#i probably missed a few but e h

[nanamiluvs]

can you do nsfw alphabet for gallagher? :3

just yes omg gallagher is so ngh... like someone commented on my last gallagher post, i want him and wriothesley to tag team me idc

gallagher nsfw alphabet !

pairing : gallagher x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.4k

warnings : smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, not beta read, reader is called "miss" and "baby" and "good girl", reader is smaller than gallagher in size, size kink, cum play, slight pet play, come eating, gallagher likes to torture himself, manhandling, praise kink, choking, spanking, gallagher eats pussy like a champ, face-fucking, very slight hair pulling, begging, mentions of creampies, overstimulation, teasing, so much teasing

a : aftercare

gallagher is not the biggest practitioner of aftercare, he'd much rather you two just lay down in a mess and leave the cleaning to later. but he's an acts of service type of man. if you want to be cleaned, he will clean you. if you want to be held, he's cuddling you already. gallagher can do whatever you want to do the point it comes off as weird, but really, he's fine with whatever you like. he wants whatever you want. this man can eat his own cum out of you with pleasure for fuck sake.

b : body part

gallagher loves how big he is. he knows his frame is large, wide shoulders and a build adorned with hard muscles. he acts like he's not aware of it, but he loves how you fit in his bulky arms. for you, gallagher loves anywhere he can grab or run his hands through: your waist, your tummy, your thighs, hips, throat- anywhere, really. to be honest, it doesn't matter but on a surface level, gallagher seems to be the type to prefer a heavier body.

c : cum

gallagher is messy and i mean it. he likes to see a mess on you or himself, he doesn't care, just make a mess. he loves to see his cum dirty your body, sprayed across your tits and stomach or seeping out of your cunt. his cum has an off-white color, thicker in density and he cums a lot. you don't know how it's possible, but the man just doesn't stop cumming. he loves to smear his cum too, even more when you scold him for it, laughing like a little boy.

d : dirty secret

gallagher is not shy, but the idea of wanting you to put a collar on him and treat him like a dog, is a little embarrassing. if you ask him to, he'd say something like 'eh, whatever you want, miss' and oblige. it's definitely not as if he's so fucking hard he's turned on by it, he just wants to go along with your requests.

e : experience

gallagher is probably quite experienced. his job is quite stressful, so why not let off some steam with some hook ups here and there? he's not one to judge you whether you're experienced or not, he simply thinks of his experience as an advantage to pleasure you. he knows what he's doing and he knows it so well.

f : favorite position

gallagher has no set favorite position since this man finds joy in throwing you around. sex with gallagher never finishes in the same position as it started, he will find a way to manhandle you to his whims. probably likes g-whiz, table top and upstanding citizen a lot. get used to him moving your body and handling you into another position he wants because he loves doing it.

g : goofy

gallagher is, most of the time, very laid-back during sex. there are times he's more serious, but usually it's him cracking a few jokes here and there. he doesn't see sex as a necessarily romantic thing- gallagher is someone who prefers to fuck rather than to make love. he's extremely cocky too, so much that you'd want to punch his grinning face in with your fist, but well, that's gallagher for you.

h : hair

gallagher definitely has a happy trail and i don't care what anyone else says. he's probably hairy down there, he doesn't let it get too wild since that bothers him but don't expect to see a completely bald surface. he likes it if you're more on the hairy side as well. for gallagher, the messier, the better when it comes to sex.

i : intimacy

gallagher, like i said, doesn't view sex as strictly romantic. he's often teasing you, dirty words spilling through his lips as he fucks you into utter bliss. this man fucks like he has no respect for you. the other times he's on the intimate side, gallagher can't help but smile fondly as his hips roll into yours, arms wrapped around your body with his low voice whispering in your ear. it's so unfair, how he can pull off both with ease.

j : jack off

gallagher probably jacks off once or maybe twice a week at max. i imagine him doing it after work, before he gets to sleep. he mainly does it to destress. i also imagine him wanting to see you masturbate, rough and calloused hands palming his clothed groin as he watches you pleasure yourself. he will not touch you unless you're done, cunt all wet and messy for his thick cock to fill up. and fill up, he will.

k : kink

gallagher is honestly the kinky type.

‎ ‎ ‎ begging : gallagher wants to see you beg. beg to cum, beg for him to finish inside you, beg for him to fuck you, beg and beg and beg. he finds it so arousing, the way you can go so vulnerable for a man like him. he's a meanie, too, making you beg for anything.

‎ ‎ ‎ choking : gallagher would hate to hurt you, but sometimes he can't help but wrap his hand around your throat as he fucks you. he's never too harsh, he knows how strong he is, his touch is more like a reminder of his presence. his thumb plays with your lip before he leans in and kisses you. he also absolutely loves getting choked by you, your smaller hands wrapped around his neck as you ride him, a teasing grin on his face as he struggles to breathe. he says you don't need to worry about going overboard as he can simply stop it if you do so. trust me, he doesn't want to.

‎ ‎ ‎ overstimulation : gallagher hits me as the type to be able to do it for hours on end, obsessed with making you cum over and over again before burying himself inside. he loves fucking you silly, your whining and moaning sound like music in his ears. loves overstimulating himself too.

‎ ‎ ‎ praise kink : gallagher has a praise kink. it's frustrating at this point, the way he can get you to do anything with that stupid smirk on his face and whispers of his, praising you for everything you do. so much that you want to choke him, yet he's just so sickeningly sweet with his words. anything you do well, he will praise you for it. he turns it into a game of whether you'll get his approval or not, going as far as making you beg and crawl for it, and then praise you for how well you've been. 'y'can do it for me, can't ya? good girl.' he can get you to do almost everything he wants with the providance of praises. likes to be on the receiving side on the times he's on the submissive side, often begging for praises during it. 'ah, i've been a good boy, right, baby? right? come and sit on it, please.'

‎ ‎ ‎ size kink : gallagher wants to tower over you. he wants to hold both of your wrists with one hand. he wants to see how small your hands look compared to his larger ones, he wants to see those big fingers of his slowly disappear inside your pussy, filling you like a dick would. yet it's not even close enough to the feeling of his cock, so big and heavy and just too much. he smiles and pushes further inside, relishing in how much you struggle to take him. how many times has it been? are you still not used to his length? he teases as his frame wraps around yours with your back pressed against his chest, enveloping you with all the warmth radiating from the man. he loves how he's just so big compared to you.

l : location

gallagher cares little about things such as locations. if there's a surface, he can fuck you. he has no shame, he can and will do it everywhere you want him to. obviously won't force you if that's not your thing, happy to oblige in the privacy of your own home. the location really doesn't matter to him, because at the end of the day, it's your walls wrapping around his cock so deliciously.

m : motivation

gallagher has a high sex drive, so i think he doesn't need much additional motivation. but your reactions would be the biggest motivating point for him to continue, in love with the way you whine when he rubs your clit or the way you squirm under his hands as he caresses your body. he will go to heaven and back just to hear you moan in ecstasy. would get hard again at the sight of his cum seeping out your folds.

n : no

gallagher most likely wouldn't have a strictly negative opinion on anything. he's a firm believer that everything can be tested but he's not a fan of the idea of physically hurting you with knives or other sharp weapons.

o : oral

gallagher eats pussy like a craved man. it's either him holding you down by your thighs as you sit on him or your plush thighs threatening to crush his skull when he goes down on you. you may think he does it to pleasure you, in reality, you couldn't be more wrong. he eats you out because that's what pleasures him, the taste of your juices along with the melodies your moans sound like in his ears. he grows so hard it's unbearable, yet no, he won't stop to fuck you for real. his hips grind against the bed, dick aching with need in his pants, low moans spilling from his mouth as his tongue laps your slick. his stubble grazes your lips as his jaw moves, your hips desperately chasing the friction. he also loves pushing your head down on his length, watching you gag and choke around his thick cock as you struggle to take him in. he enjoys eating you out but also face-fucking you, although not as much as the former. his grip on your hair tightens as he gets closer to coming, your saliva and his precum mixing before he buries his cock in your mouth, cum spilling down your throat. he will definitely pull out if you don't like the stretch.

p : pace

gallagher has such a rough pace that it's intoxicating. his hips slam into yours so heavily, you can feel his whole body with the way he thrusts inside of you. he's not slow too, you wonder how he does it. each thrust fills your insides with vigor, groans coming from his mouth. his hips fasten as he comes close to finishing, and that takes quite the long time, the sensation overwhelming.

q : quickie

gallagher absolutely enjoys quickies and no one can convince me otherwise. he thinks they're just so useful for getting one out of his system with the load of his work. though most of the time, he prefers having his time with you.

r : risk

gallagher is probably open with taking risks when it comes to sex. anything you wanna try, he's alright with it- truly a gentleman.

s : stamina

gallagher can go on for multiple rounds on end. you don't know how he does it, he just cums and cums and cums until there's nothing left in his balls, yet it repeats all over the next day! his stamina is probably one of the highest of the star rail men.

t : toys

gallagher can use anything that makes the act more pleasurable for the both of you. it's usually him asking you to try out some new toy he got from who knows where.

u : unfair

gallagher is such a bully. he does nothing but to tease you and rile you up, he just can't shut up for one second! he makes fun of how you're so easily crumbled, how you must have no shame with the way you beg for his cock, how you turn into mush the moment you take his tip. he says all of those with a stupid smirk on his face that only widens when you scold him for it. he enjoys seeing you get teased and all shy so quickly. you want to bite him, punch his face as he keeps not shutting the hell up, his large palm coming down to slap your rear from behind as he laughs at you. 'what's that? oh? you think i'm too mean, miss? how cute, you know you love it.'

v : volume

gallagher is not the most vocal during sex but definitely not quiet. he's more of the groaner and grunter type instead of moaning. you can still make him moan, though, just ride him with your hands tight around his throat and listen to him singing.

w : wild card

gallagher likes how painful it is to have a boner. he leaves his pants on for the sole purpose of feeling his dick stretch against the fabric, begging for release. it hurts so much yet he loves the feeling, cockhead too sensitive and weeping by the time he frees it. he likes it when you sit on it, not putting it inside you but just sitting on it, forcing it to cower as you rub yourself along his length. likes it when you squeeze the shaft so tight that he can't help but curse. gallagher loves the pain if it's because of you.

x : x-ray

gallagher has the biggest or second biggest cock in all of star rail. he's just sooo large, longer and has so much more girth than average. it's a tan color fading into a furious red in the tip. it's so easy to get precum oozing out of it. definitely has thick veins sticking out here and there that you can feel inside of you. he knows how big he is yet he acts like he doesn't.

y : yearning

gallagher doesn't need to have sex that much but definitely wants to. it's okay if you don't want to, he can just rub one out if it's so urgent and nothing if it's not. likes to do it with you almost every day to every other night.

z : zzz

gallagher probably has problems sleeping, i mean, have you seen this man? so when it's night and you're in your home, it's when he falls sleep the most easily. he doesn't want to let you go, his big arms wrapped around your body as he pulls you into his chest, spooning you as if he was a little kid and you were his favorite toy to sleep with.

reqs are open !

i mainly write for jjk, hsr and genshin ✩

[silencesscreams]

"is there any chance i can fix this?" where james and reader are best friends since birth but he begins to pull away and spend less time with her in favor of the boys, so she just cuts him out of her life and after a while he doesn't know how to deal with it anymore. hiiiii

sad beautiful tragic

james potter x fem reader (angst)

a/n: sorry about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language (also i’m pretty bad at writing angst but i tried my best) also immediately thought of the title because of the taylor swift song, so hope you don’t mind the association. also the first kiss part came to my mind because of a tiktok i saw a few weeks ago but i don’t really remember who’s it was to credit them

warnings: friendship distancing, kissing, fighting, cursing, a bit short (sorry), happy ending

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please”

you knew james potter and he knew you. knowing meaning comprehending each other, meaning that you stood by each others side for as long as you can remember.

he was your first friend. he was your neighbor and you both grew up together, it was expected that you both would know each other better than anyone.

sure, it felt different when you both started hogwarts and suddenly he had new friends, but so did you. you spent the time you could together, always saving a bit of your days for each other.

during the sixth to seventh year summer vacation, he had spent the whole summer with you, you both would hang out all the time.

until he kissed you.

it was the last day of summer and you both had spent the evening in his room. you were talking about a book you had been reading recently and he listened quietly, like it was the most interesting thing he had ever heard of. until you paused for a brief moment and he moved closer to you. you were sat on the floor with him, the carpet tickling your legs as you played with the fluffy yarn under you.

“honey” he said, you looked at him, doe eyed waiting for him to continue. “a phrase. two words, six letters, two vowels. guess.” he said lowly whilst looking at your lips. your mind went blank.

one vowel for each word. you still didn’t get it.

“what are the vowels?” you whisper back, he smiles.

“i and e” he answers, not taking his eyes from off of you for a second. you knew.

“kiss me?” and so he did. his lips met yours abruptly, his hands grabbed your hips and yours went straight to the back of his neck. it completely changed the way you ever saw him, hell, it completely changed your expectations to a kiss. it was better than anything you’d ever experienced and you loved it.

when you got back to school, it seemed like he didn’t do that, actually, it seemed like he didn’t even talk to you the whole summer.

sure, he did casually say hello in the halls and you might’ve shared one or two conversations, but what the hell? he kisses you like that and expects you to just forget about it? that was the most fucked up thing anyone could’ve done. as the semester went on, your mind was absolutely torturing you over that kiss.

it made you overthink every single thing you ever did around him. but maybe he didn't have time, maybe he was really busy with his studies and quidditch, right? that was probably it.

he saw you every once in a while, said an awkward hi or whatever that thing signaling head thing he did was.

the crush you had developed for him didn’t help at all. it made you crave his presence in your life, even now that you hated him more than you ever thought you possibly could. you missed his pet names for you, ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ sounded so amazing coming out of his mouth.

but from the moment he started to ignore you, you decided he was absolutely done. he was never going to see a smile coming from you ever again, he was never going to get another hello, nothing. james potter didn’t deserve a single thing from you.

your friends agreed. they thought he was a piece of shit and said you should’ve cut him off a long time before.

life went on without him, you barely thought about him. your studies were going well, everything was great.

christmas break came up and when you saw james at the train station, you were pissed. you knew he was going to be there for christmas dinner, he was always invited alongside with his family. you didn’t know how he was going to act then, was he going to pretend it never happened?

when you got home, your mother instantly started asking you what you wanted for dinner and you were glad to be home, you just hated that he was in the house next to yours.

a few nights after you both got home, you were invited for a date by steven, who worked at a bookstore near the city park. you said yes, he took you to see a shitty movie and tried to kiss you after dropping you off at your front porch. you dodged it and gave him a good night kiss on the cheek. james saw it all.

once the date left, you heard him yelling from his porch:

“who’s that?” you ignored him and went inside, sure, you weren’t going to see steven again but james didn’t deserve to know that.

on christmas day you went to the potter’s for dinner, your parents insisted for you to go, even though you tried to fake being sick. sirius was there too, you politely greeted all of them and didn’t bother to answer james’ “hey”.

when you sat at the side of the living room table james sat next to you, even though that wasn’t his usual seat. you played with your dress awkwardly and ate less, being there was making you so irritated you lost your appetite.

after taking a bite from your dessert, you thanked euphemia for the food and told your parents you were feeling a bit sick and that you were heading home, telling them to enjoy the rest of their night.

as you were opening the door to head out, you heard footsteps behind you. you knew james was there and you had no interest to talk with him.

“don’t” you simply stated, stepping out and shutting the door lightly on him, he followed you during the small walk between both your houses.

“hey!” he shouted, trying to get your attention. you were about to shut the door to your house on his face, but he held it with his foot, going into your house.

he pulled you by your wrist but you tugged it away from him.

“don’t touch me!” you shouted at him, staring into his eyes for the first time that night.

“now you can talk to me, huh? ‘the fucks up with you?!” he shouts back, brows furrowed. you couldn’t believe him, what a fucking nerve he had.

“whats up with YOU?!” you step closer to him, throwing your keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. “you’ve ignored me for the whole semester and now you wanna talk?” he had never seen you like this. you had never been this angry at anyone or anything around him.

“i’m sorry?” he had no reaction, he knew he was wrong, he just couldn’t deal with it. with anything. he didn’t know what to do after he kissed you, he couldn’t handle any of it. he knew that if he spent more time around you he would fall harder, he couldn’t risk it.

“i’m sorry! now that you don’t have anyone else near for you to talk to, i’m worthy of your attention? i’m so lucky, right?!” your eyes started to tear up, but you held it in, he was not getting to see you cry.

“honey, i’m sorry i didn’t talk much with you these past few months, but i tried to speak with you tonight and you didn’t even bother to answer me!” he ran his hand through his hair, looking at you as you sat down on the couch, staring at your hands.

“you didnt even look at me. the entire fucking night. one lousy ‘hey’ is not trying to do anything” he handed you a piece of paper, it was crumpled up in his jeans’ pocket. you knew he was bad with words, but the paper was written front and back. what was he even trying to do? did he think a letter was enough to fix the damage he had done?

“really? you’re a little too late for this, don’t you think?” you said, looking at him angrily.

“fine, don’t read it then. just keep it, okay?” he knew you were about to cry. it was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

“you don’t get to do this to me, james” you hold back tears once you say it.

“i know, honey, i know” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you try to not melt because of his touch. he kisses you, but this time you pull away.

“no. don’t do this to me” you say, a single tear streaming down your face, he wipes it off but more tears just keep coming

“im sorry, im so sorry for everything i did and-“ you interrupt him.

“could you just try to listen?!” you shout, pulling away from his touch again. “what makes you think that i want this? after all you did, better, all that you didn’t do?! you kiss me and expect me to forget about it? expect me to be okay with you ignoring me all the time just because you kissed me again? i can’t be okay with any of this unless you actually explain to me what happened. i really try to understand you, but all of this doesn’t help!”

“i love you” he says “i have loved you all my life and i didn’t know, after i kissed you it all hit me and i couldn’t trust myself around you anymore, i didn’t want to hurt you so i pulled away, i just didn’t know it would hurt you more like that. i’m sorry, but im here now and i want to show you how much I do love you” he pauses and sits next to you on the couch.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please” he wipes the tears from off your face again. you knew he meant it, you just didn’t know how to trust him again.

“i don’t know” you whisper, looking into his eyes, you had never seen him look this sad. you wanted to trust him, you really did, but how could you? how could you know he wasn’t going to pull something like that again?

you couldn’t be sure of anything, you could only hope for the best and be careful. so you gave it a shot.

“come here” you say lowly, pulling him in for a hug. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and gave you small kisses.

“i’m so sorry, baby” he whispered.

“i know” you whisper back, he looks at you and gives you quick kisses all over your face. you can’t help but smile.

it was going to take a while for you to trust him again, but you knew you could.

[d3arapril]

ᡣ𐭩 video girl | p.b

paige bueckers x reader | part of the invisible string series summary: paige sends you a tiktok she wants to recreate. it'll just stay in her drafts and definitely won't somehow reveal your relationship... right? word count: 1.6k warnings/tags: suggestive content, cursing, allusions to smut but you don't get to see it :p, 2 h*rny in love stupid idiots, that's probably it honestly requests welcome and reblogs & feedback appreciated! :*

It took Paige approximately 10 minutes to reach your house, feet subconsciously taking her on the route she knew so well. When she arrived, she didn’t hesitate to reach into the small pocket of her wallet and take out the spare key to your house, always in easy reach. Like second nature, she slipped it into the lock and let herself in, the familiar creak of the door announcing her arrival. 

She slipped off her shoes by the doormat then rounded the corner toward your lounge like she belonged there—because she did.

Your mother had known from the very beginning that Paige was special. The first time you brought her over to do homework after school, she knew you'd both go far together. A few months later, she had handed Paige that spare key with a smile, saying, “You’re both just inseparable; our home is yours.”

Today was no different.

When she spotted you sprawled lazily on the couch she launched herself at you, her body colliding with yours.

"Hi," she grins up at you from where her head was resting on your stomach, legs awkwardly hanging off the edge of the couch.

"Hi you," you murmured back, hands slipping under her arms to pull her closer, until your chests brushed and your noses nearly touched. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," Paige whispered, her voice soft as her eyes fluttered shut, savouring the closeness. "Feels like forever since I saw you."

Reluctantly, you broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to sit upright. "Alright, let's get this video done," you said, shaking your head with a smirk. "Then I promise, you can kiss me all you want, anywhere you want."

Paige groaned playfully, but she was smiling as she sat up beside you. "Deal," she grinned, reaching to grab her phone from her back pocket. "Anywhere, huh?"

"Ready?" Paige asks, looking up at you with a smile that makes you feel like the center of her universe. Her left hand rests on your hip, while the other grips her phone. You're comfortably seated in her lap, her back against the cushions of your couch she'd grown so familiar with over the years.

"Mhm," you murmur, nodding as your hands rest atop her shoulders. "So, I just… feel you up?"

Paige’s eyes gleam as she looks up at you, nodding with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Yep, no complaints from you I'm guessin'?” she teases, Without thinking, you give her shoulder a playful slap, grinning at her.

“Fuck you,”  You laugh, but she was right. You hadn’t seen each other since Azzi’s camp and, although that was only two days ago, you were dying to get your hands on her again. Your girl. 

Paige's grip on your waist tightens as though she'd read your mind, fingertips pressing into the exposed skin beneath your shirt. "'Kay," she says, her voice soft and a little breathless as she looks up at you over her phone. "3... 2... 1..."

The song begins to play from her phone and she mouths the words perfectly, phone angled up slightly. You're just out of the shot, a peek of your knee tucked beside her just visible if you squint. Your hands travel down from her shoulders and across her chest, back up to her neck where your hands rub at the nape, fingers entangling in her hair to give a soft tug.

Your hands traverse to her face, palms caressing her cheeks and fingertips brushing against the apples. Your left hand moves down, fingertip dragging across her bottom lip. Paige's eyes flicker down, temptation getting the better of her as she darts her tongue out to lick, song quickly forgotten.

The music cuts off, silence hanging in the air. Paige's chest is heaving, eyes wide as she licks across her lips; almost as though she's savouring the taste of you. She stares at you, brows raised as her brain catches up with her.

"Damn," she finally breathes out, her voice barely a whisper. “That was…”

“Hot?” you finish for her, curious as you try to catch a glimpse of the finished video looping on her screen. Paige makes a noise of agreement in her throat as she pulls you closer, free hand resting on your ass when your chest presses against hers. With the phone held up between you, you both watch the video play out.

She looks so good, of course. Her cheeks are flushed, slick bun a little loose at the back. You hadn’t expected it to be so provocative, especially when you see Paige lick at your finger. It makes your entire body burn up, fire starting in your tummy.

Paige shifts below you, her eyes flicking from the screen to your face.

“I like that part,” she hums appreciatively, her blue eyes focused on the pout of your lips. “Might save this for later.”

You smirk, leaning in just enough to brush your lips against hers. “Why save it for later when you can have it now?”

That’s all the encouragement Paige needs.

Her phone is quickly abandoned on the couch as both her hands find their way to your ass, squeezing possessively as she pulls you in. “I’ll have it now and later,” she murmurs against your lips, licking into your mouth like she's desperate.

She was.

You're not exactly sure how long you and Paige spent lost in one another on the couch, but you know for sure that if your mother ever found out what went down, she'd probably make you scrub the cushions for the next three years straight.

“Hungry,” is all you can utter from on top of Paige. You’re both a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty skin, chests heaving as you attempt to collect yourselves. 

"Yeah,” Paige croaks, her voice hoarse. “Let’s order. Pass me my phone.”

You groan as you push yourself up and off your girlfriend's body, sitting up to survey the mess of clothes strewn across the floor of the lounge.

“Where is it?” you ask, beginning to root through said mess. Paige shrugs, boxers hanging incredibly low against her hips as she slumps against the couch, hands attempting to fix her messy, no longer slick back hair.

It takes a few minutes of searching, your hands digging through the pile of clothes and rummaging around the sofa, until you finally spot her phone tucked between the cushions.

“Ah!” you exclaim, holding her phone up in achievement and chucking it in her direction.

“Fuck,” she curses, tone sharp enough to make you freeze in the middle of pulling up your shorts.

"What?"

Paige doesn't say anything, just continues to scroll rapidly on her phone until you've snatched it away from her.

You're faced with comments, thousands, on THAT video.

il0vepb | girl did management approve this ucongirlie | WTF 💔💔 WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS PAIGE 💔 us333rn4me | Who the HELL is that!!!!! tiktokuser0202 | PAIGE MADISON BUECKERS?! 😧 pbucketsstan | bro that's definitely @.username look at the nails

"Paige?!" you exclaim, voice tinged with amusement. "You fucking posted it?"

"Obviously I didn't mean to!" she throws her hands up in defence, attempting to mask the growing smile creeping onto her lips. "It must've posted when we were... y'know."

You're torn; half of you wants to scream at the top of your lungs and the other half wants to break into hysterics. Instead, you do neither. You sigh, dropping down onto the couch beside Paige's feet. Even in times like this you feel the warmth of her presence beside you.

"Can you tell it's me? Do we need to make an apology video?"

You can already see it now; both of you sat against a white wall, solemn looks on your faces as you apologise for the inappropriate video and talk about how you're both in the public eye and should be more aware of what you post. Maybe Paige will even get out a ukulele-

"Why the fuck would we do that?" Paige interrupts your train of thought, foot nudging against your leg and snapping you out of the scenario playing in your mind.

"I don't know!" your hands rub at your eyes, almost as though if you rubbed hard enough you could reach into your brain and pretend this never even happened. "We've literally been together for five minutes and the whole world already knows!"

You catch Paige's nonchalant shrug in your peripheral. She reaches out to rub your arm in comfort. "What's the big deal? Let 'em know, right?"

Your shoulders drop as the tension slowly leaves your body. She’s right, and you know it. People have been assuming you were together for ages—this just made it official.

"But..." Paige mutters, leaning over to grab her phone. "I'll probably delete it anyway. Editors will have a field day with this shit."

You sit in silence for some time, picking at your nails as you listen to Paige tapping away at her screen, muttering the occasional frustrated sigh. After a while, she flips her phone around to show you. On the screen, a message from her manager reads something like, You guys are cute, but that was really dumb. Don’t do it again.

"She doesn't care," Paige shrugs, locking her phone and moving so she's sat beside you, pulling your hands into her lap. "Why should we?"

You hum, nodding as your head tilts to rest on her shoulder.

"True," you press a kiss to her bare skin. "Guess we are probably the hottest couple in basketball, hey?"

Paige snickers at that, hand squeezing yours. "Yeah," she turns to look at you, "You're probably the hottest video girl ever, too."

"Oh my god," head tilting back against the cushions as you groan. "I hate you."

"Nah," Paige leans in, voice soft as she teases, "you love me."

You can't argue with that.

[atzloverr]

Yunho - NSFW alphabet

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

This man’s aftercare is just… *chef’s kiss*. He will do everything he needs to make sure you feel safe and loved. He whispers praises into your ear, as he tenderly holds you in his arms.

“You did so good for me baby,” he’ll say as he slowly strokes your hair lovingly.

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

This man LOVES your thighs. He’ll do everything to make sure he gets to be close to them. Wether that means running his hands up your thigh, kissing them, marking them with love bites, or simply having his head in between them, solely depends on his mood :)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves breeding you. Even the thought of his warm cum filling you up, can make him hard in an instant. If he can’t breed you, he’ll want to at least cum in your pretty mouth.

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

He won’t admit it, but seeing you wear his clothes is an instant turn out for him. Seeing the way you drown in his big hoodie makes him want to take you right then and there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He might’ve done it a few times, but he has never done it like he does it with you. He felt shy in the early stages of your relationship, feeling inexperienced in bed, but you assured him that he didn’t need to feel self concious <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His all time favorite is probably missionary. He loves seeing the expressions you make as he ruts into you. Cowgirl is an honorable mention. He basically loves anything where he can see you, kiss you and be close to you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I believe he’s not very serious during the act. He doesn’t crack a joke in the middle of it, but he sure loves teasing you, chuckling at your cute reactions as he makes you flustered.

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

He doesn’t exactly have a bush, but I don’t think he’s hairless either. He probably has a bit of a stub. I feel like the feeling of having no hair down there makes him kind of uncomfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sure, he loves to tease you, but he’s also a hopeless romantic. He’ll drop L-bombs in the middle of the act, just because that’s exactly how he feels. He loves being close to you during sex. He wants to kiss you, whisper in your ear, and simply feel your warmth as the two of you make love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Whenever you’re away from each other, he can’t stop thinking about you. He’ll get desperate at times, feeling the need to just get some relief. If he misses you that much, he’ll call you just to hear your voice.

“Y/n, I miss you so much,” he’ll whine into the phone. This not being the first time he’s done this, you just start talking to him. You’ll tell him how much you miss him, and how you can’t wait to see him again. He moans faintly into the phone, as he silently gets off to the sound of your voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a bit of a size kink. Seeing the way his cock looks, as it rests against your stomach, it makes him shiver with excitement. Or when the two of you are holding hands. Just seeing how small your hand looks in his makes him think inappropriate things.

Breeding kink. No comment.

He likes marking you. Whether that be in small bites or hickeys, he just loves it. He just loves the beautiful sounds you make as he sucks on your neck. He doesn’t actually want to hurt you, but after you told him how hot you found it, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place is probably the bed. He likes to take his time with you, and in order to do that, he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible.

Honorable mention: the shower. He loves the feeling of your wet skin against his, as he kisses you passionately.

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

This man will get turned on by literally ANYTHING. Seeing your bare thighs in shorts, seeing them expand when you sit down. God it makes him feral. He loves feeling your skin on his, so when you touch him, kiss him, sit on his lap or just have your hand on him, he can get turned on. What can I say? He’s a simple man.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything cnc related. He always wants to make sure you’re 100% comfortable and consenting to what’s going on, so that would be an instant no for him. He also doesn’t want to hit you. He could playfully slap your ass, but the thought of hurting you makes him feel sick.

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

He’s a sucker (haha get it) for blowjobs. The way you look up at him as his hard length disappears into your mouth, lord. He loves the feeling of your mouth around him so much, he’ll practically beg you to go down on him is he wants go get off. He loves going down on you too of course, but he prefers using his hands on you tbh.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he can do a bit of both. He’s not particularly rough, but his thrusts can still be pretty hard. He likes changing the pace throughout it, going slow and then suddenly speeding up, making you close, just to slow down again.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not too fond of quickies. He prefers taking his time, making sure to prepare you well, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If he’s really horny when the two of you are not at home, or simply don’t have the time, he’ll make sure both of you get off. He doesn’t usually penetrate you in these situations, he prefers that you either go down on each other, or satisfy each other else way.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes being a little risky sometimes, but not too risky. Only to the extent where someone might hear the two of you, if you don’t keep quiet. He doesn’t want anyone actually walking in on you, or doing it in any other risky situation, so he’ll keep it pretty light.

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

He can go for a loooong time before getting worn out, but once you’ve started to go limp, he’ll usually want the two of you to “wrap it up”.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own many toys, and he doesn’t use them very often, but on special occasions, he’ll bring out the vibrator he has stored in his closet. He’ll most likely use it on you, but you could totally convince him to let you have a little fun.

Yunho whimpered and squirmed slightly as you held the vibrator to his swollen tip. “Y/n, p-please I-“ he tried to form words. You giggled at his flustered state. It was fun to rile him up too every once in a while.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s literally a walking tease. You get a taste of it in your everyday life, as he holds objects too far up for you to reach, laughing as you try to jump up. In bed, he’s even worse.

“Aww, were you about to cum sweetie?” he mocked as he removed his hands from your aching sex. You whined in frustration as he continued. “And what was that you said about me not being able to make you a mess?” Yunho teased. You pouted as he started working his hands on you again. “That’s what I thought.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s pretty quiet, but if he’s feeling extra worked up, he can end up whimpering in your ear as he thrusts into you. Most of the times though, he’ll just grunt and moan lowly as the pleasure washes over him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s very needy in the morning. As you gently wake him up, rubbing his shoulders and whispering to him, he slowly stirs out of sleep. He immediately groan and start spooning you from behind. Under the covers, you can feel something hard pressing against you. You just smiled at the usual occasion. He gently grinds against you, breathing heavily into your ear. “Is this okay, baby?” he asks, his morning voice deep and raspy. “Of course, sweetheart,” you answer as you feel his hands further roam your body.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s BIG down there, okay? I can’t tell you the exact inches and shit, but let’s just say you’ll need a lot of preparation before taking this man.

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

His sex drive is surprisingly high. He often finds himself horny, and it can even be a little bit inconvenient for him. He feels like a burden, constantly being needy for sex. He didn’t want to make you feel like you were obliged to have sex with him whenever he felt excited, but you comforted him, reassuring him that he was not a burden at all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won’t fall asleep before you do. He’ll make sure you feel comfortable, safe and loved, so while he’s still focusing on giving you the best cuddles in the world, you’re already fast asleep.

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Adrian Chase Nsfw Alphabet

TW: mentions of canon torture (nothing explicit or of a sexual nature though), blood, and knife play.

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

This boy is touch starved so no matter how long the two of you were going at it, Adrian will wrap around you like an octopus and kiss your neck.

Unfortunately, Adrian is also cringe. He will give you a high five and thank you for letting him ‘smash that ass!’ Every. Single. Time.

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

Adrian spent a lot of time crafting his body into the killing machine that it is so he loves his entire body (except his missing toes) but his most favorite would probably be his ass. He likes the way you react when you see it. But before you, it was his abs.

His favorite part of you is your ass as well. He’s an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes cumming on your ass but if you beg him enough he’ll cum inside you too. If you wear glasses, he likes covering it with cum as well.

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

He likes eating ass (but that’s hardly a secret).

He also fantasizes about fucking you while he’s on patrol but that’s unfortunately illegal so he only enjoys it in theory rather than practice. (Unfortunately, he takes vigilantism very seriously.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a ton of experience. Honestly, he’s only had threesomes with Chris and whoever is into Chris. He tends to be ignored but he was happy to watch. “Less chances of getting my mask removed!” It takes him a minute to realize you only want him and a little longer how to have sex with only one other person.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything involving picking you up. He likes to show off how strong he is for you. He gives you a whole goofy smile and everything. Alternatively, any position where he can grab, smack, or watch his cock go in and out of your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pre- relationship, he was adamant that the mask stays ON during sex. Post relationship he was serious about learning how to please you. Other than that, the two of you are bound to burst into giggles at least twice while fucking.

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

He is waxed because his suit is best without hair getting caught. But if you preferred he grew it out for a vacation away from vigilantism, his public hair is a dirty blonde and his chest hair is a light brown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is hardly a natural romantic and the advice he gets from Chris has… mixed results to say the least. His attempts at romance are cheap and cheesy at the least (flower petals in the shape of a heart, a box of dollar store chocolate, some leftover pie from the diner, etc.) But he does make you feel looked at and cared for during sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really get horny, maybe a few times a month, since he is pretty busy. Of course, upon meeting you he is willing to

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s into roleplay, especially the kinds where he can rescue you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s pretty vanilla in this aspect as he likes to fuck inside his place. But he does enjoy picking you up and taking you from room to room.

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

He likes making you laugh at his dirty jokes and pickup lines. He always likes you covered in lingerie and blood and hopes to see you in both one day. Outside of you, if he kills someone in a really cool way, he will run home and start eating you out without even taking his uniform off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The funniest answer is that I think that Adrian has all the federal and state laws memorized so he will not do anything illegal- even the ridiculously outdated laws. Like, if you happen to be in one of the states that forbids extramarital sex like Utah or Idaho, he will not have sex with you until you cross that border.

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

He’s a giver 1000% but he also enjoys getting a blowjob while you have someone else (aka Chris) or a toy in your ass and watching you give someone/a toy a blowjob while he fucks you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s used to doing it hard and fast but he does dedicate a lot of time to foreplay.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with the two of you were born out of necessity since you’re traveling together. Even when you settle down for long periods of time, he will have a quickie in the motel room if you ask. But in those moments, he would prefer to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he would be into knife play and maybe wax play but that’s as far as he will go. Someone brought up the idea of using a cattle prod and he was curious but right now he associates extreme bdsm with losing his toes and nothing is as much of a boner killer as that.

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

By virtue of his threesome exclusive past, he is used to going multiple rounds. His recovery period depends on how much exercise he’s gotten that day but he will use toys or something to keep you ready for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He appreciates toys and will use them on his partner. He’s especially found of DP-ing you with a teal dildo you bought together. Sometimes, if he’s feel cruel, he’ll tie you up and leave a vibrator on your clit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a pretty impatient guy who values the power of a quickie but he knows sometimes teasing is better than the actual sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud but he is super chatty and will talk you through it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to have sex with you on a boat with flames on it while dolphins swim around you two. Ideally, you would also be a mermaid in this scenario.

He also had Chris make him a sex playlist… depending on your taste in music, it’s very cute or incredibly cringey.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Solid muscle with a v line and no body hair and an ass like a baseball player. He likes to say he’s as smooth as a dolphin.

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

Pretty low. You usually are the one to initiate things. Non-sexually though, he is pretty clingy and wants to be with you all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, he likes to keep his days and nights busy after all!

[winnieiscalmeth]

Rogue SFW Alphabet

Notes: recently watched the new X-Men 97' and fell in love with the lovely women in the show so here goes an sfw Alphabet about our hot southern woman, Rogue<3 (spoilers for 97')

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Would become very affectionate if you had powers that could cancel out hers. She can finally hold someone without them crumbling and falling due to her hands.

B = Breathe (Do they feel relaxed around you? How does their demeanor shift when around you?)

Very calm. She'll be all teasing to her teammates but whenever you come around.  sweeter than suga'

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Same with Affectionate, she'll never let you go. Prefers being little spoon, but if you wanted to be little spoon she'll switch for one night.

D = Domestic (Will they ever leave the team? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She couldn't if she wanted to. As long as she's an X-Men she wouldn't want to leave. But she is good at cooking. As long as she's paying attention that is. Loves bringing you food she made.

E = Emotion (How do they hide their emotions? Are they good at it?)

Pretty horrible at hiding her emotions. If something upset her you can see the scowl on her face. On the contrary, you can see the excitement flowing through her whenever she gets to help you with something.

F = Fights (how well do they handle arguments?)

She would try to make it up shortly after you both calm down. Unless you were in the wrong then you'd have to apologize.

G = Grieve (if their partner were to die, how do they handle it?)

Well, we saw what she did in 97' after Gambit right? Right. It would be like watching her missing puzzle piece being ripped out of her hands.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What do they feel like?)

Loves them. Sometimes gets too excited and accidentally squeezes you too hard.

I = Interlink (How quickly do they realize that you are mad, sad, or uncomfortable? If you ever feel that way do they also feel it? )

Pretty quick to sense it. If you were visibly uncomfortable she would immediately ask about it and try to make you feel better. But the second you are mad at something she gets mad too.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What would they do when they get jealous?)

On a scale from 1-10, I'd say a solid 7.She trusts you enough but would still drag you away from the person flirting with you.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Where is their favorite spot to kiss you)

Hell yeah. She loves to wear lipstick and cover your face in markings. Her favorite spots are your lips and neck.

L = Love (who said "I love you" first? How much do they remind you that they love you?)

She did. She would always hint to you that she loved you before you got together, but since she was notorious for flirting you thought she was just joking.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married?)

Desperately. Already has a few places she wants to get married at.

N = Night time (Are they a night owl? How long does it take them to sleep?)

Can't exactly sleep through a night, being an X-Men and all. But that doesn't mean she doesn't take breaks to be with her pretty s/o.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

It would be subtle hints, then just flat-out telling you. It takes a while, maybe a few months into the relationship.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Quick. If someone were tapping a lot she'd ask them to stop in an obviously annoyed tone. Probably isn't allowed to be in an interrogation room.

Q = Quality time (what do they like to do with you?)

Loves to just hang out with you. Whether it's going out on a date with you or just watching a movie.

R = Reason (how did they get together?)

With her flirtatious behavior, you couldn't help but fall in love. You were also the first person she could touch without gloves on.

S = Security (Do you feel safe around them? Vice versa?)

Being with one of the strongest X-Men is pretty reassuring. You always try to protect her if she got hurt on the battlefield so she would say the same thing for you too.

T = Trust (How trusting are they with secrets? Do they trust you?)

Good at keeping them, unless you needed advice on a secret, then she'll ask someone for it but cover it up as a hypothetical question.

U= Understanding (how well do they know you?)

Good at urging you to tell her stuff. She knows a good portion about who you are and your backstory.

V= Value (how important are you to them?)

Very important. If you were in trouble, she would drop everything and come running for you.

W = Woo (are they good at flirting?)

Scarily good. It gave you mixed signals before you got together.

X = X-Men (Would they let you meet the other X-Men? Would they be accepting of you joining?)

She wouldn't mind having her s/o on the team. But would be more protective since now you could be a target for people who want mutants gone.

Y = Yearn (how do they cope when away from their partner?)

She would fidget with her gloves while thinking about you. She would always think 'just one more day till' I can see my sweetheart'

Z = Zzz (What is it like sleeping with them?)

She has to always feel you next to her. Her arm would be wrapped around you or her leg intertwined with yours. Or she just sleeps on top of you entirely. If you got up in the middle of the night to get a snack it would wake her up even if you could slowly levitate out of bed, she would sense your body warmth is gone and pop up behind you to give you a scare.

[jellied-milk]

the nsfw alphabet for my favorite cowboy because I miss writing for him so please enjoy!!

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

if it’s your first time together, honestly probably dazed a bit.

He’ll gather himself quickly though and gets a rag or his bandanna to clean you off, then himself.

repositions your body, so you’re comfortable first then pulls the covers over you.

Waits a minute before laying beside you to give you a moment to yourself then he turns to his side to hold your waist.

^^ (also because he wants to look at your face.)

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

Arthur has low self esteem and calls himself, “ an ugly bastard.” so he doesn’t really have a favorite.

But maybe after you two are intimate, he’ll let it slip looking down at you while laying in his cot by saying, “ I love how ya between my arms darling.”

likes to hold you so your waist and thighs. (whether sensual or sexual)

loves to hold thighs while fucking you and grips them tighter the louder you whine.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

will definitely avoid cumming inside, especially in the beginning of your relationship.

cums on your stomach because he likes seeing his spend drip down your body. (and he can also see your flushed, dazed expression).

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

definitely wants to cum inside, i just know it (because if he’s having sex with you, he wants you forever.)

likes when you praise and beg him a bit during sex. ( when you tell him, “you’re fucking me feel so good!!” , “oh Arthur, you feel so good inside me!).

Loves seeing his cum on your face after sex especially when you open your mouth and look at him with glossed over eyes.

(imagines what your ass feels while he thrust behind you since it looks so tight).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Short answer, yes he knows what he’s doing.

Definitely learned through a working girl or two in his free-spirited youth.

But after Mary then Eliza and Issac, he decided he didn’t need sex or deserve it anymore.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can see your face really.

Loves playing with your breast and pinching your nipples if you guys are in missionary.

Will lean over your body and suck on your breast while quickly fucking you

Doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you from behind if you ask

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually more serious during sex but sometimes can start with some sarcastic comments before your hands are on each other.

Devotes his attention and effort towards you in that moment.

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

probably hairy than average based on his chest hair and beard. (but would trim some if you asked)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY!! (especially the first time.)

would be a bit cautious and definitely read you for signals for keep going

once he’s found a rhythm, it’s gentle but firm like he’s completely dedicating himself to you at that moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off because he doesn’t have time since he’s always on jobs or doesn’t have the need to.

But if you aren’t together yet and he’s had a few too many then he’ll probably end up thinking about you and how you make feel. Then notices he’s hard and feels a bit guilty but palm himself a little before stroking his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Claiming: he loves seeing his hands on you and his cum all over your body.

Cockwarming: feeling your warm pussy drip down his cock while you’re sitting in his lap

Strength Kink: holding your waist and seeing his hands turn the skin around them red and being able to fold you up to fuck you deeper.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a real bed preferably at a hotel or cabin, so you guys can also be away from the gang and have a sense of normalcy.

His tent while you two are on a hunting trip since he can hear every noise you make.

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

If you’re riding him and look him dead in the eye, he’ll grab your face with one of his hands so you don’t break eye contact and bucks into you faster.

Making you feel good because it makes him feel useful and like he has a purpose. (especially when you praise him, he loves it).

When you sit on his lap and nuzzle into his neck, the warmth from you and the weight of your body makes him hard instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t ever hurt you on purpose in any way.

Cuckholding, it’s a matter of trust between you two in a relationship.

Never will cover your mouth because he loves your lil noises and if you need to tell him anything.

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

personally giving because he wants to hold as much of you as possible.

grips the back thighs and pushes them up or the inside of thighs so he can spread your legs open.

starts with wide, flat strokes up and down the focuses on your clit by sucking on in and lapping the top of your folds.

Will drag his tongue down to your opening and tease it, going in and out til you whine or pull his hair a little for more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly slow, affectionate sex while you guys are on a hunting trip or going to town ,complete alone.

Again after a successful job, he’ll immediately find you, pull you into his tent/room and roughly kiss you before pushing your skirts up and eating pussy like his last meal. He’d work you open with fingers before shoving his cock inside you and setting a brutal pace, so he can keep riding that high.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t really quickies because again, he likes taking his time with you.

He won’t argue if he finds himself in the situation and will focus on you cumming first by rubbing your clit while fucking you fast and hard hitting that spongy spot inside you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With both your lifestyles, you constantly take risk and have fucked in an alleyway or a out of the camp’s border.

You like sneaking up to Arthur while he’s on guard duty and sucking him off. Wrapping one hand around what you can’t fit in your mouth and the other touching yourself, you look up at him and hmm around his cock and Arthur bites his bottom lip to keep quiet.

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

Arthur knows he ain’t no spring chicken anymore but he can still last about 2-3 rounds for needin a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

it’s 1899, so no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When giving oral, he likes to tease a bit since he loves the noises you make, the feeling of your thighs between his hands, your hands gripping his hair and sheets.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

With his lifestyle, he’s learned to be quiet and not draw any unnecessary attention.

But if you guys got a hotel room, you’d be able to hear his airy grunts and low groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Holding one of your hands during sex whether if it’s slow, passionate lover making or fast, hard, primal fucking.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7” inches and a little thicker than average.

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

Little to nonexistent before your relationship.

After you guys confessed, it starts slow then gradually gets higher over time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Stays awake longer than you do to either clean up a bit or a peaceful moment to himself.

Will lay beside you even if he’s not tired so he can feel your body relax against him.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

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My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

[graveyard-stray]

Carl Grimes - SFW alphabet

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Carl can be really affectionate. He has gone through a lot and lost so many people so when he finds someone he loves, he doesn’t wanna let you go, so he is definitely just a bit clingy and protective. Expect lots of hand holding, hugs, and just general physical contact often.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be a great friend. He is naturally very loyal so you don’t have to worry about that. And despite his seriousness in needed situations, in his down time he can be pretty funny.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Carl definitely likes to cuddle. He likes to hold you, because he can make sure that he’s protecting you and that your safe. But he also likes to little spoon on occasion, when something bad has happened or when he’s missing his mom more than usual.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If the apocalypse ever ends he would absolutely love to settle down with you. He would love a sweet house and maybe some kids if you want them, but if you don’t want kids he wouldn’t be too torn up about it. He’s good at cleaning and not so good at cooking. There are a few meals he can cook but generally speaking he’s pretty poor.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would definitely be super nervous about it, he’s kind to fault and would probably try to break it to you as gently as possible. Unless you’ve done something horrible- then he has his sympathy and breaks it off coldly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Carl definitely wants to get married. He loves the idea of promising to love you forever and ever. His loyalty means he has no issues committing to you and you alone for the rest of his life. He’s young but with everything going on he doesn’t know when either of you could die, so he definitely wouldn’t mind getting married despite you both being teenagers.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Carl is very kind and he is gentle with you, in all aspects. He tries to be attentive with your emotions and tries to understand you whenever he can. Physically he is only ever rough with you if there is danger, if he needs to pull you out of the way of something (or anything like that)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Like I said before Carl is pretty clingy so he definitely likes hugs. Especially when one of you get back after a run, or after a visit from Negan, or really anytime ever. If you ever just want a hug he will give it to you no questions asked. Whenever he is upset he won’t ask but he will just come up and hug you because it helps him feel better.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Carl is definitely nervous about you leaving him or dying. So he wants to say he loves you quickly because he does and he what’s to make sure you know it, just incase, but he is nervous. He is nervous that if he says it too fast he will scare you away and you’ll leave. That all being said it definitely takes a bit for him to actually say it, but he will feel it for a while before he says anything.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He isn’t too jealous. Sometimes he can get a bit jealous of like Ron and you since he doesn’t like Ron, but since you guys are really the only teenagers in the group there is no one to get jealous of anyway.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He looooves to kiss your forhead. He’s a big fan of a good peck on the forhead when he’s about to leave for a run, or your about to seperate to your own homes to go to bed.

When he is kissing you on the lips he often means for it to be a quick peck but then it’s ends up being just one long (closed mouth) kiss that’s just very innocent and loving. He just truly cannot get enough of you, he loves you so much. He likes to put his hands on your face or on the back of your head when you kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Since he has Judith, he is great with kids. He really likes them and finds them adorable and funny. Anytime he sees any kid he is automatically bending down to their level and introducing himself to the child. He knows what it’s like to be a small kid in this horrible apocalypse, so he wants to make them feel even a little more positive.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is naturally not a morning person but since he’s got so much work to do to help the group he gets up early and gets over it. He always has the craziest bed head since his hair is so long and so thick.

He’s always a little groggy in the morning and if he sees you while he is still sleepy and waking up, he is a lot softer and a lot more clingy. Hugging you from behind when he sees you and burying his face in the crook of your neck to rest his eyes away from the light.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He can stay up late even if he has been doing stuff all day. He knows it isn’t good for him but he’s pretty used to running on only a few hours of sleep. Since he’s been on high alert for so long with being on the road and at risk of walkers any moment, he often finds himself awake at night unable to sleep.

If it’s getting bad and he truly cannot sleep despite his tiredness, he might come find you- being with you has always helped relax him so laying in bed with you helps him fall asleep faster.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Carl is a pretty trusting person, so once he has deemed he can trust you (which as long as your a decent person shouldn’t take too long) he will start sharing more about himself. His past and his secrets and what not.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

For carl it really depends. If he is already in a bad mood it’s easy for him to snap and have a bit of an outburst.

On the regular though he can be pretty calm. Negan could yell in his face and he won’t even flinch.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Carl remembers the little things. He is good at remembering the random things you’ve mentioned liking once. Then when be goes on runs he will see things he knows you like and grab them for you.

He loves hearing about you, your hobbies and interests, what your life was like before the outbreak. The more he can know the better.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments are the little ones. Everything is always so hectic so when he just gets some time alone with you it means the world to him. When you guys sit outside and stare at the stars in the sky, or when you go on walks with Judith in her little stroller. All of it helps keep him sane in the bad times.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is so protective. He has lost so many people and doesn’t want to lose you. He would jump in front of a walker if it meant saving you.

He is also protective against people. When Negan’s gang comes to Alexandria for the first time if one of his gross workers tries to hit on you he will be so quick to shut that down.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It’s hard planning dates and giving gifts with the given situation, but he does his best. Most of the dates he plans are simple but the thought counts, and the gifts are things he finds while on runs that remind him of you or that he thinks you will like.

He loves to help you with any of your chores though, he likes the time spent together and feels like doing things for you proves his feelings.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes he can be a bit invalidating about how you feel. He tries not to and when you point it out he feels bad but sometimes he just can’t understand how you can focus on him being close to Enid when there is an apocalypse going on!

He shuts down after the loss of his eye. He becomes mean and angry and closes himself off, even to you. Don’t be shocked if he throws some mean words your way about not needing you and wanting you to leave him alone- even if your just trying to help. It’s not from a place of malice though. He is worried because he loves you and thinks you’ll find him disgusting without an eye.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He does like to look good for you, and after he loses his eye he is worried that you will find him ugly and leave him, but once you assure him you love him no matter what he lightens up a bit. Not minding if you see him with messy bed head or when he’s sick and looks like a corpse.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Your his best friend and since you’ve started traveling together he is so used to being around you all the time, so when he isn’t with you and can’t protect you he feels worried and like he is forgetting something all the time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He literally will be obsessed with you if you love comics like he does. He would be so happy if he had a S/O who loves superhero’s and nerdy stuff just like him and he could spend hours talking with you about all the comics you guys read. He would love to go out and find comics of the heroes you like

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like if your careless with your life. If your going out and doing risky things all the time it freaks him out and he can’t even imagine losing you. If you do anything risky he might get upset and yell at you or project any of the negative feelings onto you. But don’t worry, he will apologize later once he is less shaken up about almost losing you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a heavy sleeper. On the road he was a light sleeper out of necessity but once you get to Alexandria once he finally falls asleep he is out like a light!

[meowmeowriley]

The Only Thing We Share is the Same Last Name

Tell ,e about the whump pretty pretty please 🥹🥹🥹

Eheh eheheheheheh okie dokie.

After hearing of his brothers death in Mexico Thomas Riley joins the army. He wants to be more like his brother was, wants to be a better person. He passes selections, gets into the SAS, he's on the right track. Why the fuck does Lieutenant Ghost of the 141 look like he's about to fucking murder him?

Here's the opening 😁

***

Tom held the receiver to his ear and listened to it ring. He could see the man tasked with listening in out of the corner of his eye. They wouldn't recognize this number, maybe they wouldn't answer. He'd just leave a message, but truly he wished-

"Hello?" It was Beth.

"Hey Lov- er, HI, Beth." He wasn't sure where they stood.

"Tom?"

"Yeah."

"Oh thank heavens." Rustling on the other end. Tom could easily imagine she'd just slumped over the kitchen island. The same kitchen island she'd found him slumped against half conscious He'd seen her do it so many times, any time someone on the other end of the phone gave her news that offered relief. So she'd wanted to hear from him? "It's been almost six months, Tom." She sounded tired. She had two young boys to care for, she had a right to be tired.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know." He could've called five months ago. He could've called three months ago. He could've called last week. He had two minutes. "I, er, I've been busy. Been training. Practicin' the CQB. Selections is today. In a few minutes, in fact." He swallowed. His throat was so dry, Beth could probably hear it through the line.

"The SAS, then?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm."

The clock ticking on the wall was maddening. One minute. Nut up, Riley.

"H-how's Mum?" A frog could've said it clearer.

"She's... oh, y'know... she's coping." Right. Coping. 'The damn army is gonna take both my sons from me! Queen and country, what about your poor mother!?" He wondered if anyone patched the hole in the wall, or replaced the lamp. "Just popped down to the shop with Jo," Beth continued. "'S just me 'n Si-"

"I'm gonna have to hop off, here." He scrambled to stop her sentence. "Gotta... gotta do this." The plastic of the phone groaned under the pressure of him white knuckling it. Beth could probably hear that too.

"Hey." Tom closed his eyes. He deserved whatever tongue lashing he got, but he wished she'd yell. It would be easier. "Y'know, the way we left things..." she sighed. "I miss you. I'm sorry." It would be so much easier if she'd just yell.

"Joseph doesn't deserve a father like that. Not some j-.... The boys, they deserve a father they can be proud of. Not the man I was. But the man I'm becoming." A man like him.

"The man you are, Thomas." Not yet. Maybe not ever. But he'd be damned if he didn't try. "I'm proud of you.... He would be too."

Tom exhaled slowly, desperately grasping at the last of his composure. "Wish me luck." Far from steady, but at least his voice hadn't cracked.

"You don't need me to. You'll do fine."

"If, er, if things go to plan, and I get in, I should still be on track to have some leave. Three weeks."

"You'll come home?" The hope in her voice is what broke him.

"If you'll have me?" There was still an out. She could still send him away. He'd understand if she did.

"Please."

***

Just a lil taste 😋

[crappymixtape]

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hawkins high alumni always run the end of year carnival to help raise funds for the school and steve is always in charge of the alumni basketball game, but this year they’re trying out a kissing booth and who better to headline than steve harrington? | ( 3.9k – a little angst, a little fluff, kinda enemies to kinda lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

E Y E S H A L F S H U T 🎶 dream boy, savannah conley

“Now, please don’t be late, Steven. Jason’s done with his shift right at seven and we don’t want to keep people waiting.” Miss Click tapped on the clipboard in her hand before hanging it back up on the nail hammered into the wall of the booth, “Robin Buckley volunteered to cover the cash register for your shift too! You remember Robin.”

Steve felt his jaw tick with irritation as he tried to hide the grimace on his face, his old History teacher practically beaming at the very mention of his friend. Of course Robin volunteered to run the register. She just wanted a front row seat for what was sure to be the most humiliating night of his life.

“Great. Robin Buckley. A real grade A student,” he said with a forced smile, jamming his hands into the pockets of his Levi’s.

“I thought so too! Such an attentive pupil,” Miss Click agreed before checking her watch. “Oh dear, I need to go check on the cake walk. I’ll see you back here in a few hours, I’m sure we’ll have record donations!” and with that she was off across the football field leaving Steve alone in the small booth to freak out about what he’d just agreed to.

A kissing booth. Great. Perfect. Totally fine.

He definitely wasn’t sore about Tommy getting to run the alumni basketball game instead of him. Wasn’t stressing the fuck out about the idea of having to kiss people for an hour straight. Or worse, kiss no one at all and have to live under a rock for the rest of his life and he totally wasn't going to kill Robin for ‘graciously volunteering’ to take money at his expense.

Loosing a sigh from his chest Steve ran his hands through his hair and kicked at the frame of the wall, KISSING BOOTH written above him. All curly letters and lipstick marks and bright red paint, taunting and teasing him about what would be happening in a few short hours.

It was going to be fine. Totally fine. Steve Harrington could handle a few smooches for charity. Right?

Right?

Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you? You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two. I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you.

Joan Jett was yelling through the speakers of your stereo as you leaned over your dresser, swiping mascara through your lashes in the mirror, trying your best to hurry up and get ready for the Hawkins High Jamboree.

Did you want to go? Absolutely not.

Was your room mate and best friend making you go with her? 100%.

“So, like, are you gonna be ready this century or should I plan on arriving in a coffin? Actually. Steve’s gonna probably put me in one anyway, might be doing him a favor,” Robin mused around her toothbrush from across the hall in the bathroom.

“Hah, are you kidding? That guy came out of the womb as a fully formed show boat. He loves shit like this,” you shot back, shaking your head at the thought of Steve posted up at the kissing booth. A stupid, shit-eating grin pasted on his face. Signature hair all perfectly coiffed. A ridiculously long line of girls just waiting to fawn over him.

“Can’t argue you on the show boat bit, but he’s still totally gonna kill me,” Robin said snorting as she spat her toothpaste into the sink.

You weren’t sure what had happened between senior year and now, but somehow your best friend had also become Steve Harrington’s best friend and it made absolutely no sense.

At first you’d been extremely skeptical, even overprotective of her, and made it a point to tag along with them where ever they were going to make sure he wasn’t going to do something shitty, but much to your chagrin he proved you wrong every single time. He was even nice and somehow made Robin ugly laugh more than you did. How dare he?

“C’mon, I don’t wanna keep Nance waiting, she’s gonna be downstairs soon,” Robin popped her head in through your door and you shot her a grin.

“Ooo, eyeliner. Are you two going out after?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at her and she frowned, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah. Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing!” you held your hands up in surrender and gave her a little smile, “Just–it’s about damn time. You two have been dancing around each other for months.”

Robin was pretty private about her love life, especially after things hadn’t worked out with Vickie, and you were one of the only ones who really got to be in the know. Well. You and Steve, but you had to hand it to him. He at least seemed pretty damn empathetic and supportive in that regard toward Robin and you were thankful to him for it.

“What, are you keeping track?” Robin grumbled, smoothing her shirt down a bit and picking at the chipped black polish on her nails.

“You’re the one with the scoreboard,” you gently teased back, shoving your feet into the Chucks next to your dresser, but then your expression softened as you looked up at her, “You know I’m not. I’d be one to talk anyway, my love life is non-existent.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe you should try. It’s not all bad. Look at me, put myself out there and already have a date,” she said pointedly, scrunching up her nose at you.

“No, thanks,” it was your turn to grumble and you shouldered past her into the hallway.

“Wait. Wait a second. Yes. Yes, thanks!” she said, tone suddenly shifting into the one where you knew she was up to no good.

“Robs, whatever you’re about to say? Don’t,” you grabbed your wallet and chapstick off the kitchen table and turned to fix her with a look. The way she was grinning at you was horrifying. “Oh my god. What?”

“Kiss him,” she said simply and you looked at her blankly.

“What?”

“Put yourself out there! Kiss him!” she said again more enthusiastically and your stomach flipped over.

“Steve? Oh, wow. Let me go ahead and put a ‘hell’ in front of my no. No, Robs. No way,” you crammed your things into your pockets and shook your head, opening the fridge to try and find a beer. Booze suddenly felt very, extremely, necessary.

“Seriously! C’mon! What, are you chicken?” she make a little squawking noise as you cracked open the last beer hiding at the back of the fridge.

“Seriously?” you parroted back, “What, are you twelve? No, I’m not doing it.” You took a long drink from the can in your hand and grimaced as the carbonation fizzed in your nose. Too much.

“If you do, I’ll leave you alone for a whole week,” Robin’s tone was sing-songy, dragging out the vowels as she leaned on the open fridge door and smiled at you all sweetly. Full of mischief.

You waited, took another drink of beer and narrowed your eyes at her. She’d been begging you to go on a double date with her and Nancy and the thought of it made you want to throw up. Not only were double dates super cringy, but one: you didn’t have a boyfriend and two: Robin always suggested Steve and you’d immediately have to shut it down. He was absolutely not your type and there was no way you’d make it more than thirty minutes.

“Two weeks,” you countered, “And if you’re gonna hang out with him it can’t be here.”

“Deal!” she said much too quickly, sticking her hand out to you and you frowned, taking it and shaking it aggressively.

“Great. Deal.” It was just a kiss, right? Not stupid Seven Minutes in Heaven or Spin the Bottle, just cramming a dollar into a jar and a quick peck on the lips and you’d be free from Robin’s meddling for two whole weeks. Worth it.

Buzzzzz.

Someone was at the door, a Nancy Wheeler shaped someone, and the color drained from Robin’s face.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re fine, you look great,” you took another drink of your beer and then offered the last half of it to Robin who finished it off in one go.

“It’s not—“ Robin burped, beer was a bad choice, “—too much?”

“No, it’s not too much. The eyeliner is nice, really brings out the black in your heart. Now let’s get go,” you grabbed the empty can from her hand and tossed it in the recycling before shoving her toward the door.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna kiss Steve,” she said, grin tugging at the corners of her lips and your expression soured.

“Oh my god, just go,” and despite your grumbling, despite insisting on your irritation, all you could think about the entire ride over was a sliver of a memory from last summer.

It was smack in the middle of July. Sun beating down with the intent to fry you alive.

Robin had practically begged you to go get ice cream and it wasn’t like you were gonna say no. It was hotter than hell out, of course you were gonna get ice cream, but then Steve tagged along. Sat across from you in the booth and ordered a strawberry milkshake. Wrapped his perfectly pouted lips around the straw and sipped it slowly. Licked whipped cream from his fingers. Ate the cherry last and looked up at you when he’d pulled it from the stem with his teeth and for a split second all you could think about was him.

What it would taste like. What it would feel like.

What it would be like to kiss Steve Harrington.

“Bye now,” Jason was smiling all saccharine sweet. Pure sugar. Too much and too fake as the girl he’d just kissed slowly backed away from him. Unable to pull her eyes away as he leaned against the frame of the booth effortless and on display for the girls waiting in line, all of them disappointed they hadn’t beat the clock to seven.

And as Steve walked across the field to take Jason’s spot, he audibly groaned watching the other boy soak it all up.

Fuck this. He was not excited, he was not looking forward to this, and he did not want to stand anywhere near a damn kissing booth. Roughing his hands over his face he sucked in a deep breath. It was only an hour. Sixty minutes. It would fly by.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the King!”

Yeah, no. This was going to suck.

“Haven’t used that since Junior year, Carver,” Steve’s voice was flat, unamused, and when he walked up on the line a few of the girls huddled up and started to whisper.

“Ah, c’mon, Harrington. Return of the king! Back on top!” the grin that pulled at the corners of Jason’s mouth grew as he fed off Steve’s negative energy. “C’mon, the ladies love it,” and as he turned back to the line a couple girls toward the end started to walk away, “Oof, guess I’m a hard act to follow.”

Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, hands balling up at his sides as he eyed the other boy, wanting nothing more than to put a fist into Jason’s face. “It’s for charity, dumbass. Not a damn competition,” Steve grumbled as the other boy pushed himself off the wall of the booth.

“Whatever you say, King Steve. Dropping like flies. Least you’ll get out of here early,” Jason sneered and gave Steve a too-hard clap on the back. Biting down on his lip, Steve struggled to keep himself in check, struggled to keep his hands at his sides until someone else chimed in.

“Carver you better get goin’, gonna be late for Bible study,” Robin walked up on the boys with you and Nancy in tow and gave Jason a too-sweet smile of her own, “Don’t wanna let Jesus down. Well. More than you already have I guess.”

Jason’s face turned beet red and Steve stifled a laugh with a very unconvincing cough, a few scattered giggles coming from the line.

“Shut up, Buckley.”

“Tsk, tsk. How’s it go? Love your neighbor or whatever? Anyway, so nice to see you!” Robin punched him a little harder than she should’ve in the shoulder and walked up behind the counter to take over for Chrissy Cunningham. “Alright, ladies! Now that we’ve taken out the trash – come give the King of Hawkins high a big ol’ smooch and help buy new basketball uniforms! Real win/win here, friends,” her voice was so loud it made people’s heads turn over at the cake walk and Steve wanted to die.

“Jesus, Robin,” he hissed, scrambling over to take up his post under the giant red sign.

Nancy turned to you shaking her head, but smiling all fond over Robin, “I kinda feel bad for him.”

“I don’t,” you said with a laugh, watching the line perk up a bit with Robin’s encouragement as Steve looked like he wanted to pass out, giving the first girl in a line a kiss.

“You know, he’s not that bad,” Nancy said, giving you a nudge with her elbow.

Glancing back over at the booth you saw the second girl walk up and give her dollar to Robin, Steve’s face still flushed and pink, but lips just as pouted and perfect as they’d been that day at the diner. Sipping down strawberry milkshake and pulling the cherry off the stem and you felt your stomach flip over.

“Yeah, I guess,” you muttered, but Nancy chuckled when she saw how rosy your cheeks had grown.

“Okay, well you better get in line or you’ll have Robin on your ass worse than before,” she reminded you of your deal and you groaned. “It’ll be easy,” she said giving you a grin, “And he really is a good kisser.”

Your blush only deepened with her words and you tried to hide it, throwing your eyes down to your feet and starting to walk away, “Okay, great! Can’t wait. So awesome. Just the best.”

“Relax! It’s just a kiss!” she called over her shoulder as you fell into the last place in line behind someone from your old AP English class, trying very hard to not turn and run away.

At first it was an extremely awkward and uncomfortable exchange of events for Steve.

People would give Robin their money, she’d say thank you in her silly sing-songy Robin voice, and then they’d walk up to Steve and smile. Sometimes it was shy, sometimes it was overly aggressive, and sometimes there’d be a weird pause where they’d just stare at each other. He’d clear his throat nervously or stress about whether or not he should’ve brushed his teeth two more times before he’d left the house, but eventually she’d lean in and they’d kiss and then it’d be over.

It was ridiculous because he used to kiss random girls all the time at parties and shit in high school. Used to love it. Maybe because it stroked his ego. Because he liked showing off. Maybe he didn’t get enough affection at home. Maybe Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and he just wanted to forget, but now? Things were different now. He was different now.

He didn’t sleep around, he didn’t kiss and tell, his dating life was abysmal and this kissing booth just seemed to add insult to injury.

“Steve,” Robin whisper-yelled between customers as if she could tell he was spiraling, “You’re doing great. Only two more to go and you’re done!”

“God, Robin. Please stop talking,” Steve hissed back and gave the next girl a weak, half-hearted smile.

“Just saying–”

“Hi,” Steve cut Robin off and greeted the shorter, blonde girl he recognized from Senior year science. She was second-to-last in line ahead of you and you fought back a laugh, watching the awkwardness unfold.

“Hi, Stevie,” she purred and Steve’s stomach lurched.

Stevie? Oh god. Why?

She’d clearly just applied a fresh layer of shiny, pink gloss right before her turn came up and when she leaned in toward him, Steve waited til her eyes were closed to grimace. What? He wasn’t a monster.

It was slippery and wet and not good, but Steve gave her what he hoped was a friendly enough smile as she pulled away all starry-eyed.

“Maybe see you around? When you’re done?” she asked and he swallowed thickly.

“Yeah! Ye–maybe,” he stuttered and she slipped him a piece of paper with her number on it.

“Call me,” she winked and Steve died.

“Okay, sure. Thanks,” he stumbled over his words and when she finally turned away you watched as he screwed his eyes shut, muttering under his breath.

You caught the words stupid and want to die and you almost laughed, but it fell apart in your throat as the girl walked away and left you there. Last in line and panicking as you suddenly remembered what was supposed to happen next. Why were you just as nervous as he was?

Shaking off the last kiss, Steve was ready to just be done. Only one left Robin said, but when he looked up the pained expression on his face softened.

You.

Robin’s room mate. Her best friend. Her cute best friend. The one who fought him over best friend duties. Who teased him relentlessly and gave him shit all the time. Wasn’t afraid to eat an entire pizza on her own and always ordered a chocolate shake with sprinkles at the diner. Who wasn’t afraid to call him out on things and had a mouth like a sailor. A mouth he’d wanted to kiss more and more every time he saw you, but he could never find the right time to ask or try or make a move and–

“Oh,” fell from him, quiet and surprised and your lips twisted into a little frown.

“Oh,” you said back trying to tease, but it came out sounding a lot more hurt than anything.

Steve’s brows pinched together with worry and he took a step toward you, the most he’d moved all night. “N-no, sorry. I didn’t mean it like…” he rubbed at the back of his neck, trying hard to put words to what he was trying to say, but they weren’t coming out.

“That’s okay. S’for a good cause, right?” you shrugged and forced a smile.

“Yeah. Right,” he agreed lamely as you crammed a dollar into Robin’s hand with a glare. Two weeks better be worth it.

Then turning back to Steve you took another tiny step toward him and he did the same putting you two dangerously close. Almost toe-to-toe. The scent of fresh laundry and spearmint and boy making you feel dizzy, making you feel dumb, and when you pulled your eyes off the ground to look up at him your breath caught in your throat.

Fuck he was pretty.

That pout. The twin moles on his cheek. The soft slope of his jaw. The way his hair fell messy across his forehead and into his eyes all warm honey, liquid amber, melted caramel. He was making it hard to hold your grudge and you could feel the wall you’d put up around yourself start to crumble.

“So. We just–” you didn’t finish your sentence as he looked down at you, his lips parted, waiting, anticipating.

“Yeah. Yeah, uh–” Steve’s voice was low and made your tummy twist as he shook his head a little and leaned down. Tried to do the same thing he’d been doing all night, but suddenly so damn unsure. He paused, close enough you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek, “Is this–is this okay?”

“Mmhm,” you murmured and you didn’t have to wonder anymore. You were nervous, just like he was was, and it scared the shit out of you.

“Okay, guess I’ll just–” he said, voice barely above a whisper as he closed the gap between you and finally, finally pressed his lips soft and sweet to yours.

And it was everything.

It was slow and curious and a little shy, but the feeling of him against you pushed you to be brave and you tilted your head. Deepened the kiss. Opened for him and he slipped a hand wide and warm and soft at the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you even closer.

His tongue chased along your bottom lip and you sighed into him, letting him swallow all your soft pretty sounds until you were both breathless and needing air and when he started to pull away you swore you’d give Robin every single bill in your wallet to do it again.

Steve huffed a laugh, hand still holding you gentle at your neck and you bit your lips between your teeth to fight off a grin, too caught up in each other to care about anything else until–

“Yeah, think I’m gonna need another dollar for that one,” Robin was beaming at you two like an idiot and you both fixed her with a look, all sass and attitude.

“Robin,” your voice blended with Steve’s and Robin laughed so hard she snorted.

“Oh my god, please, please make this work. Look at you two. This is ridiculous. Here, go get a drink,” and she fisted a wad of dollars from the register, counting it out and replacing it with money from her own wallet before practically shoving it at Steve.

“What–”

“No, seriously, Harrington. Leave. Get outta here. It’s eight anyway,” Robin cut Steve off and pointed at her watch. Eight on the dot. Kissing Booth closed.

“Uh,” Steve started, looking back over at you with a lopsided smile, “Wanna get a drink?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, hummingbird wings and nerves and a feeling you hadn’t had in a long time. A tiny flicker breathed into flames when Steve pressed his lips to yours and you felt your cheeks warm again at the thought of it.

“For charity?” you teased, trying hard to will your blush away as you pulled your eyes up to meet his.

“No way,” he said, too quick and suddenly his cheeks matched yours. Pink and rosy and warm and you laughed. “No,” he tried again, smile tugging into a smug grin. Just a tiny bit King Steve, but the show of confidence made you weak in the knees, made you want to kiss him again and you grinned right back.

“Okay, but you’re driving. Robs has a hot date,” turning you winked at Robin and her jaw dropped, fighting the urge to dive over the counter and kill you.

“A hot date?” Steve’s eyes grew wide and he reached up to slap at Robin’s hands, “With Nance??”

“I’m late, gotta get this to Click, told her I’d close this up by eight so she could go home,” Robin rambled, trying to pretend like there was so much to do, but failing miserably.

“Have fun!” you teased, throwing her sing-songy tone back in her face, but she ignored you, walking off across the football field still mumbling under her breath.

You looked back to make a joke to Steve, to laugh at Robin, but the sight of him had your words dying in your throat.

"Ready?" he asked, twirling his keys on his ring finger, looking the most relaxed he’d been all night and your heart leapt, hammering against your ribcage. Deep green henley snug across his chest. Dark wash Levi’s hugging all the right places. Hair still messy in his eyes. Those eyes. One hand jammed in his pocket and dirty blue Adidas shifting on the terf, ready to get outta there. Ready to get a drink with you and dammit, Nancy was right.

He was a good kisser.

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: part 8

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 / Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: We are adding some friendly drama today, ulalala.

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Batman still hasn’t woken up after Arkham. Batgirl is hiding something about Donnie, and you and Leo have a moment.

Warnings: None as far as I can think of other than spelling💙

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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Sometimes you wondered where on earth you would be without Alfred. Had he not been a part of your life, you weren’t sure how any of you would be able to get Bruce back home safely. And you had to admit, there was something badass about watching your father’s usually mild mannered butler drive the Batmobile out the gates of Arkham Asylum, with Bruce and Damian in the back, just in time before the police got there.

You stayed back at the asylum with Batgirl and the turtles, standing in the entrance with all the inmates groaning or unconscious on the floor, as commissioner Gordon drove up to the front door. The commissioner was stunned, staring at the inmates, shocked by their mutated state, registering only a few of the words Leonardo told him, as he explained what had transpired.

“Crime fighting mutant turtles, and a mutant snake Joker”, he sighed, rubbing his forehead, looking at the anti ooze Donatello had handed him. “I should really go on a vacation soon”.

You couldn’t blame the poor guy. He rarely had any days off, and you could only imagine how he was stressing him out. This city was never quiet, and with the still expanding addition of mutants, made it all worse for him.

With the police updated and the situation under control, all six of you made your way back to Wayne Manor. Raphael grumbled all along the way, about how he was going to punch Shredder and Ra’s al Ghul’s faces in with his bare fists.

“That’s good and all”, Leo told him over his shoulder as you jumped over the roofs. “But we have to find them first”.

Leo was right. After your visit at Arkham Asylum, you were no closer to finding either Ra’s or Shredder, nor any closer to understanding what they wanted to use Joker’s venom for. Everything was still one big mystery to all of you.

Once at Wayne Manor, you were quick to find both Alfred and Robin in the Batcave, both attending to Batman on the table. It was a scary sight. Damian looked slightly fearful, but Alfred looked as calm as ever, eyes on his pocket watch while feeling Batman’s pulse through two fingers on his neck. You felt your guts tighten, nervousness spreading throughout your body.

“Is he going to be okay?”, you asked the butler, your eyes never leaving your father’s mask covered face.

“There’s nothing to fear, Miss (H/N)”, Alfred said, shooting you a small smile. “Master Donatello was right. The master is going to be alright”.

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling Leonardo’s comforting hand on your shoulder, his pretty blue eyes as sincere as could be, with a reassuring smile on his lips.

“When do you think he’ll wake up?”, Robin asked, worry still painted in his eyes as he took Batman’s hand in his, hoping to gain some sort of comfort.

“That is hard to say, Master Robin”, Alfred sighed, before turning towards you and the turtles. “It could very easily take some time before Batman wakes up, so in the meantime, it would probably be a good idea to show our guests the rooms they spend the night in”.

Mikey gasped, clapping his hands together with sparkles in his eyes. “Rooms?! As in, rooms with beds?! Real beds, and not just some tables in an old abandoned coffee shop?!”

You looked at Leo in confusion, raising your eyebrow as a way to ask him. “We’ve been spending the past few nights in an old abandoned coffee shop”, he sighed, trying to ignore your shocked expression and Batgirl’s giggles.

“How… accommodating”, Alfred hesitated before walking toward the exit. “Follow me gentleman, and I’ll show you to your rooms”.

The turtles looked at each other, shrugged, before following Alfred, all while Mikey skipped in his step, happy to finally be able to sleep in a soft bed once again.

As the evening went on, each of the turtles were shown to one of the many guest rooms throughout Wayne Manor. Alfred, who did not want the guys to tear up the place while he was asleep, and assigned them rooms as far away from each other as possible, first walking Mikey to his room, so he wouldn’t be able to know what halls his brothers were sleeping in.

As the four turtles made themselves at home in their momentary rooms, you stayed back in the Batcave with Barbara and Damian, watching over Bruce. All three of you, getting tired after a long night of unease, had removed your masks. You sighed as you took it off, rubbing your tired eyes, feeling a little bit of relief from taking the fabric off of your face.

Damian stayed close to your father, positioning himself on a stole, allowing him to watch over the dark knight. You sat yourself on an adjacent table, watching Barbara as she worked on the chemicals on the table in front of her. Anything that could help Bruce was appreciated, and maybe she could make something that could help him wake up.

But as you watched Barbara work, you couldn’t help but think of what Damian had asked her and Donnie, back at Arkham. “We didn’t interrupt your snugging, did we?” That comment repeated in your head, along with the way you had seen Leo smirk at Donnie when Barbara had caught Joker off guard. Your little brother was a little piece of shit sometimes, but there were times where he noticed things that you never even had thought of.

“So”, you asked, playing with the end of your left sleeve, thinking of the best way to ask. “Did you and Donnie kiss?”

Barbara almost knocked over all the glass tubes in front of her before shooting you a hard glare. Okay, maybe that had been too straightforward.

“It is questions like those that make me refuse to believe you and Damian ain’t actually related”, she retorted, turning back to the chemical balance she held by a cup.

“That was not the answer I was looking for”, you teased, leaning back onto the table, letting your head roll onto your shoulder. “But for real, did you and Donnie kiss in Arkham?”

“I have a better question for you, (Y/N)”, she said, not taking her eyes off the glass tube she now held in her hand, rotating it in circles. “Did you and Leo kiss?”

That question shocked you. Blinking a few times, you had to connect the wires in your brain.

“No”, you said, wondering how it wasn’t obvious. “My dad was there throughout the whole thing! Obviously we wouldn’t have kissed with him around”.

“So you would have kissed him if Bruce wasn’t around?”, she asked, a smirk on her lips, causing Damian to erupt in laughter. Fuck. You had fallen straight into her trap.

“That’s not what I said!”, you exclaimed, feeling yourself getting cornered.

“Well, that’s what it sounded like”, Barbara smiled. “It makes sense, I mean, didn’t he have pretty eyes?”

You blushed so hard that Damian was practically rolling on the floor, screaming about how busted you were. Your little crush on Leo was no longer so little, nor as hidden as you had thought it was.

You jumped from the table and down onto the floor, your cheeks still burning brightly red, steam practically fuming out of your ears as you started marching for the stairs. Anything to get away from those two, and the chaos that you had brought upon yourself.

“Whatever”, you grumbled. “I’m going to my room. Tell me when there’s food”.

“Say hey to Leo for me!”, Barbara yelled after you, once again making Robin laugh. It was a wonder how Bruce hadn’t woken up from all that noise yet.

Once you got to your room, you slammed the door shut behind you, before letting out a frustrated sound. Of course that was where Barbara had to turn the conversation. You should have known. You loved that girl like a sister, but her smart brains made her a horror to banter with, because she would often win… if not always.

With a sigh, you threw your mask onto your large bed, before turning towards your closet. You had now been wearing that superhero costume for what felt like days, and you were very much looking forward to wearing something else. You pulled some soft comfy closing for the closet, before shutting it and turning back towards your bed. But when you suddenly noticed that you weren’t alone in your room anymore, an unknown presence standing right beside you, your now open door casting their face in a shadow, you moved fast. You dropped the close in your hand, before kicking out the strangers legs, making them fall to the ground with a groan, before you jumped on the, pressing your forearm against their neck, only to notice a pair of pretty blue eyes staring back at you.

“Leo!”, you gasped, hurrying to stand up. “Are you okay?”

“Y- yeah, I think so”, he mumbled, rubbing his head. You took slight pity on him, before extending your hand to him, helping him up from your bedroom floor.

“I know you’re a ninja and all, but please don’t sneak up on me like that”.

“S- sorry, old habit”, he stammered. “I- I just wanted to check and see if you were okay”.

You turned your head to the side, looking questionable ast him, wondering where this sudden stammer came from. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Y- you know, after all that happened at A- Arkham, both with Scarecrow and y- your father…” Leo ceased to talk when you placed a hand on his shoulder, looking up at him.

“Are you okay, Leo?”, you asked, concern in your voice. “I’ve never heard you stammer before. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just”. He swallowed, biting his lip before he allowed himself to continue. “You’re not wearing your mask”. Oh. You turned your head, catching a glimpse of your mask, laying in the foot of your bed. Sudden nervousness washed over you, causing you to quickly remove your hand from his shoulder.

“Oh… yeah… I forgot…”, you mumbled. “Sorry about that”.

“I’m the one that should say sorry”, Leo admitted, letting out a small chuckle. “It was me that came into your room without knocking”.

You didn’t know what to say. The realization that this was the first time that Leo really saw your face, made your hands sweaty and your heart beating relentlessly, as if it tried to jump out of your ribcage. With Leo’s eyes watching your face, the only thing you felt like you could do was looking down at your feet, trying to hide your second blush in the past hour.

Leo didn’t know what came over him, because suddenly his hand was on your chin, tilting your face up towards him, letting his eyes wander across your features once more.

“You’re really pretty, (Y/N)”, Leo murmured, almost absentmindedly.

“Says the guy with the pretty eyes”, you retorted with a smile, causing Leo to chuckle lightly, momentarily avoiding your gaze. He was trying not to blush. How adorable. He licked his lip before giving it a small bit, looking back at you. Maybe you were seeing this, but you swore that he was closer to you now. The hand that still rested on your chin subconsciously tucking you towards him.

“You really think my eyes are that pretty?”, he asked, anticipation showing itself in his blue orbs.

You bit your lower lip before giving him a small nod, never dropping the intense eye contact the two of you had created with your close proximity. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t keep saying it, would I?”

Leo chuckled once more, this time not moving his eyes from yours. Then his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment. You could only wonder what he was thinking of, but you did have a qualified guess. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same thought about his lips.

Your heart skipped a beat as your faces got closer. Leo could feel your breath against his lips, making his own heart flutter. It felt wrong not to hold you in this moment, so Leo reached for your waist with his other hand, his fingertips softly gracing your side, as if he was scared it wasn’t okay. Your own fingers graced his arms, as a way to tell both you and him that it was okay.

You were so close. So close that you could almost feel Leo’s lips against your own, and as you closed your eyes, his striking blue ones were still clear in the eye of your mind. Those damn pretty eyes.

“Guys!”, a happy voice sounded from the hallway. You and Leo jumped from each other, just in time before Mikey stood in the doorway, a bright smile that soon was replaced by confusion, when he saw you and Leo’s flustered stages and your heavy breathing. You could only imagine how it looked from his perspective.

“What?”, Leo asked, fighting the blush that was forming on his face, trying his best not to sound annoyed.

“Well, I just wanted to hear if you two wanted pizza for dinner, or if we should get Alfred to cook, but if you two want to be alone…”

“Do whatever you like, Mikey”, Leo said, sounding more frustrated than he had intended. “Whatever you decide is probably good”.

“In that case!”, Mikey smiled brightly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Alfred said he could get everything ready in half an hour, so don’t get too busy with each other!”

You sucked in a breath of pure surprise, feeling your body stiffen at his statement. Leo too was beyond flustered by this comment.

“Mikey!”, he yelled at his little brother, as the orange clad turtle ran away with a manic laugh. Still flustered, Leo turned towards you, embarrassment written all over his face. You could only imagine how you looked. Eyes wide and limbs stiffer than wood.

“Is he always that annoying?”, you asked, looking for a way to ease the tension.

“Yes”, Leo sighed. “All day, every day”.

“Sounds like Damian”, you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. “Come, we should probably go to the dining hall before Mikey and Damian start putting together a narrative”.

“Sounds like a good idea”, Leo said, following you out of your bedroom.

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The next morning you woke up earlier than the rest of the household, before making your way to the kitchen. Here you found a sleepy Damian eating breakfast made by Alfred, trying his best to stay awake.

“Damn, what happened to you?”, you asked, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice.

“Michelangelo got the bedroom next to mine”, Damian grumbled, poking at his eggs and bacon.

“And what’s wrong with that?”, you asked. “I thought you liked Mikey after he saved father”.

“I liked him, until he started snoring”, he growled, poking a hole into the egg yoke. He stared at it for a moment, before a mischievous smile appeared on his face. “Talking about like, guess what”.

“What?”, you asked confused as Alfred served you your quick breakfast.

“I saw Donatello in the hallway last night, long after dinner”, the little demon smiled.

“So?”, you asked, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“Donnie’s guest room is on a different wing. Barbara’s guest room is opposite of mine”. You almost choked on your orange juice, coughing in order to clear your airway. Damian placed his hands behind his head with a self satisfied smile. “So maybe your questions weren’t so far off last night”.

“Have you just given me dirt on Barbara, in case she dismisses my questions about her and Donnie again?”, you asked, chest still hurting from the orange juice.

“Yes I did”, he said, poking his fork into the egg.

“You really do love to watch the world burn, don’t you?”

“Thank my grandfather for that”, he said, chewing the egg with a smile.

[a-spes]

S T A I N E D H E A R T S - One shot.

Words count - 1,4k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, a bit of angst / comfort.

Summary - Fury sent you and Natasha on a mission even if he knows you are in a relationship.

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You are on the roof of a building, laying on the dust, not letting your eyes out of the window of your target’s apartment. The window is on the opposite building, right in front of you, if he decides to finally come back, you would be able to shoot him quite easily. 

Except that he is not here, probably decided it was a good day to stay longer outside. You sigh, starting to be impatient. According to the informations given to you, he should have been here two hours ago, it’s been twice the time you have been waiting him to open this fucking door, barely moving.

“ I swear, if Fury gave us the wrong address, I am gonna chop his head off ” you mumble. Throught the communication device, Natasha can be heard chuckling.

You almost forgot that you are not alone in that mission. While you are waiting on a roof, laying on the concrete for hours, burning under the summer sun, she is comfortably sitting in a car parked near to the target’s building. Since you got here, none of you talked, except a few words from time to time because he was supposed to arrive soon and you both needed to concentrate. At least, he was supposed to show up. He is still not here. 

“ I am serious, ‘tasha ” you add. Most of the agents would be fired if they dared to talk to Fury the way you are, but he needs you too much for that. Also, he probably appreciates you more than he wants to admit it.

“ I know, love, I know ” she replies and, if you can’t see her, you know she is smiling, it is something you can tell by her tone.

An additional ten minutes elapsed before the wait was eventually worth it, you sighed in relief when you saw him. The man enters the building, coming into the apartment a few minutes later, all under your surveillance, you aren’t missing any of his movements.

“ Here you go ” you whisper.

You can hear Natasha saying something like she gets it and doesn’t want you to move but you can’t be sure, the man taking all your attention at the moment. In fact you are not here to kill him, you are supposed to do it just in case things go wrong - it would be a shame to kill the man that has the information you need.

In fact, the plan is supposed to be very simple, at least according to Fury. But, to be honest, if you are listening to him, the missions are always easy. However, working for him made you learn things never go the way they are supposed to : in Fury’s language, easy is just a synonym for death trap. 

Obviously this mission is no different from the others. The man you are looking for has something you need to take back before it can be used by the terrorist organization he is working for. He is just a subordinate so, in theory, it shouldn’t be that hard. You don’t know much more about the story, Fury rarely gives a lot of information : he asks you something, you do it and then you get the money. It is how things work and, even if most of the time it annoys you, here you are, exactly where he wants you to be.

“ Crap ! ” she exclaims. 

“ Nat’ ? Is everything okay ? ” you immediately ask, your voice being full of worries. Your girlfriend is not the kind of person to curse, it is more your thing, hearing her using such words is a sign that something is not going well.

“ Yeah - ” she starts but she is being cut by a loud noise, as if she is thrown against a furniture. Oddly, you don’t believe her when she assures you that everything is fine. “ Stay where you are. ”

“ What a liar … ” you mumble. The problem with going on missions with Natasha as a partner is that she is trying too hard to keep you safe. She doesn’t think twice before putting herself in danger, even when it is unecessary, just so you don’t get hurt. 

And it is exactly what she is doing right now. You are trying to keep an eye on her through the apartment’s window but you can’t see anything, they must be fighting in another room. 

“ Fuck it ” you eventually say. This time, you are the one cursing and Natasha doesn’t even make a comment about it. All you can hear from her side are some fight noises, she probably didn’t even hear you talking.

You really tried to do as she asked you but the wait is unbearable. There is a difference between not moving for hours, waiting for a target to show up, and not moving while your girlfriend might need your help. Even if she is probably doing fine on her own, your worries make seconds seem like hours and staying here is impossible.

A few minutes later, you decide to leave your position to lead to the building she is in. The closest you get from the apartment, the loudest the noises are. It is until they suddenly stop, leaving you with an odd silence : the time you get here, the fight must’ve stopped and you don’t know how you feel about that news. As the door is wide open, you can easily make your way into the dark apartment. It has a living-room with an open kitchen but those rooms are empty so you decide to keep walking, entering the corridor that leads to the other pieces. The sunlight can barely come in so you have to be careful, you know it.

“ You better be alive ” you whisper as you slowly make your way into the apartment.

Suddenly, you feel a movement on your right. Sadly, by the time you realize, it is already too late. Your mind is too busy worrying about your lover that you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings, a rookie mistake.

It all happens in a few seconds, so quickly that your gun is useless. An arm around your throat, your opponent is holding you firmly and struggling is useless as they would tighten their grip until you can barely breathe. If you want to get out of that situation, you are gonna need to outsmart them.

“ Love ? ” the voice says. She immediately lets you go. “ I told you to stay where you were, why can’t you listen for once ? ” at her tone you can guess that she is really mad at you right now.

“ Can’t let you have all the fun while I am waiting, can I ? ” you reply once your breathing is back to normal.

You don’t really mind her harsh tone, you know that it is not against you. Natasha fears that you could get hurt, sure, but she is even more scared by the idea that it could be because of her. You told her many times that it won’t happen but she doesn’t listen to you, the person she was being stuck in her mind, even years after she left the Red Room.

In any case, you can see that your joke didn’t make her laugh. Your attempt to lighten the mood is a failure, all you get in exchange is Natasha’s dead-stare, the one that makes you immediately go quiet. You know that anything that you could say from now would only make things worse. Slowly, you come closer to Natasha, your hands taking hers. At first, she is tense, her first are clenched, but she eventually lets it go, wrapping her fingers around yours. It is the only way you know to comfort her when she is in that state, prisoner of her past. 

“ There is blood ” you quietly say after a few minutes of silence, looking at her bloody hands. Her suit is in a similar state.  “ Not mine ” she replies in the same tone, and a soft smile appears on both of your faces. As you look behind her back you can, indeed, notice three men. They are laying on the floor, all unconscious and tied and you weren’t expecting less from the woman you love.

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Forced some words just to make sure I could. Short, silly ficlet. Whatever these two got going on is not normal.)

“I told you to put an AirTag in his luggage last time it was in the Elite locker room,” Matthew says. “You didn’t do it, and now—”

“I didn’t do it,” Nicholas replies, “because every time I walked over to that side of the room, he looked at me like he knew exactly what was I doing.”

Matthew groans. “Well, having him be suspicious then would be better than him being missing now!”

“Just text him again.”

“I’ve texted him five times,” Matthew says. “He’s answered none of them. He hasn’t answered me in days because for some reason, he never thinks he has to.”

“I asked the EA to figure out what happened with his flight, and she hasn’t gotten back to me,” Nicholas says.

“Dock her pay. This is ridiculous. We should have the flight numbers anyway if—”

“I asked him for his flight number earlier in the week,” Nicholas waves his phone around a few times. “He doesn’t answer me, either!”

“Okay,” Matthew says, “we’ll just—”

“He’s at the airport,” Darby interrupts, from the table behind them, and both Matthew and Nicholas freeze, then turn in tandem. Darby’s got his boots up on the opposite chair, like a heathen, and is scrolling lazily through his phone.

“What?” Nicholas asks.

Darby shrugs. “You chucklefucks have been talking about this, out loud, in catering, for the past fucking ten minutes. I just texted him.”

“Why do you even have his number?” Nicholas demands.

“And he answered?” Matthew says, incredulous. “Wait, what did you text?”

Darby reads from his screen: “‘Hey, where you at, you dumb bitch, I wanna punch your face in.’ And he replied, ‘Stuck waiting for car at airport, you clown college reject. You can beat me up when I get there.’” Darby lifts his chin to look at the other two. “He sounds cranky.”

Nicholas stares at Darby. “What?”

“Ask him how long until he gets here,” Matthew orders.

Darby grumbles, but his fingers tap into the screen. The room goes quiet, footsteps out in the hallway. Matthew waits with growing impatience—because first of all, what the hell is even happening where Darby gets responses from Jack before they do, and secondly, why has Jack decided that he is simply too important to answer them in the first place?

“Well?” Nicholas says. “What did you say?”

“Jesus Christ.” Darby sighs. “I said ‘ETA? Hate your stupid fucking face. Also catering has chocolate mousse pie today.’ And he replied, ‘Probably thirty minutes. Your ugly mug haunts my dreams. Save me a slice.’”

“I… “ Nicholas seems unable to complete his thought. “I don’t…?”

“What do you text each other?” Matthew asks.

“Threats,” Darby replies, breezy. “Vaguely sinister Instagram reels. A lot of knife and skull emojis. Although the other night we were promising to pick out each other’s coffins for Wembley; you guys got, like, a catalog for that? ‘Cause I’m gonna make his obnoxious.”

Matthew’s temples are throbbing. “What? No.”

“Ugh, fine. We’ll just do it online, then.”

Nicholas. “Hold on. You’re saying he always answers?”

“Jack? Yeah, he’s a fast replier.” Darby shrugs again, that absurd pink coat he insists on wearing every single day shifting around his shoulders. “Whatever. Now you know where he is. I gotta go get a slice of pie so I can smash it into his hair when he finally shows up, cause that’s gonna take forever to wash out, so fuck you very much, E-V-Shitheads.”

He gets up and wanders back over to the dessert table, while Nicholas looks at Matthew with alarm written over his features. “Fine him for the language?”

“I mean, yes, obviously, but…” Matthew’s a bit preoccupied now, in account of trying to figure out what on earth is happening here. “Should we be concerned about this?”

“Should probably be concerned about Jack not sending us his flight numbers,” Nicholas mumbles. “And the EA dragging her feet about it.” He watches Darby pick up one of the mousse plates. “This does not feel excellent.”

“No, it does not,” Matthew agrees, and then he looks at his own phone, where Jack has still not texted him back despite his five messages of where are you? with an increasing amount of question marks attached.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I must be getting ready for spooky season early because all damn day, all I've been thinking obsessively about Steve with an honest-to-god fetish for vampires.

It's just this fixation that he's had his whole conscious life. It's what he can't get away from. Every time he's alone with his fist around his dick, no matter what started him down that path, whatever brought him there, it always, always ends up with vampires, no matter how unrelated it seems from the original thought.

There's, just, something about vampires. Okay, fine, it's everything about them. The teeth, the danger, the vulnerability, the risk, the reward, and the taboo, yet, also the mystery. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. It ignites Steve. He can hardly think about vampires or hear them mentioned in passing without quivering. He can't escape his ever-present wants.

His needs.

So, when he's turns 21, the first thing he does isn't shoot too much fruity alcohol for a few hours, then spend the rest of his night regretting it in a tiny bathroom stall, the whole world spinning, but instead, the his first 21+ act is walking into a blood bar.

He's not had anything alcoholic to drink, rather he's sipping on a drink, leaning against the counter, not even bothering to snag a seat because he doesn't plan on waiting long enough to get comfortable. He's waited this long already. He doesn't want to waste another minute. The first vampire that approaches him, he's gonna say fuck. yes. He's so ready to have his first experience.

Portrying such casual energy with a pose like that, dressed in nothing special, just any old clothes that he wouldn't be out of place wearing in the middle of the street on a regular day, sipping from a glass, Bucky sees him and thinks he might be a regular that he's somehow missed every time he's come in to this establishment before. But... the second Bucky gets near him, drawn to him inexplicably, Bucky understands the ruse.

It's only a skin deep mirage.

Interesting.

And Bucky knows so because even without his enhanced, inhuman senses, Bucky suspects he'd be able to hear the jackrabbit-fast hammering of his heart. Hell, he'd probably be able to feel the nervousness rolling off of him in waves, too. He doesn't need to have so, so many years of life experience and heightened sense to know that--

Oh, he's new.

Bucky can feel his fangs as a delicious pressure in his mouth where they're aching to drop. His stomach rumbles, just as eager. He wants to feed.

And he wants this one.

The newcomer is everything Bucky wants, big and muscular but so clearly sweet, biting his lip, trying and failing to hide how nervous and excited he is, leaning back and hiding behind his drink while his eyes dart around the room, trying to discern who's human and who isn't. He's so laughably, plainly, obviously ready to melt under expert touch.

He's in luck.

Bucky swoops in, settling next to him (on a bar stool, thank you very much), and soon...

Steve is squirming faintly--trying to restrain himself to make this as easy as possible and failing because he's that much of an eager, sweet thing and it feels that good--beneath the teeth of Bucky.

Soon, Steve is going from pink and feverish with want, finally on the cusp of getting what he's desired all his life so badly, to pale and shaking, moaning no less than a man being pleasured by a hot body wrapped tightly around his cock as Bucky feeds from him. His hands started out digging into Bucky's arms, holding him there, not wanting this opportunity to experience this fantasy to slip away, but now his grip is getting a little weaker. His body is slouching down where Bucky has him pressed against the high, sturdy wooden bar. And pure ecstasy bleeds across Steve's face, tainting his expression into a beautiful, fucked up thing that just makes Bucky crave more from him.

Yet, when Bucky pulls away with just a little less than his fill, being careful with this eager, sweet creature, Steve whimpers.

His hands paw uncoordinatedly at Bucky, trying to grab him and pull him back for a second taste. He can't, though, not when his brain has so clearly been drained from his skull, out through his ears and nose, leaving him empty-headed and pathetic, hazily clamoring for more pleasure like a junkie falling from a high. More. Please.

Instantly, in a terribly hot flash, Bucky thinks, oh, this one is gonna be fun. He's asking for trouble. Begging, really, making noises and faces like that.

Bucky already craves more of the way he tastes. There's always a heady, intoxicating undercurrent to those that enjoy the special delight of being prey, and Steve has the sweetest cocktail Bucky's ever tasted. Right there in his veins, thrumming hot and thick. He likes it bad.

And, hmm, it seems like they're both in luck here. Aren't they?

This will be trouble. It already is.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

The Interview

A/N: For @lacilou . I hope I got it right. Merry Christmas!

"Christ, I can't believe I'm doin this shit. Lucky I don't burn Vought to the fuckin ground for this.."

Don't give a damn if the wretch behind the door can hear my discontent as I recheck the address from a slip of paper in my hand. Probably got some young spit fuck with their head up their ass to do this shit. I can't believe these assholes have me out here in the burbs even botherin with this crap. Since when do they do private residential interviews with the fuckin talent?

Grunting confirmation from the piece of paper, I crumble it and toss it to the immaculate lawn behind me. Rolling my shoulders, head tip to the sky as I take a deep breath before giving the front door 2 hard knocks; only a few seconds go by before I hear hurried footsteps comin from upstairs on the other side.

Looking over my shoulder to make sure my driver from Vought is still parked by the curb cause no way was I going to let this shit last more than 10 minutes. Saw the perfect bar servin half off whiskey for happy hour and I ain't about to miss it for some fuckin interrogation.

I turned to face the door as it opens but God damn if seeing you for the first time doesn't completely incinerate my foul mood. The sun bounces off your y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, lighting them up as you smile up at me with the cutest pink cheeks. You look so fuckin vibrant, your excitement palpable. Busty chest teases me into a quiet submission, risin and jigglin a bit quicker than normal from your jog down the stairs.

Fuck, I thought I'd be dealin with a 20-somethin year old idiot wasting my time talkin about my glory days, not a fuckin goddess just ripe for the pickin. I hope to God you don't notice me gaze from your tits to your shapely hips. I doubt you do not since I'm leerin so fuckin intently; almost miss the sweet ring of your voice speaking to me as you repeat yourself.

"Soldier boy? Hi! So nice to meet you. I'm y/n."

Holding your hand out to me, fingers painted the most alluring blood red, I mentally note how they match your pretty toes in your stark white plushy house shoes as you take a step back and politely gesture me to come in.

"Thank you."

I cough to clear my throat as I enter, suddenly feeling a few seconds of anxiousness at the beautiful vixen leading me to the living room. Can't remember the last time I've felt this way just from meeting a woman for the first time.

Your home is bright and pretty, like you. The smell of you is heavy in the air, so absolutely intoxicating as I admire the inside of your abode. The drapes and windows open wide letting the fresh air waft in and I wanna put a end to that immediately; wanna get cozy in your natural feminine scent.

You're talking, showering me in praise of my latest mission and how honored you are to meet your fave hero as I stare at your ass. So hard to not get lost in the sway your full figure.

I'm sure you thought there wasn't a thing sensual about the white button up, first two buttons undone giving me the smallest peek at the top of your ample chest; and sleeves rolled up to the elbows and paired with black leggings that accentuate your perfect frame. But that was your first mistake. Your second was letting me in.

"We alone, sweetheart?" I interrupt, sitting in the seat you offer.

Clearly confused, you nod slowly. It's obvious my question throws you off and makes you think. It's silent as you awkwardly turn to the tripod pointed at us. I can hear your little heart start to beat faster and I'm actually kinda proud. Good girl, at least you know your completely helpless and at the big bad wolf's mercy. The thought makes me smirk as I watch your fingers shakily turn on the camera.

"Before we start can I get you anything? Something to drink? Think I have some bourbon in the kitchen. If not, there's definitely whisky- or water if you prefer?"

Much as I want that drink, I'm absolutely bewitched by you and don't want you outta my sight for even a second. So for the first time in my life I decline a drink.

"No thank you."

"Um.. So.. did you get the list of questions? I sent them over to Vought a few days ago. I didn't want to be intrusive or do anything to catch you off guard."

"I did."

More silence.

"Okay.. Did you get a chance to read em?"

"I did not."

It's hard not to smile at the way you nip your lips nervously, fingers wringing together as you sit in front of me. I should feel bad how I'm flustering you but I can't help it. Love the way your cheeks tint as you look anywhere but at my face.

"Eyes on me, pretty"

I want to devour you from how quick you comply. So shy but a good listener. Also noted.

"Can't interview me if you won't look at me, can you?"

You shake your head, silky hair moving to your shoulders.

"Words."

"No, sir."

"Good girl. Continue."

Gotta cross my legs and put my hands in my lap to hide the way my cock starts to chub up at your good manners. Christ, you're exactly how I like em. Can't stand the little young things from the new generation: all mouth or ready and willing to hop on whatever dick gets them clout. Love a nice mature woman; pretty but reserved and lets me do the talking.

"Just start, honey. Believe me when I say ain't nothin you can say or do to make me uncomfortable."

I tilt my head, noticin your thighs clench together a few times and take a deep breath through my nose. Oh. Fucking. Hell. You're getting wet, I can smell it. Scent so light you musta only just started to wet up between those enticing thighs. Perfect girl must like the way I tell her what to do. Or maybe its the praise? Either way I definitely plan on finding out.

"O-okay. Um, let's start with your return? How exactly-"

"Off-limits." That much Vought made clear.

"How about why you left? You were the world's hero and then-"

"Uh uhn." I shake my head.

You pause for just a second, crossing your arms before asking your next question.

"Well what about the seven?"

I raise my brow, waiting for you to continue.

"Will you be joining Homelander in the seven? If so, will that be as a teammate or replacement?"

Cheeky lil thing..

"There is no replacing Homelander; He's the hero of yesterday, today, and tomorrow." I repeat the scripted answer for what must be the millionth time since I've returned.

"Nice. Very nice response."

"Thanks."

"Who wrote it?"

Your hands pop over your mouth, eyes wide as you realize who the fuck you're talking to.

"I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have, Soldier Boy, sir. Forgive me."

I smile at your own corrective action. I wonder if you're usually this polite or if you're just a good girl when you're frightened. I need to find out with my head between your legs. Fuck, I'm so hard thinkin bout you, pray to God you dont notice and try kick me out. Not sure I could just leave without sampling you, fuckin temptress.

"Notta problem, darlin. Don't got to be so tense with me, won't hurt you. And call me Ben. No need for that Soldier Boy shit. Though I do like when you call me sir. Can try Daddy next if you'd like." I tell you with a confident smirk.

That's gets me a fresh whiff of the juices spilling outta that hidden little patch of heaven. I breathe it in deeply, internally groaning at how my cock wont stop jerking against my palm at your aroma; not sure how much longer I can keep my hands off you.

It's so cute how you sputter in embarrasment, even with your knees clutchin together over and over. I know your doin it for some pressure on that throbby lil clit. Wonder how you'd react if I told you I could smell how fuckin wet you are for me.

"No, No sir, I.. I couldn't- wouldn't-"

"Jokin sweetheart. Please, go on."

Frazzled but ever the professional, you continue after a quick deep breath.

"Is it possible for you to tell me where you were during your hiatus?"

I only smile politely at you.

"How about we try something lighter: what was the first thing you did when you got back? Did you go see Crimson Countess?"

"I did."

"And how was that? She must've missed you dearly."

"Actually, it wasn't the romantic reunion you might've thought it would be."

"Why's that? All those years apart, I could think of a thing or 2 I'd wanna do." You say with the loveliest smile I've ever seen.

Hell, if you were my woman no way I'd let you outta bed since my grand return. Have that pussy singing for me day and night.

"Her and I had long fizzled out, 's nothin there. But had it been someone as pretty as you darlin, I'm sure I couldn't help but indulge."

Fuck, that lil blush against your smooth creamy cheeks is so sexy. Need to see it spread allover your body as I fuck you to tears.

"Have you.. Indulged often? Since becoming the infamous Soldier Boy?"

I think about your question for just a moment. Funny how quick this little interview turned into an inquiry about my dirty deeds.

"Haven't had anyone like you, that's for sure."

"Not what I asked."

"Yeah but your not asking what you really wanna know, are ya y/n? Dont be shy, pretty, shoot."

I say the last sentence just to get another dose of the fragrance between your legs and I'm not disappointed. Know without a doubt you're fuckin soakin wet by now. Your lil fists are balled in your lap, arousal seeping off you in waves as you sit stiff as hell in your seat. I'm bout to do somethin bout the way you eyein me down like you wanna test drive.

"So you haven't. You know.. Since you've been back?"

I laugh, dick twitchin at your question. Can't even say the words, just like you cant get that lil pussy to stop drippin for me.

"Have I fucked anyone since I've been back?" I chuckle.

You nod.

"No. Come to think of it, it's been longer than I'd like to admit since I've enjoyed a nice tight hole."

Guess my answer gets your mind reelin, pretty eyes leavin a searing trail over every inch of my athletic build as you ogle me openly. Fuck it. I remove my hands, legs spread as I give you a view of my dick stickin up in my pants.

My cock is so fuckin hard, bulging so big and lewd in my snug ass suit. I love the lil gasp you emit as I flex, makin it twitch for you. Mmmm, pretty lil sound got my dick startin to leak; a nice wet spot formin before your eyes.

"Wow.. It's so- you're.. Wow.."

Poor needy baby probably doesn't even realize how hungry you look, tongue peekin out to moist your bottom lip as you lean forward in your chair for a closer look. Shit, I can give you a hand with that.

Standin up and separatin the distance between us in seconds, I bend down and lean in to nose up your slender neck and whisper at your ear.

"As fun as this has been, your lil interrogation bout where my dicks been last.. I'd rather show you where the fuck I'm tryna put it now. You gone let me teach you sumn, darlin?"

Wish I could swallow your smalI gasps as I grip and massage at the warm flesh of your thighs. Fuck, how you tilt your head to give me access, shutting those pretty eyes is drivin me insane. The little catches in your breath are the only sound in the room as I wait for you to respond. Your mind seems muddled, already sensitive from the smallest touch and I'm gonna have so much fun with that.

"Sweetheart?" I skim back down to leave wet kisses at your slender neck as I slide my hands up your thighs just inches from your lil pussy, still rubbing slowly. "That what you want? Gotta use your words if you want me, y/n."

"Yes!" It's so needy, so desperate the way you say it, grippin my uniform tight in each fist. "Need you so much Ben- sir, 'm sorry. Want you to touch me so bad!"

Desperate words gonna make me cum before I even whip it out. Your so whiny as you turn your head to connect our lips. I swallow each whine as you melt into our kiss. It's so fuckin wet, so messy as you moan into my mouth like I'm already fuckin you. Most definitely the straw that broke the camels back.

I tuck my fingers into the waistband of your leggings and pull them down. Your groan of discontent as you chase my lips when I pull back to take em off completely is so cute. I love how you've become nothin more than my personal lil needy brat.

"Stop that. Sit back. Or your not gonna get this."I threaten as I step back, unzipping my suits pants, pullin out my fat hard cock and givin it a few squeezes.

Definitely gonna get this reward how you do exactly what I say, beautiful legs parting as you grip your tits through your shirt. Got me squeezin the base of my dick so I don't buss at the simple fact you ain't had no fuckin panties on underneath your bottoms.

"Take that shit off." I nod to your button up.

You do it, not bothering to unbutton a single button; opting to just slip it over your head instead. Damn I aint never seen titties I wanted to suck on more, dark pink peaks stiff as fuck from your groping.

Gotta close my eyes and hold my breath for a few seconds to gain my composure. Every ripple and dimple makes me wanna leave bites all over your smooth milky skin. Fuck, why you gotta be so damn perfect?

"Gone be an angel for me and do exactly as I say?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Spread them lips. Show me inside."

I'm wonderin what happened to my shy woman as you show me the pink of you. Pussy lookin so fat and wet, so inviting. Them ivory lips, dusted with just the smallest amount of hair, quiver as I stare at your insides flutterin; callin out jus for me.

"That's it, go head and play in it mama. Get that shit wet fa me."

Peep how your beath comes a bit faster through your slightly parted lips as you slowly swipe at your swollen clit and stare at my rigid dick. Your eyes close as you press harder, a small hiss slippin out.

"Uh uhn. Eyes on me. If I gotta say it again, ima paint the lips of that perfect pussy and leave you wantin. Hear me?"

"Yes, yes sir. 'M so sorry. So so sorry. I'll be good for you."

I should feel some type of way from how you look straight at my cock instead of my eyes as you plead with me. Shit, guess its fine; can't stop taking in your gorgeous frame either, especially with you slidin your other hand down to fuck a dainty finger into yourself. Don't even realize I've started to stroke my dick while I watch you moan loudly as you put on show.

"Fuck honey, thats it, touch that pretty lil pussy for me."

Your back arches, small pudge of your tummy jiggling as you stick your chest out. Already trembling with the sensations swirling in your distressed body. You moan out to me lustfully and add a second finger. Seems like a bit of a stretch as you wiggle your nose in discomfort.

"Pleeease Ben, touch me! Need to feel your hands on me, in me. Please!"

Ain't gotta ask me twice. I slide both hands up your thighs to reach under you and grab at the soft plush of your ass and massage roughly. Sucking your right nipple between my lips, I lather it generously before givin a slight tug.

"Haaaaah, uhnuhn- Oh my god!"

You don't need the hard suction I wanna give you, seems like just my lips around your pert nip has you shiverin underneath me. I pull off your breast with a soft 'pop' before switching to the other.

"Christ,I'msoclose! Please! Please, don't stop. Pleeeease!"

"Fuck, sure darlin? Ain't even get a chance to show ya pussy some love. You gushin for me already?"

I let go of my dick to replace your digits with one of mine. Testing the waters, I slowly slide it in and out as we simultaneously look down to watch. It's too hot inside, like the fuckin heat from the sun. That warmth on my cock is gone drive me crazy I know it.

"You fuckin chokin my finger y/n. How you gone take my dick?"

My middle finger prods at your opening before I add it to the mix, poking and scissoring at you a bit faster. Your hands leave your center to grip at the arms of the chair, nails diggin into the soft fabric. A light perspiration begins to coat your sexy frame as you bask in your pleasure.

"OhfuckBen, wait! Gimme a- aahhhhgod!"

I'm rubbing at your throbbing clit with my other hand making you toss her head back, hair spilling over the back of the chair. Your unintentionally humpin at my hands, lids low as you fight to do as I say and keep your eyes open. Such a good fucking girl, so I tell you that you are as I do my very best to unravel you from the inside out.

"Fuck you're doin so well for me. Gotta stretch this pretty puss to take my cock, honey. Still want it? Need me to fuck you good sweetheart?

"Yes! Yes, sir, pleeease! Need you so much, ohgod! Soooo good, cummin Ben. 'M cummin for youuuu!"

Can't really believe you manage to stare up at me with your eyes open wide as you convulse in you chair and cum for me harder than any woman ever has. My hands wet to the wrist, white cream oozing down my fingers as I rub your lil button and fuck into your spasmin cunt quicker than before.

"Goood fuckin girl, that's it! Bet you needed this huh, darlin? Gimme that shit, yeeeah. I want all of it."

Sounds of my sloppy finger fuck are loud as another dose spills down to your clenched ass cheeks. Get a pang of pride from how your head lolls to the side, y/h/c brows pinched as you pant.

I don't stop till your thighs snap shut, trying to escape my fingers as you press back into your cushioned chair.

I pull away, tasting you with a groan before using your juices to wet up my cock as I fuck my fist with a few rough strokes. Shit its not enough; ima have eat that lil pussy later. For now, I need to be inside you.

Immediately undressing, I notice my poor dazed angel breathing heavily thorough your cute lil nose. Your eyes finally close, knees pulled together as you tiredly run your fingers through your y/h/t hair. The small hint of a smile on your lips pump my ego; glad to know it was good for you.

Takin a few steps back towards your dark grey sectional, I sit on the carpet in front of it; back leaning against it with my legs spread. Takes alotta fuckin willpower to not stroke my dick till I buss to the sight of your nude frame.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

You give me a short nod, eyes still shut.

"C'mere then."

Ever the perfect girl, you open your eyes, briefly lookin at my cock before makin your way over to me. I pull you down to sit in front of me on carpet between my spread legs. Leaning in and peckin your cheek twice, hands grabbin a handful of your soft tits.

"Still want this? Cause once I get in, I ain't fuckin stoppin till I cream yo shit up. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." It comes out so meek as you give me a shy smile.

Aight, it's a wrap. I grab you by the throat and push you back, signaling for you to lean back on your palms between my open legs. Swiping my the head of my dick through your slit once before impatiently snappin my hips forward, piercing you on my leaky, sensitive tip.

"OHFUCKBEN!

Your wails echo off the ceiling of your living room and for the first time I'm worried someone might hear through the open window. I don't give a fuck about consequences, aint shit a soul on this earth can do to me. Except interrupt this perfect moment of me tryna get my dick into you. Your red manicured fingers dig into the carpet as you try raise up.

"Come on, y/n, c'mere. Quit tryna hop off my shit."

Letting go of your neck, I slide my forearms underneath your knees to grip you around to hold your waist firmly. I pull you closer to me, forcing you to slide a bit further on my dick. Your no match for my strength and I make sure you know that.

"Jesus, woman, you so fuckin tight. Thought you said you wanted this? Open this shit up for me then or ima make you." I growl out, using your waist to push you back before pull you back down repeatedly.

"Fuuuck- icant! 'Stoobig, too big Ben!"

Sweetheart not lying; I ain't never been small and the V only enhanced my shit. Poor baby gone have to get that pussy to swallow 8 inches at the least. (Ain't neva measure it, might be fun to do it with you after I see how much of it you can take.) Too bad I can't muster to feel an ounce of pity as I bully my distressed cock into your helpless cunt. You should count ya blessings that I'm fuckin you like this and not makin you sit on my dick till I bottom out and ride me till breed you.

"Don't give a fuck. Told you I wasn't stoppin till I was done. Take this dick y/n."

Your head snaps back, neck rolling limply at the intense pressure. Guess I'll give you a pass for shuttin those gorgeous eyes. Your sob of despair would reach the heart of any sane man; good thing I ain't one of em. You really should make sure you know someone before you let them rearrange your guts sweetheart. And after getting a taste of this pussy, I really don't wanna let another soul of the opposite sex near you.

"Ooooh fuck y/n, so glad you lemme in honey. This the best pussy I ever had in my life, angel. Mmmmfuck. Wish it was the only one. No one compares- aaaaah shit, just like that. You got it mama, wet my shit up."

Thrusting upwards while pullin you on my prick got me goin ballistic, impalin you half way as I watch your tits bounce widly in front of my face. It's feels so damn incredible, I mindlessly suck marks wherever I can reach on your breasts. Gotta make sure my small nips and sucks leave hickies that stain almost every inch of the fair skin of your tits.

"P-pleeease Ben. Mmmmfuck.. Least slow down- ahhhhh! Haven't done this in so loooong."

That gets me to pause the beginning of the savage fuck I'm tryin to get into, my head poppin up out your cleavage. A line of spit connects from my lips to your breasts.

"How long?"

"S-since.. Since my divorce." You're voice is so quiet as you stutter out your answer.

"How. LONG?"

2 deep thrust that have you squealin and me almost in to the fuckin hilt. I'm drownin in yo shit, woulda probably bottomed out if your walls would stop clutchin my cock so goddamn frantically.

"2 years, Ben! Its b-been 2 years."

Huffin, blinkin back tears and leanin forward into my solid chest; you're pressin our bodies together as you hold at me tightly. It makes my pace slow as you change the angle, grasping at me like a child does their blanket. Should fuckin feel bad at the sobs wrackin you, the sporadic spasms that have you buckin your fragile body into mine but I fuckin don't.

Can't is more like it cause my mind is reeling at your revelation. Then that meant you were a single. Would've never dreamed I'd have chance like this with an exquisite woman as yourself. The reality of this being more, without me havin to kill some poor sap, that you could be mine forever has an intense buzz building in my balls.

"You belong to me now, woman. Got that?" I demand at your ear lowly.

You nod, pussy still grappling my dick as your thick cream drips out between your glistening puss down my shaft to pool at my sack. It doesn't help you already look absolutely destroyed and I'm not even in all the way yet. Fuck, another few deep breaths as I try not to end this heavenly encounter too early.

"Christ, I don't deserve you sweetheart. I know you can't know how I know that but trust me. You're too good for me."

I try to pull my hips back but your still clinging to me so fuckin tight as you breathe heavily. Shit, no woman I've ever fucked has had me so ready to nut just from watchin her take my dick.

"Let me go, y/n." I demand through clenched teeth.

Gotta admit I'm absolutely appalled at the quick shake of your head as you swiftly decline. You've been such a good girl till now. Still.. Just gimme a reason, right?

I reach back around my neck to unclasp your arms, leaning forward slowly to lay you softly against the rug as I trap you wrist in each hand beside your head. Your beautiful thighs cage my hips, still preventin me from tearin my pussy up. I lean down near your ear to growl at you, frustrated at your lil show of defiance. My nut is right on the surface and if you make buss before I get my fill, you fa sho gone pay the price.

"Woman, if I have to tell you let me go again your gonna be soooooo fuckin sorry."

After a pause your legs slowly unhook to slide down my sides and crook at your knees, cute lil feet on the carpet as you look at me with with wide teary eyes. I'm glad my threat landed; either way I'm in this tummy but it's in your best interest not to fight me.

"Should make ya bad ass get on all 4s and take this dick, see how deep I get then. Lucky I wanna see that pretty face as I nut deep in that creamy pussy, sweetheart." I snarl at you, snatching to hold your wrist in one hand.

I grip your knee with the other, pressing to open you wider to me. The first slide in and out is a heaven beyond description. The sloppy squelch of your gushy cunt as I stab into your warmth is music to my ears; I wanna hear more of it so I speed up, smiling lovingly at the way your eyes cross and slam shut.

"Oh yeah, Right here? This the spot? Want me to fuck you right here sweetheart?"

I chuckle as you actually have the nerve to shake your head at me again. Your gaspin and I'm an absolute dick for leanin down to lick into your mouth, suckin on your tongue as you gulp for air. Plump tits pressed against my chest as your keens reach an interestingly high pitch.

"Pleee- ahhhh! Uhuhuhuhnn-cantcantcant. pleaaase!"

"And yet.. You will, honey."

I release your hands, droppin my weight onto you to keep you in place as I moan my pleasure into the air. This pussy's phenomal, got my heavy balls already drawin up taut as I pull out and fuck into you with a sharp, deep jabs.

"Beeeeeeen, ahhhhh fu- BenBenBen, please!"

"Shhhhh, sweetheart shhhh. Take it like a big girl. Shit- so good.. Mmmm.. You not gettin away till I- fuck!"

And goddamn it, if my hard work isn't rewarded! I finally bottom out; my pelvis smackin into yours roughly over and over. Might be usin a lil super strength but, fuck, I ain't tryin to. I just can't help the way I grind deep into you, dick jerkin at the feeling of you scratching down my back.

"'M fuckin you sooooo good, huh honey?"

"Yesyesyesyes!" I don't think you're even aware of your brainless chant.

Tears run down your flushed cheeks and of course my sadistic ass licks em up as I groan out at how good you feel.

"Shit woman, got me bout to lose my mind in this tight lil pussy. How you expect me to keep it together when she keep stranglin my dick like this?"

As much as you try to run, try to fight me, your lil puss sucks at me. She tells me the truth, coaxes me to drill into you ferally as I make sure to drag my pelvis against your lil button on ever thrust in.

"Fuuuck, y/n, ahhhh shi- uhn uhn uhn. 'Mazin, mmmm, so 'mazin." I groan in a slur.

Its a done deal when you shake wildly underneath me, breast pressin into my chest as you spray my dick before I can get my hand down there and properly rub your clit.

"Good fuckin girl, y/nnnn. Let gooooo, just like that. Stop fightin it pretty, mmmm shit. Shhhhh, you need this honey."

Your wordless thunderous shrieks, your pretty teary face, the clutch of your cunt.. I groan in utter relief as the feelin of your orgasm forces me into mine. My first shot of cum finally splatters the inside of your used lil pussy like a shotgun bein fired. Has me weak as I lay over you and unload. Not sure how I lasted longer than a couple seconds with you tryna milk my nut while beggin and cryin under me.

"Take it woman, yeeeees, this nut all for you pretty. Haaaaah, oh oh oh oh! Christ y/n, soooo gooood for me."

3 more thick splashes before I pull out and let the last jet rain allover your flushed swollen cunt. Smilin as I rub the thick drool of cum spillin from the tip of my cock on your sensitive clit. Fuckin soak in the way you jerk and whine while you try to close your legs, your palms weakly pushin at my muscled shoulders.

I oblige, leanin up on my knees, lookin down at your wrecked frame as you try to slip from underneath me. Smackin both palms down the side of your thighs, lovin the red print that marks your sweaty skin. I don't give you a chance to catch your breath as I command more of you.

"Quit that shit. Turn around, get on ya hands and knees." I tell you, lookin up to make sure your cams still on.

My dicks still solid, jerkin between your poor abused walls and I might want a replay when this is done. Interview ain't over just yet, pretty.