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1-800-local-slut · 3 months ago

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Elijah loves to fuck.

It’s a little bit scary because he’s one of those guys who you would expect it from but the real deal is way crazier. He’s the type to hold you in place while he kisses you down your neck and make sure you were literally shaking.

You’d think it would be Klaus who’s insatiable (and he definitely is) but Klaus is like that because he just randomly wants to fuck you. Elijah gets turned on like magic.

You can take off your coat, just a little bit slow with your hair wrapped around your shoulder and your neck is visible, and now you’re in missionary. You’re bouncing up and down, and Elijah’s gripping the sheets next to your head. He’s staring deeply into your soul as he thrusts into you hard. Like he wants to break your pussy or something. And he might be trying too, you never know with him.

He’s talking to you, but quite a bit to himself, about how good you feel. About how cute you are, about how you should know better than to get him turned on in the middle of the day, about how it’s okay because your so pretty that he just HAS to forgive you. And when you try to squeeze out a sentence of rebuttal his big strong hands grab your warm face and he plants a kiss to your lips that has you wriggling under him and hoping this lasts forever.

In his mind, it’s your fault that you both spend so much time in bed. That he can’t stop grabbing your breast (he hates whenever you call them tits if you must refer to them in a way like that then he’ll accept boobs) and he can’t stop putting them in his mouth and making you melt. You look so good and you take such good care of him and the people he cares about that he just has to reward you for that.

How can he stop himself? When he wakes up horny, and has to go through the day stuffed in his suit. Then he sees you preparing to make breakfast for him in the kitchen. With that ass he adores and those breast he just can’t get enough of. His favorite handfuls. Your braids that you insisted had to be waist length are pulled into a pony tail that frames your face perfectly with two curled strands cupping your soft face. And you’re probably wearing a sun dress to combat the NOLA summer sun. He can’t help but want to take you in the kitchen.

But Elijah is a gentleman so settles for hugging you from behind and letting his hands roam up and down while whispering enticements in your ear.

“Why don’t you just come up to bed?”

“Elijah it’s 9:30 in the morning, I’m far from tired”

“Why don’t you come up to bed and let me reward you for looking so good?”

And it always works. The combination of him touching you like that and kissing your neck and whispering in your ear? Oh yeah. Draws dropped.

Now you’re back in bed in your room which was still messy from the night before when you came home from dinner and he put you up against your bedroom door.

Your dress was still on the chair from where he tossed it off you.

And he’s slowly peeling your dress off your body, while you rip off the buttons of his shirt with a tenderness. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you, and he might do that. But when he slips his hand into your underwear and feels how warm and wet you are it’s ridiculous. He has no time to do anything else he has to fuck you and he has to do it now.

After all this time, you still seemed a little embarrassed at how wet you were but the other thing Elijah loves is that you’re a grown woman who also likes to fuck.

It’s why you both work so well.

And he’s already gotten you started. He knows it, because he knew the second he started feeling the soft warmth of your stomach and he felt your heart rate speed up he knew it. Elijah Mikaelson doesn’t just lay with any woman. You had to be a freak on some level but he lucked out with you.

You’ve unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and you won’t stop kissing him. It’s like he’s hypnotized you (which he would never do, to Elijah your word is basically law) and you’re fully giving him power. Your hands fumble with his belt buckle and you make sure you run your hand over his erection a few times. He feels you smiling into his kisses as he jumps his hips into your hand.

The way you whimper when he picks you up and places you on your back on your shared mattress, he gets a smell of your perfume and can’t help the growl that escapes him. Then he’s holding you by your face as he demeans you just a bit for wanting him so bad.

“What would you do without me? There’d be no one to take care of you and we couldn’t have that could we?” Then he’s going to nibble you on your neck.

He decides, to hell with your dress. He could just rip it but he does like this dress on you and doesn’t feel like going to the store for a new one. He doesn’t want to take his hands off you. He doesn’t want to back away long enough to take off your dress. He pulls down the top to free your breast, stunned by their beauty like always. You had tan lines, one part of your skin a lighter brown than the rest. The area around your breast covered by your bikini more specifically when you two head out into the sun for a swim.

Your underwear he didn’t mind ripping off and you were trying your best to get as much of his shirt off as possible. One of you needed to be sensible though. So you pushed him off for just a moment and looked up at him while you tore off his belt. He was standing over you at the edge of the bed while you were on your knees still on the bed.

You wanted it so bad it made him laugh. You were looking at him with those big brown eyes and you were breathing heavily. He ran his hands over your braids, and couldn’t help but bite his lip when he imagined what he was about to do to you.

You yanked his pants down, and then his boxers. All seven and a half inches of him sprung out at you and you, ever eager, gave him a long lick. Elijah shuddered, it was like you just sent an electric shock up him. Good god you were something. But Elijah didn’t have the time for all that, because of course Elijah has to do something with his days. Like cleaning up after his siblings. He could always get a blowjob later. Maybe he’d give you some too. Who was he kidding? Elijah loved giving head like it was no one’s business. But I’ll write about that later.

Did I mention that he loves being on top of you? In the sense that he has to be on top of you intimately. Squished on top of you, while he fucks you and you cream all over him.

He slides into you and can’t help the groan that escapes him. His head rolls back on instinct, and you shudder entirely.

He starts moving, rocking his hips into yours the way you like. Warm and wet, and tight with your back arching slightly. He presses his chest down against yours with his shirt open and his suit jacket stuck against his sweaty skin. The bed starts rocking as he picks up the pace and pulls your head to look him in his eyes.

It’s your weak point naturally. Elijah knows he’s handsome that’s why he keeping looking at you like that. He knows you can’t handle staring him in the face like that, and that it makes you want to act all types of crazy when he’s inside of you.

He likes asking you questions while he pounds into you. He does it hard but in a way that doesn’t make you feel like he hates you.

“Tell me how you feel.” You know things along that line.

And when he gets close to cumming, you can see the veins under his eyes start to push to the surface. His breathing gets heavier, but the effect he has on you is so much worse. He doesn’t even know but the way he has you folded on your back, begging him to cum inside of you speaks volumes when you were usually such a composed woman. But Elijah usually wouldn’t be muttering nonsense about putting a baby in you (especially when you both know it isn’t possible) so it works.

He likes when you both cum at the same time. He likes squeezing your breast tenderly, with the right amount of aggression to turn you on. He’s in your head, filling your brain with filthy images. He’s talking you through it, and then you’re both cumming. Elijah cups your face and tosses his head back (partially because his instinct is to bite you and he doesn’t want to scare you by biting you with no warning) and you’re letting out moans that Elijah wants to die hearing.

Elijah loves to fuck. He loves the soft tender feeling of squishing you, and feeling you grind up against him. He’s loves spanking you when you act out (brat tamer Elijah is coming soon trust) of line. He loves squeezing your neck just slightly. He loves when you pull out your variety of freaky tricks and when you let him have full control over your body. He’s loves you above all else. And fucking your brains out is one of his favorite ways to show it.

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You guys can’t stop me, I’m on a roll

Guys Elijah has literally possessed me and I’m very much happy about it. I will not stop writing about Elijah I don’t even care if this is bad I just needed people to see my thoughts about him. He’s been my man since I was ten.

Anyways I don’t really know what this is either, I was scrolling through tumblr and randomly saw some porn so now you guys get to read this. Love you all and thanks for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months ago

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[3:17 pm]

(cw: dad!Jaehyun, children)

You turn to your daughters from your crouched position in the hallway, "remember, quiet. Like spies, ok?"

Your twin daughters nod, hands over their mouths to muffle their giggles. You all move toward the living room and more specifically, a distracted dad!Jaehyun, on the couch. Jaehyun's eyes are locked on some action movie playing, completely engrossed and unaware of the three people heading toward him.

"Go!" You exclaim. In a flash of pink and tulle Jaehyun is suddenly trapped as one daughter sits on his lap and the other sits on his feet.

His eyes widen in surprise before he laughs, "what's going on!"

"Makeover!" you all cheer.

He sighs and pretends to struggle, but he knows there's no escaping your three pairs of hands. You begin working on his hair, massaging and lightly scratching his scalp. His eyes fall shut as he lets himself enjoy the scalp massage.

One of his girls begins to paint his fingernails, when he peeks an eye open he sees that her polish of choice this time is a glittery blue. The girl on his lap begins to brush on blush on his cheeks and forehead. It actually feels pretty relaxing, even if he knows he'll look like a mess after his makeover.

He can hear random explosions from the movie as he becomes "pretty."

"Appa, you want purple or green?" The makeup artist asks.

"I want purple," Jaehyun answers, his eyes still closed.

"No, Appa wants green because the green eye shadow has sparkles like the nail polish," his other daughter adds.

"Oh yeah, green is good," the first replies. Jaehyun wants to laugh, what was the point of even asking him?

He can feel the eye shadow brush moving roughly over his eyelids and even into his eyebrows. He can feel wetness from the nail polish halfway down a couple fingers and he can feel you pulling sections of his hair into small pony tails all over his head.

"Are you girls making me beautiful?" He asks after a few minutes.

"No talking, Appa. Time for lipstick."

"Yeah, and no moving your fingers, you're messing me up!"

Jaehyun huffs out a laugh. Sure, that's what's messing her up, not her still developing fine motor skills.

"One more bow and I'm done," he hears you say.

“So beautiful! Appa’s nails are done too!” The younger of the twins adds with a clap of her hands.

He hears a hum and then, “I’m done too! I want a picture with Appa!”

“I don’t get to see myself first?” Jaehyun asks as he finally opens his eyes to fully take in the sight of his daughters in their matching princess dresses and cute buns in their hair, no doubt done by you. They had bright pink blush spread across their cheeks and a bold blue eyeshadow that went onto their foreheads. It’s an adorable sight.

You move from your spot behind the couch with your phone in your hands as the girls clamber on either side of Jaehyun. They all give you their identical smiles with a chorus of “cheese!”

You smile to stop yourself from laughing at the picture on your screen, “you all look so pretty!”

You pass the phone over to Jaehyun, who notes the matching blue glitter smeared on your own nails. As his eyes focus on the picture his jaw drops as he fights hard to keep a deep laugh from escaping him. He looks like a clown, an avant garde makeup look, maybe from far away it would look better. He instead chooses to say, “wow… I look so…”

“Beautiful!” His daughters exclaim in unison.

“Yes, that’s what I was going to say,” he replies. In response you give him a light shove to his shoulder as he sends himself the picture you took despite his thoughts on his makeover. These days with his little girls weren’t going to last forever.

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 1 year ago

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stepdad!price x innocent!reader

note: this is a prequel to a possible series with stepdad!price x innocent!reader (obviously). reader is of age.

note 2: price is 37 reader is about 18-19 (DARK STORY !!!!!), reader gets picked up by price, 6'5 beefy price, shorter reader

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lying your head on your stepfather's shoulder, you pressed your front against his side--leg thrown over his as you two got comfortable on the couch as you began watching a movie. a blanket thrown over the two of you as you nuzzled your head further into his shoulder, nibbling on your lower lip as you focused intently on the movie.

price let out a shaky breath, his eyes glancing from you to the tv to you again.

don't do it.

she's forbidden fruit.

but she is the sweetest fruit of all.

he kissed the top of your head, and you replied with his action by taking his hand under the blanket and absent-mindedly twisting the rings on his finger.

one of his rings: the wedding band.

the wedding band from the wedding between your mother and him.

it seared his skin.

he could not help that he had gotten married to the wrong person.

it should have been you.

but he had to remind himself that you were much too young.

freshly an adult. and he was 37. 37.

what the fuck was wrong with him?

he can't help that he fell in wrong with you.

you were too young..too innocent. too pure. he had blood on his hands.

your small hands fidgeted with his large, warm ones as you traced his knuckles with your cold fingers, creating odd designs that warmed his chest.

he must have been much too into his thoughts, as you giggled at something that happened in the movie, grasping and ungrasping his hand as you continued to fidget with his rings.

you looked up at him, your lips so close to his as you smiled softly. everything in him wanted to capture your lips in a kiss. your first kiss.

but he knew he couldn't.

instead, his softened eyes watched your face with pure love.

you snuggled impossibly closer to him, practically on his lap.

"honey?" his voice was deep but soft. he cleared his throat.

your eyes watched the television, never leaving them as you hummed a small, "hm?"

price thought for a moment.

your mother was out for the weekend. he could have you now...

no.

"uh, nothin'." he concluded, and you paid no mind. his right hand crept down to your exposed thighs that were thrown over his lap. he tried to ignore the intense throbbing and want that thrummed under his jean zipper.

he slowly tickled his fingers along the span of your thigh, down your calf and to your frilly-socked foot as you cutely wiggled your toes. his index traced along the delicate laced-ruffles--then down to rub the inside of your foot.

after a bit, his hand made its way back up to the side of your thigh again, running his fingers along the soft skin.

he looked over at you again.

god, how were you so beautiful?

his whole being ached with want.

he loved you so much it hurt his heart.

"that a new bow?" he asked, pinching the pink knot at the base of your messy pony tail.

you nodded, excitedly. "mm hm! do u like it?"

you always wanted his approval, and he knew that.

"i love it, sweetheart, 's beautiful jus' like you." he smiled, watching your face darken with a red blush. you giggled shyly.

"thank you, daddy." you replied quietly, still fidgeting with his hand under the blanket.

daddy.

god, were you trying to kill him?

he knows you've always had a bit of a crush on him. ever since you two met.

and he's only a little ashamed to say he immediately fell for you when you both met.

he was with the wrong girl.

he loves times like this though.

it is probably bad to say, but he loves when your mother is gone.

it reminds him of a life he could have possibly one day with you...away from it all. he has the money to start a new life with you, just not the opportunity yet.

he loves when you walk into the kitchen, stuffie pressed against your chest, hair messy, lips n eyes puffy with sleep; his t-shirt on and your cute little pink panties.

he loves when your sleepy. you cuddle up closer to him.

just this morning you stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing at your tired eyes.

price was already dressed for the day--up since 6 am.

"good morning, sweet girl." his voice made your heart flutter.

you whined, padding to where he leaned back on the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around his torso immediately. he picked you up with ease, kissing your face as you giggled.

he sat down on the couch as you straddled him tiredly, head pressed against his beefy chest.

"you're my favorite girl, y'know that?" he whispered, petting your hair.

it was true.

you were his absolute favorite.

and he was not just about to give that up.

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ghosts-of-the-apocalypse · 11 months ago

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Everything we have yet to see in the series (as of ep 6) that was shown in the trailer.

1) Charlie with Alastor's Microphone!?

Er hello, wtf how what when were how!? Did Al give it to her to use or is this kinda like one of those oh no character died/is gone and all is left is this moments?

2) The Hazbin's preparing for extermination day.

Aw Sir Pentious's lil outfit he looks so cute <3 Angel with the feather hat and tie love that too. It's almost like he just tore off an outfit from on top of his usual clothes but idk. But like this paired with the song in the trailer. UGH! I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT!

3) Whatever this scene is!!!????

[The little picture on the door is of Husk, Angel, Nifty and Sir Pentious with the word "Besties!" under it] istg if they kill off Angel Dust ;_; Look at Charlie she's crying AJDHKHKGADACAHFAHFAHFQFGJAUG. Did he get redeemed? Did he die? Did he get captured? Did they all die/get captured?

4) ROSIE MY GAL!!! <3<3<3

No comment I love Rosie and can't wait to see what's in store with her. Does Charlie get another overlord to help her out? Idk but either way ITS ROSIE!!!! (I just hope they don't go the Mimzy route with her too cuz I might genuinely cry)

5) Alastor going apeshit (again)

From the sign on the side it looks like he's on the roof of the Hotel. Trying to protect it during the angel attack maybe? Hmm

6) Rebuilding of the hotel

You just know this is gonna be such a sweet scene. Love Vaggie with that pony tail she's rocking it! (Also has Charlie always had that kinda magic because it looks super similar to what Lucifer's looked like too?)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel trailer #charlie morningstar #Alastor #angel dust #husk #sir pentious #vaggie #hazbin hotel s1 ep7 #hazbin hotel s1 ep8 #im so excited!!!

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porkcutletbowl44 · 5 months ago

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Beauty & Her Beast

John Price x F!Reader

Warnings: CAVITY WARNING!!fluff, VERY MILD hurt(mention of infertility), husband & wife banter(lovingly)💖 SUGGESTIVE NSFW🔞🔞🔞

(I hope this idea isn't taken! this was just too cute to not write 🥺)

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Accidents happen. And John isn't one for big change, so when you fractured your wrist trying to get out of a hostile's aim of fire and injured yourself, John had a fucking meltdown and finished up the mission quickly to get you back to base. Luckily you only escaped with a fracture and nothing serious, just a few months of taking it easy with your hand.

Naturally you struggled to the adjustment, and John did too. You couldn't hold his hand with your dominant hand for the time being, couldn't make yourself certain dishes, couldn't train to your full potential. You couldn't even shower properly with the handicap hand. Trying to get your hair out of your face was a hassle, pony tail, bun, claw clip, nothing worked. You couldn't do it one handed.

John, being the amazing husband he is, kindly offered to help.

"Let's see..." He mumbles, awkwardly holding a piece of hair in his hand. "Uh," He hums in hard contemplation.

"Never done it before?" You joked softly, feeling him make lose strands twirl together.

John breathed in slowly, trying to hold back an eyebrow raise — something he failed at as it shot toward the ceiling, his lips twitching in a slight smile.

"Yeah..." John murmured, continuing to "braid" your hair with gentle movements, letting the quiet settle in between you two.

"It's not as easy as it looks." He finally spoke up, chuckling softly.

"It's alright, divide into three sections." You instructed softly.

John's eyes narrowed in thought, his hand moving a little slower as he worked.

"There..." he muttered, "Three sections."

He took another breath in, focusing on how he'd separate the strands... and he'd do the braiding. John looked up at, eyes meeting yours in the mirror, and he was met with the vision of the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, and you were here... in this moment... with him.

You nodded slightly, "Okay, good. Now take one part, and cross it over the middle."

John listened carefully, taking a few moments to process what you were saying before he acted. He grasped a strand farthest from the other two, and he started to cross it over the middle, pulling it together once he'd cross it. His fingers moved nimbly, he seemed to be getting the hang of this.

"Is that right?" he asked, looking up and meeting her gaze.

You laughed softly, "Now tighten those two strands criss crossed, grab the last part that's free, and pull it into the middle. Rinse and repeat." You replied.

"Right..." he muttered, his fingers moving to follow the instructions now that he had a better hold onto the process. With a few moments, he'd pulled the third stand into the middle, and he worked to adjust the strands until it looked like it was actually braided properly. He was surprised; he'd thought it would be harder than it actually was.

"So..." John asked, looking up at you, "Is that it? Or are there still more steps?"

"Nope, go until you run out." You answered.

"Okay." John murmured, glancing down at the strands, and then he continued to braid, repeating the same motion over and over again, his hands starting to ache with the effort as he worked to concentrate. It was a simple process, however, his mind started to drift... wandering to the day he'd been told he couldn't have kids, with his wife in the same room. He didn't snap out of his train of thought for a moment until he pulled the final strand, and he examined the work — it looked good.

You grabbed the end and tied it off, examining in the mirror.

"Perfect," You praised kindly.

"Mhm... looks like you could've done it by yourself." John teased, chuckling as he looked over the finished braid. He then leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly, his shoulders and back relaxing in the same breath.

"I guess I'm just not used to doing it... but it's actually not that hard." John murmured, and suddenly, he raised a brow, wondering how a simple action like this was so intimate, loving.

"My wrist hurts, alright? And you said so yourself. It's not so hard," You teased gently.

"Alright, alright," John chuckled, not resisting any urge to smirk at your little comment.

"I guess you're right." he responded, "And... I think I'd much rather do it for you anyway."

Despite that last comment coming out of nowhere, he didn't think much of it — he'd just speak and then hope he didn't get into trouble, as usual. You were always independent.

"I've been thinking about cutting it..." You pondered.

"Cutting it?" John asked, looking up at you again, confusion plastered on his face before he raised a brow.

"No." he replied instantly, sounding oddly more authoritative.

"Why not? It would be much easier on deployments," You shrugged.

"Because your hair is beautiful." John said back instantly, his expression a stern disbelief. His fingers laced together, forming a steeple of his hands as the thought of your hair being shorter — or possibly gone — sent chills through him.

"And besides," he muttered, "I've got the braiding skills."

"You can do a basic Indian braid, John." You smiled.

"You said it was perfect earlier," he defended, folding his arms over his chest and raising a brow.

At the thought that you doubted the skills he'd just demonstrated, he looked down at you, eyes almost narrow in jest.

"it is! A perfect, simple, quick braid. Everything else is a bit too complex," You explained.

John's face softened; you were right — he'd only done the simplest of braids.

"But..." he started again, thinking of the possibilities, "What if I practiced and got good at the more complex braids?"

You sighed softly, "Not even a little trim?"

"Not even." He muttered.

John glanced away from you into the distance for a moment, thinking about the question you posed. The thought of you without your hair — or just shorter hair — terrified him. He knew he wouldn't be able to say anything or even stop you from cutting off your hair — but that didn't mean he was going to budge in telling you that it was an awful idea.

"Don't." he said simply.

"My hair grows fast, you know that..." You tried again a soft pout.

"Your hair is part of what makes you... you." John replied, "Don't cut it."

The mere thought of you cutting it made him a little itchy, as if something would be... well... missing if you removed part of yourself like that.

"Please..." he finally said, his expression softening a bit.

"Okay, okay," You relented, your hands going up in surrender. Your wedding band glinted in the lighting as you moved.

John sighed, relief washing over him as his shoulders lowered. He then raised his hand to the back of yours, gently grabbing them both to stop them from moving.

"Promise me you won't ever cut it," he muttered, his voice soft and gentle, but still holding that authority it seemed to have when addressing you about more serious matters.

"I promise, John," you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Good." John whispered, but his smile didn't go anywhere.

He was happy with that answer — relieved with that answer.

"Now..." he started again, his voice shifting slightly as he tried to change the subject, "What was with the pout? Did you really think I'd let you cut your hair?"

"...Maybe." You shrugged, a smile tugging your lips.

"Oh?" John murmured, he knew it — you definitely could pout and get your way.

"And what did you expect me to say? 'Oh, I know how much you want your hair gone, so go right ahead!'" John asked sarcastically, his body shifting back in his chair and folding his arms again, "That what you expected?"

"Well I do kinda miss it when it was short..." You considered.

"So you want to cut it?" John asked, his words laced with a heavy dose of skepticism in response to your comment. He'd heard people talk about their 'old hairstyles' missing from their memory, but... were you seriously considering cutting that beautiful hair off?

Not on his watch, he decided.

"Don't do it." he said again swiftly, still keeping up the facade of authority.

"Don't you remember my short hair? I thought you liked it!" You pointed out.

"I do. But it's not... it's not nearly as beautiful as the hair you have now," John replies quietly.

He was right — when your hair had been shorter, it was a simpler look, and it looked... more carefree, for the lack of better wording. But now? Your long hair was just more... more you. It made you look radiant and... more feminine, he supposed. He did everything he could after your wedding to postpone your hair cuts, He loved seeing your hair down. It was beautiful, radiant, it was absolutely gorgeous the way it falls over your shoulders, lays on your back, frames your face.

You rolled your eyes, laughing under your breath at his words...Being just a tad bratty.

"Oh, stop..." John grumbled, and it was clear in that moment that he was being playful.

But then he went quiet for a moment, wondering if cutting your hair short now would actually make you happier. Was that why you wanted it to be cut? Because you missed it? He'd have to ask you that at some point... but right now, you were too cute to be upset with.

"Then what to you suggest I do?" you questioned.

"Nothing." John responded swiftly, "You leave it... leave it all alone."

It may have been a simple braid, but if you cut off your hair now... he didn't know how he'd feel about it. He didn't like the thought of your hair being shorter. In his mind, that was a part of your femininity, a part of you that made her... you, that made you beautiful. And if it was cut, he may never get to braid your hair again.

"Please." he whispered, looking at you with a soft gaze.

"And a little trim is going to be the end of the world?" You joked slightly, walking over to him with your arms crossed.

"Yes." John replied swiftly, incredulously, staring up at you.

Maybe you saw it as a joke, but he didn't think you understood just how he felt about your hair — just how much he liked it. He loved running his fingers through it, watching you brush it beside the window as the sunlight makes it glow. He loves even more how he can grab a handful to force your head up at him, make you look up at him as you take every girthy inch of his cock cramming against your cervix, dragging against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll and you moan raggedly. You would paw at his back, slurring 's too much, John-

He didn't want something like that to change about you... and yes, he knew it was just hair. But there was something about it that was just... you.

"Fine, then you can't ever shave your beard again." You made a ultimatum.

"Fair." John muttered, not realizing just how easy of a win that was to pull.

He'd go years without shaving his beard if it meant that your hair would stay just as it was. His hand went to his chin, and his fingers rubbed against his beard — the familiar feel brought a comforting smile to his face. You did enjoy his beard.

"I wouldn't shave it off anyway." John added, "not after how much you like it."

"You'd just look weird without it,"

"Oh yeah?" John asked curiously, raising a brow, "Do you think I'd look that weird without it?"

He seemed a little intrigued by the concept, as if his facial hair was just a permanent fixture on his face — almost as if he couldn't imagine a version of himself without it.

"I'd look like a twelve-year-old." he stated with a smirk, making a mental note to not shave it off under any circumstances.

"Yeah probably. More unrecognizable though," You added.

"And you wouldn't like me being unrecognizable..." John teased softly, his head tilting to the side as he thought about your comment.

He enjoyed being able to look at his reflection and know that it was him he was looking at — but more than that, he liked the look of confidence that he saw on his face. He knew he was attractive, you had told him enough times.

"Okay, fine, I see where you're coming from...do you only love me for my hair?" You laughed softly shaking your head slightly.

"Only your hair?" John responded, raising a brow, "No, not just your hair."

He knew his answer. He loved everything about you — from your playful personality and your sassy, sassy mouth, to, yes, your hair, to your... everything. John couldn't put it into words, but he loved everything about the woman standing before him.

"You're gorgeous, love. you're strong, and you're a cheeky little thing...damn that mouth o' yours." he mumbled, teasing you and returning that smirk.

You grinned, a soft blush on your cheeks.

You both finished off your daily military work, John smoking his nightly cigar while reading reports. You were across the room in his connected bedroom, undoing your braid after it got lose and messy through out the day.

Damn. John thought to himself — that look was just far too perfect to not see. He took a puff of his cigar, his eyes shifting across the room to watch you. It was a gorgeous look, one that would be a shame if you cut off your already beautiful hair.

"You look beautiful today, love." John eventually piped up, not realizing that he had been staring for longer than he'd meant to.

"Just today?" You teased, your hair now curly from the braid, soft waves on your shoulders as you walked into the office again.

"Everyday." he amended, looking back at the reports in front of him, "But today, you look even more beautiful."

John's gaze followed you as you walked across the room, and he almost wanted to drop everything and follow you to the bedroom. He took another deep breath, trying to stay calm — You smelled so good and you looked so damn good with all those waves in your hair and those soft curves...

You sat on the chair across from him, taking your own folder. In the silence, you noticed John was in deeper thought than usual.

"What are you thinkin' about?" You asked gently.

"Nothing," he lied, but he knew you could tell he wasn't telling the complete truth.

You knew him a little too well by now to let just a simple "Nothing" answer go unchecked, and he didn't want to tell you the truth. It wasn't like he'd been staring like a complete moron just because of the way you looked, his thoughts wondered from earlier; the position his marriage was, not having children yet in the military still.

"You sure? You can talk to me, John." You said affectionately,

"Just thinking about our marriage..." John responded, then his tone softened slightly. "Just the fact that we're still..." and then he went quiet again, not knowing what to say.

He wanted to say that they still hadn't had children yet, but could he? Could he really say that to you, after you both found out he wasn't able to?

"...Married?" You finished for him with a confused smile.

"Not just married." John responded, "But that we still... have no children yet."

He sounded... defeated now. And he didn't want you to be able to tell — because God knew if you heard him, you'd feel pity for him, something that he hated.

"We still can't seem to..." and he went quiet again, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

"I know." You murmured softly, your eyes softening at him.

"You know, I don't need kids to be happy. I just need you," You assured. "You took it harder than me, to be honest." You added.

"I know, I know." he said softly, but your words still cut deeper than you knew.

His heart squeezed with emotion, with the feeling of failure being the central theme of the words you said about not needing children to be happy. You didn't need them to be happy, he knew that... but did you want them?

Did you truly have no desire to become a mother? That's what he feared, deep down, in his heart, that he would disappoint you.

"I mean, the doctor said you weren't completely sterile, we would just have a hard time... so the chances aren't zero at least?" You offered, trying to give him peace of mind.

"But the chances are still low." John responded, his eyes falling to the files in front of him.

He didn't want to think about the fact that there was a chance. Hell, he didn't want to think about what it would feel like to have those hopes raised, and then crushed back down again when it didn't happen.

He hated hope already, but this... this was just... worse.

"I know." You sighed out, reaching and grabbing his hand, giving a small squeeze.

"I just... I want a kid, so badly." he becomes slightly frustrated, "Everyday, I feel guilty for not giving that to you."

He knew you'd say that there was no reason to feel that way, that you were already happy enough... but he wasn't. He needed to make your life better.

"You deserve it." John muttered, almost to himself.

"do I need one though?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips as you searched his eyes.

"No, you don't. You don't need one..." he murmured.

But he couldn't help but think, did you want one?

Did you?

The playful look you gave was adorable, and it made his breath catch in his throat.

"But... if you wanted one..." and he went quiet again, not knowing what to say afterwards.

"I certainly wouldn't mind, to have one with you. If we don't, then I'm perfectly fine with that too." You assured.

"Promise?" he mumbled, that hint of hope returning to his voice.

He hoped that she meant it, that you did feel fine with it... because if you did, then it wouldn't leave you feeling unfulfilled. You didn't need child to have a fulfilling life. Or, at the very least, you both didn't need one to be happy.

"You're okay with the possibility of not getting one?"

"Of course... We can keep trying though. If you want," You offered.

"I do... god yeah." he muttered, looking away.

If you were... okay with it, he was too. He wouldn't force you to have a child if you didn't want one. And even if you never did get one he couldn't bring himself to get that upset over it because you had said that you were perfectly fine without one.

"Let's keep trying..." he murmured softly, looking down at your hand in his, "And whatever happens, happens."

"Okay," You muttered.

"Okay." he repeated, and for a moment, you sat in silence in your usual comfort.

John was silent, but his mind was going a mile-a-minute, going over all the different scenarios that may happen after all of this. And you were sitting, hair a bit messy in the braids you'd undone, his hand in your, still thinking about children as your future. He wouldn't give up on that dream, with you.

He wouldn't, not ever.

"I love you." he murmured softly, then his tone became somewhat teasing. "I don't think I've said it today yet."

"I love you too," You responded back, a loving smile on your face.

He let one of his signature mustache smiles take over as his thumb lightly traced over the back of your hand. Everything was quiet for a moment as he did so, taking in this moment with his wife — your soft curls, beautiful eyes, and the way your fingers moved in his. Your breath was short and sweet, and your smile was infectious. In that moment... it was as if the world had paused for just a little while longer than necessary.

You stood up, releasing his hand. "I'm gonna go to bed, you gonna keep working?"

"Hm? No..." John responded, also standing up, "I'm gonna go get changed for bed as well."

It had been a long day, and though part of the Captain wanted to stay up just a little longer than needed for some sort of closure... tonight just felt like one of those nights, where you could sleep in his bed together, cuddled up and holding each other tightly.

By the time John comes in, you've changed into pajamas, you were trying to tie your hair back, with some difficulty due to your wrist. John had returned, slowly and leisurely making his way into the room, then pausing his steps at the sight. He smirked and approached, taking your bad wrist gently.

"Let me," he murmured.

You dropped your hands, letting him re-braid your hair back with ease now that he learned how to.

"You're having fun aren't you?" You mused quietly.

"Can't deny it." he smiled, and his touch was... slow, and meticulous as he braided your hair from the fresh memory.

He knew you'd notice, but he didn't care because you deserved to feel cared about in the same way that he wanted to feel.

"I mean, after learning to braid your hair today..." he muttered, a smirk on his face as his hands moved methodically to your hair, "Of course, I'm having fun."

He tossed the braid over your shoulder, giving your waist a soft pat.

"Here you go, love" he breathed, "all done."

His touch stayed on your waist for just a few seconds longer, before eventually removing his hands. You looked so pretty, with your hair all nicely braided. Your hips swayed slightly as you moved, and when you did... John couldn't help but to look at you, even your walk was intoxicating to him. You grinned happily, grabbing him by his shirt and tugging him along with you to bed.

This made John chuckle, his eyes moved to yours with a sly grin on his face.

It seemed his wife had been wanting something else for tonight, other than simply sleeping in bed together. He obliged, and let you pull him along, with that sultry smirk still on his face.

"What's the grin for?" You chuckled, falling back on your side of the bed.

"Wouldn't you like to know." he teased back softly, smirking.

He fell onto the bed with you, his arm reached around your waist, and pulled you closer, his hand came up and cradled your face. He could tell when you might have been in the mood, and he could tell that you were in the mood for something tonight.

His thumb moved slightly, and it gently pressed against your skin. And, for a second, he was silent as he stared at you, his eyes moving over you in the comfortable space you were in together. Finally, he broke his silence with a quiet mumble.

"Hey, love?"

"hm?"

"Come closer," he said softly, almost in a whisper.

His hand slid from your face and down to your shoulder and tugged, pulling you closer to his chest, his other hand shifting to your lower back. You scooted a little closer with the help of his movements. The hand on your lower back slowly moved so that both of his hands could slide under the loose T-shirt you were wearing, his warm hands gently touching your back sensually.

You shivered, arching into him with a exhale. His body almost buzzed with excitement when he sees how he can make you react. He felt goosebumps on your skin, letting his hand wander. Up, down, left, right... they continued to move around, just gently, barely touching your skin. He relished in the sensations he was causing. He was taking this slow, as he loved to do. After all, there was no need to be in a rush, not when you had all the time in the world.

He loves the way he makes you squirm, trying to get closer, tugging on his shirt needily. His cock swells against his hip, waking up and getting ready to sink into your hot pussy.

When he spoke next, his voice was quiet and soft, like a gentle breeze.

"You inna mood, dove?"

"If you keep doing that I'm gonna loose my mind," You mumbled against his chest.

"Doin' what?"

He smiled, one of his hands moved up slightly, and his fingers grazed over between your shoulder blades.

"Touchin' you...?" John asked, almost innocently. He was doing this on purpose.

"Touching me like this," You clarified.

"You like it when I touch you like this?" he asked, and his hand slid higher, all the way up to the nape of your neck near your hairline where the base of the braid was. He wraps it around his knuckles once, tugging to pull your head back.

Oh, this was much better than when your hair is down.

One hand continued to move over your body as he spoke, trailing over your skin, and moving to tease the underside of your breast, before disappearing back around your back once more.

"John," You whimpered at the tug, licking your lips, as you closed your eyes at the feeling of his beard scratching your throat with kisses. "I like it when you actually touch me."

It made him feel somewhat primal— wanting to take and claim, and he shifted quickly, his hands gripping your waist. His teeth softly bit down on your neck, and he slowly started marking his way down to your collarbone, while he continued to speak.

"I am touching you."

"But—not all the way," You whined.

"Not all the way?" he repeated back, his tone playful and teasing, as if he had no idea what the hell you were talking about.

He could tell what you wanted all too well, but he was gonna tease you anyway, until he got the words from you. John was a man of consent after all. He continued to mark his way down, shifting down so that he could bite and suck at the sensitive skin above the area of your sport bra, grinding his girthy cock against your covered cunt.

"John," You grumbled, grabbing a fist full of his shirt with your good hand.

Hearing you grumble his name was a sign that he was really, really starting to get you worked up. It was cute, seeing his wife grumble and complain, as if you couldn't just use your words to explain yourself.

"Say please," he suggested, and his beard scratching your skin.

You glared up at him, going to grab the pillow to shove in his face— only to hiss in pain when you used your fractured wrist to grab. His expression hardened for a second before he quickly shifted his attention to your injured wrist, gently taking it away from the pillow and holding it up.

"What are you doing-" he said firmly, and the tone of his voice changed from playful to concerned in just a few seconds.

"I forgot," You gritted in pain, sitting up with him as he cradled your brace.

"You forgot?" he echoed, a scolding eyebrow raised up and an unamused glare on his face.

He sat up with you, being careful to not jostle your wrist that he was holding, making sure his fingers were gentle on the brace. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with, while in a moment like this, but it had happened, and now he was set on making sure you were okay.

"Forgettin' that you're supposed to be restin', that wrist of yours?"

"This is the hand I use for everything," You defended, pouting.

"I'm well aware o' that," he responded back, and his voice was more stern than before.

He knew exactly what you used that hand for, probably more than you did, which is why when he saw your cast move it sent him into a short-lived panic. He took a moment to let the panic subside, taking a breath to calm himself before he spoke again.

"You can't be doin' somethin' like this," he said, his voice still firm. "If you hurt yourself even more, I swear to God..."

"I get it, I forgot, I'm sorry," you retorted in a grumbling irritated tone.

"Look, I get that it's hard with your wrist bein' like this and all, but you can't go forgettin' about it. It's not going anywhere until it heals, and it could take a couple weeks for it to get better."

"It's not like I can help it. I write with this hand, I open lids with it, carry stuff, grab, my other one is practically useless..."

Of course it was hard to forget that you even have a fractured wrist, since it's something you have to use constantly. But it being something you have to use constantly doesn't mean you should.

"You can still do things using your other hand," he said softly, "it's not useless."

"it feels useless." You grunted.

"Maybe useless is the wrong word, then..." John mumbled, and his thumb moved to rub circles on the back of your hand.

He hated seeing you this frustrated, and it just wasn't right. He didn't like that you had to deal with this.

"Impairin'?" he said after a moment, "or maybe uncomfortable?"

"...wrong?" You offered.

"Maybe inconvenient is the word you're lookin' for, then?" John replied back, his expression lessening into something more relaxed.

There was a faint smile on his face now, and he brought the back of your hand up to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to it.

"And it really itches." You added with a whine.

"Yeah?" he smirked.

He wasn't surprised that you were complaining about it. In fact, he figured you'd start complaining sooner or later about the itch.

"It itches, does it, love?" he mumbled, and he pressed a few more light and gentle kisses to your knuckles.

"Id rather have a bullet wound than this..." You grumbled. "Id at least have range in my damn hands."

His head tilted up at that, and his smirk became a little more amused.

"Now that's not true, now is it?" he said, a soft tone to his words, and he started to brush his beard softly against your knuckles.

"You sayin' you'd take a bullet for me, dove?"

"Without a second thought." You whispered.

His smirk slowly faded at that, his expression softening, and the tone of his voice shifted at the words. He knew you weren't lying to him, he knew how much you loved him and cared for him, but it still wasn't fun hearing it spoken so... casually.

"Don't... don't say stuff like that," he said softly, and he let go of your one hand to reach the other to press it against the side of your face.

"I mean it." You implored, barely above a whisper.

He knew you did, and that's what made it so difficult to hear. Seeing you right in front of him, the love of his life, telling him that you'd take a bullet for him.

"I know," he breathed.

His thumb brushed over your cheek as he spoke, his voice still so soft, and his own expression was filled with nothing but affection.

"I don't care to hear you speakin' about takin' bullets."

"Any more than I already have?" You asked wryly.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at that question, and his eyes sparkled a bit.

"That's completely different, and you know better than to go bringing up old memories," he said softly, and his hand moved to scratch the back of your neck lightly with his fingers.

"I'm bein' serious. I don't want you sayin' things like that, dove, and I really don't want you actually doin' it."

"But I would if I ever had to," You quip.

"I swear, you are a pain in the ass," he mumbled, but there was an affectionate tone to it. He was half-glaring at you when saying it, but you could tell that he wasn't really annoyed.

"You just love to give me a hard time, don't you, dove? Always findin' a way to make yourself a thorn in my side."

"It's because I love you," You grinned.

That damn smile and cheeky grin always got him, and no matter how annoyed he was, it would still make him smile a genuine smile to himself.

"Love me so much that you make me want to throttle you, huh?"

"In the good ways?"

"In both the good and the bad ways," he confirmed, and that smirk came back full force.

"You've still got your fair share o' brat in you, after all, even after all these years of being married."

You laugh through a bitten lips.

"See? That's what I'm talkin' about," he pointed out.

When you started biting your lip like that, he knew that there was some cheeky comment coming.

"You just can't help yourself, can you?" he asked, a hint of tease to his voice as tugged he you into him. "you think it's funny gettin' on my nerves, don't you?"

"100%." You sighed, settling into his arms.

He shifted to get a bit more comfortable with you in his arms, and his arms wrapped snuggly around your form.

He loved having you near. In his lap, in his arms— close enough for him to feel your body heat, to smell your hair, to feel you.

"You are a brat," he repeated softly, and his hand started rubbing up and down your side again.

You stuck your tongue out at him. He knew that was coming the second you settled into him. He was about to respond to the tongue, maybe with a comment about how you're a child or a brat, but he was a bit distracted. He smirked, and his arm snaked around your waist to keep you in place, and in one quick, fluid movement he leaned forward and caught the tongue between his teeth, tugging gently. Your squeak only fuels his smirk, and now there was smugness to it.

He loved to get the upper hand over you in these moments, and he loved the noises that were coming from you. He loved you. His hand on your side slid into the small of your back, and he used it to bring you closer into him, keeping you right against him.

"That was mean," You grumbled, cuddling him while his hand traced your braid.

"Yeah, I know," he said softly, his hand continuing to run along the length of the braid.

His fingers moved gently across it and moving up, his nails brushing over your scalp.

"You just make it so easy, I can't help myself, sometimes. Besides, you know you like it."

He chuckled again, and his arms wrapped around you a little tighter as you cuddled into him. His own hold on you was always safe, a secure feeling that came with the strong arms that wrapped around you, and the gentle warmth that came with his chest and body heat. His beard brushed against your temple as he buried his nose into your hair, and his voice was a soft whisper.

"Did I mention that I love your hair when it's braided like this?" he gave it a soft, gentle tug, to feel it slide against his hand.

"It looks even more adorable when it's braided, I swear. It's like I find new ways to love you more and more each day, and I wasn't sure that was even possible."

"All thanks to you and your braiding skills." you giggled.

His smirk morphed into a small, prideful smile at that compliment, and he gave a dramatic scoff.

"Damn right it is," he said in a playful tone. "All my doin', I'm the reason your hair looks so cute right now."

"Just wait until you see what it looks like when I make extra curls." You said, closing your eyes with a smug smile.

"Fuckin' hell," he said with a shaky exhale, and he almost felt a bit light-headed just at the thought.

And if he was being honest, his mind was definitely imagining it, picturing what you'd look like with your hair a little differently, and he knew that it would be breathtaking.

"Purposefully curling hair?" he mumbled, his voice soft, and there was awe mixed with surprise. "You can do more?" and he could suddenly see it, your hair all freshly done, framing your face, and it was making his heart flutter.

"You'd do that f'me?" he asked softly, and his voice was just filled to the brim with adoration as his expression.

He already knew the answer, he already could imagine what you'd look like with your hair all dolled up, and the thought of it was just-

"I could, if you'd like." You shrugged.

That was all it took.

Just the idea of how you'd look like with your hair curled, adding a little extra, the thought of you running your fingers through the ringlets, or how you'd look with your hair all fresh curled, blown out and bouncing around when you moved.

"Please," he said quickly, and his voice came out almost pleading. "I would very much love to see that, dove."

He was already dreaming about it, the images in his head of you laughing and smiling, your hair all curled and moving around, the way he knows you'd probably mess with the curls.

"You're going to look absolutely gorgeous, you know that, right?" he asked with a soft murmur, his tone one of complete adoration.

"You're so dramatic sometimes," you teased, using his chest as a pillow.

He playfully scoffed a laugh at that comment, and he feigned offense.

"It's not dramatic, dove," he mumbled, "It's called being honest."

Your head was resting against his chest, your cheek using his firm, broad chest as a pillow, and he tightened his arms around your form to keep you snuggled up to him.

"Mhm, honest, my bad..." You mumbled, finally getting settled with him.

He gave a small, satisfied hum as you finally got settled against him, and he laid back against the sofa, bringing you with him as he laid down. His hand continued to rub up and down your side, moving in a small, smooth motion, his touch soft and gentle. His breathing was slow and steady, a slow, gentle rise and fall beneath you. He loved how you smelled, the familiar scent of your shampoo and whatever else you'd use in your hair was comfort, and it made him smile each time.

"Goodnight," You whispered.

Soft, warm feelings swelled in his chest when you murmured your goodnight. He could feel his features soften, and his expression turned tender and affectionate.

"Night, dove," he replied softly, his voice a quiet murmur.

His hand snaked up to your head, fingers sliding through and gently massaging your scalp. His hand moved slow and soothing circles across your scalp, rubbing gently and massaging tenderly.

His nose slides against yours, pressing a loving, prickly kiss to your lips.

He could feel himself growing more relaxed with you snuggled up and rested against his chest, feeling you rest against him, your warmth and weight a comfort. His eyes were already closed, and his breathing slowly evened out, his chest falling and rising evenly with each deep breath.

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years ago

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hi! can i ask for how the boys would be/react to you playing with their hair? (if you haven’t already) like doing braids or pony tails and using them like those mannequin heads lmao, thank you :)

A/N: I honestly can’t believe I haven’t written something like this, this is such a sweet and wholesome idea, thanks so much for dropping it in Nonny <3

DARRY CURTIS

Darry usually keeps his hair pretty short so there’s a limited amount of things you can do with it

For clarifying purposes, Darry’s hair is short by greaser standards so it’s still kind of long, especially up front and at the back of his neck

It’s totally long enough for you to put a few small braids in, maybe a few of those goofy little ponytails-

He likes to leave your braids in his hair for as long as he can, so his brothers have called him out for having these tiny little braids in his hair

Either way, Darry really likes having your hands in his hair, especially after a long day of hard work! He really just needs to relax

You playing with his hair is probably his favorite way to decompress, he could sit for hours and just let you toil away

SODAPOP CURTIS

You get the chance to run your hands through those silky golden strands of his? God, I’m so jealous

Sodapop purrs like a cat whenever you play with his hair, it’s like one of his favorite things

It’s to the point where Soda will sit down in front of you and manually place your hands into his hair, he lives for physical displays of affection

Sodapop is immensely proud of whatever you do to his hair! He leaves the braids until he has to take them out and will show them off to Steve

Also? Sodapop wants to play with your hair, it’s his way of paying you back for doing his hair!

Teach him how to braid and I promise you, Sodapop will get so good at doing it because he wants you to look good-

PONYBOY CURTIS

Is a little hesitant at first? He sort of tenses up the first time you slide your hands through his hair

Personally, I recommend trying to do his hair when there isn’t any grease in there because we all know this boy slathers his hair in grease, grease makes pretty styles stay in place but it also is going to affect the softness of his hair

Ponyboy, upon realizing how much you like playing with his hair, starts going without grease a little more often <3

He likes the looks of braids and will sit very still when you want to braid his hair, Pony’s very patient and usually has pretty long hair

And ponytails for Ponyboy? If you don’t make that joke, you’re missing a golden opportunity

Scratch at his scalp while your at it, give him like a mini massage and he just melts into your touch, putty in your hands while you play with his hair

DALLAS WINSTON

Nothing, and I mean nothing, can calm Dally down faster than you having your hands in his hair

If he’s in a mood, just sort of reach and brush the hair out of his face, tucking it back behind his ears and out of the way of his eyes

Dally starts to loosen up, the tension in his shoulders slowly bleeding out until there’s no aggression left over

He’s got shorter hair? But it’s kind of tufty and usually pretty free of grease so you’ve got a few things you can do, definitely just recommend running your hands through it though-

Leaving braids and ponytails in his hair is a big no-no, but don’t be upset when he’s taking them out! He looks so focused when he tries to undo them, it’s super cute

Plus, he’ll let you do them again later! No stress doll-face, Dally’ll be back later and you can re-do his hair then

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny’s hair is long and thick, but it’s heavily coated in grease like all the time, so you might wanna just ask him if he could like, not grease it one day-

He’s got bangs guys and if you were to work like a few tiny braids into his bangs, it’d be the cutest thing

Having your hands in his hair is really calming for Johnny? Like you don’t even have to be doing anything, you could just be mindlessly running your fingers through it

Johnnycake likes to watch you while you do his hair so expect his dark eyes to be following the movements of your fingers or trained on your face while you work

Dallas like to gently rib him for having leftover braids in his hair from you, Steve joins in sometimes, but Johnny just shrugs them off, they really don’t bother him

He makes sure to give you a gentle kiss as a way to say thank you every time you do his hair

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

You mentioned mannequin heads and if that isn’t an accurate depiction of Two-Bit here, I don’t know what else is-

He’s got longer hair, probably one of the longest in the gang, which means you’ve got tons to work with

Your only problem will come from the fact that he tends to have a lot of grease in his hair though, it’s simple to solve, just ask him not to! He’s pretty accommodating <3

It’ll be totally easy to work that front piece into a braid or pull his hair up into some sort of pigtail-

If you involve his sister in the process, the three of you can spend hours just doing and undoing Two-Bit’s hair and fashioning it into tons of different styles

His mom comes home to find the three of you in her living room, Two-Bit sitting cross-legged on the floor with his sister in his lap and you behind him, the two of you pulling Two-Bit’s hair up into different ponytails

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is very protective of his hair, specifically the swirls he spends all of his time working on

They take a super long time to grease into place and he isn’t too keen on people messing them up all the time-

But when it’s you? After a long day? Just let him take a shower first baby doll, he wants all the grease out so you can do whatever you want

Run your hands through his hair, tug gently and scratch at his scalp as you comb your fingers through his hair again and again

The sides are kind of short, but the top is kind of long so you could probably fit a few braids in there or a few ponytails if you wanted <3

Steve’s fine to sit through whatever you want to do, he could fall asleep with your hands in his hair, that’s how relaxing it is for him

TIM SHEPARD

Big Bad Tim Shepard falling apart the second you push your hand through his hair, toying gently with the strands

There is not a thought behind those pretty blue eyes of his when you get your hands in his hair and start to play with it

You can put braids and little ponytails in it if you want to baby but Tim’s not going to go out with them in his hair, it’s bad enough to walk around the house with them-

That sounds really mean but I’m saying it in the sense that Curly and Angela like to tug at the braids when he leaves them in and in an effort not to kill his siblings, Tim doesn’t leave them in for long

When he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll catch your hand before you can put it through his hair and scatter a few kisses over your palm before letting you go

Tim’s got a huge thing for compliments? And I mean that both in a he-has-trouble-accepting-them way and a he-desperately-seeks-out-the-validation, so any comments about how pretty his hair is, how pretty he is, make him melt

CURLY SHEPARD

Once more, if you’re not playing with his hair, you’re missing out on one of the best experiences of your life-

Have you seen those thick curls? The inky black of his hair and the soft way it tumbles through his fingers when he pushes it back out of his face?

My boy is absolutely gorgeous and he wants nothing more than to have your fingers combing through his hair while he does everything

I’m not even kidding, use it to encourage him, like while he’s working on homework, slowly work on braiding his curls while helping him through the math problems

Curly has fallen asleep on your chest while you’re playing with his hair, mindless running your fingers through the strands, wrapping his curls around your fingers

Tim likes to ruffle his hair a lot, something Curly hates and glares at him for while trying to fix his hair, but god if he doesn’t just melt when you do it, smiling brighter than the sun and leaning into your touch

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Co-Host part 4

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Warning - smut

The moment Lucy left, the girls had spoken non stop throughout the week. At first it was a stream of texts, until Leah decided that took too much effort and would rather see Lucy’s face. They had FaceTimed every day, mostly after training or before bed, talking about their days or not talking at all, sharing the calm silence between them.

The energy between them had shifted, it felt like it did that first night in the hotel room, when both girls dropped their guards. But it was even better then that, it felt like their relationship had jumped up a level, it felt like both girls could breath, like a heavy weight had disappeared, and a light air had settled between them.

——————

A week later and Lucy was on her way to pick up Leah for their first official date.

She had thought about it all week. She didn’t want to do anything too outlandish or over the top, she wanted to keep it simple and do something Leah would actually enjoy.

Then it came to her, cinema and bowling.

Classic.

It was the top tier first date for anyone, and it even involved a bit of a competition, that of course both girls loved.

Lucy knocked at Leah’s door, waiting for the blonde.

The door opened to a very cute looking Leah. She was wearing an over sized white shirt undone, with a loose white crop top, revealing her toned stomach. She finished it off with a pair of loose baggy jeans and brown converse. Her blonde hair in a pony tail.

Leah was nervous, she had been nervous the whole week, she was finally getting to go on a real date with Lucy. She had wondered what a date with the brunette would be like for a few years.

She stood at the door way looking at Lucy, who was also looking very cute. She was wearing a black over sized T shirt, with cream cargo trousers. Two thin gold chains sparkled on her neck, finishing it off with white Nikes. Her hair nearly parted in her famous bun to finish it off.

��Hey.” The blonde smiled sweetly at the brunette, closing the door behind her.

“Hi.” The brunette smiled shyly.

They embraced warmly, both girls holding on a second longer, just wanting to feel the others body.

Leah pulled back, her heart racing a little harder.

“So, where you taking me? I’m excited.”

“I was thinking cinema and bowling?”

Leah’s smile widened. “Oh I’m going to beat you, I’m amazing at bowling. You don’t know what you’re in for.”

Lucy laughed, it was nice to see Leah a lot more laid back, something she hadn’t got to experience face to face in a long time.

“Pshhh, yeah, yeah. You wish.” Lucy grinned ear to ear.

Both girls laughed, each catching small glances at each other.

Considering both girls had seen each other naked plenty of times, also having sex countless times, there was a nervous, shy exchange between them.

It was a weird feeling, going on a first date with someone after you had already seen their come face hundreds of times.

——————

In one of the rare occasions when they actually spoke after a night of sex, the girls had spoken about films and shows they liked. Lucy had remembered Leah mentioning that she was a marvel fan, and luckily enough, so was Lucy.

Marvel had a new film out, so of course Lucy got two tickets for them to watch. She also bought the largest popcorn for them to share, but even with such a big box they found themselves constantly touching hands.

Not that either girl minded.

During the film Lucy would find herself staring at Leah, it was mostly after a funny scene. She'd watch the blonde laugh, she loved how her her eyes wrinkled from her smile. Lucy couldn’t help but catch herself smiling at the sight.

The film came to an end and the credits rolled up, but of course neither girl moved. Leah scoffed as other movie goers got up to leave.

“Why don’t people know that there is a whole scene after the credits?” She rolled her eyes.

Lucy chuckled softly at the girls annoyance.

“Maybe cos they’re not as nerdy as you?”

Leah faked a gasp. Throwing the end of the popcorn at Lucy.

“Erm no. Nothing about Marvel is nerdy, thank you. And neither am I.”

Both girls laughed loudly. As the credits finished Leah grabbed Lucy’s hand.

“Shhh it’s starting.”

Lucy had held Leah’s hands plenty of times, in many different ways. She had felt the majority of the girls body, but Leah’s hand in hers right now felt completely different, the butterfly’s were flying hard in her stomach.

Lucy smiled and whispered. “Nerd.”

Once the film was finished they made their way to the bowling alley next door.

Leah rubbed her hands, smirking at Lucy.

“I’m really good at bowling, so don’t be too upset when I beat you.”

Lucy laughed as she finished putting their names in the computer. She walked up close to Leah’s face.

“I actually can’t wait to beat you. Do you not know who you’re playing with? I don’t lose.” The older girls smirk was playful, showing off her pearly whites.

Leah wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of the competition or the excitement of having Lucy so close to her face that made her heart rate spike.

Either way she wanted to wipe that smirk right off of Lucy’s annoyingly gorgeous face.

The girls started their first round, both starting of strong, but neither hitting a strike. By the last round Leah was in the lead by only two points, but she was making sure to remind Lucy every five minutes.

And of course Lucy wasn’t happy, she was shocked at just how good Leah was. She never normally would have to interfere with any game or competition she was in, but Leah’s teasing was getting the better of her.

It was now Leah’s turn, she waited for the machine to release the dark green bowling ball she’d been playing with throughout the game. Just as the ball was released she felt a strong body behind her back, a familiar perfume taking over her senses.

“Thats not too heavy for you, is it?”

Lucy was pressed up against Leah’s back, breathing down her neck. She dipped her fingers into the dark green ball, trying to make a show.

Leah shivered, she watched Lucy’s dexterous fingers dip into the holes, giving her flashbacks of nights when Lucy had those exact fingers inside her.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself Lee.” Her voice was deep and full of mischief.

Leah knew what she was doing, and annoyingly it was working, she let out a deep breath trying to gain some composure.

“No, it’s definitely not too heavy, thanks. You can go back on the bench now.” She smirked.

Lucy chuckled, she pressed her front a little deeper into Leah’s arse.

“No problem, just wanted to make sure you don’t hurt those precious fingers of yours. They’re important to me.”

She felt Lucy move away, but her presence still stuck to her. She turned around to see Lucy back on the bench, a wicked smile plastered on her face.

Fuck.

Leah walked over to take her turn, she tried to concentrate but Lucy was in her head.

She threw the ball, and before it even got half way it swerved to the side, hitting the gutter. All 9 skittles still standing.

She turned around to see a shit eating grin plastered on Lucy’s face.

“Ahh Leah, gutted for you.”

Lucy laughed as she stood to take her turn.

“You cheated! At least I know I didn’t have to mess with you to win.”

Leah sat at the bench, her arms folded in annoyance.

Lucy couldn’t help but feel a little bad, but seeing Leah sulk like this was maybe the cutest things she’d ever seen, she even had her bottom lips sticking out.

Lucy walked up to take her go, she took the shot as she normally did but this time she striked.

She couldn’t hold back the grin on her face as she heard Leah behind her.

“Are you serious?”

The blonde stuck her tongue between her lip and teeth in annoyance.

Lucy gingerly walked over to the blonde, trying to hold back the laugh.

Leah wouldn’t look at her, she wanted to prove a point. Until Lucy bent down, her face close to hers once more.

“Ahh I’m sorry Lee.”

Leah kept her eyes purposefully off the brunette, standing her ground.

“You play dirty Bronze.”

Lucy’s smirk was devilish. She gently cupped Leah’s chin, making her face her, so she had nowhere else to look. She purred her next words.

“You love when I play dirty.”

Leah couldn’t hide the shiver that ran up her spine. Hating that Lucy saw it for herself.

“How can I make it up you Lee?” Her voice was low and soft.

Lucy’s lips were inches from Leah’s, the brunettes eyes were staring at the blondes glossed lips. She looked like she wanted to devour her.

Leah couldn’t keep up the annoyance any longer, having Lucy this close to your face and not kissing her felt criminal.

She grabbed the brunette by her shirt and connected their lips together. Both girls moaning softly at the feeling of each other’s lips. It had been over three weeks since they last kissed, this was long overdue.

After a few minutes they reluctantly pulled back, they were in a public place after all.

“I’ve missed that.” Lucy bit her own lips, smiling at the girl in front of her.

“So have I.” Leah was a little breathless.

For a few seconds the girls stared at each other, just smiling, until their moment was interrupted by a group, cheering loudly a couple rows down, bringing them back to the room.

Lucy stood back up, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Right, next round.”

“Try not to cheat this time Bronze.”

They played one more round of bowling, with no distractions this time, Lucy kept her flirting to a minimum and Leah won the round by three points. Lucy being only slightly annoyed.

They wondered over to the arcade, both girls ready to show off their gaming skills. The pair were in their element.

Of course between two athletes and competitive gamers, they ended up winning an absurd amount of pink tokens. Lucy winning the most on the basket hoops, Leah secretly finding the sport sexy on the brunette.

Lucy used her winnings on a white teddy bear for Leah. It was the least she could do for her shenanigans at bowling.

Once they were all gamed out they made their way to an Italian restaurant Lucy had made reservations for. She knew Leah was picky, so she didn’t want to take her anywhere too spicy.

Throughout the meal they didn’t take their eyes off each other. The playful mood from earlier was turning into playful flirting. It was hot between them, the girls playing footsies throughout the meal.

They spoke about what happened between them these last few months. Both apologising every chance they could. It wasn’t too heavy, but it was needed. They both felt lighter, both gaining an understanding of the other’s point of view.

It was upsetting to now know if they had just spoken they wouldn’t have gone through all the heart break. But as they say, you live and you learn. They were just happy to be with each other now.

Their first date came to an end, Lucy paid the waiter and of course Leah tried to argue, but Lucy wasn’t having any of it.

Lucy hailed a black cab. The brunette mindlessly played with Leah’s hands as the spoke in the cab. Leah noticed the warmth in her cheeks from the touch, loving the feeling of Lucy’s soft side coming out. The side she had got a small glimpse of that first night.

The taxi pulled up to Leah’s house.

“Can you give me two minutes, I’ll be right back.” Lucy asked the cab driver.

“No worries.”

“Thanks,”

She walked Leah to her door, she really didn’t want to end it here but she knew she had to.

Both girls came to a stop, shy smiles plastered their faces. Leah broke the silence.

“I’ve had the best day. Thank you so much. And thank you for my bear” She held the toy close to her face.

Lucy smiled bashfully at the blonde. “You’re welcome. I’ve had such a good time.”

Leah pulled Lucy gently by her hands, closer to her face.

“Are you sure I can’t pay the taxi to leave now? And you and I finish this date off properly?”

Lucy bit her lip. It was very tempting.

“I want nothing more than to have my way with you, but I really want to give us time.”

Leah nodded, she knew Lucy was right, she wanted that too, she wanted more than what it was before. She just was so desperate to have Lucy.

“You’re right. Sorry, I know we agreed. I just…god I just want you so bad.”

Lucy chuckled. “I do too.”

Leah grabbed her hands kissing her softly.

“The next date is my turn.”

Lucy smiled. “Oh another date? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Leah laughed sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll see if Ona’s about for a date. Im sure she’d appreciate me.”

Lucy laughed pulling Leah closer to her body.

“I’d love to go on another date.”

“Thats what I thought.”

They kissed once more, finding it hard to let go. Lucy made her way back to the cab. She waited until Leah was in her house before she got in the car.

She got her phone out texting Leah straight away. Also receiving an instant reply.

Lucy - God, that was hard

Leah - I know, I was close to dragging you inside

Leah - not in a creepy way

Lucy chuckled.

Lucy - so what’s the next date?

Leah - you’ll have to wait and see

Lucy - hmmm I can’t wait

——————-

The girls ended up going on a series of dates, they had gone to gigs, comedy clubs, pottery class and even a football match. Each date was better than the last, they grew closer each time, constantly finding out new things about the other.

It was also becoming harder at the end of each date to say goodbye without finding themselves pressed against a wall, tongue’s down each other’s throats.

It had been 6 weeks, and they had kept to their no sex rule, keeping it PG. A few kisses and make out sessions here and there, but the desperation was starting to show.

——————

On their next date Leah planned for the pair to attend a cocktail making class.

The girls were standing around a C shape bar, with a few other participants and a cocktail teacher in the middle. There was a bunch of fresh ingredients laid out in front of them, with some fancy T ools Leah had never seen before.

The teacher walked through the instructions on how to make their cocktails, step by step. The girls were enjoying themselves, now and again Leah was finding it a little hard to follow instructions and of course Lucy was making it look easy, and at times even sexy.

But it seemed Leah wasn’t the only one that had the same thought. A short blonde girl besides the brunette had been shamelessly checking Lucy out during the entire class.

Leah tried to not let it get to her, Lucy was beautiful. She was going to get people looking at her, Leah had actually already gotten used to women and annoyingly men, admiring Lucy, it happened a lot. But this girl was just a bit too bold for Leah’s liking.

The striker could hear the girl making unnecessary conversation with Lucy, Lucy of course was oblivious to the girls flirting or if she had noticed she didn’t lead on. She replied politely enough with a laugh or a one liner.

“Have you done this before? You seem to know what you’re doing. You definitely have the arms for it.” The blonde girl smiled.

“Oh, thanks.” Lucy smiled politely.

Lucy could feel Leah’s rage next her, watching as she cut the Lemon for her drink, gutting the poor fruit.

She knocked Leah gently, giving her a wink, she was happy to get a small smile from the girl.

By the third cocktail the blonde continued to flirt with Lucy, even though Lucy wasn’t giving her anything.

“Oh wow, your cocktail looks so good, do you think I could taste you? Sorry, I mean yours?”

The short blonde girl laughed, stepping a little close to Lucy.

Lucy was lost for words, she looked like a dear in head lights.

That was far enough for Leah.

Leah reached over to Lucys section, grabbing the cocktail and downing the glass in one go.

She smacked her lips loudly. “You’re right, that was delicious.”

Leah wiped the dribble from her chin. Going back to her own cocktail.

The blonde screwed up her face, muttering something under her breath, clearly pissed off. Leah looked back over at her smiling sweetly.

“But it didn’t taste as good as you.” She whispered it into Lucy’s ear but loud enough for the girl to hear.

Lucy gulped, she smiled wickedly at Leah, she was loving this jealous side to her.

That had shut the blonde up, she didn’t try and talk to Lucy again after that.

The class came to an end, so the girls made their way down to the bar part of the building, they ordered some drinks and found a small wooden booth lit by a candle.

Lucy was smiling at Leah, an amused smile Leah’s hadn’t seen before.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

Lucy chuckled. “I like jealous Leah. She’s cute.”

Leah ducked her head, playing with the beer mat, she couldn’t help but smirk. She was glad Lucy saw it as cute and not anything bad.

“Yeah, well. She was too much, she wouldn’t stop staring at you, talking to you. She was like a bitch in heat.”

Lucy really laughed then. She took Leah’s hands stroking it gently.

“Well, just so you know, I only have eyes for you.”

Leah felt her cheeks blush, thankful the table was lit by the low light of the candle.

“Good, glad to hear it.”

The girls spoke for a bit, they decided to stay at the bar as they were enjoying the vibe and drinks.

“Same again?”

Lucy nodded. “Please.”

Lucy watched Leah as she walked to the bar, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pure happiness wash over her.

These last couple of weeks had been the happiest she’d been in a while. Every time she saw Leah, or got a text or call from her, she’d feel those dangerous butterflies in her stomach. She was all she thought about, her feelings were growing for the blonde more and more everyday, it was scary but she liked it.

Leah ordered their cocktails, she glanced over at Lucy, catching the brunette looking at her with a doppy smile on her face.

She looked over at Lucy every now and then, enjoying her view.

Like Lucy, Leah couldn’t help but notice just how happy she was in herself. She couldn’t deny it she was falling for Lucy, it was the happiest she’d ever been, she felt so comfortable around the brunette. She felt like she could be herself, no mask just her.

By the fifth glance Lucy was no longer alone.

Lucy looked up ready to see Leah, but the blonde from the class was now in front of her.

“Hey, I’m Erin. Let’s cut to the chase. I think you’re really fucking hot. I’m really fucking hot, so you should give me your number.”

Lucy had heard a few bad chat up lines, a few one liners that were even a bit bold, but that had to be one of the cringiest ones she’s ever heard.

“No, you’re alright. My girlfriend is hot enough.” She gestured towards Leah at the bar.

Even in this stupid conversation, Lucy liked the way she said girlfriend so easily.

Leah could tell from Lucy’s body language that she was uncomfortable but was being polite, it even looked like she nodded towards Leah, but that didn’t seem to deter the girl.

Erin didn’t bother to look at Leah, she clearly knew who she was talking about.

“Girlfriend? God, well I can be your friend surely? Aren’t you allowed friends? Friends that can fuck?”

Lucy felt herself physically back up in her seat.

Back at the bar Leah could feel the anger boiling up in her. Why did this girl not get the hint?

Just in time the drinks were made and Leah was back at the table in seconds. Lucy’s face brightened as she watched her marching over.

“Hey Lee. I was just telling Emily.”

The blonde cleared her throat “Its Erin.”

“Oh sorry. Erin that we a-hmm.”

Lucy couldn’t finish her sentence as Leah’s mouth was now on hers.

Leah held Lucy by the chin, sticking her tongue deep inside her mouth, licking and sucking every inch of her tongue, causing the brunette to moan.

Leah moved to straddle the brunette, she loved that Lucy wasn’t pushing her away, or stopping their kisses.

Lucy’s head was spinning, she was close to passing out from the lack of oxygen but she didn’t care, not when Leah was kissing her like this. She knew as soon as the blonde came over Leah was going to loose her shit and she couldn’t help but love this jealous side of her.

Leah pulled back, just slightly as she heard Lucy groan. She felt Lucy pulling her closer by her arse, she couldn’t hold back her own moan from the move.

She’d almost forgotten why she’d gone all out like this. She turned around to see the blonde still sitting there, she looked disgusted.

“Are you still here? Mate you’re not getting her, she’s mine. Fuck off.”

The girl looked shocked, she huffed, leaving the booth quickly.

Leah turned back around to face a very smug looking Lucy.

“I’m yours? Is that so?”

Lucy grinned from ear to ear, her lips swollen from Leah’s kissing.

“Well, I would have liked to ask you in a completely different way, but yeah. I do want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend, if you want to be of course.”

It was the brightest smile Leah had ever seen on Lucy’s face. It made her heart race.

“I do. I definitely want to be your girlfriend. I just told her that you were my girlfriend, my very hot girlfriend.”

“Oh did you now?”

Leah’s smile was just as bright as Lucy’s, she leaned in to the defenders lips, kissing her softly. She continued.

“Shall we finish these drinks and head back to mine?”

Lucy nodded eagerly. “Please.”

They had just about finished their drinks by the time they started to drag each other out the bar. Leah couldn’t help but wink at the blonde while Lucy pulled her by the hand.

Her face was a picture.

—————

They tumbled into the back of a black cab, Lucy gave Leah’s address to the driver and within seconds her mouth was back on Leah’s lips. But it was over as quickly as it started. Both noticing the cab drivers eyes lingering in the rear view mirror, they kept their hands to themselves, not wanting to give the cab driver a show.

But Lucy couldn’t help herself, she glanced down at Leah’s beautiful bare thighs, thanking the gods the blonde had worn a skirt that day.

She traced her fingers slowly around Leah’s hot skin, watching the girl open her legs wider. Lucy couldn’t hold back the chuckle at Leah’s eagerness.

Leah’s breath caught in her throat, just this simple touch from Lucy was making her pussy throb. It had been so long since she last felt Lucy’s hands on her skin.

Lucy snaked her hand higher up the firm thigh, past the end of Leah’s skirt, she watched as Leah’s body reacted to her touch. She heard Leah make a small groan as she got a little higher, she felt her own pussy throb at the site.

Leah placed her coat over her lap, not wanting any wondering eyes to see what they were up to.

Her fingers hit the curve of Leah’s thigh, she could feel her lace underwear under her fingers, Lucy smiled to herself, she could tell Leah was wearing thongs.

She gently skirted her fingers across Leah’s lips, feeling the dampness of the fabric. Once again her smile grew, her beautiful, cocky smile plastered on her face. She whispered in a low voice.

“Is someone wet already?”

Leah felt her skin prickle with goosebumps, she hadn’t been touched by Lucy in so long, even the slightest touch made her feel completely on the edge.

“I’ve been wet since we met.”

Those words alone made Lucy want to rip Leah’s clothes off and take her how she wanted in the backseat of the cab, but she knew she couldn’t.

Well, she could if Leah could be quiet.

She pushed her fingers hard against Leah’s sex, knowing exactly where her clit was, causing the blonde to moan hard.

“Fuck Luce.” Leah gasped.

Lucy pushed harder, rubbing slowly against her sensitive clit.

Leah was in heaven, even if Lucy’s fingers wasn’t on her completely, it still felt amazing. But suddenly the feeling was gone, Lucy pulled her fingers back.

Leah blinked her eyes open in confusion, she looked at the brunette who had a mischievous smile on her face.

Fuck.

“You got to be quiet Lee, I’ll stop if you make another sound.”

“I won’t, please. Don’t stop.” Desperation stuck to her voice.

Lucy bit her lip, she got more comfortable and dipped her hand back in between Leah’s legs.

Leah bit her own lip, feeling Lucy rub against her again. She could handle this if she concentrated, she could keep quiet and not lose Lucy’s beautiful fingers.

But Lucy wanted more, she slipped her fingers under Leah’s wet fabric, sliding her fingers between Leah’s wet lips.

The gasp Leah let out was loud but she stopped herself quickly. She looked at the cab driver hoping he hadn’t noticed, and thankfully he didn’t. She chanced a look at Lucy, who had the audacity to be smiling at her.

But she didn’t stop her, she only opened her legs further, giving Lucy as much room as she needed.

Lucy watched as Leah bit her lip, holding in her whimpers, she looked amazing, she was concentrating so hard to not to make any noise.

“You’re doing so well Lee.”

Leah closed her eyes, she couldn’t look at Lucy, not now.

Then without warning, Lucy dipped a single digit into Leah’s cunt, her muscles tightened instantly around her finger.

The blonde let out a raspy groan, her eyes closing hard as she felt Lucy start to pump gently into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Lucy whispered.

Leah sunk down into her seat, wanting to feel Lucy as deep as possible. She felt a little self conscious considering she was in the back of someone’s car, but there was no way she could stop Lucy.

Lucy kept her pace slow, but deep. She watched as Leah’s face scrunched into a frown, still trying her hardest to be quiet. She could feel Leah’s cunt clenching around her, making Lucy’s own pussy wet.

She pushed in another finger, feeling some resistance, but it didn’t stop her, she pushed herself further inside Leah slowly pumping away.

Leah gasped, she gripped Lucy’s free hand, needing to feel the girl, she could feel Lucy stretching her.

Lucy kept her movements slow, she brought her thumb up, just barely rubbing small circles on her sensitive clit. She knew her slow movements wasn’t going to allow Leah to come, and that’s exactly what she wanted.

Leah let out a small high pitched whimper, as she felt Lucy barely touch her clit, it was painful how much she needed her.

She knew Lucy was teasing her, she knew she wasn’t going to let her come, but Leah was desperate. She pushed her hips up, trying to find the pressure that she needed, but of course Lucy pulled her thumb away.

“That’s naughty Lee, I didn’t say you could do that.”

“Please Lucy, please.” She hated begging so early on in their sexual activities but it had been so long and she was desperate.

Lucy looked hard at the girl, her green eyes were intense, only making Leah squirm more under her.

Before the blonde could say anything the older girl pushed perfectly on her clit, her fingers pumped harder, hitting at her g spot.

Leah’s head fell backwards, she let out a small moan, but Lucy was quick to remind her to be quiet.

“You need to be quiet Lee, you don’t want me to stop do you?”

Leah put her own hand over her mouth, in the best attempt to make it look natural. She closed her eyes once more, letting Lucy take her as she pleased.

She could feel the cusp of her orgasm building, her stomach tightening, she just needed a little more. But before her body could get any further Lucy’s hand was gone.

“Anywhere here?” The cab driver pulled up.

Thankfully Lucy replied, Leah was caught completely off guard, not realising they were already outside her house.

“Yeah, here’s perfect, thank you.”

Lucy tapped her card on the reader, she opened the door, putting her hand out for Leah to take, knowing the girl was probably on wobbly legs.

Leah took Lucy’s hand, her head was a complete daze, one minute she was on the verge of a glorious orgasm, and the next minute she was being pulled out from the back of the cab, feeling a little uncomfortable from her drenched thongs.

Suddenly, she felt Lucy’s strong body against her back, almost holding her up. Lucy snaked her hands around her waist, her mouth against her ear, tickling her skin with her lips. She whispered.

“God, I can’t wait to have you. It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.” Her voice sounded desperate, like she was ready to have Leah right there, on the street.

Leah shivered, she grabbed Lucy’s hand, dragging her to her door, she tried to be quick with the keys but Lucy was once again behind her, breathing down Leah’s neck, in the most delicious way.

They fell in the door way, both girls grabbing each other in a mess of hands and mouths, kissing where they could. Leah grabbed Lucy by her shirt, pulling her in for a hard kiss.

Lucy was more than happy to have Leah against her lips, he pushed her tongue in desperately, needing to feel Leah’s mouth.

Leah whimpered, Lucy was everywhere, Leah’s pussy was throbbing to the point of painful.

The girls were hungry for each other, it had been nearly three months since they last had sex, both parties were desperate for the other.

Lucy easily picked Leah up by the waist, Leah instantly wrapped her legs around the brunette, kissing each other deeply. Lucy walked the pair to Leah’s room, smelling the familiar smells of Leah’s house.

She guided Leah to her dresser draws, placing her on top gently, never stopping their kissing. She removed Leah’s shirt, leaving her in her bra and skirt.

Lucy bit Leah’s bottom lip, loving the whimpers that came from the blonde. She soothed her lip gently with her own tongue, sucking the pink flesh once more.

The brunette held Leah by her sides, gliding her hands up and down Leah’s body, feeling her muscles flex under her hands. She’d missed this so much She pulled Leah in closer, so she was on the edge of the dresser.

She looked at the sight of Leah in her bra and skirt.

Her hair was tussled her cheeks a blush pink, her chest heaving hard, her lips swollen from Lucy’s harsh kisses. She looked amazing.

Lucy placed her hands on Leah’s thighs, pushing upwards, she grabbed her ruined, soaked thongs, pulling them down her thighs. She threw the ruined clothing over her shoulder.

“I want to fuck you with your skirt on.”

Leah nodded, whatever Lucy wanted, she would do.

Lucy slowly pushed Leah’s legs further apart, never taking her green eyes off of Leah’s blues.

Lucy guided her hand inbetween Leah’s legs, finally back at the spot she needed her most.

The hiss Leah let out was loud, she was extremely sensitive, Lucy’s little game in the cab had worked up her body. The slightest touch felt like it was going to make her explode.

Lucy let out her own moan, she was a little shocked at how wet Leah was, she had seen the girl wet hundreds of times before, but this may have been the wettest she’d ever felt her. But she wasn’t complaining.

She circled her fingers, watching Leah lose her grip on it all, her face in complete bliss. Her eyes were closed tightly the older girl pushed two fingers into Leah’s cunt, not giving her anytime to get used to the feeling. She drove her fingers deep and precise into Leah, she felt the blondes long legs wrap around her waist.

“Oh my god! Lucy!”

Lucy began to kiss Leah’s neck, sucking on her skin, she was definitely going to leave a colourful mark. She kissed up to Leah’s soft skin, closer to her ear.

“I’ve missed you.” Lucy whispered.

She pushed her thumb against Leah’s clit, loving the loud moans escaping her mouth. Lucy couldn’t get over how good Leah looked, how good this felt.

This felt different to every time before, it felt like it meant something more, like she was allowed to feel something. She could feel her own walls were breaking down, her feelings were heightened.

“I’ve missed you too.” Leah gasped.

Leah was going through her own feelings, it was hard to concentrate with Lucy doing what she does best. But just like Lucy, this felt different, there was a sense of different sense of excitement. It felt like both girls were holding each other a little longer, their kisses had a little more longing to them.

Lucy snaked her hand up to Leah’s neck, holding her firmly as she pumped, she wrapped her fingers gently around her throat. She could feel Leah’s heart beating beneath her fingers.

“I’m coming, I’m coming Luce!”

She came hard on Lucy’s fingers, she could feel Leah’s cunts muscles twitch around her fingers. Her head slumped forward on Lucy’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

Lucy slowly removed her fingers. She kissed Leah gently, pushing her hair back.

“Hey, you okay there?” Lucy smiled at the blonde.

Leah finally sat back, revealing a doppey smile, looking a little dazed.

“I’m sooo good. My girlfriend just made me come so hard, I can’t feel my legs.”

Lucy laughed, she kissed Leah again.

“Glad to hear it. Do you think you could take the strap?”

“You have so much energy.” Leah laughed softly, still coming out of her pleasured daze. “You know I want the strap.”

“Good. You’re going to ride me, then before you come I want you to sit on my face.”

“Ergh Lucy, fuck. Please, please can we do that.”

Lucy helped Leah down from the draws, Leah could never get over just how strong Lucy was.

They helped each other get naked, stealing soft kisses inbetween each clothing that was removed. Constantly pulling each other closer.

Lucy got the harness ready, wearing one of Leah’s favourite 7 inch dildos, this dildo also gave the wearer pleasure, having a small vibrator that rubbed at your clit.

She rubbed a generous amount of lube and shuffled to the top of the bed, leaning her back against the head board.

Leah crawled after her, shimmying herself above the glistening dick, straddling Lucy.

Lucy leaned forward, sliding her hand behind Leah’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She loved having Leah like this, face to face, getting to see every detail of her face while she fucked her.

“You ready?”

Leah nodded, her concentration face was on. Her hands rested on Lucys shoulders as she slowly lowered herself on the head of the dick.

Lucy had one hand on the dick, the other on Leah’s waist, helping guide the blonde down.

Slowly, Leah pushed herself onto Lucy’s dick, feeling the slight stretch from the thickness of the toy.

She was thankful Lucy warmed her up before hand, it had been a while since she had anything this big in her.

Lucy stared in amazement, she watched as Leah’s cunt swallowed her dick, inch by inch, until her thighs were skin to skin with Lucy’s.

The younger girls shakey breath caught in her throat. Her frown line deepened as she tried to get used to the sensation inside her.

“Fuck.” Leah let out a shakey sigh.

Lucy’s hands lightly stroked up and down the blondes thighs, waiting patiently.

Leah gently moved her hips, a small whimper already escaping her mouth, she could feel her cunt twitching at the stretch.

Lucy snaked her hands up onto Leah’s hips, helping the blondes movements, not that she needed help but Lucy couldn’t keep her hands off of her girlfriend.

Leah started to move quicker, easing her hips upwards as she felt Lucy’s dick stroke her. She groaned hard, she kept her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, she could feel her strong muscles twitching under her hands.

“That’s it baby, you ride my dick so well.”

Leah got faster, completely used to the fullness inside her. She finally opened her eyes to a soft smiling Lucy. She felt her pussy squeeze at the sight of the brunette, the way Lucy was looking at Leah was almost overwhelming.

She moved her hips harder, moving forward to capture Lucy’s lips. She kissed her girlfriend gently, happy to have Lucy’s lips on hers again, she wanted nothing else just everything that was Lucy.

Lucy began to kiss Leah’s neck, her perfume drowning her senses. She began to move her own hips, making sure to keep in time with Leah’s.

She smiled against her skin, hearing the blonde moan from her movements, one of Lucy’s favourite sounds. She loved Leah like this, she loved her in most positions, but this one was intimate, having Leah’s face inches from hers, while she fucked herself with her dick. It was breathtaking.

Lucy pulled Leah closer to her, her hands on the strikers back. She ducked her head, capturing a perfectly perked nipple in her warm mouth.

Leah moaned louder, her hands gripping the back of Lucy’s head, both girls keeping up their movements of their hips.

Lucy moved on to the other nipple, swirling her tongue over the pink flesh, she could feel Leah’s back curve under her touch, pushing her closer to her chest.

Lucy let go of the nipple with a loud pop, she covered Leah’s chest with kisses, tasting her sweat that began to form of Leah’s skin.

Leah’s moaning got louder, her clit was begging to be touched.

“Luce.”

“Yeah baby?”

“Please.”

“What do you need Lee?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me.”

Fuck. Lucy loved doing this to Leah, making her beg or just making her talk before she gave her what she wanted, but Leah secretly loved it. It always made her orgasm more intense.

“No. I want to come, please.”

Lucy sucked on Leah’s pulse point, the girl was going to look like a Cheater tomorrow.

“Hmmm do you deserve it?”

“P-Please Lucy, give your g-girlfriend what she wants.”

That got Lucys attention, she smiled that beautiful smile that Leah loved.

“I like that. Say it again.”

Leah was sweating, her voice was raspy.

“Give your girlfriend what she w-w-wants. Ple…..Fuck. Lucy, fuck yes.”

Lucy had her skill full fingers on Leah’s clit, rubbing her just the way she liked.

“God Leah, you’re so beautiful.”

She captured Leah’s lips, swallowing a moan. Leah could just about form a kiss, she was going into over drive. Her thrust got harder, her hips grinding deeper as she felt Lucy’s magical fingers building up her orgasm.

Lucy hadn’t turned on the vibrator yet, but it had been rubbing at her clit throughout. She could feel her own orgasm slowly building in her stomach.

Lucy drover her hips hard, she could feel her own sweat on her skin. Her wetness between her legs started to drip down onto the sheets below.

She snaked her other hand into Leah’s hair, making her face the brunette.

“You got so jealous today. Do you know how hot it was, how fucking hot you are.”

Lucy’s accent was so deep and thick Leah nearly couldn’t understand her, something she noticed when Lucy was aroused.

“You’re mine Luce.”

Leah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Lucy’s fingers pushed harder on to her bundle of nerves, picking up the pace. The groan she let out was animalistic.

Lucy quickly switched on the vibrator. She wanted to come with Leah.

“I’m all yours Leah, no one else. Just yours.”

Leah nodded her head, she couldn’t form words right now. Her head tilted forward, her thighs shock as she felt her orgasm building.

Lucy rocked her hips hard, grunting as she chased her own climax, her clit was begging for release.

Lucy pushed Leah’s face to hers, needing to feel her lips. She smiled at the frazzled look on Leah’s face, it was absolute perfection.

And for Leah that’s what pushed her to her climax, a very hard and loud climax. Lucy’s beautiful smile, her mischievous gorgeous green eyes looking at her like she was everything and more.

She screamed Lucy’s name as she came.

Her orgasm nearly pushed her body to black out, it was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. She held on to Lucy’s shoulders, her head falling in her neck. She could feel her own juices gathering at the bottom of the strap.

Lucy watched her girlfriend come down from her orgasm, just barely slowing down her hips. She was close to her own orgasm she just needed a little more friction.

She knew Leah wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, she grabbed the younger girl by her hips, pushing them both over until Leah was flat on her back.

Lucy was still inside her, she laid over Leah’s body, driving her hips into the girl beneath her, so close to her own climax.

Leah’s body was in over drive.

“Luce.” She whimpered.

“I’m so close Lee.” Lucy husked.

Lucy grinded her hips, forcing Leah’s body hard into the mattress below her.

Leah gripped at Lucy’s back, holding on for dear life as Lucy fucked her into a mess of moans.

“Thats it baby. Just a little more, take it.” Lucy grunted in Leah’s ear.

Leah would take another hour of Lucy fucking her, if it meant Lucy would feel even a little bit of pleasure. She tilted her head back, whimpering from Lucy’s thrust.

Lucy sucked on the blondes neck, knowing it was a turn on for her.

“You- you’re so….so fucking go-good Lucy.”

She wrapped her legs around Lucy’s waist pulling her deeper, pushing Lucy into her own orgasm.

“Fuck. Leah!”

Her hips jerked into the girl below as her clit pulsated against the vibration. She pushed as hard she could, chasing her sweet climax.

She slowed her movements, still pumping into Leah, breathing hard into the younger girls neck, kissing her sticky skin. She could feel her own juices gathering at her thighs.

Her muscles felt heavy, as her body came down from the high, sinking into Leah’s hot skin.

“Oh my god.” Lucky chuckled with a slight rasp.

Leah laughed, kissing Lucy’s neck.

Both girls panted hard, trying to catch their breath. Lucy gently pulled out of Leah, quickly taking off her harness.

She crawled back on the mattress.

“I hope you’re ready to be eaten out.”

Leah bit her bottom lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, but she had a better idea.

“I hope you are too.”

Lucy raised her eyebrow, smirking at the blonde.

“Lay down.”

Lucy did what she was told, laying in the middle of the bed. She watched as Leah swung her leg over her body, sitting in a reverse cowgirl position.

She backed up, her knees either side of Lucy’s arms. Lucy instantly grabbing her waist, guiding her in the right spot.

“You’re dripping.”

Lucy licked her lips, eager to get her mouth on Leah’s pussy. She loved eating Leah out like this.

Leah chuckled as she felt Lucy pull her hips down, the girl was always so impatient. She looked down at Lucy’s abs, mindlessly stroking her hand on firm muscles.

She casted her eyes on Lucy’s pussy, still dripping from her last orgasm. She swiped her finger up through her lips, she felt Lucy jolt under her.

“Leah! Don’t tease.”

Leah giggled, she leaned forward her face inches from Lucy’s pussy. She lowered her own body so Lucy could reach what she needed most.

Lucy pulled Leah’s hips down, her tongue ready and waiting, she took a long broad stroke through her folds.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Leah groaned.

Lucy started to lap at Leah, she was fully open for her. Every inch of her exposed for Lucy to have as she pleased.

Leah dipped her head, kissing on Lucy’s clit, she felt the girl buck again, she was clearly still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Both girls were in heaven, the wet sucking sounds in the room were utterly filthy.

Leah started to grind her hips, as she felt Lucy suck on her clit, her juices dripped down Lucy’s chin as her climax started building.

Leah could tell Lucy was close, she pushed two fingers into Lucy’s cunt, pumping slowly, she knew Lucy loved coming like this, she loved having Leah’s fingers inside her when she came.

And the moan Lucy let out only spurred her on, she sucked and pumped hard into Lucy, in love with the moans that escaped Lucy’s mouth.

Lucy was finding it hard to keep her mouth on Leah, while she was fucking her like this.

“Lee, I can’t. I - I….can’t.”

“It’s okay Luce, let me take care of you.”

As Leah captured her lips back on Lucy’s swollen clit she felt Lucy’s hips thrust, her moans stuttering out. Leah pushed her fingers deep, hitting Lucy’s sweet spot.

The brunette squeezed Leah’s thighs, needing something to hold onto as her orgasm hit her hard, waves of pure bliss washed over her body.

Leah could hear Lucy coming, she smiled as she lapped at Lucy’s juices, swallowing what she could.

Lucy’s hips jolted, thrusting hard, pushing herself into Leah’s tongue, she moaned when she heard Leah slurping at her folds.

Lucy’s thrusting came to a slow stop. Her breathing escaping out in shorts burst, her limbs once more feeling heavy.

“God, your mouth is amazing.” Lucy’s voice was raspy and low.

The blonde smiled as she pressed light kisses to Lucy’s thighs, loving the way the girls body reacted to the touch.

Before Leah could respond her hips were being pulled down and her clit was being sucked by Lucy’s warm, wet mouth.

Leah bucked her hips into Lucy’s mouth, she was already feeling her orgasm build, it was already on the cusp. She could hear Lucy’s tongue, hear her swallowing Leah’s juices, it drove Leah into her own orgasm, it was fast but it was no less strong.

Leah screamed, grinding her hips, hard into Lucy’s face, at this point not caring if Lucy’s was struggling to breathe, her body needed Lucy’s tongue and she was going to get it.

She slowed her hips down, small shivers took over her body, she flopped to the left of Lucy, falling on the mattress.

“Don’t speak to me for an hour.” Leah blew back the hair out of her face, she was utterly wrecked.

Lucy laughed, she pushed herself on her elbows, she smiled as she looked over at the blonde. Leah was a beautiful site to see, her pussy and thighs glistening from her juices, her lips swollen and wet, from sucking on Lucy’s clit.

And this beautiful girl was now her girlfriend, Lucy had never been happier.

“Hey, do you fancy a shower? I’ll order us some food.”

Leah laid on her side, holding her head up by her hand. She looked over at Lucy, she couldn’t stop the smile that plastered her face. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous woman was officially her girlfriend, she actually got to call Lucy hers.

“Ohhh that sounds good, what do you fancy?”

Lucy smirked.

“You.”

Lucy dived forward, grabbing Leah, easily pulling her into her lap.

Leah laughed, she loved seeing this side of Lucy, it was a side many didn’t get to see.

Lucy captured Leah’s lips on her own, both humming happily.

“I fancy you, but I could also do with a burger.”

Leah chuckled and hummed in agreement.

“Same, burger sounds good. Just nothing with sauce or veg in mine, just a plain burger, with cheese.”

“Cool. I’ll order that now, you jump in the shower.”

“Okay, join me when you can.”

Lucy kissed Leah’s cheek as the blonde made her way to the shower.