A tight pain tied her hands together behind the chair she was sitting in. She tried to snap them apart, but whatever was holding her must have been made of metal or iron because it refused to break.

Selina lifted her eyes. The light in the room was dim, but there was enough to make out her surrounding. It was her old apartment. The one she lived in for years, plotting her revenge against the city that took so much from her. The place she shared with her best friend before…

“Selina…”

There was a voice in the dark. A familiar, feminine one. Selina lifted her chin and tried to search the dark for the voice’s owner. Then, gradually, the darkness began to show a figure standing before her. Selina recognized her immediately and sent a cold strike through her as quickly as a bullet.

When Selina spoke, her voice was a watery shudder.

“Mom?” she said.

Her mother looked just as she did the last time she saw her. She was dressed in her uniform for the Iceberg Lounge, more specifically, the 44 Below. A black miniskirt and a sparkly silver top. But then Selina saw something that almost made her sick. A ring of bruises around her throat, tight as a choker.

Selina’s voice came out in a choke.

“Mom…” she whimpered. “What are you…”

Just then, another figure emerged from the dark and stood next to Selina’s mother. Selina recognized her almost just as quickly. A red dress, pale blonde curls, a sweet face like a baby deer.

“Annika?” Selina said.

Her best friend emerged from the darkness and in the dim light, Selina realized with horror that Annika had the same choker of bruises around her neck, almost identical to those on her mother’s. Both women stood before her, their images shimmery, like from the static screen of a dying television set, their necks rings with very familiar fingerprints.

“Selina,” Annika said. 

Her voice was so achingly familiar that Selina felt her eyes well up with tears. 

“Annika,” Selina choked back a sob. “Mom…what are you two doing here?”

“You need to leave, baby,” her mother said.

“Now,” Annika said. “Run now.”

“I…” Selina struggled against her restraints. “I can’t…I’m stuck…”

“Leave now,” Annika said. 

“I can’t!” Selina cried.

She squirmed in her chair, bucking desperately against the cold metal chair she was stuck to. No matter what she did, nothing seemed to work.

“He’s coming,” her mother said. “He’s coming now.”

“Who the fuck is coming?”

At that moment, the apartment door started banging. It was on the far other end of the room, but Selina could see it shaking on its hinges. Whatever—whoever—was on the other side was trying to break in.

“Sweetheart…” a voice on the other side said.

The voice was like ice water pouring down Selina’s back. She recognized that voice faster than she recognized her mother or Annika. It was the icy, quietly cruel tone that had been buried into her head for years.

Her father, Carmine Falcone, was pounding against the door.

“No need to be scared, honey,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Selina’s mother shook her head.

“Don’t let him in,” Annika said. “Get away.

“How?” Selina screamed. “I can’t get out!”

Falcone pounded the other side of the door. Selina couldn’t even see him, but she could feel every slam of his fist against the door. All the while, the restraints on her wrists only seemed to tighten, making it even more impossible for her to escape.

Selina’s face was dripping with tears, her throat shredded from screaming helplessly into the dark. All the while her mother and Annika stood before her watching.

“Help me,” Selina sobbed. “Mom…Annika…”

“We can’t help you, baby,” her mother said, her voice soft as air.

“Leave now,” Annika said. Her voice darkened into a distorted glitch. “Before he gets you toooo…”

The lock from the door bust off and clattered against the floor. The door slowly creaked open and standing there was the silhouette of a tall, lumbering man. Falcone’s voice breezed into the room like an icy wind.

“There you are…”

Selina screamed and bucked against her restraints. Falcone took slow, patient steps towards her, something red shiny on his hands. All the while, her mother and Annika kept repeating, “Get out,” their voice growing louder and more distorted. Selina’s heart knocked at her ribs and her eyes grew blurry with tears.

Somewhere in the distance, she heard a voice whispering her name.

Selina...Selina...Selina… 

"Selina."

~

Selina shot up straight in bed to feel a hand on her. She snatched it up, her body kicking into fight mode and ready to pounce on whoever was interrupting her sleep. She narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth until she saw the hand's owner. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw her lover’s eyes looking back at her. 

Selina released a deep sigh.

“Kitten, you scared me,” she said.

Bruce looked at her for a long moment, his sleepy eyes examining her.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“No, you’re fine.”

She looked at her hand around his wrist. She was gripping Bruce so hard that her sharp nails were digging into his flesh.

"Sorry," she said. She let him go. In the pale light, she could see the punctured marks in his pale flesh where she'd dug into him. Bruce rubbed his wrist.

"It's okay," he said. 

He shifted closer to her on the bed. Selina took a moment to collect her racing thoughts and remind herself where she was. She was in the master bedroom in Wayne Manor, stripped down to her underwear and black oversized shirt she stole from the wardrobe. Right beside her was Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s dark knight.

His deep voice crawled to her from the dark.

“You were talking in your sleep,” he said. 

He leaned forward and brushed his thumb against her cheek. It came back wet and shiny. Selina used the back of her hand to wipe the tears drying on her face.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked. “What scared you so much?”

Selina’s chest tightened.

“No one likes hearing other people talking about their dreams,” she said. “I won’t keep you up.”

Bruce looked at her, then moved closer so his body was against hers. He hooked an arm around her waist and trailed his fingers down her back.

“I want to listen if it’s you,” he said. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Tell me.”

Selina looked at him for a moment.

“Bruce…”

“You’re there when I wake up in the middle of the night.” He nuzzled his forehead against hers, in a way that struck Selina as very kitten-like. “Let me return the favor.”

Selina released a long, sleepy breath. Her mind felt like a pool of dark sludge and she was squirmish to put her fingers back in.

“I was back in my old apartment,” she started. “I was stuck to a metal chair. Someone had…bound my hands behind me. I couldn’t get out.”

Selina gulped and Bruce stroked a gentle hand down her back. He kept his eyes on her with a patient gaze that said, keep going .

“Then all of a sudden,” she said. “I saw…two people in front of me. In the dark.” Selina felt something stuck in her throat like a cork. “My mother…and Annika.”

Something crossed Bruce’s eyes. Selina felt a new swell of tears threaten her eyes.

“They…they looked like ghosts. And there were these awful bruises on their throats…” She sniffled. “They were the most disgusting bruises I’d ever seen. And I could see the fingerprints and…”

Selina swallowed hard to fight back the sob crawling up her throat.

“They just kept telling me I needed to leave, but I couldn’t, and I tried to escape the chair but no matter how hard I couldn’t, and they just standing there telling me to get out now…”

At this point, Selina couldn’t stop herself. Her words were interrupted by a sob breaking her voice. Bruce pulled her against him and she buried her face in his chest. He gently stroked her hair while her tears wet his shirt.

“And then…” Selina said when her voice came back. “There was this pounding on the door. And…I heard his voice…”

She didn’t need to say who “he” was. Bruce nodded, the face of Gotham’s most infamous crime lord flickering across his eyes.

“Then…he kicked down the door…and he came right for me…” Selina was shivering and shaking. “And then I woke up.”

She sniffled and Bruce gave her a reassuring squeeze. He pressed a long kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s terrifying,” he said.

Selina nodded then wiped her face.

“Night terrors,” she said with a grin. “They’re a bitch, aren’t they?”

She said it as a joke, but Bruce’s face didn’t look amused. He placed a careful hand on her cheek.

“I know what you mean,” he said. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

Selina nuzzled into his hand. Ever since she started living in Wayne Manor, since she returned from Bludhaven and took up permanent residence in Bruce Wayne’s bed, she’d been woken up many times in the night by his night terrors. Bruce told her about the visions that filled his head at night, visions of his parents or others he failed to save in his outings as the city’s vigilante. 

“I know what it’s like to have a head full of ghosts,” he told her.

As for Selina, sleep had always been an elusive thing. She was a nocturnal creature, used to moving in the dark. It had been quite some time since she had any bad dreams since the Mitchell investigation. She’d started to believe that she was starting to shake it, that perhaps having Bruce on her side was having a positive effect on her. 

But after…that, she realized that she had merely buried those fears deep into the darkest parts of her brain. And now, they had been unleashed, leaving her shivering and shaking in the middle of the night.

Bruce hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. Selina listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his t-shirt. It gave her something to concentrate on, something to pull her away from the dark thoughts still flushing her head. Bruce stroked a gentle hand along the back of her head, careful as if she were one of her cats.

He kissed the top of her head.

“Can I help?” he asked. “How can I…make you feel better?”

Selina buried her head in his chest. Tenderness was not always Bruce’s strongest suit. He was used to keeping it all buried under his armor. But he was trying for her, trying to crack open that softer part of himself for her, and that thought warmed her.

“I’m fine, kitten,” she said. “I just need to get back to sleep.”

If she could get back to sleep. She still felt so shaken by that nightmare. Her head felt like a cold and dark place right now, one she hesitated to slip back into. If there was one thing she and Bruce had in common, neither of them could come back down to sleep too easily after a night terror.

Bruce must have known and sensed this because he started shifting from the bed.

“Here,” he said.

He moved his hand to her lower stomach, his fingers fumbling for the seam of the oversized shirt. Selina gave him a playful grin.

“What’re doing, baby?” she asked.

Bruce shrugged and pinched the seam.

“I want to help you sleep,” he said. He rolled his eyes up to hers. “I want to make you feel better.”

Selina’s heart squelched. Just months ago, she would have never suspected that the Batman could be so tooth-rottenly sweet. Bruce gently lifted the shirt so Selina’s underwear was exposed. He touched his fingers to the elastic seam at her waist. He brought his eyes to hers again.

“Can I?” he asked.

Selina bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, go ahead,” she said.

Bruce slid his hand under the seam. Selina shivered at his cold hands on her warm lady parts, but then his fingers gently slid inside her and she released a sigh.

“Baby…” she mumbled.

Bruce gently massaged his fingers inside, curling right at her sweet spot and sending little waves of pleasure up her body. Selina clasped her hand over his and Bruce planted little kisses along her neck.

“I love you, Selina,” he mumbled into her skin. “I want to keep you safe…”

Selina sighed as she felt something swelling inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Bruce, his dark blue eyes that looked at her like she was something precious, something holy.

“Bruce,” she breathed.

He leaned closer to hear her whisper.

“It’s not enough, baby,” Selina whispered in his ear. “I need your mouth down there.”

Something glinted across Bruce’s face. He nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “I can do that.”

Bruce pulled his fingers out and Selina tried not to wince against the lack of pressure down there. Her pussy was still wet and throbbing for release. Bruce’s two fingers that were inside her were shiny and wet. He pushed them both into his mouth.

Selina scoffed.

“Quit teasing,” she said. “Eat me.”

A small hint of a smirk crossed Bruce’s face. He popped his fingers from his mouth then leaned down to press his lips to hers. He brushed his lips from her mouth to her neck, down between her heaving breasts. He moved down the bed until his knees hit the floor at the edge of the bed.

Bruce pressed both hands to Selina’s thoughts and slowly spread them open. Selina swore she could see a hint of drool on his lower lip just from the smell of her.

“God, I love you,” Bruce sighed.

Selina bit her lower lip.

“I love you too, kitten,” she said. “Thank you for…all this.”

Bruce shook his head. He was sweet as sugar, but Selina also knew that Bruce would’ve done this even after a night of perfect sleep. She’d woken up several times in the morning to the sensation of his tongue between her thighs.

Bruce took her hips in his hands and pulled her down the bed closer. Selina yelped as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. He turned his head to kiss right below her knee, cupping her thigh in one hand. He kissed and licked down her inner thigh, tasting her skin on his lips. Selina dropped her head back and breathed a long, luscious sigh.

“Kitten…” Selina breathed.

Bruce moaned into her skin as he kissed down her thigh towards her entrance. From this angle, all Selina could see was the top of his head. His bedridden mess of dark hark. He cupped his hands on his thighs as he pressed his tongue inside her.

Selina moaned as Bruce massaged his tongue inside her. She instinctively reached a hand down to grip his hair. Bruce moaned and lapped at her with the ferocity of a hungry cat.

“Baby,” Selina sighed, threading her fingers in his hair. “You’re an angel…”

Her voice was soft and light as air. She moaned as his long, velvety tongue caressed her insides. Bruce loved the sounds she made, those soft, feline sighs of pleasure. He could listen to her for hours.

He’d done this for her many times, but this felt different. This wasn’t just about pleasure. Bruce wanted to pull the nightmares from her head and clean away the darkness that had turned to gunk inside her. Vengeance was working overtime and Selina’s thoughts turned to soup as his tongue worked inside her.

Her fists tightened in his hair, her nails digging into his skull. But the pain only seemed to spur him on further, because he pushed his tongue deeper inside her. There was a deep, hungry growl in his throat and he gripped her thighs tighter.

“Baby…” Selina whimpered. “Honey, Bruce, fuck… ”

The pleasure was so intense it was almost sharp. Selina gripped Bruce’s skull and pushed it deeper between her legs. She fucked his face until she felt a hot swelling inside, overtaking her body until she was a mess of sweat. Bruce sensed she was barreling towards the edge, feeling her dripping hotly on his tongue, and he savored every drop he could lap up.

Then, his lips closed around her clit and sucked. Selina tossed her head back and arched her back.

“FUCK!” she cried.

It hit Selina with a force of a glass bottle thrown against a wall. She fucked her hips into Bruce's face, her chest heaving up and down with every ragged breath until the heat swelled then slowly drained out of her.

Once the heat settled, Selina was left warm and light as a feather on the bed. Bruce lifted his face from between her legs. The bottom half of his face was dripping wet, his immaculate jawline shiny with her pleasure.

Bruce wiped his fingers along his mouth and then licked them. He licked his tongue around his mouth trying to get all of it.

“You taste so good…” he mumbled.

He crawled back onto the bed and pulled Selina into his arms. Selina’s body was in a warm, dreamy haze. She couldn’t even remember why she woke up in the first place. All she could feel was Bruce’sracing heartbeat against her ear.

Bruce pressed a kiss to the top of her head and squeezed his arms around her.

“Does that feel better?” he asked.

Selina grinned and buried her face in his chest.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “A lot better.”

At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open to a crack. Bruce and Selina prepared to pounce on whatever intruder had found their way into the private room, but then the creak was followed by a low meow.

One of the cats, a siamese called Sebastian, wandered inside followed by a flurry of his feline brothers and sisters. The whole clowder had moved into the manor with Selina and they frequently found ways to open doorknobs and sneak their way inside.

Selina giggled.

“Did mommy and daddy wake you up?” she cooed at them.

The cats all came crowding into the room, jumping up on the bed and sniffing around. Bruce reached for one of the cats, Clementine, and cradled her in his arms.

"Mommy's having a hard night," he whispered to her, then kissed the top of her nose.

In minutes, the whole feline family was crowding on top of the bed. Bruce and Selina could move an inch or risk pushing any of them off the bed. Selina grabbed a white Persian cat she called Salty and snuggled him in her arms.

“They must have known you were having a bad night,” Bruce said, a small grin on his face. “Wanted to see if their mommy was okay.”

Selina petted her fingertips atop Salty’s head.

“Mommy’s just fine,” she said. Her eyes flickered at Bruce. “Especially with daddy here.”

Salty untangled from Selina’s arms and Bruce pulled her close again.

“If you can’t sleep,” Bruce whispered to her, his voice already dipping back into slumber. “Just wake me up.”

Selina pursed her lips and nodded.

“In the mean,” Bruce said, then yawned. “Just try counting sheep.”

One of the cats crawled up to him and pressed a paw right on top of his cheek. Selina giggled.

“Or counting cats,” she said.

The cats all curled up along the mattress. They mewed and meowed throughout the night, the sound a lullaby for two sleeping vigilantes.