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insidekatmind · 4 months ago

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Bet-Alejandro Balde

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

It was a fiery night in Jeddah, the city vibrating with the clamor of the Clásico. Real Madrid against Barcelona, the most anticipated match of the season. The tension in the air was palpable, but for you, y/n, it was much more: it was a personal matter.

"Y/n, are you ready to lost this bet?" Alejandro Balde had said to you a few days before, with an arrogant smile painted on his face.

"Don't count on it, Balde. Real will win, and then you will be the one to swallow your words" you had replied, with a confidence that now seemed to waver.

But now you were there. The match was over. 5-2 for Barcelona. And, as if that wasn't enough, Balde had scored one of the decisive goals.

You were sitting on the couch in his apartment, still wearing your Real Madrid jersey, your hands crossed on your knees. He, leaning on the kitchen counter, was staring at you with an amused expression.

“I thought you’d take that shirt off as soon as you came in,” he said, his tone playful but with a hint of mischief.

“Don’t count on it, Balde,” you replied, staring at him with challenging eyes.

He approached slowly, like a predator studying his prey. Each step felt like a blow to your pride. He stopped in front of you, his gaze piercing.

“You remember our bet, right?”

“Yes, I do,” you replied through gritted teeth.

“So, y/n… are you ready to keep your word?”

“I didn’t mean to lose,” you admitted, trying to keep your composure.

“But you lost,” he replied with a triumphant smile. “And now you’re here.”

There was a moment of silence. Then he sat down next to you, moving just close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin.

He reached for your shirt and ran his hands along the fabric, feeling the soft texture of the fabric.

"This shirt is beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "But it would look better on my bedroom floor, don't you think?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to remain impassive.

"You're not serious," you replied, trying to keep your cool.

"Oh, I am," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "You lost the bet, y/n. You promised you'd do whatever I wanted."

you look at him badly "I will not go to bed with a dirty culers" you say angry.

Alejandro laughed, a low, husky sound that sent goosebumps across your skin.

"Oh, y/n," he said, his fingers tracing patterns on your thigh. "You don't know what you're missing. But don't worry, we don't have to go to bed yet. There's so much we can do right here, on this couch."

At his words you look at him badly again.He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know, I've always had a thing for feisty girls like you," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so tough, but I know how to bring out your more submissive side."

Alejandro lifted you from the couch and placed you in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You tried to resist, but he held you firmly, his gaze piercing yours. "You can fight it all you want, y/n, but deep down, you know you're already mine."

His hands roamed over you slowly, exploring every inch of your body. "Just give in," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Let me make you feel what you truly crave."

"fuck you, I'm not yours and I never will be" you say confidently but in the meantime you try to move your neck more to give him more space.

Alejandro chuckled, his teeth grazing against your skin. "Oh, y/n," he murmured between kisses. "You can lie to yourself, but your body doesn't lie. It knows that it needs me."

His hands caressed your thighs, teasingly inching closer and closer to their center.

You tried to resist, to push him away, but his touch was too persuasive. Your breath was coming in short gasps now, and the warmth spreading through you was undeniable.

"Shh," he whispered. "Just be a good girl and give in. I promise you'll enjoy it immensely"

His fingers traced the edge of your panties, teasing you with their feather-like caress. You felt yourself weakening, the tension of the game forgotten as his touch ignited a fire within you. He watched your reaction with a cocky smile, knowing he was slowly breaking down your defenses.

"That's it, y/n," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Stop fighting it. You know you want this as much as I do."

His hands continued their exploration, their touch growing more confident as they found their way beneath your underwear. A low moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot.

"See? You can't resist," he purred, his fingers slowly stroking your most intimate place. "Just let go, y/n. Give in to me."

You tried to hold on, to fight the growing heat within you, but the sensations were too powerful. The way he touched you, the way he whispered in your ear - it was all too much. You gasped and arched against him, your body surrendering uncontrollably to his touch.

"That's a good girl," he praised, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss. His fingers kept moving, teasing and pleasuring with skillful precision. His other hand wandered up the hem of your t- shirt, pushing the fabric up to reveal your trembling body.

You moan into the kiss, and start to move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and deepening the kiss

"Mmm," he murmured against your lips, his hands now roaming your bare skin. "I knew you'd come around, y/n."

Alejandro lifted you and placed you on his lap, the evidence of his own desire pressing against you as he continued to kiss you deeply.

You moan as you feel his erection against you and you grind against him as you deepen the kiss.

He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping your hips and encouraging your movements. "Gods, y/n," he muttered, breaking the kiss and nipping at your neck. "You're driving me insane."

He moved against you, creating a delicious friction that made both of you gasp.

You were completely in his control now, surrendering to the sensations that rocked through you. His touch was electric, his kisses hungry, and the way he held you, possessive.

"You're mine," he whispered fiercely, his hands gripping your hips harder as he rocked against you. "Mine."

With a swift move, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the nearby bed, laying your body down against the soft covers. His eyes, darker with desire, roamed over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and parted lips.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his hands gently parting your legs to give him better access. His touch was both teasing and assertive as his fingers traced the inner side of your thighs.

Alejandro quickly undresses you, smiling at the sight of you naked "so sexy' he muttered.Then, his face was between your legs, his tongue delving into your most intimate center, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you. You cry out, your fingers gripping the sheets as he worked his magic, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.

He added two fingers inside you while sucking your clit sending you to the limit.You moaned loudly and blocked his head by putting your hands on his hair and your legs resting on his neck. You moaned loudly "shit, keep going I'm coming" you moan as you push your pussy harder on his face.

Alejandro moans and moves his fingers faster and licking, sucking and kissing your pussy more making you come. "You taste so good baby" he whispers licking his fingers.

Slowly, he positioned himself above you, looking down at you with a mix of desire and dominance. "Now," he said, his voice a husky murmur, "Tell me who owns you."

You can barely form a coherent thought, your mind clouded with pleasure, but you know what he wants.

"You," you manage to gasp out, your body still quivering from your release. "I belong to you."

He smiles, satisfied with your answer, and then he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body, his touch both possessive and tender. "All mine."

Alejandro smiles as he sucks and nibbles your nipples making you moan. Then he gently pulls away from your nipple and begins to undress and flips you over onto all fours.

He positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips. "You're all mine," he reiterates, his voice husky with desire. "Every inch of this body is mine."

His hands caress your skin, tracing patterns along your spine before his lips follow, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

You can feel his breath against your skin, his lips warm and soft, sending shivers of anticipation through you. His hands continue to roam your body, exploring every curve and contour, claiming every inch of you as his own.

Alejandro starts rubbing himself on your ass and then enters you making you scream with pleasure.

"Mmm, you're so tight," he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "You feel so good around me."

He starts moving slowly, his hands still roaming your body, his touch both possessive and gentle. The sensations are overwhelming, the sounds and pleasure mixing together in a heady cocktail. You cry out, your body responding to him passionately, arching more towards him.

Alejandro smiles and grabs your ass and moves you towards him to make you arch better. "That's right, take it all like the good girl you are for me" he murmurs in your ear nibbling making you moan.

"That's it," he praises, his voice husky with pleasure. "Let go. Give yourself to me completely."

His movements become faster, more urgent, as he completely takes control of your body. He whispers praises and dirty words into your ear, his mouth hot against your skin, his teeth nipping lightly at your neck.

With each thrust, you feel yourself slipping deeper into the storm of pleasure. Your body is no longer your own, surrendering completely to the rhythm he sets. You cry out, lost in the sensations, the world around you fading away until all that remains is his touch, his voice, and the overwhelming pleasure that washes over you like a wave.

Alejandro slaps your ass and fucks you faster. You scream with pleasure and Alejandro smiles "You like getting fucked by a Barcelona player, eh Madridista?" he teases you by pushing harder

You can barely respond, your mind clouded by the sensations coursing through you. You manage to gasp out a response, your voice thick with desire. "Shut up, you dirty culer," you choke out, your words slightly slurred by the pleasure that consumes you. "You're just a cocky bastard, that's all."

Alejandro laughs and pushes himself harder into you. "I don't understand, repeat madridista" he teases.

You glare at him turning your head to look at him and Alejandro grabs you by the neck , the effect is lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounds you. "You know damn well what I said, you arrogant bastard," you grumble, your words laced with irritation.He just laughs, clearly enjoying your feisty attitude. "No manners, madridista," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "I'll have to teach you some."

He pushes himself in deeper, his hand gripping your hip tightly. "Are you ready to admit I'm the superior player?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "That Madrid is nothing compared to Barcelona?"

You moan at his strong thrusts "never, you had any luck on the field" you blurt out.

He laughs at your defiance, clearly enjoying your fiery spirit. "Luck, you say?" he murmurs, his voice a low purr against your skin. "You really believe that, little madridista?"

He thrusts harder, making you gasp and arch your back, his movements slow and deliberate.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck. "Let me show you the real power of a Barcelona player," he whispers, his voice low and laced with arrogance. "I'm going to make you scream my name, madridista, and you'll never forget who owns this game."

With that, he picks up the pace, his body moving with powerful, purposeful strokes, each one claiming you completely. You can feel yourself slipping into a haze of pleasure, all thoughts of rivalry and competition fading away beneath the intoxicating rhythm of his movements.

You find yourself gasping and moaning, unable to form coherent thoughts or words, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that ripple through you. The only sound that escapes your lips is his name, echoing softly in the air around you.

"Yes, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Say my name, madridista. Admit who owns you now."

You barely register the words, lost in the storm of pleasure, but somehow, you manage to choke out his name, your voice broken and shaky.

"Alejandro" you moan loudly arching to take more "so big" you hum in pleasure "so good" you continue to moan, almost whimpering with pleasure.

He's encouraged by your response, his movements growing rougher, more possessive. "My little madridista," he purrs, his voice husky and full of dominance. "You feel so good around me. All mine."

Each word sends a shiver down your spine, adding to the growing tension within you.

You're completely swept up in the moment, your body responding to his touch like a puppet to its master. He controls everything - the rhythm, the pace, the pleasure - and you're completely helpless beneath him, surrendering every inch of yourself to him.

Your mind is a storm of emotions and sensations, your body a battlefield for his touch. You can feel your climax building, growing in intensity, a slow burn that builds and builds until it finally explodes in a rush of pleasure and release. You cry out his name, the sound swallowed up by the waves of ecstasy that crash over you, your body shuddering beneath his.

Alejandro grabs your hair to push himself deeper into you.

You moan at his rough, possessive touch, the slight edge of pain adding to the overwhelming pleasure that engulfs you. "Yes," you gasp out, your voice hoarse and low. "God, yes, deeper."

His movements become rougher, more demanding, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back, your mind lost in a haze of ecstasy.

He growls into your ear, his voice thick with possession. "Mine," he grunts, his words punctuated by deep, powerful thrusts. "You're all mine, madridista. Only mine."

You can feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of pleasure, your body responding to his every movement, every word, every touch. There's nothing left now but the storm of passion and dominance that surrounds you, the world outside fading away until all that remains is the two of you and the explosive connection that binds you together.

"Come for me," he groans into your ear, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Scream my name, madridista. Show me who owns you now."

You're helpless against his command, your body and soul completely under his control. You cry out his name, your voice hoarse and broken, as the waves of ecstasy wash over you, consuming you completely. Your body shudders and twitches beneath him, your mind a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and surrender.

He holds you close, your bodies locked together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and pleasure. He whispers soft, possessive words in your ear, the sound of his voice a soothing balm to your racing heart. Slowly, slowly, the storm of passion begins to subside, leaving you both gasping for breath and blissfully exhausted.

You gasp as you feel him release inside of you, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You cling to him, your body still trembling from the force of your climax, your mind blissfully blank and free of all thoughts except the sweet, bone-deep satisfaction that envelops you both.

"You're mine," he whispers into your ear, his voice a possessive purr. "Mine. Always mine."

You can only respond with a soft sigh, your body and mind too exhausted to form a coherent thought. You feel him pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle, yet firm embrace. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his scent, letting yourself bask in the afterglow of pleasure and connection.

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nemoredraw · 2 months ago

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Some cute sketches ☺️

#tim drake x oc #oc x tim drake #nemo arkham #antonio alejandro

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universefcb · 1 month ago

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Putting salt in barca boys coffee as a prank headcanons?

Love u :))

↬❥ Salt and coffee

Barcelona Reaction

Synopsis: their reaction when you put salt in their coffee.

a/n: THIS TIME I DIDN'T FORGET MARC BERNAL!!!

REQUESTED

warnings: no.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

PABLO GAVI

He takes a sip and instantly spits it back into the cup, looking at you with wide eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” he exclaims, with an expression of pure horror.

When he realizes it was a prank, he pretends to chase you around the house, saying he needs revenge. But in the end, it just tickles you and gives you a little kiss on the nose.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

He raises the cup to his mouth without suspecting anything, but as soon as the salty taste hits his tongue, he makes an adorable face. He wrinkles his nose and looks at you with a confused expression.

“Honey... What did you put here?” he asks, holding back a laugh.

When you admit it was a joke, he shakes his head, laughing. Then he pretends to be offended, but soon pulls you into a hug, saying that even though you sabotaged his coffee, he still loves you.

PAU CUBARSÍ

He takes a sip, and his expression goes through a rollercoaster of emotions: first surprise, then confusion, and finally, a small smile.

“I knew something was off,” he says, looking at the cup.

When you give in and confess to the prank, he chuckles softly, finding your sense of humor charming. Then, just to tease you, he says that maybe he'll start to doubt every coffee you make.

HECTOR FORT

As soon as the taste hits his mouth, he freezes, frowning. Then he looks straight at you.

“Did you put salt in here?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

You burst out laughing, and he just sighs in defeat. Deep down, he finds it adorable that you tried to prank him, but he promises to get revenge in a sweet way—maybe by stealing an unexpected kiss when you least expect it.

FERMÍN LÓPEZ

He drinks his coffee and makes such a funny face that you start laughing before he even says anything.

“Love… why do you hate me?” he says dramatically, placing his hand on his chest.

When you explain that it was just a prank, he pretends to be offended, but then pulls you into his arms and says that the only thing that can make up for this crime is a kiss.

ALEJANDRO BALDE

He takes a sip and immediately grimaces, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You... tried to poison me?” he jokes, pretending to be shocked.

When you start laughing, he can't help but laugh. In the end, he laughs along, saying that it was the worst thing he's ever had to drink, but that he still loves you — but now he's going to keep an eye on everything you put in his food.

LAMINE YAMAL

He takes a sip and, at the same time, starts coughing, making a hilarious face.

“But what is THIS?!” he complains, looking at the cup as if it were poison.

When you tell him it was a joke, he crosses his arms, pretending to be serious. But he can't hold back his laughter for long. In the end, he hugs you and says he's safe... for now.

MARC BERNAL

He drinks his coffee without complaining, trying to maintain his composure, but he is clearly suffering. You can see the effort he makes not to spit it all out.

“It’s... a little different today, isn’t it?” he says, trying to be polite.

When you tell him the truth, he laughs and ruffles your hair, saying he should have known better. Then he orders another coffee—this time, made the right way.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @p4uul0vr @nngkay @meganesanchez @bymerinott @htpssgavi @luvvpedri

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torantuga · 21 days ago

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quick redraw from 2023 n 2024

#my art #2025 #total drama #tdi #td mk #td mk's brother #total drama mk #alenoah #gna be honest the more i look at this the more i hate it #td noah #td alejandro #oc: nikki

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theeio · 1 year ago

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43 and 45 for Alejandro?

43. What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

this is a little more vague but because of Alejandro’s powers of viewing people’s consciences, they’ve developed a habit of assuming the worst in everyone (to alleviate the disappointment if they had to look into a person to heal them). they’d be really widthdrawn trying to deal with the storm of emotions that one simple instance would trigger. and when they realise they were wrong, they’d widthdraw even more knowing they wrongly accused someone for something in their minds (sorry for how vague this answer is or if it misses the mark akshsks)

45. What's something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Low collared shirts and khakis, especially if they’re bermudass

(OC questions here: feel free to send in more asks!)

#draws #doodles #alejandro #oc #oc alejandro #sorry these took a while! glad i got to them in the end

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accio-bagel · 25 days ago

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Chocolate Frog Card sketches: Hogwarts Legacy OC Collection

Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 in progress

OCs:

Phillip and Auri @rypnami

Danny @catohphm

Adanna @cuffmeinblack

Ambrose @ellivenollivander

Krissy @newbienewness

Eloise @myokk

Ren @leaping-toadstool-caps

Ale @savingsallow

Thank you all for being such a wonderful part of the fandom experience for me 💕

I have so many more of these on my to do list 🥲 hopefully I’ll have more time for them soon 💚

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whatifitwasgttho · 6 months ago

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i may be like 4 hours late but happy halloween

#g/t #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t art #g/t ocs #g/t community #sfw g/t #gentle giant #gianttiny #oc — alejandro #oc — rhaine #alejandro is so obsessed with him and rhaine is just.#oh my wowza that guy is HOT!!!!!!

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shadow0-1 · 2 years ago

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Sausage party

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laswells-ashtray · 2 months ago

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Non-sexual things that COD people do to drive their SO feral? Thoughts?

- John with his tippy toe hip thrust thing has Nik in a chokehold, also instead of moving a chair in like a normal person John does this little scooting/hip thrust/legs spread manoeuvre that is too good to ignore.

(Evidence of this is seen during the Cutscene of Kate and John meeting to discuss making Taskforce 141)

-Kate has a way of folding her arms and looking down at her that has Sarah turning to utter jelly. Kate also has restless hands, likes to tap, stroke and squeeze, so a simple repeated gesture such as drumming her fingers on her thigh from Kate has Sarah wondering how else to occupy her lovely wife's hands.

-Faralexgaz I think would love for almost domestic self care, watching Farah brush and braid her hair had her boys fidgeting and wanting to touch, watching Gaz rub in his hydration lotions makes the other two wanna lick it off and Alex doing his facial hair maintenance with the oiling and trimming has Gaz on his knees "Helping" while Farah holds the mirror for them.

- Ghoap where Soap goes feral seeing how Ghost's mask moves, he can SEE when ghost's tongue wets his lips under that thing and he wants that tongue in his mouth immediately. He's a Victorian man seeing a scrap of ankle every smoke break when he sees Ghost lift the balaclava for a ciggie (Never mind the fact he knows exactly what's under the balaclava intimately)

-Alerudy with Alejandro being utterly pavloved when Rudy adjusts his leather belt, the sound of it is like ringing a dinner bell for a starved man. Also if Alejandro takes his gloves off with his teeth, it's not exactly Rudy's fault if he wants them in his mouth afterwards.

-Graves getting a little power trip from all the "Yup Yups" from his people, he's very touchy even during basic pre-check for missions so the shadows are all definitely angling themselves to make sure he touches them as he passes.

This was like a cool glass of lemonade on a warm day. Like waking up only to realise that you have three hours before your alarm goes off and you can go back to sleep. Like when you're six drinks in and vodka is now tasteless.

A blessing.

John Price's little hip thrust move is responsible for several casualties, Nikolai included. Sometimes he doesn't even realise he's doing it but the minute Nikolai spots it, his eyes are on John's crotch. John moves his hips far more than he thinks he does and all Nikolai can think of is the times he's stood behind the Englishman and made him buck up into Nik's hand instead of stroking his cock like John had so nicely asked.

When Kate crosses her arms and looks at you, it feels like she's looking down on you. It isn't intentional, she just has that intimidating feel to her and Sarah eats it up. But when they're at a bar and there's a table of men acting rowdy, Kate is irritated and she has one elbow resting on the bar with her other hand trailing her nails up and down Sarah's thigh? Well, Sarah is glad she wore a skirt because Kate'll be needing easy access when Sarah drags them both home. They don't even make it upstairs into their bedroom, Kate fucks her up against their front door and the next morning she comes downstairs to find her own black lace panties by their welcome mat.

Farah's version of unwinding before bed is sitting down in one of Gaz's t-shirts and a stolen pair of Alex's boxers as she braids her hair. It's habit and she doesn't have to think twice about doing it. Alex and Gaz are amazed by it, how quickly and efficiently her hands move when she doesn't even have to look. It's hypnotic. And it has Gaz crawling on his knees over to the end of the bed where she's sitting to massage her shoulders only his hands slip under the shirt and it devolves from there. Watching Alex trim his moustache always turns into sex to the point that if he doesn't want to get interrupted part way through and have to come back to finish trimming it after they're all thoroughly fucked out then he has to hide from both Farah and Gaz.

God, Ghost lifting the balaclava just enough to smoke. Soap is staring at him with dazed eyes like he just watched Ghost hand place the stars. Something about it feels personal to him, being allowed to see that bit of Ghost when he's in the "uniform" despite the fact that he has not only seen Ghost naked but he's also had the other man's cock in his mouth. But that little flash of skin, that has him damn near panting like a fucking dog.

Alejandro upon seeing Rudy's shiny new leather belt realises two things. One, introducing leather into their sex life might've been a bad idea because now he can't see it on the other man without feeling horny. Two, if Rudy doesn't tie him down, gag him with that belt and ride him until Alejandro's crying and begging him to stop then he might explode. The first time Rudy watches Alejandro pull his gloves off with his teeth, Rudy almost walks directly in the path of a moving vehicle. He blames his concussion, it's only partly to blame. Alejandro eventually notices that the action tends to render his sergeant major stupid and acts accordingly. The next time Rudy wears gloves, Alejandro pulls them off by the fingertips with his teeth and he barely has time to drop them from his mouth before he's yanked forward and mey with Rudy biting his lip while he unzips Ale's pants.

I think Graves is big on putting his hand on the back of someone's neck and squeezing because to him it's a friendly, reassuring touch. To his Shadows it's a memory for the wankbank because his hands are warm and his touch is firm. Graves himself, he knows there are eyes on him. He's their leader, he's God in this crowd of followers. They hang on his every word. Their importance is measured by him. There's little a hookup can do for him in comparison to how his Shadows eyes will follow his every move when he asks their attention.

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