#their friends don’t want to watch their pda but they also can’t look away

[nitro502]

Listen, I love Steddie being all cute and sweet together. Of course I do. But I feel like we don’t let them be weird enough sometimes. Like sickeningly sweet and strange. I’m talking annoyingly into each other in front of their friends. Butterfly kisses. Baby talk. Meowing at each other. Making their friends cringe at how awkward it is to be in a room with them. You know, true love.

[eclips-moon]

The Batboys being clingy headcanon:

Including Duke and Bruce <3

Hope you guys like it!

Tim Drake Tim’s clinginess is low-key, but it’s also constant. He’s the type to text you “What’s up? I miss you <3” while you’re just sitting 5 feet away from him. If you so much as stand up to go get a snack, he’s immediately there, like, “Where are you going? Don’t leave me.” He’ll lean against you, his hand finding yours without him even realizing it. When you're watching TV or reading, he’s definitely leaning into your side, trying to get as close as possible without being too obvious. But if you move to shift positions? Nope, he’s following you. He’ll slip his arm around your waist, all like, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” He’s not a big PDA guy, but when it’s just the two of you? Prepare for cuddles, hand-holding, and small, random kisses. He’s gotta be touching you constantly.

Jason Todd Jason is obsessive, no doubt. He’s that partner who’ll try to act like he’s tough and independent, but the moment you show him any kind of affection, he’s all over you. Like, you can’t just hug him. No. He’ll climb into your lap and basically trap you there, rubbing his face into your neck like a cat. He’s gonna constantly ask for kisses, too, but not just little pecks—he wants full-on, deep kisses where he can pull you close and remind you that you’re his. If you’re doing something, like, working or even hanging out with friends, he’ll try to drag you away, be like, “Hey, come hang out with me, stop ignoring me for two seconds.” He’s possessive, but in the cutest way, constantly needing your attention. If you even talk to another person for too long, he’ll give them side-eye and pull you back to him like, “You good? You’re not gonna leave me for some random guy, are you?” He’s also the type to cling to you in bed, hogging the covers and curling up like a human koala.

Dick Grayson Dick’s clingy energy is pure gold. He’s the most affectionate of the bunch and doesn’t shy away from public displays of love. He loves hugging you from behind, nuzzling into your neck, and just randomly planting kisses all over your face. He’ll text you “miss you <3” every few hours when you’re apart, and when you’re together? It’s all about touch. He’s sitting on your lap, or leaning on your shoulder, or pulling you into his chest just because he needs to be close to you. If you’re watching a movie, he’s definitely going to have his head in your lap, just to be as close to you as humanly possible. He gets giddy when he gets attention from you, too. You could be playing with his hair, and he’ll melt. He’ll whine like, “I’m not clingy, you’re clingy. But also, I love it. So don’t stop.” Honestly, Dick doesn’t care if he’s acting like a bit of a puppy—he’s obsessed with you, and he makes sure you know it.

Damian Wayne Damian’s clingy moments are hilariously dramatic. He might start out cold, acting like he doesn’t need anyone, but as soon as you show him any affection? He’s all in. He’ll randomly grab your hand and hold it like it’s the most important thing in the world. If you try to walk away from him for whatever reason, he’ll growl and pull you back in, like, “Where are you going? You’re staying right here.” He has this whole vibe of “I don’t need anyone else, just you”, so if you’re talking to someone else or looking away from him for too long, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and be like, “I don’t think you should be talking to them. They might steal you away from me.” In bed? He’s a hug monster, wrapping his arms around you like he’s never letting you go. He’s all about the intimacy, though—when it’s just the two of you, he’ll be soft and surprisingly vulnerable, making sure you know that he needs you more than he lets on.

Duke Thomas Duke is lowkey super clingy, but in the way that’s goofy and endearing. He loves to follow you around, like, just wherever you go, he’s tagging along. You’re going to the kitchen? He’s there. To grab something from the laundry room? He’s there. If you sit down, he’s sitting on the floor next to you, asking if you want to “cuddle and watch dumb shows together.” He’s always finding excuses to touch you—like, his hand will just casually rest on your knee or he’ll come up behind you and play with your hair. And if you don’t give him attention? He’ll pout, even if he’s trying to play it off, like, “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging.” He’s the type who’ll give you a silly smile, lean in for a kiss, and then pull you into a full-on hug like, “Don’t go. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s all about the hugs, especially after a long day. You’ll be just chilling, and suddenly he’s like, “Hug time, right? Let me get one.”

Bruce Wayne Now, Bruce is not the type to openly admit he’s clingy. He’s still the stoic, brooding billionaire who’s been through a lot, but when it’s just the two of you? He’s softer than anyone expects. He’ll always make sure you’re physically close—his hand on your lower back, your legs touching when you sit next to him, and if he’s standing near you, his hand will casually rest on your arm. When you’re working late or doing something serious, Bruce will occasionally pull you away for a few minutes just to kiss you or hold you close. He’s not great at asking for attention, but when he’s feeling clingy, he’ll show you through little gestures. You’ll find him just sitting beside you in silence, just content to be in your presence. He’s a man of few words, but when he’s clingy, it’s all about the touch—the way he holds your hand, how he presses his shoulder to yours, and how he’ll insist on driving you home or waiting up for you, just to make sure you’re safe.

[broosterradley]

3 Is Better Than 2 - Two for the Price of One | Hangster x Reader

Warnings: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader, swearing, pda, established relationship, poly relationship

WC: 1k

All Content is mine, do not post to other sites.

Bradley was perched on the stool at the bar, his eyes locked on you, and by default, on Jake. 

It wasn’t rare for the three of you to go out together, the judgy looks you’d sometimes receive not at all affecting any of you. Especially not Jake. 

Jake was a bit late, so you and Bradley had to wait for him outside, and he was already starting to feel a little handsy as he held your body against his on the deck. This was nowhere near your first time at the Hard Deck together, so the faithful patrons weren’t caught off guard when you all walked in together. It was kind of packed tonight with various soldiers, sailors and aviators, and it made it a bit hard to get around easily, but you managed to push your way through the crowd to order drinks.

After drinking at the bar together for a while, Jake led you towards the jukebox, and he put on some random song before his hands were all over you, and yours were all over him. 

And Bradley, who wasn’t really one for excessive PDA, had to watch. It usually worked that way, since Jake was all for PDA, and that allowed you to be able to indulge in it as well, but it still was a sight for Bradley to see. 

He wasn’t jealous of Jake, no not at all. You were with Bradley first for nearly two years before Jake joined in, so he knew he had nothing to be worried about. He just wished he was over the slight hint of annoyance he felt every time he saw the blond flaunt you in public. 

Natasha, who was sitting next to Bradley, got bored of the one sided conversation she was trying to have with him, and she huffed before nudging her friend’s side. “Hey, if you can’t keep your eyes off them, why don’t you go over and join them?”

Bradley shook his head, his voice low and rough as he sipped from his beer. “She’s having fun with him,” 

Nat rolled her eyes. “She could be having fun with the both of you if you weren’t so standoffish in public,” she grunted, standing up from the stool as she made eye contact with Fanboy from across the room. “You’re boring me, so I’m going to go play pool. You can come with, or you could go dance with your girl. Or, you know, sit by yourself all night.”

Bradley opened his mouth to reply but she was already halfway across the bar, and he just scoffed and looked back at you. 

Your back was turned to Jake, his hands squeezing your hips as he pressed his front up against you, and Bradley felt his body heat up as he barely paid any attention to the man and just focused on you. Your eyes were closed, your head tilted back and resting on Jake’s shoulder, and Bradley wanted to devour you. The way your body moved, the curve of your mouth, the crease in your brows and the roll of your hips had his jeans tightening a bit, and he quickly finished his beer and blindly set it down on the bar behind him. 

To people who didn’t know you, it looked like you were with Jake. And that was fine with Bradley, but he wanted them to know that you were also with him.

For once, he was going to listen to his friend’s advice. 

Bradley stood up and made his way across the bar, his eyes only on you. He could feel Jake’s gaze as he got closer and closer, but he didn’t even acknowledge him before he reached out. His hands settled on your hips above Jake’s, and you barely had your eyes open in surprise before he was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. 

The way you instantly started to kiss him back made him moan against your mouth, and your hands left Jake’s as you reached up to tangle your hands in his hair. “Bradley,” you gasped against his lips, pulling away from him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” You asked quietly, sensing the tension in his body as you gazed up at him. 

God, he fucking loved you. He knew you were asking that because he usually keeps to himself in public and lets Jake take the lead with you, and he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of here because you were so sweet. “‘Course I’m okay,” he murmured, tightening his hold on you as Jake lifted his hand and pulled your hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck to Bradley’s dark eyes. “I’m with you.”

Jake smirked as he leaned down to kiss along your neck, knowing how protective and sometimes possessive Bradley is over you. He was getting better about it, knowing that you loved both of them equally, but he was still tense sometimes when he had to watch you with the other man. That just naturally came with having you all to himself before Jake got involved. 

“Okay,” you murmur, biting down on your lip as you tilt your head to the side to let Jake’s lips trail all over your skin. “Do you want to go somewhere?” You quietly offer, aware of his usual discomfort for PDA. 

Bradley shook his head. “No,” he muttered, meeting Jake’s eyes briefly when he pulled back from your neck. “I’m good right here.” 

He leaned in and kissed you again after that, his hands sliding up your sides as you deepened the kiss. Jake’s smirk grew as he watched the two of you, his own hands massaging your shoulders. 

You part your lips with a quiet moan as you pull Bradley closer while also pressing yourself against Jake. His tongue tangles with yours, a heated makeout quickly escalating as Jake leans down to kiss along your neck.

Another moan leaves your lips as you move your body gently between the two men, and Bradley was sure you could feel his cock straining through his jeans. He wanted you so badly, he would never get enough. 

Bradley pulled away, both yours and his lips wet and puffy. “Maybe we should go somewhere,” he grunted and you looked up at him with wide, excited eyes before glancing back up at Jake. 

“What do you say, Bradshaw?” Jake smirked as he trailed his hands down the front of your body, emitting a low growl from Bradley. “My truck or yours?”

[cat3ch1sm]

you've made a lot of fics about killua, but never a general relationship headcanon? 🌸 could I request that?

By the way, I love the way you write the characters, it always feels pretty Canon and I enjoy reading your works a whole lot <33

🌱~ messages like this always make my day💚 than you so much!! im so happy you enjoy my works <33 more are on the way! ilysm 🫶🏾🫶🏾

these are way longer than i thought they were gonna be wow😭😭 turn out i have a whole bunch of killua relationship hcs in my brain and you seem to have broken the dam😭 i hope you like them lmaoo

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

°˖ ⊹ ꒰🌱꒱ ♡ definitely don’t expect killua to be the sappy, super overly affectionate type. he will either call you a dumbass or stupid or some other insult. but when you protest he’ll just be like “whatt? i meant it in a nice way.”

killua is not a pda guy. the most he’ll do in public is hold your hand and even that’s a coin toss. he isn’t that fond of things like that anyway, but mostly he’s just worried that if an enemy of his sees you with him that they’ll target you in order to hurt killua. he’ll never admit that, though.

in private it is a different story. he lets you play with his hair and likes to lay with his head in your lap. once he fell asleep like that and woke up so embarrassed even though you told him over and over that it was fine and you thought it was cute, which just made it worse. it’s rare he’s the one initiating physical affection, but it does happen. it’s slightly awkward when you first start dating though, since obviously that’s a new concept to killua. i can definitely imagine him doing that yawn and stretch move when you’re watching a movie or something, but when you reciprocate his affection killua gets all flustered.

killua has legitimately no idea what to do in a romantic relationship. hell, he doesn’t know what a good family relationship should even look like, and he never made a friend until he was like 12, so healthy relationships are a foreign concept. he will be absolutely flabbergasted when you buy him gifts every once in a while just to make him happy, and he’s shocked when you buy him chocolate robots for Valentine’s Day, and he is beyond confused when you give him compliments or tell him that you love him.

killua always admonishes you when you buy him stuff. whenever you bring him something he’ll just stare at it and scoff. “why do you even bother buying me stuff? i’m rich enough to buy your whole family and more, so why do you even bother getting me stuff like this?”

he always takes it anyway so don’t even mind him. killua has a specific place where he keeps your gifts. when he’s away from home he keeps them on him in a knapsack or wherever he’s staying at the time, but when he’s at the zoldyck mansion, killua locks everything away in a box safely hidden and always keeps the key on him so his family can’t get to it.

speaking of his family. you are definitely out of your mind if you think killua is willingly taking you to meet them. absolutely not in a million years. if ever killua does need to go back to his home for something, usually to check on alluka, you are staying wherever you are until he gets back. he will also ask gon to keep an eye on you if gon happens to be traveling with you. killua would rather his family just not know about you at all lest the zoldycks do the same to you as they sometimes do with alluka- capture you, and then hold you over killua’s head and threaten you whenever they want him to do something.

okay enough with the angsty stuff and back to how literally clueless killua is about dating. when gon who is the rizz god for some fucking reason informs him that he needs to take you out on dates, killua is blindsided. at first he just takes you places he likes to go, like the skate park or heavens arena to watch fights, but gon pulls him aside again at some point and says that he needs to take you places that you enjoy. which is something that killua is kind of stubborn about at first, but he does actually want to make you happy, so he obliges.

there’s this post on like twitter or something where this guy is talking about how since spending time with his gf she has him watching stupid shit he would never watch like twilight or grey’s anatomy. that is basically what happens with killua. he’s doing stuff with you that he never thought he would do in a million years and enjoying it for whatever reason. don’t tell anyone though because he gets so embarrassed

one of the things he found out that he likes is wearing eyeliner. you made sone offhanded comment about it and that his eyes look like a cat’s and suddenly you were doing eyeliner for him. it took a lot of convincing, but when killua sees how good it looks on him, he’s asking you to do it for him every day. eventually you teach him how to do it himself as well

killua winds up going to gon a lot for relationship advice. what does he do when you’re sad? go to gon. what should he do for your birthday? ask gon! should he get you new shoes or a new jacket? what do you think, gon?

killua rarely lets you pay for stuff. he’s rich so he doesn’t see why he should

whenever you’re on your phone or reading a book or something, killua will randomly appear behind you and put his head on your shoulder and just watch what you’re doing in silence. but if he sees you’re doing something like online shopping, just scrolling through items, killua will tap the screen whenever he sees something he likes for you. he especially likes to pick out your clothes, and he’s actually good at it. unlike the going out on dates thing, he picks out what he thinks you will like and what looks good on you. honestly killua was the only character who actually changed clothes every day in the show so he’s good with fashion lmao. most of the time he’ll buy the item for you too

killua also doesn’t mind too much if you steal his clothes, like his hoodies or hats. he might not let you take the newer stuff, but he doesn’t mind letting you parade around in his clothes. on the flip side he will also steal some of yours.

killua is very much that bf who claims “im not hungry” but then proceeds to steal half your food. so you’ve learned that whenever he says that to order twice the food

around people he knows, mainly people he doesn’t like, killua likes to show you off- but in a subtler way. like he might casually hold your hand just to show everyone “yeah, i have a partner. no big deal haha”

you literally never have to worry about killua cheating on you. he is fiercely loyal. he’s not one of those bfs that, when approached by another girl or guy, is like “oh, im sorry, but i have a partner.” nah he’s sprinting full speed in the opposite direction of whoever’s trying to approach him. either that or he’s just super rude to anyone who asks for his number or is romantically interested in him.

*cue random mf who wants him* “hi! i thought you seemed really cool and i wanted to know if-“

“nah i got a partner”

“well i just was wondering-“

“fuck out my face im dating someone”

“just-“

“hell nah”

in addition to that, killua is very much the jealous type. if you haven’t watched the phantom rouge movie go watch it rn and tell me killua isn’t jealous. anyone else who makes you smile or laugh or makes the mistake of touching you, killua instantly hates. he always makes sure to be there whenever you’re around that person. situations like that are an exception to his PDA rule- he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder or waist if he’s feeling really protective, or hold your hand. he doesn’t get jealous about gon, though- all three of you are friends and he knows for sure gon wouldn’t try anything on you in a million years.

killua may or may not go a little overboard with his jealousy at times, though. he might mistake a simple interaction for someone trying to get with you

“yo, y/n- why was that guy talking to you?”

“*long sigh* killua. how else was he going to take my order?”

killua is on the protective side and doesn’t really like for you to be out without him or gon. if you aren’t back within a certain timeframe he’ll start spamming your phone with texts and calls to make sure you’re okay.

from: killua @ 10:56 pm

“yo”

“yo”

“y/n”

“yo”

“you good”

“heLLOOOO”

“you’re supposed to answer me im your boyfriend”

“why do you hate me”

“are u alive”

“are u alive”

“come back”

“pls”

“where u at”

“it’s almost 11”

“if ur dead im going to kill u”

“ANSWER BRO”

from: y/n @ 10:57

“HOW DID YOU SEND SIXTEEN FUCKING MESSAGES IN THE SPAN OF ONE MINUTE”

from: killua @ 10:57

“:3”

[heartsforvin]

DATING VINNIE HACKER

hcs about what i think it’d be like to date vin <3

warnings; slight mentions of sex, boner mention, mention of wanting to have kids, i think that’s all but as always, lmk if i missed anything (:

since vinnie is so well known you two decided to keep your relationship private, but not a secret. fans know he’s no longer single, they just don’t know who he’s dating.

the two of you will post pictures together, but not of faces, just like hands or the back of each others heads , kinda like if you were to soft launch the relationship without actually doing so.

the roommates LOVE you, as you with them. sometimes you love them more than vinnie.

he was so nervous to have you meet his parents and brother, but the minute you stepped in the door you were already engulfed in hugs by all three family members.

when vinnie would skate regularly, he’d take you with to skate with him / teach you how.

sometimes he’ll take you on trips, like if he has events to go to out of the country, he’ll take you with.

since it’s just the two of you in the hotel rooms, you know his horny ass will be fucking you all night.

when you can’t attend the events with him and both of you really miss each other, phone sex is suddenly your guys’ best friend.

sometimes when you’re over at his house and he’s streaming, you’ll accidentally start talking, forgetting that he’s streaming, and the chat will go crazy, asking vinnie who is in his room.

on days where neither of you are busy, the two of you will have a movie day, cuddling each other (hera joins you guys too ofc).

this man has the BIGGEST heart ever, so on holidays such as valentine’s day, he’ll go all out and plan a very cute date for the two of you, giving you the most cute gifts as well.

when you guys go back to seattle together he’ll take you around the city and show you all his favorite places he’d go to when he was in high school.

sometimes you’ll watch him and jett work on the cars in the garage and you can’t help but think of how hot your boyfriend looks while doing so.

vinnie knows you absolutely LOVE his long hair, so when he got it cut a little shorter than usual for the first time while being with you, he was so scared you wouldn’t find him attractive anymore.

“baby, you look so hot.” you’d say to him as you run your hand through his hair. the poor boy blushes so hard his cheeks are bright red.

he also knows how much you love his facial hair, sometimes he’ll shave it just to piss you off.

“vin! why’d you do that, you look so good with it!” you’d whine once you see that it’s no longer there.

when he leaves it for a few days you’ll get so excited, wondering when he’ll shave (you secretly wish it won’t be for awhile).

sometimes you’ll get him all riled up by whispering in his ear while with his friends and say, “better keep that for awhile, i love the way it feels when you’re in between my thighs.”

the poor boy will flush bright red and have to make an excuse to use the bathroom to get rid of his boner.

vinnie is for sure just a bit jealous. when out in public together you guys tend to keep the PDA to a minimum, but when he sees a guy that keeps checking you out, he’ll pull you in by the waist and kiss you, making the guy scoff and walk away.

same with you, you know girls are swooning for the boy, so when you hear a girl try to flirt with him, you’ll wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him.

one day vinnie had walked into his room and saw you cradling hera in your arms, kissing her head and the minute he saw that — instant baby fever.

“let’s make a baby.” he whispered in your ear, you just laughed.

“we’re too young for a baby right now, vin.”

“so you’re saying we can in the future?” his eyes lit up so bright you couldn’t help but smile. you told him maybe.

you would admit that he would make a great dad, he’s already an amazing cat dad to hera.

when your guys’ anniversary comes around he goes all out, getting reservations at your favorite restaurant, taking you out stargazing after, and just putting so much effort into it.

you’ll wear his tshirts so often they basically become yours, but vinnie doesn’t mind, he absolutely loves seeing you in them.

when the newest purgatory drops release, he’s sure to get you free merch for being his girl, and you love him for that.

besides all the sex jokes and him basically having a dirty mind 90% of the time, he’s the most caring and sweet boy ever, you can’t believe you get to call him yours.

he can’t believe he gets to call you his girl either, the two of you are so grateful for each other

first hc post i hope you liked it !! i got a little carried away LOL but as always, requests are open !! <3

[grimesgirll]

rick has to be the most possessive man you know.

you love him, but you also love daryl.

so that complicates things. it confuses you even more the number of times both of the men managed to have you bent over between them. being as jealous as rick is, it’s hard to believe that he could even think to share you. daryl’s his brother however, and you’re an individual, you can make your own decisions, rick guesses.

he can’t fault you for your obsession with his best friend. daryl’s a moral man, a provider, good looking enough that you can’t help but run your hands through his hair every chance you get. sometimes it takes rick some deep breaths and a moment of grounding to contain his jealousy. he loves you too much to not see red every time you’re swooning for someone who isn’t him. he even loves daryl but he can’t help it, not when it’s you.

so rick will never stand between you and daryl, not when you show no signs of ever dropping your infatuation with either man, especially not the sheriff. everyday when he comes home and plops down on the sofa after a day of his enduring constable’s duties, you’re on top of him in his lap. you don’t even have to be horny to make yourself at home with your head against his chest.

adoring his deep blue eyes, you straddle him every opportunity you get for the time to lock eyes, hands on his shoulders and his on your hips as you talk about your days. after a long day out in the community, it doesn’t take long for rick’s dick to tent in his jeans and you to feel a pressure against your clothed slit.

it isn’t uncommon for daryl or rick to come home and find you curled up with the other on the sofa. so rick has to endure the empathy exercise that is not dragging you from the sofa, tossing you over his shoulder and retiring to the bedroom for the night.

plush lips parted with only your breath coming through, you just melt into them whenever you have the opportunity. one look and you’re a puddle.

how can he not be jealous when you’re this fucking sweet?

he tries to extend daryl the same courtesy of enjoying you without the drama but rick is still getting used to the dynamic - more than the group is at this point.

the three of you were an unusual case but the group had gotten used to it after long enough. it only took a few weeks for them not to take a second glance at rick’s hands on your waist or how daryl’s crossbow could almost always be found somewhere around your sleeping situation.

that’s why it’s not awkward when carl knocks on the door in the mornings to hand judith off to his father and you and daryl are snoozing away in the background. you do your best to keep the pda to a minimum but the neighborhood doesn’t mind, so rick often doesn’t.

you think back to gabriel's church in georgia; you'd been hiding with the members of your group that had stayed while the others went out to do in the cannibals once and for all. your plan had went off without a hitch but that didn't mean that the event hadn't shaken you to the core.

one of the savages whose name you couldn't be bothered to remember had graphically described how specifically delicious your parts would be.

rick slashed his throat.

the entire series of events had rick on edge but even after the bloodbath, rick couldn’t stand to have you out of his sight.

“what’re you doin’ all the way over here?”

you tensed up.

“rick, i-,”

“why the fuck were you wandering off?”

you paused, recognizing the ire in rick’s voice when you hear it. you almost wanted to say nothing to avoid what you know will be a fight regardless but you know you’ll be accused of not speaking up.

“i didn’t mean to. i was stretching my legs. i’ll stay closer.”

“yeah, you will.”

the group’s known about how rick feels for you for a while.

it’s why you’re wrapped up in rick’s arms while you watch your newly assimilated group and the alexandrians trying their hands at the compound bows hanging around the makeshift archery range.

daryl’s leaving everyone in the dust of course.

“show off,” you whisper to rick who snickers in agreement.

this is nice; quaint and tranquil, just like the suburbs out to be. you never imagined ending up essentially married with two husbands and two children, shacked up in a gated community in a nearly million dollar house with the dead being a greater issue than a mortgage or getting the kids into college but you’re content with it.

you’d rather watch as daryl does trick shots - going as far to pull out the old splitting the arrow in half trick, which you almost whistle at. are they going to put an apple on the windmill next? you chuckle at the thought.

“when are you going up?” maggie calling your name snaps you out of your musings about daryl.

you scoff at her playfully. “you know i’m a bad shot, maggie.”

the redhead shrugs. “don’t think you’re as bad as you say you are. c’mon, even the kids are trying it.”

she’s not wrong - even sam is picking up a bow and giving it a try with some encouraging from ron.

“sure,” accepting the challenge, you untwist yourself from rick; not before indulging in one last full lipped kiss, a “good luck” on rick’s lips as you head to the picnic table to gear up.

you select a familiar looking compound bow and join daryl at the shooting line. he frowns when he catches sight of your arm.

“wait, baby, you’re not even wearin’ your armband right.”

you shrug. “it’s been a while.”

he’s in you; fixing the nearly sideways arm shield. muttering about you never taking safety too seriously. you’d beg to differ but you’re too bewitched by his striking blue eyes up close. the man slides the band in place before dropping his hand back to your rear, letting a hand fall down your cargos as he gently shoves you towards the cylinder full of arrows at the spray painted shooting line.

the delight is all over your face when you knock your arrow with no notes from the bowman observing your practice.

archery isn’t your strong suit but you’d come into contact with it at summer camps in your youth and in gym class. your form is fantastic - or at least it always starts that way. the arrow that flies flies flawlessly and suddenly you’re beaming at the cheers once you notice your arrow a mere inch from where a bullseye should be.

maggie’s awestruck face and rick’s grin are enough for you to start knocking another arrow, sending daryl a cocky look.

the problems start when you reload and tilt your bow upright. you’re drawing your arrow back like your boyfriend showed you all of those times before, but something makes the auburn haired man stop and correct your form, saying, “here,” softly and moving your left arm long.

he steadies a hand on your hip as he helps to steady your aim. despite being momentarily tucked in daryl’s steel embrace, you feel eyes boring into it.

rick is striding over, not caring about glenn approaching the other end of the shooting line to give it a go or even your almost perfect bullseye.

“i think you would’ve gotten that one is daryl would’ve given you some space.”

an eye roll is sneaking out of daryl and rick still has his arms crossed. you shake your head to signify that it’s all a misunderstanding. “rick, i’m shit at archery because i’m shit at archery - not because daryl has his hands on me.”

rick grunts. “that’s not what i saw.”

you smile sweetly at the constable. “he’s just helping me learn to shoot, babe.”

“yeah, let her learn. might come a day when we’re out of bullets,” daryl backs you up, citing an obvious concern now that scavenging was growing riskier and riskier.

“might come a day when you stop drooling over every touch.” rick jabs.

an eyebrow shoots up. “you don’t seem to have a problem with me drooling over you.” you counter. “just wait until later. you’ll be changing your tune about all of this,” you gesture to daryl.

rick’s eyes are alight with something stronger than irritation, more personal than just being annoyed. he looks like he almost wants to bend you over his lap and you’re sure he’s about to say something just as embarrassing until a voice interrupts his thought before it comes out.

you and daryl seize your getaway when rick is summoned up onto deanna’s porch to try some of her famous peanut butter buckeyes. “proudly from ohio,” she’d proclaimed of the recipe.

midwestern sweets are the perfect cover for you and your archer to stowaway in the barn, somewhere it would take rick a long time to look. daryl has you next to him on a hay bale in an empty horse stall before you can even count how many horses are actually around. not that it matters with the stall dividers giving you more than enough cover.

the finger screwing you open has you screaming your face with pleasure. this is what you’d been wanting rick to do at the archery range. you would’ve done whatever he said for him to whisk you away and take care of that specific need right there and then.

“real quick? just to hold you over until later?” he’s massaging your worked up insides like he’s aware of every tension that’s been brewing in you all day long.

“dare’,” your ability to keep it together is slipping.

“you want me to fill you up with a finger now, baby?” daryl toys, middle finger joining his pointer in your pulsing cunt.

you say everything but no when daryl embarks between your thighs.

deanna’s buckeyes were delicious.

not as great as his mom’s peach cobbler but enough of a sign that this place is where the group should lay down there roots. where you three should put down your roots.

rick doesn’t want to be the overbearing boyfriend, not when you and daryl are on the other end of it. the idea of sharing you is still just so foreign. in bed, it mostly goes off without a hitch but during the daytime is another story.

jealousy manifests in all kinds of inappropriate ways - like spoiling your moment with daryl after you shot so well, rusty as you were not having picked up a bow in god knows how long. rick wants to apologize. the thought’s on his mind but the way his body moves, searching for you and his friend, he’s more of a predator than a man. moved almost as if by the primal need to be close to you. to know where you are.

so when he finally finds and daryl in the stable, he thinks his head might explode.

“the fuck are you two doin’ in this stall?”

your climax is put on pause as daryl freezes his tongue over your clit. despite your frivolous wrenching of his auburn waves, your efforts to at least enjoy a release before rick starts on his lecture prove to be futile. daryl’s not just abandoning ship but pulling up your underwear.

“and the fuck are you whimperin’ about?”

you stop; a deer in the headlights. “what?” you mumble through swollen lips.

“move the fuck over, daryl,” before you know it, rick is doing the unexpected and taking your lover’s spot sucking your clit.

rick doesn’t give you anytime at all to mentally or physically adjust to him just jumping in and slurping you up.

the lack of warning has you coming on his tongue and daryl’s eyes widening. none of you can be surprised by the fact that rick isn’t stopping. you’re fine with that; you can’t face his “i told you so” looks right now anyways.

rick rarely gets to eat you out as often as he wants to. usually it’s daryl torturing your sensitive cunt without abandon. the scene before you: rick, with a tongue treating you like the last popsicle in the hell, tongue fucking you even as you grip as his hair.

“rick,” you say starry eyed.

“he’s busy, baby,” daryl explains and settles into the spot next to you against the hay bale.

“rick, rick!” you’re stirring up straw around you as rick adds a finger to his artful invasion of your pussy. the tongue isn’t enough, no, he needs to penetrate you with a finger as well. it doesn’t matter that his nose is shiny with your slick or that you’re begging for a break. you’re gonna overload all over his face like the good little slut he knows you are for him.

at least that’s what he tells you after he holds you down and tag teams you with daryl to incur a whirlwind of pleasure from your sensitive pebbled flesh to your slippery entrance. your kicking legs don’t phase him, much less than tsunami of pleasure that washes over you and coats his mouth.

the intense breakdown from inside your core has your mind completely wiped. you’re so fucked out, you’re begging for rick to do the dirtiest things to you on this hay strewn floor.

“you need me to smack your pussy baby?”

“yes, rick!”

the light sting that flushes your cunt has you gasping into daryl’s mouth when he leans over to lock puffy lips with you. another swat or two is more than enough to have you even wetter than you were when rick interrupted you and daryl. the stretch you’re expecting comes more as a squelch for the first few inches.

rick has gotten used to you over time but as daryl props you up on his lap, you grit your teeth. the older man is hitting that marianna trench deep angle with his horsecock fitting for the stable that’s on the verge of battering your cervix.

kudos to daryl, you think. how supportive of your fucking antics. you know why that is.

daryl will let rick go as far as he does because he knows it’ll end up with the three of you right here. right on top of each other, gliding into position wordlessly. the tent in his pants has been freed and by the way he’s palming himself, you can tell he’s not saving that thing for your mouth.

the massive cock splitting you up and imprinting some kind of shape, begins to pulse. you’re ready to come all over him when you feel an intrusion at your sopping hole.

“what the-,”

“relax, it’s a finger.”

“you’re cutting in here already?”

daryl raises an eyebrow at his brother. “you’re tellin’ me that you don’t wanna double stuff her?”

you clench around rick at the younger man’s words.

rick laughs, wrapping his arms around you before starting to roll over, “well, when you put it that way.”

and he sends his tongue down your throat as soon as the second dexterous finger struggles inside of you. the pressure ebbs and flows from pain to pleasure. regardless, the pain is dull enough that the hold rick’s maintaining on your sides is enough to distract you.

you’re draped on top of rick, snug against him but he still starts to run his cocky mouth.

“i thought the bigger dude’s supposed to be on top. isn’t that what that magazine you guys found said?”

daryl raises a tawny eyebrow, not bothering to slow the pace of his fingers. “you’re really gonna brag about your dick right now?”

rick pistons his hips upwards, squeezing a cry out of you and proving his point.

“you’re an asshole,” you’re muttering as you endure another pointed thrust.

rick gets his recompense when daryl finally feeds his own impressive cock, centimeter by centimeter at first - eyeballing it and checking in on you and rick as you both start to squirm.

daryl’s struggling to not give it one heroic thrust and dive balls deep but he knows that would probably tear you in two. theres no way you can handle anything other than slow right now. rick is the same with a matching flustered expression. he accepts your hand when you grasp his much larger palm in yours.

the once cocky constable is now absolutely being shut up by your all encompassing, air tight walls and daryl’s cock edging you two as he edges further inside of you.

daryl’s fingers were pipe cleaners in comparison to his meaty cock cramming into you as if you weren’t meant for only one. it doesn’t matter though. no one would hear you complaining. this isn’t the first one they’ve stretched you on both of their cocks and it won’t be the last - not if you have anything to do with it.

once the man above you is a bit more firmly entrapped in your tight warmth, you start to move your hips back. rick is smirking beneath you when daryl warns you with a spank not to squirm too much - not if you want both of them to come in you. the conditions have you settling your hips and clinging onto rick, stilling with the close contact as daryl sandwiches you into him.

rick has no reason to complain, not with the sunlight coming through just the right panes of the barn’s skylights and painting your face and your hair a delicious shade of golden hour. daryl’s disposition is made only more chiseled and picturesque with the waning daylight.

neither of them are lasting long with the way the day’s gone.

you don’t make it a piece of cake holding on regardless. wound up since rick first pulled you into his arms back at the range, you have no patience for the men overfilling your walls. your hips can’t wait to thrash and jerk just like daryl’s. the archer is rasping in your ear to calm down but with the blush bringing, brain fogging pressure that two cocks in your entrance brings, you barely listen.

your constable comes first of course. he’s the one that sets off the real showstopper of a release that wrings a cry so loud out of you that one of the horses sighs in the background.

the warmth of his come fills you from his position buried deep in your pussy. it’s slipping out of you with each erratic propel of daryl into you, fucking the two of you straight through your orgasms.

come floods from your womb and out of your entrance, spilling down your thighs once daryl finally pulls out. he whistles and gestures for rick to check it out but the man is too worn out to look between your sticky thighs. instead, you’re flush against his chest and he’s calling daryl down with the two of you.

tangled together in the hay, you can’t think of a better way to spend this idyllic day.

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Hi, could you do a Charlie Morningstar x GN Reader Platonic/ Romantic(sprinkle NSFW) either fic or headcanon? She's my fave aside from Alastor.~ I love her so much as Verbalese paid 50k! (jk)

Sweet As Candy

Charlie Morningstar x GN!Reader

TW: NSFW SPRINKLED IN HERE- MINORS GO AWAY PLEASE!!!

A/N:I have deprived my followers of Charlie content for too long. I am sorry. ALSO I WENT A LIL HEAVY ON THE NSFW PART IM SO SORRY FRIEND! I can talk about Charlie all day, I love her so much.

-👑 You both start off as good friends, you knew her for so long that you just kinda know the best ways to wrangle her in when she gets too excited.

-👑 This girl trusts and loves you so much like even before you both start dating? You say something or give her your honest opinion even though it might hurt her feelings? She gladly listens and thanks you for your input. 

-👑 Oh boy when she realizes she has feelings for you? She’s stuck in a little funk, because you're her best friend in all of hell and now she has feelings for you? What if you reject her? What if you hate her? It takes some divine intervention from Lucifer for her to not constantly break down from overthinking everything. 

-👑 Now this goes without saying, Lucifer? Adores you. You're Charlie's best friend (and crush), but if you hurt her he will kill you. No if ands or buts. Charlie tells him not to threaten you, she doesn’t want him to freak you out.

-👑 Once she realizes you feel the same? OH BOY- She’s a happy camper and just hugs you before immediately pulling away asking if you’re sure because dating THE princess of hell can put a target on your back easily. Once you say you are very much sure you want her and only her? She tears up and starts crying, it’s not sad tears but happy ones! She is just like her father and when she gets super emotional it ends up in tears.

-👑 Omg Kisses abound, like if you don’t like showing a lot of PDA? She kisses your cheek but she actually kisses you in private! But if you don’t mind the kisses? She’s giving you a bazillion before night time. She can’t help it! You’re just too darn cute!

-👑 I have a hunch she loves taking photos of you- Like some? You’re not even paying attention to the camera or you’re just busy with something else, she has a folder in her phone with pictures upon pictures of you. She’s a simp. (The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.)

-👑 Also a huge cuddler, just standing somewhere with her? She’s moving behind you to hold you, arms wrapped around your waist as she leans against you. She’s tall asf she has the privilege of doing so. Sitting on her lap? She’s got you locked in and she’s not letting you go anytime soon? She may look weak but this girl is strong asf.

-👑Sleep headcanon rq? She snores but it’s so soft you can’t hear it unless you’re super close to her. Also moves alot, like her legs twitch and she tends to not be comfortable enough so when she is? She starfishes out on the bed so you have to either lay on top of her or get used to waking up with an arm on your face/neck.

-👑 PETNAMES GALORE!! Calls you so many names: Baby, babe, sweetheart, lovebug, the list goes on and on.

ONTO THE NSFW!! WATCH OUT!

-👑 Service top most of the time, only really cares about your own pleasure than her own. But when she’s riled up or showing her true form (*cough* in the show *cough*) she’s very much the dominant one. 

-👑 Most definitely talked to you about this before because she loves and cares for you but has a safeword for both of you, such as the red, yellow and green light or something easy enough both of you can say.

-👑 She loves it when you use her horns as something to grab onto but don’t be too rough as they are sensitive. Other than that? Grab them horns and pull her head around, she loves it. 

-👑 In my mind she hates being degraded but if you want her to degrade you or just talk dirty? Give her a moment to shake the flush off her cheeks then she’ll call you all types of names. 

-👑 Whatever equipment you have down there? Doesn’t matter to her, she loves you and will peg the shit out of you. 

-👑 If you do get to pleasure her? It doesn’t take long until she goes into subspace and starts crying from the pleasure. Check up on her every now and then please, cause she’d be too lost in the pleasure to voice something if it crosses a line for her.

-👑 AFTERCARE QUEEN RIGHT HERE!! She’ll pick you up and take you to her bathroom. Want bathbombs? You got it baby. Want to do face masks as well? Of course!

-👑 Will definitely wash your hair and clean any marks she left on you. Please return the favor and wash her hair too, she’s just a simple girl who wants love.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

what it's like to fuck re4 leon (angsty)

pairing: leon/reader

cw: ANGST, smut, rough sex, mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of death, low self-esteem

summary: i wanted to write headcanons/a similar post to the vendetta!leon post and give my 'realistic'/pessimistic take on re4 leon's sex life, (as opposed to the cute/sexy idealistic version), but i let my mind off it's leash and went full-blown depressing

wc: 977

Leon’s a certified cynic and doesn’t do much to hide it. If you found him out somewhere, maybe a bar - a place he’d one day frequent, he’d seem unapproachable. Not only due to his obvious physical attractiveness, but also to his disinterested expression, which wasn’t directed at anything or anyone in particular. He probably got dragged out of his house by friends who were chatting and laughing, or had already gone home with someone else, so he was just biding time until he’d decide to call a cab home. 

If you struck up a conversation with him, he’d smile politely because behind it all, he’s still kind. The stoic facade is just a new manifestation of depression because he’s not allowed to cry or rot away in bed. That’s not what a good government agent does. He’s charming when you finally get him to open up a bit. He compliments you, sincerely, despite the awkward manner in which the words fall out of his mouth. 

As the night drags on you can’t stop yourself from thinking about how badly you want to take him home or vice versa. You’re hoping he’ll kiss you, but he’s not into PDA, so he won’t, in a crowded bar. But, when you’re standing outside about to call a cab, you think he’s going to offer you his jacket because it’s cold during the winter in D.C., but when he wraps one arm around you, his other hand lifts your chin, so he can kiss you. Soon, that same hand is cradling the back of your head, so you don’t hit your head on the brick wall behind you when you’re pressed up against it. The kiss is hot. It’s not all tongue-and-teeth sloppy, but it’s far from chaste, especially once he has one of your legs wrapped around one of his hips. 

Eventually, he’s holding you up entirely and it takes no energy for him, you can tell by his arms. Still, you can feel his biceps flex under your touch, and you can’t help but think about the possibility of reaching down and feeling a similar firm sensation at the front of his jeans. 

If you’re lucky, if he’s too drunk and can’t walk without stumbling, thus incapable of any sort of wild sex, or if he’s too sober and still has a grasp on the consequences of getting caught with his pants down in public, he might take you home. The sex wouldn’t be rough - unless you ask for it - because he doesn’t know you like that and would never want to cross a boundary. He understands what those are. If you asked for it hard, he’d happily grant that wish because he’s constantly pent up with frustration and has very few outlets to get his emotions out. It’s not like he can talk this shit out, so sex is a cheap bandaid solution, but it feels better than nothing. He’d like it from behind - he wouldn’t want to see your face, but not because he doesn’t think you’re beautiful. He does. But sometimes pleasure looks like pain and he hates to watch people cry even no matter the circumstance. 

On the other hand, he’s quite the masochist. He wants to get his hair pulled while he’s on his knees with his face shoved between your legs. His perfect, precious hair that he fought so hard to keep, but this is the only time it’s not for show. It’s useful when it comes to sex, it’s another vulnerability, one that he allows himself to have. He likes scratches down his back, too, ones that cover up old scars like a new paint job. In the shower the next morning, he doesn’t have to relive every knife and bullet that’s ever grazed his skin. Nails down his back or his chest let him link pain to pleasure, he only deserves the former in his opinion, though, the second is just collateral. 

Sex is just a chase to death, really, Leon thinks. It’s the kind he’s man enough to suffer. The ten seconds of oblivion are so good, especially since he doesn’t have to think anymore. He can’t off himself just yet, so it’s the best he can do. The only other options are morphine, lobotomy and a bullet to the head, or at least, that’s what he thinks. He’d never say it out loud, though. 

When he fucks you, he doesn’t have to think. It’s the same adrenaline rush he feels when he’s in fight or flight mode. It’s like killing, you feel the guilt later. It’s not the same as fighting bioterrorism, though, since the government’s the one that’s screwing him in that situation. The animalistic, carnal side of him doesn’t take over his mind when he kills. He’s not voracious like that, there’s nothing thrilling. Because no matter how hard he’s thrusting into you, even if the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix everytime and his iron grip on you leaves bruises, he’s a good man inside. 

If you don’t want it hard and fast, you’ll get it slow and deep and methodical. It’s a memorized routine, he’s just running on instinct, but he’s not bored. It’s more like watching the same TV show over and over, it was good the first time and it’s comfortable, so you keep cycling through the same episodes. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. 

Leon feels guilty when he gets his dick sucked, so you’d have to coax him into it. If you really want to spoil him, though, you’d have to ask him not to pull out when he’s right on the edge. He doesn’t even think he has a breeding kink, but it’s like you’ve put malware in his brain and just fucked up the code, he can’t help the fact that he blows his load inside you. He’ll buy you Plan B tomorrow and leave it on the counter alongside a sticky note with an apology on it, short and sincere.  

Leon will let you stay the night, let you snuggle up to him while he tries to reciprocate the same gentleness, and he’ll make you coffee in the morning. He won’t plan on romancing you, though. It’s not out of any malice. It’s just that he doesn’t quite believe in love, or at least, he doesn’t believe it’s for him. The government controls his life and he’s learned to submit - they haven’t sent any women to court him yet, so he’s convinced they’d never let him have a girlfriend.

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hey, love ur writings, can i have one where the reader is meeting peter’s family and she starts drinking and gets a little tipsy. reader isn’t a big fan of pda, but starts kissing peter and showing him affection in front of his family, making him blush and everything

*cleaning out my inbox.*

Normally, you’re good. Especially when around Peter’s family but his aunt poured the community punch a little too heavy handed and now you can’t stop thinking about how cute he looks. 

“Kiss.” Not an ask. A demand. It surprises him for a second, briefly pausing from his conversation with a family friend before giving a peck. It does just enough to allow him to finish, even building the strength to walk away and entertain yourself. 

Until your boyfriend was all alone, then, you’re wrapped around his side and dotting kisses anywhere they’ll hit. “What’s with the attack?” He’s not complaining, not one bit. But he is looking around to see if anyone else is watching him get loved on. 

“Kiss me!” He can’t when you’re busy doing it for him, he fights your hold to have you stand in front of him. Your arms loop around his neck, you’re kissing him in a second and in Peter’s opinion, it’s not PG. He draws the line at tongue, he can’t have May knowing he does those things. Or confirming that he does those things. 

“No, no, no.” A gentle ease, you follow his face, a kiss to his chin. “Peter, c’mon, kiss me. Just one more.” You pucker up, he’s not going to leave you hanging, but untangling your hands from his body and holding them steady let you know he was controlling this one. 

It’s a measly peck. It’s basically nothing. 

“No, a real one.” Peter dodges your kiss, you gasp and step away. “Fine. I was just trying to foreplay tonight, but no, now you’re getting nothing.” 

Peter pulls you back in, you still can’t get your hands back. “You’re trying to make a baby at my distant cousin’s birthday.” 

“I just wanna kiss you, I promise.” Peter’s staring you down, he knows that’s not all there is. He blames his aunt, a blush spreads when she appears and nudges his shoulder. “Don’t worry, we already got a kick out of it.” 

A group of women in their sixties cheer from the deck, you brightly wave and smile. “May, your juice is so good. Also, tell your nephew to kiss me.” Peter looks right at her, “don’t tell me to do that. It’s weird.” 

May nods, “do it and I won’t have to tell you.” 

You light up, you’re getting what you want. But this time Peter spins so his back is the only thing in view and not the insane, dizzying, mind high kiss he left you with. 

[in1-nutshell]

Rodimus Prime dating buddy who is taller than him but is pretty shy and quiet? Basically like a precious cinnamon roll.

Also Rodimus is the little spoon when it comes to hugging

OH, and Rodimus always gets flustered when Buddy compliments him because it’s always sweet.

Oooh! Rodimus with another Tall Bot! Tried to mix things up a bit so no one gets confused.

Hope you enjoy!

Rodimus dating Tall Bot Buddy who's shy

SFW, Platonic, Romantic, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Rodimus, being the ship’s captain, wanted to get to know some of his crew. Sure, he knew that some of the crew members were here for a short time, but there was never any harm in getting to know one another. His optics found their way to Buddy a few times during his ‘Til all are One’ speeches.

It wasn’t hard to find them either.

Buddy being one of the tallest bots on the ship stood out like a sore thumb amongst their smaller friends.

“Hey, Mags!”--Rodimus

“Don’t call me that.”--Magnus

“So, who’s the tall bot over by Cyclonus?”--Rodimus

“That’s Buddy. They are one of the better bots on the ship. I’ve had the pleasure of working with them. They know how to get their reports done on time.”--Magnus

“Ignoring the side remark there, I bet they were a powerhouse during the war.”--Rodimus

“Actually, Buddy didn’t see too much of the war. They ended up being a bodyguard for several labs on off world outposts. They like quiet things Rodimus, something you should learn a little bit of.”--Magnus

“…I’m going to introduce myself.”--Rodimus

“…If you scare them off I will demolish you.”—Magnus

Rodimus made it his personal mission to know who this bot was.

It was a bit of a rough start with Rodimus literally summersaulting over to meet them. Which caused Buddy to involuntarily kick him in the chassis to the other end of the room.

Now, that same bot who had kicked him across the room and carried him to the med bay while apologizing profusely was on the floor of his habsuite picking the movie for date night.

“Okay Roddy, I’m at a tie. It’s either ‘Speed’ or ‘Grease’. I can’t pick which one to watch tonight.”--Buddy

“Hmmm…”--Rodimus

“Roddy? Hello, Lost Light to Rodimus, anyone in there?”--Buddy

“How did I get so lucky?”--Rodimus

“Well, I did get the deals for earth movies from that vender last stop--”--Buddy

“No, how did I get so lucky to have you as my lovely partner.”--Rodimus

“O-oh!”--Buddy

“Look at you! You’re adorable! You’re adorable looking face!”--Rodimus

“Roddy!”--Buddy

“Yes?”--Rodimus

“The movie? Please?”--Buddy

“Oh, ‘Grease’.”--Rodimus

“Thank—”--Buddy

“So I can slide over there and give you a hug and kiss your adorable face!”--Rodimus

“RODDY!”--Buddy

How did he get so lucky?

To have such a kind, sweet, caring, and absolute powerhouse of a bot to call his partner.

Maybe… Conjux?

No… not yet…

Rodimus has a bad habit of speaking for Buddy, since they were so quiet all the time. Buddy didn’t mind it at first, but it soon got annoying when they came to more personal things. They had a talk with him about him speaking for them.

Now Rodimus catches himself before he speaks, for the most part. But he is learning.

Rodimus loves to get Buddy flustered up, does not care if its in public or in private. Not that it would take much anyways.

“Hey Buddy, are you a camera?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus not now.”--Buddy

“Because every time I look at you I smile.”--Rodimus

“Rodimus—”--Buddy

“Are you a parking ticket?”--Rodimus

“Roddy, no—”--Buddy

“ ’Cause you got FINE written all over you.”--Rodimus

“… Rodimus we are in a meeting—”--Magnus

“Shh! I wanna see how this ends.”--Whirl

Magnus has written several memos about PDA to Rodimus.

Does he read them? Nope.

Buddy felt a little bad for Magnus and decided to take things into their own servos.

The next time Rodimus started up his one-liners, Buddy surprised their flusterness and shot back their own attacks.

“If I could breathe, you’d take my breath away every time.”--Rodimus

“Well, can I borrow your star map? Because I lost my way looking at your optics.”--Buddy

“Huh?!”--Rodimus

“Do you by any chance have an extra spark on you… you seemed to have stolen mine.”--Buddy

“…”--Rodimus

“Rod—”--Buddy

FWWOOOOOSSSHHHH!

“OH, SWEET PRIMUS HE’S FLAMING UP AGAIN! CYCLONUS! TAILGATE PASS ME THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!”--Buddy

Rodimus exe has stopped working please try again later.

Buddy has to carry Rodimus to their shared habsuite. Speaking of habsuite, that is the place where Rodimus loves to be with Buddy the most. Mainly because Buddy becomes a bit more affectionate in private than in public.

Rodimus loves being the little spoon.

There are times that he’ll try and be the big spoon, but he always goes back to being the little spoon.

“Its going to happen tonight, Buddy! I can feel it!”--Rodimus

“And if it doesn’t?”--Buddy

“Then… you get to pick next date nights activities.”--Rodimus

“Deal.”--Rodimus

Next morning…

“Morning—oh c’mon!”--Rodimus

“Ahh… the sweet sounds of victory.”--Buddy

“I’ll do it next time.”--Rodimus

“Sure Roddy, sure.”--Buddy

[d0youc0py]

A • Apprehensive • How apprehensive are they to get into a relationship?

Extremely. Not because he doesn’t want too but because he is actually very satisfied with the life he has now. He has his great group of friends who he sees often outside of work and he really doesn’t need much more interaction outside of that. He doesn’t want the stress of worrying about you while he’s away.

B • Bad Habit • Bad Habit they have when it comes to relationships

This man will look for any reason- any reason at all to jump ship. Once again it not because he doesn’t want to be in a relationship, of course he wants to love someone and be loved, but he’s so scared of you getting hurt because of him that he will nitpick everything you do in the beginning to find an excuse to distance himself. Yet something about you keeps him coming back……..

C • Cuddling

Touching actually comes very naturally to him. It’s his emotions that are a total roadblock. He thinks it’s the easiest way to get his feelings out without having to find a way to get his brain to connect with his mouth. He’s not a fan of PDA but if you grab his hand in public it will make his legs shake. Loves spooning! He gets to wrap his whole body around yours, breath in your scent, and he has access to kiss your shoulders, neck, head. He wraps his whole arm around your waist while the other is placed under your head like a pillow. Please hold his hand in this position. He also likes casual cuddling. You throwing your feet over his lap while on the couch. He always sits with his arm draped over the back of the couch/any where he can, so take the opportunity to nuzzle on in there.

D • Dates

Dates with him are absolutely wonderful. He does an amazing job focusing all his attention on you, making you feel as if you are the only person he has ever laid eyes on. Dates with him are always pretty simple. Dinner, or maybe a movie, maybe a day trip to a museum or maybe just a walk around a park if the weathers nice.

E • Emotions • How do they handle your emotions?

When you’re happy- he’s happy. When you’re sad he does everything he can to make it stop. He’s extremely fix-it oriented and may not understand that you just want a shoulder to cry on. Anger is a hard one for him because he doesn’t get too angry often. He comes across like he does but it really takes a lot for him to get heated. Anger always makes him uncomfortable too. He’s worried that he’ll somehow become an outlet for you anger. Because of this he tries to dismiss it in hopes you’ll move on but a lot of times this just makes you feel invalidate. Once he realizes that you just want someone to vent to and tell you it’ll all work out he’s there for you 100%.

F • fun level • how fun are they as partners?

This completely depends on your personal idea of fun. If your idea of fun is going out and staying out till two in the morning then he’s not your guy. But if your idea of fun is sitting out on the patio with a drink swapping banter and people watching then he’s your guy. He unknowingly makes typically boring things like cleaning, or waiting in line enjoyable with out of pocket comments. He’s a city boy and has a pretty good idea of all the true gems hidden around.

G • Games • do they play games with your heart?

Absolutely not. He basically got into this relationship unwillingly so if he’s in it- he’s in it. Extremely loyal. He saw what his mom went through and would never ever put someone through that. He’s not the type to flirt with other people just to get you jealous. Trust is a huge thing with him. If he can’t trust you- or if he senses you don’t trust him, it’s not gonna work babe.

H • Hot damn • what are they attracted too physically?

He’s a total sucker for rosy cheeks. He adores a healthy red glow. He’s also incredibly observant. If something about you catches his eye he’s going to just stare at you with no shame to see if he can get an idea of who you are. Edward Cullen vibes. Do you hold your head up high? Do you make eye contact with others? Do you curl in on yourself? He finds loads of people attractive- but he really needs to get to know you before he is attracted to you.

I • indescribable • what do they have the hardest time opening up about?

He opens up about his childhood in a slow- but not excruciating pace. It seems like everyone has some sort of childhood trauma so he doesn’t feel too frowned upon. He will absolutely never open up to you about his work though. You will of course meet the people he works with outside of work, hear a few funny stories, but he will never tell you how good he actually is at his job. He probably won’t even mention Ghost to you unless someone slips up and calls him that. Even then he’s extremely vague. He doesn’t want you associated with that at all. He keeps all of his masks and uniforms locked up in storage unit until he gets deployed.

J • Jealousy

He’s a fairly confident guy, so no he doesn’t get jealous. If you are actively trying to make him jealous to get a rise out of him than that’s a major turn off to him. He thinks it’s childish and honestly downright mean to make your partner feel that way. It’s rare when you feel jealous. He’s a handsome hunk of man so he gets hit on every once in a while. He makes it very obvious he’s in a relationship though. Wether that be flashing his wedding band, gesturing to you, or just downright saying he’s not interested. He hopes that by doing all this it eases your mind while he’s away. He knows it hard not knowing what he’s up to for weeks at a time and it would be easy to let your mind wander, especially when his so flippant and vague about his time away from you. Like stated above he is very big on trust and he really never gives you a reason to not trust him.

K • Kids • Do they want kids?

This might be controversial, but no. He’s doesn’t want kids. Kids stress him out and honestly bring up a lot of trauma for him. He has a lot of good qualities for parenthood. He reliable, protective, understanding, but he also has a lot of emotional problems that he will be working through for the rest of his life. He is gone at least 5-6 months out of the year, and he doesn’t think it’s fair to leave the child rearing up to you. Why would he want to bring a life into this world when it’ll be so hard for him to be there for it? Plus when he’s home he wants to relax- he wants to be with you. He’s very open about this at the beginning of your relationship so you aren’t blindsided.

L • Love • How fast do they say ‘I Love You’?

When you are both old and white haired you’ll probably be able to count on one hand the amount of times he has said I Love You. He’s not big on words. Anyone can talk. He likes to show. Also when he does say those words it’s so special because you know that he is literally overflowing with the feeling.

M • Money

He makes great money (as he should) so he isn’t cheap. He’s a practical spender though. He would much rather spend his money on remodeling the kitchen than go on a vacation. He has absolutely no problem paying for your dates, but if you wanted to pay every now and then it wouldn’t hurt his ego. You could absolutely rely on him to help you out financially if you ever needed it. Your car broke down and you can’t afford to fix it? He’s got you. If you hate your job and decide you want to stay at home or switch careers, he’s got you there too. If you make more than him it honestly doesn’t bother him. Surprisingly his guilty pleasure is clothes. The man owns fifty different tops all in black. T shirts, hoodies, sweaters. The only color he has in his closet are his white button ups. He also has a soft spot for jeans. He’s very picky about his jeans but once he finds a pair he likes he gets ten pairs of them.

N • No • Biggest turn offs

He absolutely hates over sharing right off the bat. Like on your first date you tell him every horrible thing that has happened to you- he’s running. If there is something he absolutely needs to know then it’s okay (he thinks?). He also hates people who aren’t self aware. People who will judge others for something they themselves blatantly do.

O • Over and Out• How he’d break up with you

He’d do it right before he got shipped off. If you two had just started going together he probably would just ‘ghost’ you and you’d think he fell off the face of the earth. But if you two had been going for a while it would complicate things for him. He’s torn between leaving you a half assed phone call or breaking up with you to your face. While you’re at work/out of the house he’d pick up the things he had at your place leaving a very cliche ‘not you but me’ not on your kitchen counter. Maybe when he got back he’d answer you phone calls and meet you for coffee- but it’s very unlikely.

P • Protective vs Possessive

He’s a unhealthy mixture of both. Some of his protectiveness is quite sweet. He always makes sure to follow the sidewalk rule and walk a little bit behind you. He gives off scary guard dog energy and he makes sure to put it to good use. Someone’s making you uncomfortable. Glare so strong it’ll make your knees buckle. Other times it’s annoying, and it feels almost like he thinks of you as a child. “Careful around the oven.” Duh Simon. You’ll get random calls from his burner phone with him practically begging you to lock the doors and windows over the phone so he can hear it. He has minor OCD. Teaches you simple- yet uncommon self defense techniques and make sure you feel confident using a knife. His possessiveness comes from from his ego and is deeply intertwined with his protectiveness. He firmly believes that no one else can protect you like he can. Which is kinda true. You are his so it’s his job to protect you. This means he’ll probably put up a fight if you want to go somewhere without him, even if it’s just to go grab the mail. He’s no stranger to how horrible people can be- he’s guilty of it himself.

Q • Quick • How quick do they actually fall in love?

It happens at a normal pace. That doesn’t mean he knows it. It takes like five different people to point it out to him before he starts believing their right. All he knows is that he feels bad when he’s away from you and fucking fantastic when he’s with you. He finds that he works harder so mission goes by quicker. He finds that while he’s driving over to your place his cheeks start to burn, only then does he notice he’s been smiling since he’s started the engine. When he does finally admit it, it doesn’t cause him to rush into anything. The two of you may still be friends for a few months before he acts on it. He genuinely enjoys the foreign feeling of butterflies and warmth in his chest. Just let him soak in it.

R • Relationship history

He’s been in a few relationships, about five. He’s never been in love but he has loved someone. That person was there for him during a tough time in his life (his father leaving and his brother trying to get sober) and he was there for them too during their own rough patch. It lasted a little more than a year and they both mutually decided that they would make better friends. Neither of them ever kept in touch. The other relationships would always last about 3-5 months. Mostly something to take his mind off of work when he was home. He enjoyed being with them but it just never worked out.

S • Sentimental

He is sentimental. He still has a soft spot for the outfit you wore on their first date and no matter how old it is he insists that you keep it. He will frequently drive past important places to the two of you. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are always so soft as he remembers whatever it was that happened there. He’ll never admit it but if you ever decided to make him a scrapbook/photo album he’d probably cry.

T • Tidy • What’s it like living with him?

He’s honestly a pretty wonderful roommate. It’s been drilled into his head order and routine. He cleans for about 10 minutes every morning, simple things like wipe down the kitchen, dust the living room, throw a load of laundry in. He finds great calmness in repetitive tasks. Clutter makes it hard for him to focus and it seriously makes his skin itch. He does hate vacuuming though so hopefully you’ll take that over for him. He’s also a decent cook, nothing fancy, but they are very much comfort meals. Steak with potatoes, stews, spaghetti, things like that. It’ll take him a while to get use to living with you, but it makes him feel safe. His favorite time of day is when both of you are settling into bed, mumbling things you just remembered about your day, his chin resting on top of your head, just being completely absorbed in you. Moments like these are things he never thought he could- or really deserved to have.

U • Ultimate • the ultimate way to weasel your way into his heart

The quickest way to Simon’s heart is honestly just paying attention to him. You notice when he’s feeling upset and instead of brushing him off as grumpy you take time out of your day to make him feel better. You had a rough day and say the only way it could be better is by him making you a cup of his famous tea- he’s melted. He shows up to a gathering and you show genuine excitement about his presence- might marry you right there. You were out shopping and bought a little something for him because it reminded you of him- someone sedate him. He knows he’s a tough nut to crack so when someone actually puts in the effort to get to know him it always shakes him to his core. You- someone who could have almost anyone- want him?

V • Vacation

His favorite vacations are small two-three day ones. Maybe both of you book a hotel a few towns over and spend the weekend exploring the quaint little town? Traveling takes a lot out of him. It sounds a bit silly given his profession but he isn’t the biggest fan of planes. In his defense he’s know some pilots who should definitely have their license revoked. Since he’s legally dead there are a few hoops to jump through when flying international. (Thankfully Price is the paperwork master) He also isn’t a fan of all the plannnning. Ugh. If you wanted to get him on a real week long vacation the whole thing will have to be a guided tour and he wants to have a buzz for most of it.

W • Wait • how long will they wait to marry you?

About three- four years. Small wedding. He refuses to say vows out loud but will absolutely write some and let you read them after the ceremony. Fighting back tears. He is actually invested in the planning portion of it- especially the cake. Price officiates the wedding and would absolutely walk you down the aisle if you requested. Johnny is best man. Gaz is the flower girl and the DJ. Your reception is fucking amazing (thanks Johnny) and you have the best wedding album ever.

X • eXtra

If you want this man in a pile of mush please for the love of god skim your fingers over his jaw and chin. It’s a sensitive area for him because it’s covered half the time and it’s also a way he self soothes. When he’s stressed or nervous he’ll rub at it and it really does physically calm him. It’s also a great way to get him to sleep or back to sleep on nights he’s struggling.

Y • You • How often does he think about you while he’s away?

With his job he is easily distracted. Nights away from you are hell though. He literally sleeps with one of your shirts. He has it balled up and tucked under his chin and tries his best to imagine it’s your head.

Z • Zzzzz

He likes to go to bed early and wake up early. He naturally runs cold- despite his size- and he needs the room like a meat locker to sleep. Big fluffy comforters are something that he absolutely indulges in. The two do you are pressed together all night to keep warm. He wears socks to sleep- fight him. He also wears a pair of tight boxers (he likes to be compressed) and a loose t shirt. He loves skin to skin contact, if he has a chance of being pressed against you naked you could probably get him to turn the thermostat up to a normal temperature. He doesn’t snore often but when he does it’s growly like a grizzly bear. He is a light sleeper so anytime you move or a loud car goes by he will wake up. It’s never too difficult to fall back asleep though. He does suffer from night terrors. You can tell when his having one because his body heat will rise and he’ll start to twitch in his sleep. At first he was very snippy when you tried to soothe him but that’s just because he was embarrassed. Eventually he comes to crave some of your touches to bring him back down to earth.

Hope you all liked this. If you don’t agree with anything you see here that’s fine too! This took me a ridiculously long time but I throughly enjoyed it. I’m debating on whether I should do Soap or Price next.

[icouldntfindthedoor]

Being in a relationship with Ghost headcanons

Because I love this big sad man. Someone make him some tea. 

This man is real gruff and hard around the edges. If his SO is military like him, he’s harder on them, pushing them to do better, to be better than him. He can come across as incredibly rude and nasty, but the reality is he sees a lot of potential in his SO and wants them to succeed. He just doesn’t believe in coddling them. 

Even if they’re already in a relationship, his attitude doesn’t change. If his SO fucks up a job, he’s going to tell them that right to their face. They don’t get special treatment from him. 

He doesn’t care for PDA. He’ll clap his SO on the shoulder as he walks by and that’s it. Kissing, hugging and lingering touches are for moments of privacy only. He’s uncomfortable with other people seeing him and his SO together. Not because he’s embarrassed of his SO, but because he grew up in a household where his parents barely tolerated each other and never once showed any affection in front of their children. To him, that’s normal. Expect him to push his SO off if they try and kiss him in front of their friends. 

The closest he’ll get to PDA is gently holding his SO’s sleeve under the table or in the back of a car. 

With that said, in the privacy of their home or their room, Ghost is very affectionate in his own way. He rests his hand on his SO’s thigh, thumb idly tracing invisible patterns in their skin, or he’ll stand nearby while they’re cooking in the kitchen. They’d already told him they didn’t need help, but he wants to be close to them, so he gives himself random jobs, like filling the dishwasher or sweeping the floor, just so he can stay with them. 

Also likes using pet names for his SO. He calls them gorgeous, sausage, love, darling, handsome and sweetheart. One time Soap walked in while Ghost was talking to his SO and heard Ghost say, “You alright, sausage?”  Soap just chuckled and said, “I’m doin’ alright, cupcake, how are you?” 

He couldn’t look Soap in the eye for days afterward. 

If his SO’s native language isn’t English, he makes an effort to learn it so he can understand their culture a little better, and make his SO feel more at home with him. He absolutely butchers the pronunciation of some words, but it’s very endearing. 

If his SO is shorter than him, he likes to walk up behind them while they’re doing something at home and wrap his arms around their middle, propping his chin on their head. It’s lovely and warm and he even cracks the joke, “I’ve got my whole world in my arms.” 

If his SO is taller than him, he loves it when they do the above to him. He likes nuzzling into the crook of their neck and feeling their arms holding him close. He realizes later on that he’s never had anyone hold him like that before, he’s never felt so secure and safe with another person before. It’s terrifying but it’s also nice. 

If his SO is tinkering away at something, a weapon or anything like that, he tends to stand over their shoulder, hands on hips, watching them work because it’s fascinating. 

Only his SO and Soap have heard him laugh. It’s a deep, hearty chuckle, his whole body shakes it with, and it’s always right after he’s told a horrible joke or pun. 

If someone hurts his SO, he expects his SO to stand their ground and fight back. If they can’t, he intervenes. He needs to know his SO is capable of defending themselves if he’s gone, and so even if they’re not in the military he teaches them basic self defense moves. 

He loves when his SO makes his tea, and he also learns to make their favourite beverage as well. 

He remembers nearly all of his SO’s favourite things, and never forgets their birthday. Even if he’s deployed elsewhere and they’re not together, he makes sure to say happy birthday to his SO, even if it’s just to himself.

He’s not a very good kisser. He’s kissed maybe one or two people before, but he tries to learn what his SO likes. He much prefers cuddling to kisses.  

His SO calls him Simon when they’re alone. He doesn’t really like it when they call him Ghost, he doesn’t want to be Ghost around them. 

With a cis male SO, Ghost isn’t worried about people finding out he’s with another man. On the contrary, he couldn’t give a fuck. He loves men with muscles, tattoos and stubble. 

With a trans SO who hasn’t gone through surgeries or hormone treatments yet, he helps them with their gender dysphoria by helping his SO with their binding (for a trans male SO), wanting to make sure they’re comfortable while not hurting their ribs. He also helps his SO with padding and tucking (trans female SO) for the same reason, he wants them to feel beautiful in their bodies while also keeping safe. If they have gone through hormone and surgery, he’s there to support them in their recovery period, helping them wash and making sure their stitches don’t come undone and stay clean. Seeing their SO’s face in the mirror when they see themselves for the first time, looking how they’d always wanted to look, almost brings a tear to Ghost’s eyes. He’s very proud of them and he tells them that. 

[crazyunsexycool]

Could we get a drabble of them in the present/future giving a lot of PDA and Steve seeing them 😂

omg of course! 😂

PDA

Bucky and Steve were in the middle of a meeting. You could hear them discussing the issue of a shooting that happened on their territory as you got closer. It was something you also had to discuss since the wanna be gang had been causing trouble in your area. You knocked but didn’t wait for them to let you in, instead you just waltz in as if you owned the place.

“Hey.” Bucky says, the scowl on his face quickly being replaced with a smile meant just for you.

“Hi.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he watches his best friends look at each other with heart eyes.

“Hey Stevie.”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I heard about the shooting, those assholes are in my territory I want them gone. Thought we could work something out together.”

Bucky held his hand out for you and you walked around his desk. You place your hand in his and he pulls you into his lap. Bucky gives you a quick kiss and then another before pulling back to talk to Steve.

But Steve knew the meeting was over the moment you opened the door. As he continued to talk about their options Steve was getting slightly annoyed. He watched as one of Bucky’s hand moved from your waist to your hip while the other sat on your thigh moving higher little by little. If it wasn’t that it was you distracting Bucky by running your hand through his hair and tugging slightly, a small groan leaving Bucky’s lips. If it wasn’t that it was you placing kisses along his jaw and nipping at his earlobe after saying something that was just meant for Bucky. Thank God for that because he didn’t need to know what went on in that brain of yours.

What really set Steve off was the giggling. He felt like he was back in high school with the two young love birds basking in their recently confessed love for one another. He sighed as he tried to go back to what he was saying but stopped when he heard what you were saying.

“I just realized we haven’t properly fu-“

“Ok that’s enough.” Steve stood as he punched the bridge of his nose. He was annoyed and conflicted because he knew what it meant for you to be together again but someone had to put a stop to all this PDA because it was getting out of hand.

“What’s wrong Stevie?” You asked, clearly amused at how red he was getting in the face.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s like high school all over again.”

“Oh poor Stevie. How about you pull up a chair, bug? That way he won’t be an ass.”

You pout, playing it up now that Steve was annoyed. Bucky kisses it away and you giggle again.

“Im done, I’m leaving. Call me when you’re alone Barnes.” He glares at both of you before making his way towards the door. “I can’t fucking believe this bullshit.” He mumbles under his breath.

You and Bucky laugh as the door closes.

“We should really try to control ourselves when he’s here. Poor guy’s had to watch us all through school.”

“Nah, he’ll be fine.” He said against your neck before kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. “Now what was that about me fucking you on this desk?”

In one quick motion he pushed everything aside before placing you on the desk. Bucky stands between your legs as you pull him down for a kiss. Your lips are swollen and clothes discarded. You’re so wrapped up in each other that you don’t hear the knock on the door.

“Oh come on! Lock the fucking door.” Is all you hear from Sam before the door slams shut. You look from the door to Bucky before you both start laughing again.

“I love you James.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

[memethebum]

So I uh started writing a MLB fic like the traitorous mf I am

Summary: Marinette and Adrien both take on a summer job as Kwami mascots at the local carnival, which comes as a pleasant surprise to Adrien and a nightmare to Marinette. What they hadn’t expected was finding out how much they enjoy alone time together, all while Ladybug and Chat Noir finally discuss their certain appreciation for PDA and fighting against whatever Hawkmoth and college have in store for them

(Gonna put a preview for the latest chapter under here bc yk what I actually kinda like how it turned out that’s when things actually start moving along lol)

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“M’lady,” Chat Noir murmured before watching Ladybug crane her head in his direction and let out a hum in confusion.

“What happened to… that boy?” the hero then added in between a few bated breaths, only to hear his partner let out a slow sigh after he’d uttered out the question.

“Let’s just say he taught me that there isn’t only one way you can get to know…or love someone,” she explained while scooting closer towards him and placing her head onto his shoulder.

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“It’s not funny Chat!” Ladybug shouted before taking a long sip from her glass.

“Ok ok I’m sorry Bugaboo, you’re just really cute when you get all angry,” Chat Noir added as he reached out to grab one of his partner’s hands and soothe the rage bubbling up within her.

“So you and your friend are in this embarrassing situation together, right?” he questioned, probing Ladybug to release a hum in agreement.

“Well that solves your problem right there! I’m sure this friend probably feels the same way about everything. Either that or they already feel comfortable enough around you in the situation, since you’re practically a fallen angel that’s blessed the earth with her beauty,” Chat Noir then hummed before feeling his lady vigorously ruffle her fingers through his unruly hair in agitation.

“I just wish…I knew they were comfortable with me. We’ve been friends for a while now so you’d expect me to pick up on these cues, but NOPE I’m a complete deer in headlights when it comes to them even now,” Ladybug added while sliding her wine glass to the side and flopping onto the rooftop they were perched upon.

Must be pretty serious if she can’t even get past her first mimosa Chat Noir noted as he thought back to the numerous times he’d have to stop Ladybug from stress drinking during their “after patrol rest breaks”.

“Hey,” he then whispered before laying down beside her, causing their faces to be a breath away from one another.

“If it counts as anything, I think you’re a great friend m’lady. You’ve just gotta remember that everyone has walls they might be putting up unconsciously and it takes a while to understand each one,” Chat Noir finished with a low sigh once realizing how many times he’d told Ladybug that his life outside of being a hero was mostly “putting up walls” in front of almost everyone he knew.

Great, now I just sound self-centered he grimaced before looking over at his partner.

However, the hero was met with her eyes gazing at him in a gentle flicker rather than the scowl he’d envisioned.

“You’re right Chaton, I’m just really…overthinking things when I’ve already helped my friend express themselves before,” Ladybug whispered as her fingers began to gently glide against Chat Noir’s burning cheeks.

“Uh-huh,” Chat Noir attempted to whisper, although his mind was completely immersed by how the moonlight allowed him to see the fervent blush that had made it’s way across his lady’s cheeks as well.

Everything soon grew increasingly quiet around the hero, leaving only his racing heartbeat as a telltale sign of what he wanted next from the current situation.

S-should I move my head closer? No, I don’t wanna pressure her into anything. But, what if she’s also nervous and is waiting on me to make the first move and-

“Y’know,” Ladybug murmured over Chat Noir’s internal monologue.

She then began to push herself upwards, causing him to grow even more tense before feeling her body flop ontop his own.

“We do this a lot ,” she exclaimed as Chat Noir let out an erratic chuckle.

“We-we really do. Did you…pin me down to do something about it Bugaboo?” he exclaimed in a desperate attempt to keep his cool while also relishing in the fact that Ladybug had him pinned down and ready for whatever she set her mind to.

“Maybe,” Ladybug then murmured before furrowing her brows together, immediately causing Chat Noir to reach out for one of her hands.

“Sorry, that sounded a little too direct. It’s ok if you’re not ready, I’m really nervous too and-“

“No no!” the other hero shouted, eliciting him to go completely still.

“I mean no Chat, I want this. I want you ,” Ladybug exclaimed before slowly pushing her head forwards.

Chat Noir shuddered in place until her lips were slightly touching his own, which served as all the bravado he needed to meld their lips together.

[popcornforone]

The Innocent Boyfriends Fics :- Rolling in the Waves

So the last three fics have been very much full on & just oh god. Yea I know. So I wanted to go back to writing something a little more fluffy for this one. Stuff is insinuated & then as we get going it ends. It’s short too, well for my writing anyhow.

As always the picture is what the fic is based on. Please pick any man you want please to have a nice time with.

Synopsis: you’ve met him at the harbour for a beach day with him & his friends. What starts off as just being chill ends up as a lovely evening under the night sky out at sea .

Warnings: not many of im honest. This is more fluff & romantic that anything else.Alcohol which includes drinking games. Innuendo & dirty talk . A few mentions of kinks & fanastys. Teasing & slight pleasuring in public(some fingers get close) PDA, the start of some sex & making love but nothing too graphic. Established relationship, & mention of engagement (not yours) . Don’t read the last couple of paragraphs of your Under 18!

Enjoy this people, roll with these waves. All feed back is always welcome.

If there was a spot in the world that he loved it’s where he was about to take you. On his boat, with a beer, just a few miles out at sea, after playing games on the beach all day, after eating some lovely food, hopefully with you in his arms, watching the sun go down. That was his idea of paradise, & to share this with you today was going to hopefully be perfect. You are blissfully unaware of how much this is going to mean to him, but when you get out the taxi at the harbour, With your over night bag, hes leaning on a wall waiting for you. He removes his glasses as smooth as ever & wraps his arms around you, before giving you a tender deep kiss. “Morning beautiful” he echos & then he takes your hand & your bag & you walk to his boat.

It’s pretty large. It’s not like a dingy but it’s also a huge vessel. He could take this out for at least a couple of days to go fishing in as long as the sea wasn’t too rough & sleep on it & bring enough food & beer. You take off your oversized hat & just look at everything in admiration. It’s truly breath taking. He unties the moorings & checks you’re okay. “You don’t go too fast in this right, im not sure I’m ready for that.” He smirks “happy to go at whatever pace you want my love. This as much a trip for you as it is for me” you smile & take you overnight bag into the cabin & put a few things away & change into your stripy swim suit with your floaty green summer dress over the top & walk back out as you hear the engines start up. You know your boyfriend smooth & cool but seeing him be that & captain of his vessel is enough to make you go very weak.

“Oh because today couldn’t be anymore beautiful. you’ve changed into that?” He asks lowering his glasses to give you a once over. “We can’t all be as perfect as you baby, but I thought I’d try” he is in his grey top & blue swim shorts, he was wearing all that when you arrived. He has more clothes already in his cabin. You twirl for him & then go & sit on the padded benches & watch him as he negotiate the boats way out of the harbour. His hands spinning the wheel in all sorts of directions, hands that are so delicate & his face full of concern traction. He bites his bottom lip at one point & then he sees the smirk on your face for just out of his eyeline & he knows what it’s doing to you. Your thinking about what else he is good at nibbling.

Eventually the boat gets to the open sea & he calls you towards him. He squeezes you in front of him so you can steer the boat & take control. His hands rest on top of yours & he finds the crook of your neck so he can whisper things to you as to what you need to do, as well as what he wants to do to you later. It’s not long before one of his hand leaves yours to caress your side & he peppers your neck with kisses. You feel like nothing else matters right now, this is already the perfect day & you’ve not even got to the little bit of the isolated beach to have fun with his friends. You don’t say many words to each other in these few precious moments your just inhaling each other.

It takes about an hour to get to this beach where his friends are waiting for the two of you. You hop off & hug everyone & say hi & are handed a beer straight away. After seeing how everyone is, you are offered a sun lounger. As you sit down in your sun dress your partner stands in front of you removing his grey top so he’s just in his swim shorts. His chest & abs ripple & you really just want to tell him to get back on the boat so you can admire him properly. “Sun cream babes?” You ask “please dont deny me of that joy” you wink. He smirks & sits on the edge of your lounger as you start with his defined shoulders & rippling neck. He sighs the further down his back you go. Before you’re happy you’ve completed his back he spins around to give you the most passionate kiss of the day so far, almost climbing on top of you before he friend Mike scream “can’t you keep your hands of her for 10mins?” You both laugh & you finalise his sun cream as he rushes off to go play beach rugby with his male friends while you & all the women drink long cool drinks, read magazines & gossip.

Grace, his cousin, at one point comes to sit on your lounger & you have a long chat about you & him & if this is the real thing. She’s the person your most comfortable with here as you’ve only really met this group a couple of times but you’ve seen her before at a few family parties too, plus she’s dating his best friend. “If you end up being part of our family one day, it’s going to be amazing. You’re exactly the calming happy influence he needs” you smile back & talk about her recent engagement to Ross & she beams as no one else has asked her at all about it. You then hear a wooohooo as the boys come running back covered in sand all sticky and hot. He glistens over you as he grabs your hand & drags you up to him as he removes your sun dress “come help me get this sand off baby” & he lifts you up & you giggle as he runs you into the sea with him. It’s warm & inviting but not as much as his lips, which even if a bit salty from the sea still taste delightful. Everyone is splashing each other before Ross jumps on him pushing you both under the waves. You both splutter as you come back up, but removing the wet hair from each others faces means you can look deeply into each others eyes, before splashing everyone else

Dried off, sand removed as well as it could be, & sun cream reapplied, the cook off for the bbq begins. You’re a good cook so you offer to help but all the men insist a bbq is made for them. “Typical” you moan at the other women’s as you all set the few beach tables & chairs you’ve brought. “The one thing I’m good at & they won’t let me near it” Grace laughs “ahhh let the men play with their sausages & click their tongs” which causes you to laugh quite a bit as someone does click them at that exact moment “must be a man thing, men like to cook meat”she says “or make sure your getting theirs” you reply. That send her & most of the girls over the edge with laughter too. You are definitely in with this group now.

The mid afternoon bbq is actually pretty good. It also at one point for you & your partner gets a little seductive. He notices you’ve got some sauce on the side of your lips from the ribs & he rubs his thumb against it to clean it, before he looks you square in the eyes deeply & starts to suck his thumb. You clench at nothing & your eyes dilate. He slowly removes his thumb & takes his hand to rest between your thighs, having the desired response from your arousal. But as you try not to sigh & move things on further, as his fingers reach the edge of your swim suit, someone asks the two of you “do you want seconds?”Snapping you both out of the haze. His hand comes away, but it still smells of you. “You still smell exquisite my love” he winks & gets up to get you both more ribs, hoping to try this again.

A few more beers & wine are drunk, you & the girls decide to have a sand castle competition while the boys pack up the food. “Look they wanted to make all that mess making it so they can clean it”& you all joke &laugh. You’ve really got to know some of these girls quite well today. The boys then once you’re all done judge the sand castles. you don’t win but everyone enjoyed your moat until it collapsed in on itself from the water. You then all go off with your partners or sit down with them for a while. Yours takes your hand & you paddle along the shore line together, the water never getting above your knees. Its cool & refreshing. His arm is around your shoulder & yours around his waist. Very few words are said on you little stroll & back which is about 20mins but the occasional chest caress from you, or bum squeeze from him or a deep kiss are all you both need, to confirm this is a beautiful day. “I love you” he pauses at one point to say. You’ve both said it to each other before but today it gives you goosebumps like when he said it the first time a month or so ago.

Upon returning to the group, they decide before everyone heads back to their boats for the night or back home, that you should all play never have I ever, with drinks as forfeits of course. It starts off all innocent as always & then by round 3 the dirty stuff is coming out. It gets to Sarah & she says “I have never had sex on a boat” , & everyone around you drinks other than you & your partner & Sarah as she made the statement. You’re not sitting next to each other & you both stare across, glancing. You’re in more shock, you were sure he’d done that with someone before but no. “I wonder if we played this tomorrow”Ross start “that this questions everyone would then drink at” & everyone giggles but you & he are just sending sexy eyes to each other, ignoring the group.

You throw your sundress on as you start saying goodbye to people & the temp drops slightly. Graces hug is greeted with the line by her of “if the boats gonna rock make sure it’s not from the waves” “oh don’t worry” you reply “if we rock the boat the sea will know about it” she & Ross get into someone’s else’s small boat & glide away. You make your way onto the deck of his & see he’s already changed out of his swim shorts into actual shorts & a put that grey top back on, Hands on the wheel ready to go. You know you’re staying out at sea tonight. He wants to catch fish for breakfast in the morning. So you head to the cabin as he heads the boat to a calm area good for anchoring & have a quick shower. With all the sand finally gone & now feeling refreshed, you throw on a long blue vest top, without a bra, your black French nickers that make him crazy & your sailor style short shorts. You don’t dry your hair, you know he likes it wet & wavey.

You when you emerge from the cabin your are delighted by the following sight. The sun hasn’t fully set & he is sitting on the railings at the front of the boat, shoes off, sunnys on, hair being gently blown by the sea breeze drinking a beer. He looks relaxed content & happy with his life. You notice a glass of wine waiting for you on the side. you take his photo on your phone which makes him smile.

“Capturing the moment baby.” You say as you walk to him, ignoring your wine glass. “You look so at peace. I want to send you this photo every time you look stressed or upset” “ooh baby really” & he pulls you in by the hips & you remove his sunnys as his hand goes through your long hair. Once it’s found the back, your faces & lips reach each other for a long passionate kiss. So deep & intoxicating. You both explore for a while & moan as your mouths entrance the others, eyes closed but knowing when you both open them they will be filled with desire, lust & love. & as you come apart you rest you head on his chest as you both breath properly. Eventually you move to pick up your glass of wine & he moves with you to the benches as you snuggle & kiss watching the sun set over the horizon, turning the sky from an amber glow to a twilight haze. You are both under the spell of the sky & each others desire.

“That” you eventually say as he turns on the decks lights “was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen” before you kiss his cheek as he slides back next to you. “In fact all Of todays been beautiful, the boat, the beach, the food, your friends everything” “& me?” He asks “ooh youre more than beautiful baby” you say & your hands starts to move up his leg towards his thigh “ooh im not beautiful not compared to you, your even more beautiful than that sunset” “ooooh you must be Star blind”’you blush “I always am when it comes to you” those words ignite your soul & you feel seen & loved & you tenderly bring your lips to his. Plump & smooth they capture each other for a little while before breaking, & then his hands start to wonder too.

“I was telling the truth about never have I ever” he says & then he tussles his fluffy hair & caresses your chin before he continues “but I’d like to have to drink to that questions next time we play it” you seductively sip your wine, & let some of the condensation from the glass drip down your neck. His mouth falls open. “Yeah I think I’d like to drink to that too” & you down the rest of your wine & he put the glass & his empty bottle in the chest inside the table in front of him, before taking you by the hand towards the cabin door, but he stops to make sure the boat is secure & safe. “We’re good but we’re not gonna rock the boat that much baby” you laugh. He’s perk up at this & slides across the desk to you & his hand go to lift your vest up off you, the second he reaches you. He then realises that you have no bra on underneath & pulls it back down.

“I didn’t realise they weren’t contained, I’d have caressed them a lot more if I’d have know” he says & his lips find your neck to pepper kisses on it “ it’s good to keep a few secrets baby, be it im not wearing a bra, that putting sun cream on your back aroused me more than you sucking your thumb or” & he pauses his kisses to look deeply into your eyes as you both get the the cabin door “that I’m wearing your favourite pair of French knickers right…” his eye dilate at the word of pair & his hands go straight for your hip to get a sneak peak of what he calls the sexiest material in the world “oooh no” you say as you slap his hand away. “If you can wait to see my boobs until we can get to bed, you can wait for them to Captain”. You both walk into your cabin bedroom & you slide onto the bed. He paces for a little bit & looks a little nervous.

“Sorry” he stumbles “this has been one of my favourite days ever & to end it like this…” and you stand up & wrap your arms around his neck bringing your lips together “today has been perfect baby, I love that you’ve loved it. & I love you.” you coo & pull him down on top of you, starting to entwine together. Both of you are eager & your hands are telling a similar story reaching for the neck of his shirt to take it off in a minute. “Make love to me” you moan as his hand gets to your breasts underneath your shirt “it will be the greatest honour of this captain” he says. & slowly & seductively you both remove each others clothes (he does admire those French knickers for a while, pleasuring you above them before removing them) “please I need you baby, make me yours all over again” you moan as he finally removes the last item of clothing either of you have on. The smoothness of his hands removing those french knickers made you sigh, but the gasp you make as he slides through your fold makes his eyes turn black with passion. “Always mine always all of this is for you” he replies before checking your okay. & then you make slow passionate love for what feels like eternity, rocking the boat more than the calm waters of this passage of sea does. As you finally come apart, spent in your sex haze & return to your senses, you wrap yourselves around each other & sigh a good night as your hand goes to his chest feeling a rhythm that you love from his heart, which you now know will always be yours.

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Love of My Life - Part 2

➪the one where it’s yours and tyler’s wedding night.

Warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), swearing, hair pulling, pda, tyler fucks hard and you cannot convince me otherwise

Word Count: 3.4k | Part 1

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

It was the night of your wedding to Tyler, and you had never looked more stunning in his eyes.

Well, you always looked stunning. Always looked so damn perfect, but there was something different about your beauty tonight. 

Your vintage white wedding dress clung to you perfectly, your engagement ring and wedding band tapping softly against your wine glass as you thanked your close friends from college for coming.

Tyler was across the lot, his back against the barn door that held the actual ceremony an hour or so ago. He sipped on his beer, his own wedding band snug on his finger as he watched you, barely paying attention to Boone, who was beside him.

He was still wondering what he did to deserve you, but he would also never full on question it as he was scared it would end with him waking up and realizing that you and your endless love for him was just a dream. 

“Can’t take your eyes off her, huh?” Boone teased as he stuffed his hand in his suit pocket, and it was a little more than beyond weird to see him in a suit since Tyler was so used to his casual clothing. Well, if you could call it that.

Tyler shook his head, the condensation from his beer dripping down his hand and cooling his heated skin. “Can you blame me?”

“Not really. She looks really good,” his friend commented as the two of them watched you catch up with a few friends. 

Tyler couldn’t agree more. Your eyes were so bright tonight, and your smile was contagious. He was having a hard time not ending the party early and taking you back home, where he could ravish you in all the ways he wanted to, but now as your husband. “I know,” he mumbled, his grip on the bottle slipping a bit so the neck hung loosely between his fingers. “She’s so goddamn beautiful.”

“You’re even more obsessed with her now,” Boone smirked, finishing his own beer. 

“You would be, too,” Tyler grunted, watching as various guests came up and complimented you on your appearance. It was then when Boone decided to as well. He let out a low whistle as he gazed at you, which made Tyler turn to him and smack him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, that’s my wife.”

You were oblivious to the two men gawking at you as your friend gestured to your dress, and Tyler had to hold back a groan as you did a little spin and laughed. 

It was then when Tyler let out his own low whistle as Boone scoffed next to him. “You’ve got it bad, huh, buddy?”

“You don’t understand, Booney,” Tyler mumbled, finally finishing the beer he opened almost an hour ago. “You’ll be the exact same way when you marry the love of your life.”

When the crowd of people around you finally walked away, Tyler handed Boone his empty beer bottle before slapping him gently on the back. 

“That’s my cue,” he grinned, looking back at his friend. “Thanks for keepin’ me company.”

Boone rolled his eyes as Tyler made his way over to you, muttering, “Who the hell let you get married,”

Tyler came up to you from behind and snaked his arms around your waist, grinning at the way you jumped a bit as he leaned down to brush his lips against your ear. “Havin’ fun, dollface?”

You relax almost instantly in his arms once you heard his voice, and he could hear the smile in your voice as you answered, “Of course, boyfriend- I mean husband,”

Tyler smirked and wrapped his arms tighter around you, careful not to mess up your hair as he leaned down to press his lips to your neck. “That’s better,” he grinned, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“So you say…ten times now,” you laughed quietly, placing your arms over his as you leaned back against him. “You look so handsome, Ty.”

He placed quick kisses all along your neck, his stubble pricking your soft skin as he went. “Yeah?” He hummed, moving his head away as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you around to face him. 

“Yeah,” you echo, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I have the hottest husband.”

Tyler let out a deep laugh, his hands settling on your lower back. “And I have the most gorgeous wife,”

Your face turned red in a blush, your eyes literally twinkling under the fairy lights that were strung up everywhere. “I can’t believe we’re married now,”

He pulls you even closer, his hands running over the lace on the back of your dress. “I know, it doesn’t even seem real,” he murmured, leaning down so his face is inches away from yours. “But I’m damn glad it is.”

A grin takes over your face as your fingers thread through the hair on the back of his neck. “Y/n Owens…God, that sounds so good,”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Tyler agreed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re officially all mine.”

You lift a brow. “As if I wasn’t already,”

Tyler smirks down at you, trailing his hand along your hips. “Yeah, you’ve been mine for a while, huh? But now it’s official. You’re stuck with me forever,”

“Oh, how terrible. What ever will I do?” You teased, running your thumbs over his prickly jaw. 

“You’ll love me, that’s what you’ll do,” he answered, bunching up your pretty dress in his hands. “And put up with my bullshit.”

You caress his face, your rings reflecting off the lights. “I’ll happily put up with your bullshit for the rest of my life,” 

Tyler grinned, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. “Baby, you’re too good to me,” he said quietly. “I don’t deserve you, you know that?”

“Enough of that,” you mumble, lifting your left hand from his face and wiggling your fingers at him. “You put these on me, right? That means I think you deserve me.”

Tyler’s grin grew at that, and he took your hand in his and pressed his lips to your rings. “I guess you’re right, babydoll,”

“Hey,” you whispered, gently gripping his chin. “I love you. More than anything or anyone.”

He wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you right up against his chest. “I love you, too,” he said back. “Always and forever.”

Then he leaned down to kiss you, and you smiled against his lips before kissing him back. Your hands tangled in his hair again as you slowly swayed to the faint music in the background, and Tyler’s lips curved upwards as he felt you writhe against him. 

He pulled back, his eyes a bit hooded as he took in the way your lip gloss was now smudged, and he had no doubt that his chin was coated in it. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, doll,” he whispered and you blushed deeply. 

“Yeah?” You ask quietly, running your nose along his jaw. 

“Yeah, you take my fuckin’ breath away, baby. You always have,” he mumbled, tracing the curve of your lips with his thumb. “You’re just so perfect.”

You shake your head and look up at him with a lazy smile. “I’m not perfect, Ty,” you mumbled. “But you make me feel like I am. And I love you for that.”

Tyler firmly gripped your face in his hands, making sure you were listening closely to his words as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re perfect to me, and I’ll gladly keep tellin’ you that every day for the rest of our lives if I have to,”

Another blush took over your face as you brushed your nose against his. “Guess what?”

“What, dollface?”

“We’re married,” you state the obvious as you pressed your body impossibly closer to his. “You’re my husband…I’m your wife.”

Tyler’s body heated up as he processed your words, and it was as if both you and he were just now taking in the fact that you were married. Together forever. You now share a last name. Holy fuck. 

“That’s right,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “We’re married. And you’re mine for the rest of my life.”

You grinned and nodded, hugging him tightly. Tyler’s heart was beating loudly in his chest, still in a bit of disbelief at just how lucky he had gotten. He had the girl of his dreams in his arms, and he couldn’t ask for a better person to spend the rest of his days with. 

“I’m never lettin’ you go, babydoll,” he said next to your ear and smirked at the way goosebumps formed on the skin of your neck. 

“I love you so much, Ty…it almost hurts sometimes,” you confess quietly so only he could hear. 

Tyler couldn’t even bring himself to care that you both were actively in your own little world right now and tuning out your wedding guests. They would understand if they had half a mind, because you looked far too stunning for him to not want to have you in his arms for the remainder of the night. “I know what you mean,” he murmured, “I love you so damn much, it feels like my heart might explode.”

You laughed quietly before biting down on your lip, and he held back a groan as he fought the urge to throw you over his shoulder and call it a night. 

“Babydoll, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop myself from dragging you away from this party and takin’ you in the back of the truck,” he warned, but he was only half serious. 

“How romantic for our wedding night,” you hummed and he shrugged. 

“That’s where I proposed, it only makes sense,” 

You smile and lean up to kiss his stubbled cheek. “Best night of my life. Well, I guess it’s the second now,”

Tyler grinned, leaning down to nip your ear with his teeth. “You just let me know when you want to get out of here, doll. I’m ready to go when you are,”

You let out a quiet whimper before nodding quickly, and less than an hour later, you were pressed against the bedroom door as Tyler’s mouth ravished your neck. 

“You’re mine now,” he muttered, pushing down one shoulder of your dress so he could kiss every inch of your skin. “I’m not sharin’ you with anyone for the rest of the week.”

You laughed then moaned as he grabbed your waist and pressed his body against yours. “I can’t believe we’re married now,” you say for the second time tonight.

“Neither can I,” he muttered, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. “I can’t wait to fuck my gorgeous wife for the first time.”

You whimpered, letting him guide the white fabric down your body until it was the start of the clothing pile on the floor. Instead of helping you step out of it, Tyler simply grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you into his arms. You laughed, clinging onto his shoulders as he carried you over to the bed and gently set you down onto it. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned when he pulled away and took in the light blue lingerie that you were hiding under your dress. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, lifting your legs so your thighs draped over his. “Something blue?” 

Tyler scoffed, loosening his tie and pulling it off before shrugging off his suit jacket. “It’s definitely somethin’,” 

Then he leaned in and kissed along the tops of your breasts as he reached around your body to undo the clasp of your bra. He tugged the lacy fabric off you and dipped his head down to kiss along the skin it was just covering. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples as his left hand trailed down your body until it reached your panties, and he gently began rubbing you through the thin material. “Oh, God,” you whimpered, fully laying back down as you tugged at his hair. “Ty.”

Tyler grunted, pulling away from your hardened nipple only to give the other one attention as his hand slipped beneath the blue fabric. His fingers gathered your wetness and slowly slid inside of you, feeling your tight walls pulse with need. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbled, pulling away from your chest as he began placing kisses down your stomach. “I’m gonna make you cum so fuckin’ hard tonight.”

You moaned at his promise, your hands tightening in his hair as he pulled his fingers out of you and slid your damp panties down your legs, tossing them aside to join the pile. His hands gripped your thighs and spread them wider, his eyes darkening at your wet, pretty pussy. 

Without saying a word, he leaned in and buried his face against you, his tongue sliding up your slit as he spread your wetness around. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped, arching your back as he pressed his lips to your clit and kissed it a few times. 

“Tastes so good,” he praised, his voice a bit muffled as he slid his tongue back down your folds. He brought his hand back in and sunk his middle and index fingers inside your dripping core as he sucked on your puffy clit harshly. 

“Ty,” you whined, your thighs already starting to shake as you writhed against the bed. “I’m gonna cum.”

He moaned against you, fucking his fingers into you faster as he flicked your clit with his tongue. “Fuck yeah, babydoll. Cum for me,” he whispered, pressing his thumb to your bundle of nerves and circling it roughly. 

He knew just how to get you off, just what to do to get you to fall apart for him, and seconds later, that’s exactly what you did. 

You let out a loud cry before you came hard around his fingers, his digits becoming more slick as you helplessly bucked your hips. Your whines spurred him on, and he gently fucked you through your high with his fingers, his mouth kissing all along your thighs. “There you go, baby,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up to his mouth as he leaned back on his knees. He savored the sweet taste of you and moaned, wanting nothing more than to bury himself back in between your legs, but his cock was begging for attention. “That was just round one.” 

His hands moved to unzip his pants while yours went to his shirt, your shaky fingers desperately trying to unbutton it. Tyler laughed deeply, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to his unzipped pants while he took over your quest of getting his shirt off. 

The white fabric fell to the floor as you pushed down his suit pants and palmed him through his boxers. He groaned, his hands running up and down your still trembling thighs as he listened to your whiny pleas. “Feel that, dollface?” He grunted, thrusting against your hand. “That’s all for you. All yours.” 

You whimpered, letting him push you further up the bed until you were leaning back against the pillows. “Ty,” you moaned and bit your lip as he pushed his pants and boxers down and off his legs. 

“I know, baby,” he mumbled, stroking himself a few times before hovering over you. “Ready for me to fuck you senseless?” 

“Yes,” you nodded instantly, bucking your hips up and rubbing yourself against him. “Please, Ty.” 

Tyler grinned down at you before he gripped your hips and slid his cock through your sopping folds. With one deep thrust, he was all the way inside you, and you both let out a moan at the stretch. “Fuck, doll, we fit so perfectly,” he groaned, pulling out until just his tip remained, then he slid back into you hard. Each thrust was deeper than the last as he hit every single hidden spot you had inside you. “Look at me.” He grunted, taking one hand off your hip so he could grip your chin. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him with an already fucked out expression, your brows pressed together and your swollen lips wet from his mouth. You looked so damn beautiful, he’d never get enough of you. 

Tyler leaned down to kiss you deeply as he continued to pound you into the bed, swallowing every sweet sound that left your lips. “I love you so fuckin’ much,” he grunted, pulling one of your legs higher around his waist as he held eye contact with you. “My sexy wife.”

You moaned, pulling harshly on his hair. “I love you, too, Ty,”

He groaned and snaked one arm under your body, pulling you up so you were straddling him. He sat back and began moving again, thrusting a bit deeper into you from the new angle. With one hand on your hip and the other one flat against the bed behind him, he guided your body on top of his in a rhythm that made the headboard hit the wall every other second. “Wanna ride me, babydoll?” He smirked up at you and you laughed quietly. 

Your hands gripped his shoulders and shoved him down so his back was against the bed, his head nearly hanging off the end of it. His hands moved to your thighs as yours planted themselves on his chest, your sweet, tight pussy beginning to move on his cock. “Fuck, Tyler,” you moaned, tipping your head back as you moved your hips against his. 

Tyler groaned, his hands reaching up to grope your tits as he watched you take him. “That’s it,” he praised under his breath. “Ride me hard, baby.”

A strangled whine left the back of your throat as you ground your body harder and faster, riding him in a way that had him dangerously close to coming. “Holy fuck,”

He reached down and pinched your puffy clit between two fingers, his mind blanking at the way you clenched tightly around him. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped. “Keep going…wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Tyler,” you whimpered, gently digging your nails into the skin of his chest, “Fuck, it feels so good.”

You were so hot, so lost in the feeling of him inside you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to have you as his wife. “Cum for me, doll,” he mumbled, rubbing your clit more firmly. 

With a soft wail, your walls tightened around him even more as you came for the second time, this time coating his cock. “Fuck! Oh, my God, Ty,” you cried out as you fell forward onto his chest. 

Tyler continued to thrust up into you as you went limp on top of him, and a few seconds later he was coming, too. He filled you up to the brim, his hands pressing against your lower back as he held you close to him. “Goddamn, baby,” he muttered, running his fingers through your sweaty hair. “Best night of my life.”

You grinned, kissing his neck softly. “I love you, Mr. Owens,”

“I love you, Mrs. Owens,” he said back, feeling giddy about you having the same last name as him now. It felt so natural to call you that, and he knew you were his forever. “Let’s do this every night.” He playfully suggested, but he was also dead serious. 

“Sounds good to me,” you hummed, propping your chin on his chest. 

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he whispered and kissed your lips. “We should probably get some sleep. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” He gave you a suggestive look and you smiled and rolled your eyes as you got off him. 

He already missed your tight warmth, but he knew he would have full access to it for the rest of his life, so he forced himself to get over it. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” you mumbled, moving up the bed and pulling back the covers, giving him an inviting smirk over your shoulder. “I’m definitely planning on giving you a blowjob as soon as we wake up tomorrow. Just letting you know.”

Tyler huffed out a laugh as he moved up the bed as well and settled under the covers, pulling your body against his. “Doll, you spoil me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, baby. So much.”

Your smirk softened as you cuddled against his side. “I love you, too, Ty,” you said back. “Always and forever.”

“Always and forever,” he vowed, then watched as you slowly fell asleep on his chest.