#they are also very fuckin kinky about things and i will leave it at that

[redwayfarers]

My thriller scandal, take a bite, you know my favorite part

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller NSFW headcanons 

This was made with both masc and fem readers in mind. This man really has absolutely no content out there, so I'm here to provide for y'all 😎 Enjoy! (Also, sorry if this is a little dry. It's my first time posting headcanons 😔)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.) 

NSFW under the cut

-An absolute GOD at oral sex. He'll eat the pussy/suck dick as if he were famished

-Please smother him with your thighs when he eats you out/sucks you off. He'll be absolutely devastated if you don't. Doesn't care what your body type is, do it and he'll be happy for the rest of the week

"Fuckin smother me with those thighs, baby. What? No, no, don't you worry about me suffocating. If I do, then at least I'll die a happy man." 

-And if you look at him with any hint of unamusement, he'll chuckle and kiss your inner thigh. 

-Pays special attention to your clit/tip. He'll kiss at and slowly run his fingertips over it while complimenting your body. 

-"Look at this pretty little pussy/cock, baby. So adorable." 

-HEAVY on praise. Everything that falls from his mouth is either a moan or praise for you. 

-"Aw, fuck, dolly. You're taking me so well. Such a good girl/boy." 

-Prefers handjobs as opposed to head. Doesn't think you're bad at it or anything, just wants you to be able to respond to him when he talks.

-May not be big on head, but kiss his cock while your hands are wrapped around it and he might just cum right then and there. 

-Not very kinky at all, but he may have a bit of a breeding kink ngl..

-Mostly because he actually wants kids. Whether you can have them or not, he'll beg to fill you up. 

-Absolutely not a degrader. He'd feel way too bad. 

-If you really begged him, he might try degrading you, but that'll all melt away in five seconds as he gently kisses your face in apology, even if you're getting into it. 

"Oh, sunshine, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Just don't think I could degrade someone so gorgeous/handsome." 

-Very vocal, but mostly with talking. He 100% talks you through it 

"Lift your leg up a little bit for me, baby. There we go, good girl/boy." 

-If you're insecure about your body in any way, he'll carefully run his fingertips over whatever's making you insecure while fingering/jerking you off in front of a mirror. 

-"Look at that amazing body, sweetheart. Takes me so well, makes me cum everytime..so beautiful/handsome. How could you hate a body like that, hm?" 

-"Hell you mean you're too chubby/skinny? You're the perfect size for me, darling." 

-Kisses and caresses any scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks or anything else on your body you may feel self-conscious about.

-If you space out at any point, or if he just wants your eyes on him, he'll click his tongue to snap you out of your thoughts. 

-Constantly asking if you're alright. If you ever start crying during the act, he'll stop in his tracks and fuss over you. 

"Oh God, are you okay? Did I hurt you, sunshine? Too rough?" 

-Then when you convince him that you were just crying because of how good he's fucking you, he sighs in relief and chuckles a little. 

"Silly girl/boy. Had me all scared for a sec." 

-Will leave hickeys on you and will let you do it to him, but always somewhere noone else will see. You're his precious dolly, afterall. Why would Alex ever embarass you over making those marks visible? 

-Besides, with the way he's got his arm snaked around your waist in public, everyone knows you're his 

-Leaves hickeys on your chest, thighs and stomach (will definitely leave more on your thighs/belly if you're chubbier.) 

-Tickles your neck with his facial hair on purpose and smirks when it makes you giggle. 

-Has a lighthearted mindset about sex. Not opposed to making jokes and giggling during, before or after the act. As long as you're both feeling good, he's happy.  

-Tells you that your pussy/dick/ass is the best in the world. Genuinely can't get enough of it. 

"Shit, baby. This fuckin' pussy/ass is gonna make me cum..you wanna make me cum, baby? Yeah? Keep riding me then..just like that." 

-Favorite positions are ones where you're on his lap. It feels so intimate and loving, the way he can feel your grip tighten on his shoulders and see every reaction you make as his cock smoothly fucks you. 

-Mostly quite gentle. Will go harder if you want, but he's very cautious not to hurt you at all. 

-Can easily be top or bottom. Just depends on his partner wants. If you're a top? He'll gladly let you do whatever you want. Bottom? He'll take care of all your needs and desires. Switch? He's happy to flip-flop around until you're happy. 

-Makes you use your words. Rarely does things without you begging for it beforehand. 

-"Come on, darling. You know you have to beg for what you want." 

-Honestly a bit of a teaser. He'll get a big smirk on his face when you just whine to get fucked instead of asking properly. Clicks his tongue and gives a super dramatic shake of his head 

-"Oh, baby doll. That's not how we ask for things. Speak up, love. Loud and clear." 

- Can't deny you for long, though. The moment you beg he's all over you. 

-Big on eye contact. Will turn your face towards him and give you his best puppy dog eyes until your eyes stay on him

-Your pleasure always comes first 

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard and fat asf (lord have mercy 🙏🙏) 

-Aftercare is just as good as the sex. He'll run a warm bath/shower either you alone or the both of you and carefully wash whatever he can reach while sitting behind you. 

-"You did great, baby. You alright? Not sore, are ya?" "Good, good. My perfect princess/prince." 

-Then when you're both done washing up, you'd better drag your ass back to bed for one (or more) of the following: 

-#1: Cuddles

-#2: Movie/show marathon 

-#3: Round 2 >:) 

My first headcanons done! I'm sure y'all can tell that I'm an Alex girlie but honestly this man is so FINE 😫 how can I not be? I'll def make some SFW and Alex x chubby reader headcanons later, dw.

Let me know who I should do next! 

[baby-tini]

Thank you so much, we did have an amazing anniversary! We kept trying to 1up each other with gifts though…

Which brings me to this thought. Anniversaries with Mikey, specifically racer, are lowk insanely competitive. You woke him up with handmade breakfast in bed?? How funny, look at this insanely large basket of flowers he bought you yesterday, sitting on the door step. You bought him a new bike he’s been eyeing occasionally? He bought you a fucking house with a diamond ring inside, sitting on the table. Not to say he doesn’t appreciate you though— I mean, obviously he does. Through all the playful competition and light hearted teasing, he’s eternally grateful to have met you. You, the love of his life, the very reason he even convinces himself to keep going, are everything to him. After the day is over, you finally think that the playful shit is over, but I mean..come on. It’s Mikey. When is he ever not trying something?

BOOM. He’s throwing you on the bed and giving you the most back breaking, hip aching, womb blowing, chest heaving, toe curling, shoulder scratching sex you’ve EVER had. And even then he can’t stop his competitive nature. By the end of the night, you’ve cum on his cock seven times and counting.

…I need to be sedated.

I'm so glad your anniversary went well and the whole one upping each other with gifts is so fucking cute!!! Also, I had too stop reading this MULTIPLE times just so I could scream and fangirl about it, I love this idea with every part of me, truly. Let me go on a rant real quick...

He is so fuckin' competetive when it come to literally ANYTHING, so him trying too out do you on your anniversary and buy you thousand dollars worth of things, really shouldn't be a surprise baby. He is in love with you, he would do anything for you, you don't even have too ask, he learned how too mind read, don't worry. Also on birthdays, he's doing E V E R Y T H I N G, trips, jewelry, clothes, handmade gifts, you name it, he'll buy it. Nothing is too much for his girl, ever, don't even let the thought of "is this too expensive", cross your mind, cause baby... nothing is too expensive for him. If you're Mikeys girl, you're already getting the best, but enough is never enough for you, in Mikeys opinion.

THIS MAN WILL GIVE YOU THE BEST SEX OF YOUR LIFE, I'LL BET MILLIONS ON IT!!! I don't picture Racer!Mikey too be as kinky as his counterparts (*cough* Manila *cough*) but... he is definitely an experimentalist, if you wanna try it, he has no problem giving it a go. You want him too wrap his pretty hands around your throat and squeeze? Just right too where your cunt is milking him for everything he's worth? To the point your eyes are rolling all the way back as your mouth falls open, not being able too scream with how good he's fucking you? Want him too cum in you and fill you to the point your stomach is bulging? He can do that, shhh of course he can do that baby... you want him too look you in the eye as he fucks you nice and deep? Of course you do, you're such a good girl for him, always his good girl, huh? Need him too brush the wet strands of your hair away from your face as you sob for him, dragging your nails down his back? Leaving the prettiest red marks as he leaves hickeys down your chest... you want that baby? 'Course you do sweet thing, always so patient baby.. waiting just like he asked you too.

Also, if you need too be sedated? I need too be euthanized, put down like a fucking dog, I swear to you...

[himbo-in-limbo]

I get that but honestly I love the idea of being poly, but Bons and Monty are trying so hard to show me that they’re better. Bonnie leaves me limping? Monty leaves me unable to walk.

Monty gives me hickeys? Bonnie gives me small scars.

And then there’s Freddy who I don’t think would be big on the idea. He’s already pretty vanilla imo (Aside from Praise and Degradation) so he just takes you shirt off, looks at you, looks at all the bites and scratches, and just is like “Superstar… did you get mauled by a wolf or-“

And do not get me started on the idea of those two (Bonnie and Monty) doing it at the same time.

But they better also give me some good aftercare. Idk if I’ve mentioned this but as kinky as I can be, I am a pillow price/princess/enby (Depending on the day yk).

Anyway long story short I want to have Bonnie, Freddy, or Monty to cuddle me after banging my brains out.

-🐦‍⬛

TW RAUNCHY N SPICY TOPICS!! KIDDIES KEEP SCROLLING OR ILL BLOCK YOU 🔥

DAWG

Don’t even get me started on poly ships cuz OOF (I decided to draw my more anthro vers for dis)

I have thought (and still do) think about how fuckin wholesome (and hot) it’d be in a poly relationship with fronnie

Those two would be the aftercare kings like they’ll do you raw and yeah sure you probably wouldn’t be able to walk the next day but

You don’t needa lift a finger. They got chu, they’ll pamper the hell outta ya and give you sweet kisses n stuff 😩❤️ Freddie will apologize sm if he left you any bruises n stuff (meanwhile Bonnie just kisses em while giving you a wink) like ugh just imagine waking up in the morning seeing these two bring u breakfast in bed n ughhfcgjgxcbnm,,…

-ahem-

Anyways the concept of Monty n Bonnie as a duo sounds…interesting

Your a toy for them I’d wager LMAO we know Bonnie would be a bit more gentle than Monty for sure but he can still get competitive…

I honestly don’t think Monty is any good at aftercare but If Bonnie’s there he’d def nag him to grab you anything you need 😭 he’ll grumble about it but he’d cuddle you post and after sexy time but he’s pretty lazy.

Monty can’t be held down forever like bros to strong. The way he’d pin you down so fast (also that leash as a belt thing is such a big brain thing omg) very hot, he’d be so annoying with his cocky comebacks 🙄

But yes Freddy they were mauled by a gator 😭 n it was hot ngl

[feyd-meowtha]

Nine ppl I want to know better tag

Thank you very much @weimarweekly for the tag!!

LAST SONG? – Born Slippy by Underworld has been on pretty constantly for the last week or so while I've been writing my fic of the same name (check it out here if you haven't already https://archiveofourown.org/works/58271047/chapters/148392448). I have also been on a bit of a late 2000s recession pop revival so Sexy Bitch by David Guetta was on before that lol, I think 'Your Woman' by White Town might have been on before then? I was also at a reggae bar earlier so whatever they were playing there though I do not recall anything i recognised.

FAVORITE COLOR? – Pink then blue then purple. I do not fuck with warm colours any which way.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? – Big Brother UK season 5 (from 2004, its absolutely incredible TV and makes me miss home so much and if anyone spoils it I'll scream) Durarara season 2 because I was Ikebukuro last week and the Final Destination movies (currently done 3 out of 5)

LAST MOVIE? – no word of a lie.... Dune (1984) in a random cinema in Japan (because they decided to show it four days in a row?) It was incredible, the folding time scene on the big screen in 4k is a religious experience.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? – Spicy then Vinegary if thats an acceptable answer, ideally very spicy and very acidic, I like food that makes me hurt. Kinky I know.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? – Tragically for the lot of you....taken. 7 years this September and that makes me feel very ooooold. (yes i have made him watch all the dune films (and the sci-fi channel show) several times)

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? – The Our House universe lol. Also the Evangelion Tarot cards that I saw in the Eva shop and I neeeeeeeed, The Summer Hikaru Died, The House of Leaves, thinking about what might have happened to Damien Nettles and finishing all the endings in Fear and Hunger 1 and 2.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? – Details of a Psytrance Festival happening a couple of weeks from now lol (it's not necessarily my favourite music but it's happening in the mountains outside of Tokyo so I'll fuckin bite haha)

I shall tag @lvsifer @feydfuckernation @hootaran @calamity-cain @trashbag-baby666 @duesternis @swifty-fox @lisanalgaibweakestfedaykin @thebuckys

[blindrapture]

SUNDAY MAY 29TH, 2011 (Everyone's Benefit)

7:05 AM I’m happy. "I'm happy too." Hi, Mistress. "It says here you want to 'deal with' me." I, uh. I just want to make sure that Donnie and I can be safe. "Well said. I want that too. I need you in top form for your job on Wednesday. I'm looking out for you, you know? I'm trying not to grow too attached, but I am looking out. And I have a small errand for you to run today." Anything, I'll do anything you ask!!! "I know you will." something like a kiss on the cheek "I want you to go to the top of Blackpool Tower. You want to go up there, don't you? Every tourist does, and you, my pet, are just a tourist here. You need to be up there at noon, not a minute later. I'm having a package delivered right to that spot, and the postman must not be kept waiting. I'd get it myself, but I have other things to do today. You can give the package to me tomorrow morning." Okay. o: "And I want to be crystal clear on this: Under no circumstances are you to open the package. Don't go reading my mail. Don't go poking your nose." I won't! I can do this! "I know. I know. But I also know you often think you're too kinky to be punished. I assure you, I will accept that challenge if provoked. I have ways. Do not doubt my power. Did you know that my Puppets can all still think and feel? That they're aware of what I force them to do? I can do that to you." I won't disobey, I promise! "I need. To make. This. Clear. You do not 'deal with' me. I deal with you. I can replace all of your skin with wood. I can lock you away for eternity, or rather, until you get used to it." grabbed my head pulled it closer to hers. she's. staring at me. with her painted, unblinking eyes. "Do you understand?" I understand!! I obey!! "…" I obey, Mistress!!! "I'm sure you won't disappoint me." she let go of me "I also don't want to leave you so scared, as much as it's making me so fucking wet to do that to you. A scared pet isn't loyal. So I'm going to cheer you up." How are you going

(These pages have been removed. For everyone's benefit.)

11:34 AM I’m at Blackpool Tower. Now I’ve just got to go up.

11:48 AM THERE MADE IT. ..fuck, now I have to wait.

11:50 AM For posterity: Last night, when I got in bed, Donnie just immediately hugged me and asked me if I was really alright. After all the zombies. Journal, I’m beginning to think she likes me.

11:53 AM I wonder how the postman is gonna get up here. I mean, Blackpool Tower may not be a very tall tower, but it’s certainly far from ground level. Maybe he’ll go up the stairs like I did.

11:58 AM I’d better start keeping a lookout.

11:59 AM Nothing yet.

12:00 PM NothMOTHERFUCKER He’s gone he left a box what what what what. That. But that. That was, that had to be, I mean we're already dealing with the Rake, why wouldn't that faceless man have been... Why am I still alive, he was right there, I don't even feel a light cough! That was the slender man!!!

12:11 PM Anyway, um, he left this package. It’s labelled “To: Harlequin.” Harlequin?

12:34 PM Back to the main street. This package smells a lot like rotting meat.

12:57 PM God, the stench. It’s worse than shit. I think I can smell shit in it.

1:11 PM strings in your head don't open it

1:30 PM HOME

1:31 PM Package safely put under the bed. The terrible stench is gonna get it spotted, for sure, but at least I won’t be the one who opens it.

4:56 PM Donnie complained about the smell in our room. I insisted it wasn’t me. Troper 1 suggested it was the smell of the zombies drifting in. Fuckin’ saved my bacon, pal.

6:28 PM YEAH I KNOW RIGHT, WHAT IS THAT??? god this is so awkward

7:12 PM Gaaah, I just wanna go to beeeed. I want to be a good boy and not be killed please please please.

8:30 PM THIS DAY IS TAKING FOREVER

10:02 PM Dinner was beans and hot dogs.Yummy.I suggested an early night. Donnie agreed. With a wink. Holy fuck, my life might just be good.

11:15 PM We cut the cuddling short because the stench was getting unbearable. Mistress pretty much cockblockedme. D:

(Attached: "I'm a piece of shit, I'm a miserable little piece of shit. That's how finding my father's notebooks affected me. I had so fixated myself on living large and being a rockstar that I hadn't bothered with restraint or self-reflection, and all this time my father had been wrestling a crippling depression. I didn't even know. He spent his childhood fleeing one government, finding the next country's government not much better, and migrating more. This brought more perspective on the reasoning behind my family's move to America when I was just a little boy. In his later years, he saw his son taking a musical talent and running it into the ground, and yet none of his notes criticize me. He saw what he believed to be American corruption turn his own spawn into an apathetic alcoholic, and he turned not to his son's faults but to the system at large. And my father never once turned to drink, himself. He was a man of a certain kind of constitution: That of self-harm. I had no idea. My mother did. This is why she grew more stressed in the years leading up to his death. She cared too much about him, and this only made him feel guiltier. When I joined the Sunsetters and we released The Mythology of Empathy, my father's notes are nothing but glowing praise and adoration. He described our music as 'the inalienable victory over the greedy eagle.' Yet at the time I kept partying hard and refusing to give a damn about my family.")

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[astarab1aze]

Kai and Loux F + K + M >:)

sexy abc

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ?  Was any of them nervous ?  Did it live up to their expectations ?

you and i both know what we've plotted and written already, and they're nasty. they were filthy. loux wasn't nervous, he was horny and he wanted to fuck and get fucked by kai somethin' fierce, leaving aside the bitterness over him butting into his 'market' of druggies looking to score. how dare kai do anything, here let loux give him the strangest sexy night ever in response-- and then inevitably wind up wrapped around his finger as if he hadn't just been thinking about beating his ass. how the turns have tabled. on the real though, obviously he was satisfied. loux didn't have any expectations per say, so he was pleasantly surprised, and obviously the rest is history. now look at them. they be fuckin' all the time, and i think that's beautiful

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ?  Any favourite kind of kisses ?  Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

kissing is important as hell because they're both physical by nature. physical affection et al is their thing, it's how they show each other their deepest feelings in a way they can both understand perfectly. i'm not sure they have any specific rituals about it cos it's not really like that for them either. it's just an always and forever sort of deal, whenever and wherever and in all ways. i don't think it's a 'kiss before bed' they care about - it's kissing at all. they kiss all the time, in passing and in dedicated moments for it and certainly literally whenever they feel like it. i don't know that i'm articulating my thoughts on this very well, but it seems to me that it's not the specifics that matter for them. i do think that loux's favorite kisses are the ones he catches kai a little bit off guard, or when they're having sex and neither of them can keep themselves from moaning all breathlessly into each other's mouths-

M ─ Masturbation. Do they engage in it ?  Together or alone ?  Do they enjoy watching their partner masturbating ?  Do they use any toys, or just their hands ?

hmm. i think it would really, really depend on certain circumstances. kai doesn't strike me as the voyeuristic type and i think we talked about it once before - like he'd want to join in immediately, put the dick down babe and lemme do it typa deal. that being said, i do think loux would want to tease him from time to time in this manner since he's effectively into everything. like it would be very exciting for him to see kai lose his mind while he touches himself, whether by fingering himself, beating off, or both at once. getting kai excited in a way he literally Just Can't help himself? top tier, in his mind. likewise, loux would probably go balls to the wall if kai made him do the same, so lol but kai could do anything and he'd pretty much be on board, drooling, ready to ride, bend over, suck, eat, whatever have you. i don't know that they would use toys, but i don't think they wouldn't either? they're both kinky as fuck so i can see them doing all kinds of things to incite each other throughout their masturbatory moments, if one or the other was watching. i also don't think it would last for very long before they're all over each other like sex is going out of style

[filthforfriends]

Context: thinking ab Victoria in Mamma Mia MV

No bc they could've picked ANY OTHER GIRL for Victoria to kiss in the Mamma Mia MV and they picked a WOC? Melaninated AND textured hair?????? TEXTURED HAIR😫❤️

🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

😫😫😫😫 ❤️

There's hope må kinky/curly girlies of color THERES HOPE like so u mean I have a CHANCE??? ❤️😫🙌🏽

¡sí se puede! THIS is what movement leaders of the past fought for (joking)

Ahahaha how many racist ass må fans were pressed as hell seeing that aha stay mad bitches

In all seriousness ik that can be a whole fuckin thing bc yea with everything they've done in the past , this could be seen as like tokenism or like "see we're not racist!1!!1!" But I see it as like making an effort and not caring what racists might say and how it was so well received (as far as I know 😶👉🏽👈🏽) makes me feel 🤏🏽 this much safer in the fandom kinda bc ugh yes queer wlw representation that's not just (I say this respectfully) 2 white bitches and the fact that she was darker skinned too with at the least 3C curly pattern

Say what u want I love the effort and how esp for Europeans and esp in Italy this was a bold move considering how racist and homophobic it is over there, only imagining the level of hate straight interracial couple face and noninterracial queer couples face there a queer wlw interracial lil kiss moment in the MV is bold and an effort and was a statement of exactly what they (at least try to) stand for and I enjoy it

If any racist må fans were pressed y'all can leave the fandom and either stay mad or educate yourselves away from hate and unlearn all that stuff (from what I saw probably no one was pressed but I don't know bc I'm on the American side of the må fandom socials and we didn't care here we loved it)

This is why artists need to be outspoken about these things this is why representation matters

I remember there being a shift in media representation when Obama was elected where commercials went from exclusively white to including POC. It’s no coincidence that Glee came out a year after his election. I don’t know which European countries have had a similar cultural shift. For me, employing POC as a “woke” artist is the bare minimum. It’s simply what I expect at this point, regardless of the demographics where they’re shooting the footage. Obviously I am very privileged to grow up in a part of the US so liberal that I can have this expectation. I also recognize that Vic's love interest being a WOC was a conscious choice and that the representation was incredibly important. I wish they’d kept that energy for other videos but they didn’t

[petalsxfallen]

Despite her loudly declared dislike of Christmas, Petal had once again joined the Smith family for the holiday. This time it wasn't as unexpected as the previous year, since everyone had been suspecting that she would have been their guest once again, but no one mentioned it.

No need to get on her bad side by pointing out how she seemed to enjoy the festivity deep down.

Summer and Morty had been prepared this year. They had gotten their present for her a couple of weeks in advance, which meant that they also had the time to wrap them properly.

Summer was the first to approach the Gem, dropping a purple package in her lap. There was no thread or ribbon, nothing that could suggest a connection to Christmas. Inside, there was a black T-shirt, slightly ripped on the sides and under the collar, punk style, sporting a bright pink inscription that spelled "Queen Bitch".

"Merry random day of the year," the redhead exclaimed with a giggle, clinking her beer can against Petal's, before working away to leave room to his brother, so that he too could drop off his presents.

"Uh, I-I'm not making a big deal about it, j-just I wanted to get you a present. 'C-Cause I felt like to," Morty rushed to say, very well aware that, by wording it in that way, he was definitely putting the accent on that specific occasion, but he still hoped that the pearl wouldn't call him out on it. "S-So, uh, happy...un-Christmas?"

His gift was wrapped in emerald green paper and was bigger than Summer. Under the paper, there was a cardboard box, filled with accessories for Midnight. A new bowl, some high quality dry and wet food and a few interactive toys. He knew that the Gem had never bought her feline companion anything, so he had figured that he could do it for her.

The last to approach her was Rick. The scientist dropped down next to her on the couch, wordlessly passing her a fresh can of beer, before taking a swing from his own. His free hand slipped underneath his lab coat and he pulled out two tickets written in an obscure alien language.

"I-If you wanna bail this boring shit after dinner, w-we could go and have a look at this," he offered with a shrug. It was a place he had meant to check out for a while, but he had preferred waiting to have company. It seemed the kind of thing that could be more fun with a friend.

"I-It's like a super kinky sex dungeon, b-but you can choose between sex and violence for every room you pick. P-Plenty of options. I-I know a guy who's been there, s-someone who's not easy to impress, an-and he fuckin' loved it. T-Totally worth a try, if you ask me."

@countlessrealities

Though petal would never voice it outloud she had looked forward to this celebration. Deep down her hatred for christmas came out of jealousy. Others being able to spend the holiday surrounded by others that cared about them. It took awhile for petal to accept but now she knew. She wasn't alone anymore.

Meeting the smiths had been the best thing that ever happened to her. Sure she wouldn't voice that exactly but at this point she had made her feelings known. Either by doing countless favors for the three of them or saving their asses on more than one occasion. Not to mention all the fun adventures she'd taken them on.

Petal was more than appreciative of the gift summer decided to give her. A grin stretching across her face once she ripped apart the paper. Laying her sights on the shirt in question. "Killer." She replied as she gazed admiringly at the ripped garment. "Totally fits with my style. Thanks summer." She replied before taking it and placing it in her pocket dimension for safe keeping.

"Yeah sure whatever you say morty." She responded with an eyeroll but it was clear from her more relaxed expression that she wasn't teasing him too much. A warm smile graced her features once she opened his present. "Oh nice! Midnight is gonna love this." Right on cue she reached into her gem. Pulling out the cat from her pocket dimension.

A lot of the time she just had the cat chilling in there. That way the petals inside her gem could take care of him. Plus it offered him more warmth and comfort than the cave they'd lived in for the longest time. She had only started looking for apartments now since she kinda had a new lease on life after having her memories wiped for all those months.

"Here you go little buddy. Look what morty got you." With that she just placed him in the box to chill alongside his new toys and various other cat items. So far petal had been mostly feeding him fish. Not fish flavored cat food but literal fish that she'd caught with her bare hands.

"You're a fucking lifesaver rick." She spoke as she grasped at the tickets. "I'm totally bailing with you. I just know jerry's gonna be playing the most corny christmas shit known to man. Hopefully I can play some actually half decent movies for you guys but I'm not gonna be here to suffer through your dad's worst picks." She laughed shrugging afterwards. "This might end of being one of the better christmases I've had."

[outlustings]

Can I get some headcanon of miles and Eddie with a sweet & kind s/o whos secretly really, really kinky behind closed doors and has a big libido??

(now this was hard to write because i'm a capital B bitch and don't know how kind people act so it's mostly just filthy nasty gross stuff. hope it's still good </3)

MILES UPSHUR

When Miles first met you, he definitely bought into your sweetness and liked it. You seemed so kind and gentle that he felt almost guilty for being attracted to you - you deserved someone better, he told himself.

But he often woke up during lonely nights, trying to catch his breath, having dreamt of you. Waking up with an achingly hard cock and a flurry of emotions, he often reached for his phone to text you but always decided against it out of shame.

Eventually you got to know each other and started seeing each other more often and oh boy, when the subject changed even slightly towards suggestive stuff after a few cheap beers - Miles was in for a ride.

He was shocked but so, so, pleased.

You are so nasty it makes him dizzy whenever you two get it on and he loves the way you make him feel. Always trying new things, always bringing new stuff into the bedroom. It's amazing, it really takes his edge off.

Miles is so eager to please you with everything he has. He even watches shibari instruction videos behind your back just to show you some "cool new tricks". He tries so hard.

He's very proud that he can please you, and if you're up to rounds two, three and four, he will gladly use his mouth and fingers on you while he recovers. He's amazing with his tongue.

Just please sit on his face.

Miles grinned from between your legs as he switched off the vibrator, the buzzing stopping yet the thrumming of your blood in your ears remained.

"You okay?"

His voice was muffled by your own blood coursing through your veins. You nodded weakly.

"Good," he kissed the inside of your trembling thigh, sighing and propping himself up on his elbows on the bed, his toned stomach resting on top of your crotch as he snaked towards your face, eyeing you carefully, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you laughed, "Believe me, Miles, I'm good."

"And when you're bad, you get better," he cocked his head to the side, winking at you.

"Fuckin' Mr. Film School over here..." you grumbled, shifting underneath his body weight, your hands straining against the gaudy pink handcuffs that held you to the straps on the mattress, "Are you gonna make me cum again?" you challenged.

Miles laughed mischievously.

"Might just leave you like this and come back later."

×

EDDIE GLUSKIN

He loves the innocent front you put up, but the fact that only he gets to know his partner's dirtier side is something that drives him wild again and again. It absolutely makes him feel special that his special someone is so kinky and twisted behind the backs of pretty much everyone. It's a filthy little secret that the two of you share and he thinks it's special, like you're perfectly made just for him.

Adores your kindness and softness, it's like you never have anything bad to say about anything ever. Eddie is thrilled to have someone whose outwardly manner is "good and old-fashioned".

Your insatiable libido is like heaven to him, because he is also insatiable in the same kind of way. Animalistic fucking at the drop of a hat and never-ending pleasure - that's what he loves about you. Eddie will have you full of his seed, spent and bruised from his rough treatment, but you want more, more of him and more of your own pleasure, and who is he to deny such a wonderful request? It's like a challenge to him. He wants to tame his whore.

Chases, to him, double as foreplay. Nothing like a little adrenaline spike.

He will never admit it for as long as he lives, not to his sweet darling, but he gets rock hard thinking about all the new and exciting ways he could ruin you and fuck you into oblivion. Every kind of obscene kink is on the table with him, and it's almost like a game or a waltz between the two of you: who's more kinky and fucked up?

He will break you. He wants to break you.

The straitjacket restricted your laboured breathing as Eddie pounded into you from behind, the makeshift ankle restraints on your legs clinking loudly against the gurney with every thrust. His hand on the back of your neck, squeezing, pushing down, as he fucked you mercilessly, evidence of your two previous rounds leaking from you down your thighs. You screamed until your throat felt raw as Eddie angled his hips up a little bit and pistoned into your leaking hole, muttering curses.

"Darling, isn't this - aah - just what you wanted?" you could feel his predatory gaze searing onto the curve of your ass as he licked his lips and gave a firm smack to your left buttock. You squealed, knees jerking and trembling as he panted, his hips snapping forward so much faster than your abused body could take, all the while he kept mumbling feverishly. "I'm going to cum inside you. Breed you."

You saw stars.

[lizzienaut]

leaving the community

oh man, hardly thought i’d see the day when this would happen. i’m not really sure where to start this post to be honest, so apologies in advance for having to read my poorly thought out ramblings.

for those that don't wanna read, the tl;dr = i'm furthering myself from the sfw community, this blog is going on a permanent hiatus, you can find me @buntopiia or @kinkynaut if youre 18+, im just generally unhappy and tired here but im so grateful for all of the support and all the super cool friends i made here <33 its not goodbye forever!!

it’s been a good run, hasn’t it? but then again, it’s not like im going away completely — i'm still gonna be active on tumblr, just not in the sfw side of the tickle community. i'll also be active on my new main, which is @buntopiia, so if you aren't 18+ or just arent comfy with nsfw content, you can still find me there if you ever wish to talk.

so here comes the nitty gritty of it all; i just don't enjoy being here anymore. im sure its super apparent to everyone that the sfw community is always on the brink of tearing itself apart, barely being held together by its seams - and to be honest, i'm just completely over it. it seems that we can't go a day here without someone getting death threats or being told to kill themselves over the way they perceive their interest in tickling, which is such a stupid fuckin sentence to type out, but here we are.

the rampant hatred everyone seems to have for each other is draining. and this isn't about the anons that i've gotten specifically- i found those funny more than anything (i'm still a slut well denizen at heart), but a whole slew of other things as well. the constant drama feels reminiscent of high school, and come to think of it, it's probably because the sfw community is filled mainly with minors. mostly ones who don't know how to cultivate their own online experience and blame the adults for it, but i digress. every callout post is just a reminder of how toxic and shitty the sfw side of the community can be. lots of people hide behind the "sfw" title to seem innocent and approachable. lots of people demonize the nsfw community for everything that happens here. but in all honesty, when's the last time you've seen any big drama from the nsfw community?

lots of people stay in their own little bubble there, curating their own content and reblogging from each other solely. i find that (most) adults are very good at following their dni criteria and keeping minors away, even if they don't listen. and the fact that the kinksters are so harshly spoken about by the sfw community is another major factor as to why i'm leaving.

i have a tickle fetish. i see tickling as something both nonsexual in platonic scenarios and sexual in romantic ones (in my own life, of course). hearing people constantly saying having a fetish is gross or vile or whatever is genuinely upsetting, which is why i was in denial about it for the longest time. i felt disgusting for it. i was so ashamed and terrified of people finding out, because i thought it would make me some kind of "pervert" or something, which also sounds incredibly stupid when i type it out.

like seriously, this is a post about tickling. the fact that we have drama and community politics over here is the dumbest shit i've ever heard lmfao

but yeah. i feel safer in the nsfw community than i do here now. i'll post the occasional fluffy tickle art on my main, but other than that, all of my content will be posted onto my kink account. and you're more than welcome to interact with my main!! you dont even need to be on anon or a main yourself, im more than okay with tickle blogs interacting with me. it isnt something im ashamed of anymore, and being in the nsfw community has helped me overcome that fear. being unabashedly kinky is extremely freeing, tbh.

its been fun and ive seriously enjoyed my time here with you guys <33 again, i'm not gone completely! i'm just distancing myself from the "sfw" brand and moving on to other things. thank you for everything <3

[pricetagofficial]

Pair of Aces -H.D. [18+]

Warnings: Language, I made Harvey too hot for words, NSFW smut, drinking, smoking, car sex, self sex, oral sex, sex sex,  Harvey is a gift giver, I don’t make the rules, fluff, raunchy jokes and humor, sexy drink names

Paring: Harvey Dent x Reader

Masterlist

Part One Part Three

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: This is the official/unofficial part two to Baby Doll. You can find it in the link above! After writing the first one, I had so many ideas that I wanted to do so I made another and here we are folks. 5.6k words of complete self indulgence. Blame Elle, (who also made this fabulous banner for me, love you!)

Harvey had his arm draped over your shoulders, keeping you within reach. Sure, this was supposed to be a friendly poker game but that didn't mean he trusted these fuckers with being within ten feet of you. 

It really didn't help that you dressed the way you did. The short leather skirt alone was enough to kill him. But when he saw the white sleeveless crop top with a golden chain laced across exposing your breasts, he swore his heart stopped.

Pressed close to Harvey's side, you shivered feeling the chain brush against your skin. You could feel several pairs of eyes trail over your body, only making Harvey tighten his hold on you.

The game was supposed to be between Harvey, Roman Sionis, and Oswald Cobblepott. Once a month, the three men put aside their differences for a couple of games of poker. No business was allowed, except potential info against a common enemy usually centered around a particular bat-obsessed freak.

The door at the end of the hall had several men standing guard, looking down at you and Harvey.

“There was nothing about bringing a guest,” one said. 

“Didn’t want to leave her all alone, thought she could learn something tonight,” Harvey explained, tightening his grip on your waist. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, daring the guards to try and pry you away from him. 

The larger one huffed and crossed his arms, a grin on his face. “We’ll have to pat you down before letting you in.” 

Releasing his hold on you, Harvey stepped forward with his hands up as the guard patted down his chest and legs to make sure he isn’t hiding anything suspicious. Finding the gun in his coat, the guard gave Harvey a look before he raised a brow. 

“Gotta protect my girl somehow,” he said, looking at him. “You never know the kind of creeps are out there.” 

The guard shrugged and let him pass, putting a hand out to stop you from following him. 

“Hey! You did your inspection, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The guard’s grin got wider, his eyes hiding something malicious in them. “I said I had to pat you down, both of you.” 

“That’s a load of fucking bullshit,” he growled, stepping back to protect you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed his cheek. 

“Relax baby, I’ll be alright,” you assured, stepping back and putting your hands in the air. You felt the guard’s hands start on your waist and make their way up your torso, moving to grab your breasts. Before he could, you lifted your foot and slammed the heel of your stiletto into his foot. 

“Don’t you fucking think about it,” you frowned, listening to the guard hiss at the pain before finishing up and letting you through. 

Harvey chuckled, watching you handle yourself before grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest. Placing a kiss on your lips, he opened the door and led you in. 

The room was filled with smoke from cigars and cigarettes galore, and there was a bad smell in the air that reminded you of the gym locker rooms. It smelled of sweat, meat, and something else you didn’t want to linger on. 

Harvey’s eyes raked the room, eyeing Roman and Oswald already sitting in their chairs having what seemed to be a friendly chat. Walking further into the room, Harvey pulled out his chair and sat. 

“Sorry it took so long boys, had some personal matters to attend to,” he said, unbuttoning his coat and pulling out a cigarette. He looked at you, an expectant look on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you leaned over his body the leather skirt riding up your ass. Reaching into his coat, you pulled out the lighter and lit the cig in his mouth. He knew you hated it when he smoked, but he couldn’t deny how unbelievably hot it was to watch you light them for him. 

Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke, his eyes not leaving you. “Thanks, baby doll,” he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. Glancing to the side, he didn’t miss the looks Roman and Oswald were giving you. Wanting to prove that you were untouchable, he reached forward toying with the golden chain of your top. 

“Why don’t you go get daddy a drink?” he asked, brushing the skin of your breasts with his finger ever so lightly. 

“Yes sir, Mr. Dent.” you winked, standing straight. As you turned to pour him a drink, Harvey grinned and slapped your ass, earning a light squeal from you. 

Roman’s eyes narrowed in on the sway of your ass as you walked, what he wouldn’t give for an hour alone with you. Leaning on the arm of his chair, his gaze raked over your body lingering on your exposed breasts. He swore Dent brought you along just to brag, not that he would complain. The sweet image of you bent over the arm of the chair was enough to satiate his wants for the time being. 

Harvey narrowed his eyes, “Something on your mind Sionis?” 

You walked back over, Harvey’s scotch in your hand not ignoring the looks all the men in the room were giving you. Taking a sip of it yourself, you handed it to him, your lipstick staining the glass. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing with an ugly bastard like Harv?” Roman asked, a grin forming on his face. 

“More than you could ever imagine,” Harvey responded, glaring him down. 

Roman leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes watching you intently. Snapping his fingers to get your attention, he grinned. “How about a Kinky Blow Job, princess.” 

Harvey looked as if he was about to explode, gripping the arms of the chair he was in. Roman caught his gaze, not missing your flustered state at his bold request. “I mean the drink, Dent. Your girl should know how to do a Kinky Blow Job right? Or were those personal matters over a Juicy Pussy?”

Not wanting to be rude, you walked over and made the drink Roman requested. If you weren’t so well versed in various drink names this would have been a very awkward position. Mixing the pink drink, you put a straw in it before making your way over to Roman. 

His gaze alone was enough to give you shivers, Roman watched your movements like he was waiting for the right time to strike and make you his meal. 

“Here you go, Mr. Sionis.” 

Roman reached for the drink, his cold hand brushing yours ever so slightly sending shivers down your spine. “What’s the matter, princess, too cold? I know a way or two to warm my fingers up.” he winked. 

Pulling your hand back, you could feel Harvey burning holes into Roman’s chest as he continued to openly flirt with you not bothering to turn his gaze away from your exposed chest. 

“Will that be all, Mr. Sionis?” you asked, clasping your hands behind your back.

Deciding he had enough fun, he waved you away before looking at Harvey. “Such a polite little thing, how long did it take you to train her?” he asked, sipping his drink. 

The second you were close enough, Harvey grabbed your waist and pulled you down to rest on his knee. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he threatened, placing a kiss to the back of your throat. Your hand came to rest on his knee, squeezing gently as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder enough to leave a mark. 

“It’s a joke, Dent.” Roman chuckled, “Lighten up some,”

You felt his hand wrap around your middle, securing you against his chest resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Both of ya, shut the ‘ell up and play the fuckin’ game!” Oswald snapped, dueling out the cards. “Buch o’ bloody wankers.” 

Picking up the cards dealt to him, Harvey kept you close. There was no way in hell he was letting anyone, especially Roman get their grubby hands on you. Looking at his cards, he reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of bills. 

“Put half of that on the table for me baby doll,” he said, eyeing you as your body arched over to toss half the wad on the table. Handing it back to him, he took the bills, grinning as he stuffed them into your top. “Why don’t you keep that safe for me?” 

“Yes, sir Mr. Dent.” you breathed, feeling his fingers lightly brush against your nipples through the top.

Content with your reaction, Harvey leaned back in his seat as you turned and draped your legs across his lap. Placing his hand on your knees, he pulled you close. Watching his hand, he glanced at the other two before setting his cards down. 

“What’s with that look Dent, confident or scared you’ll lose?” Roman called, glancing up from his cards. 

“What, worried you’ll lose to me?” 

“I thought you liked to leave things to chance or was that all an act?” 

Harvey didn’t like the fact Roman was trying to goad him into betting more money. Looking at his cards again, he still had a high chance to win. Turning to look at you, Harvey slid a finger into your top and pulled it back enough to pull out the bills and toss them onto the table. 

You weren’t happy he fell for Roman’s obvious ploy at trying to rile him up. These poker games were meant to be simple fun between crime lords, but you knew how dangerous they could be. One second they were betting money, and the second someone’s ego got fluffed they gambled away their firstborn child. 

Hours passed, and you watched as they played through three games already and dealt out the fourth and final round. Each man won a round each, and this one was to take home the cake to prove who was the best poker player. Roman had a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you didn’t like the results that could come of that.

Oswald was oddly the most generous of the three, offering you free champagne and even a platter of sandwiches that were prepared just for you. 

Harvey however, refused to let you off his lap. He worried the second he let go, you would disappear. It said a lot when he didn’t trust his own men with you, but he trusted Roman and Oswald’s men even less. 

“Final round boys, ‘ow ‘bout we up the stakes?” Oswald asked, tossing the final few cards. 

Roman grinned, his teeth a shocking white against the dark of the room. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with his handwriting scrawled across it. “One free night with any girl of your choosing from my club.” Tossing the paper onto the table, his gaze turned to Oswald. 

“Up that, you old bird.” 

“Shut up!” Oswald thought long and hard, he didn’t have anything like that to bet. He didn’t dabble in sex clubs or prostitutes. He had more class than that, but he did have something a lot of people sought after. 

Pulling a piece of paper out, he wrote his offer illegible from your distance. True to form, Oswald Cobblepott had chicken scratch handwriting. 

“One free night, in the private secluded box in the Iceberg Lounge. Enough for you and two guests.” 

Nodding appreciatively, Roman smiled and turned his gaze to you and Harvey. His smile didn’t waver one bit, as if he knew what was about to happen next. “What are you going to bet, Dent? It seems money isn’t an option, fuck knows we have plenty of it.” 

“He could bet tha’ little ‘ore of ‘is?” 

Harvey’s grip tightened on your waist, holding you protectively against him. 

“What’s the matter Dent, I thought you were confident in your card skills?” Roman grinned, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. 

“No.” he growled. “She isn’t for sale.” 

“Oh come on Dent, why don’ you let the coin decide?” Oswald chuckled, knowing full well what Harvey would do. 

You watched as he reached into his pocket, toying with his coin between his fingers. 

“Harvey, you can’t be serious?” you asked, muttering into his ear. “I thought you said I wasn’t for sale, remember?” 

“Relax doll,” he said, turning his gaze to you. Harvey knew it was reckless, but he couldn’t refuse what the coin decides. “Have a little faith in me,” 

You watched with wide eyes as he set the standard. Heads, it was a no. Tails, you were to be placed on the betting table. The deal was one night, equal to that of the others and you had more than monetary value to Harvey. Or so you hoped. 

Flipping the coin, you held your breath watching as he caught it and flipped it onto the back of his hand to reveal the damaged side of his double-sided coin. 

Your voice died in your throat, looking at him with a concerned look. 

“You fucking asshole,” you snapped getting off his lap to stand behind him. There was no way you could watch this hand play out, not when your virtue was on the line. 

“Now that the bets have been placed, let’s play some cards, boys.” Roman grinned and began the round, his eyes not leaving your figure once. 

The next twenty minutes were some of the most agonizing twenty minutes of your life. You watched in worry as Harvey played the game. His hand was pretty good, but did that mean it was better than the others? At some point, you had to stop watching, the anxiety making it too much to bear knowing your fate rested in the cards. Biting your nail, you watched as they finally folded and waited for the results. 

Oswald flipped his card, showing that he had a full house. Not bad, but there were higher hands to play that could win.

Roman chuckled, flipping his cards over to reveal a four of a kind all in diamonds. That was a pretty damn good hand, if Harvey didn’t have a better hand it seemed you would be going home with Roman Sionis spending your night filled with Kinky Blow Jobs and Juicy Pussies. You couldn’t deny the man oozed sex appeal, but you wanted it on your terms and not from a fucking poker game. 

Clenching your fists, you watched as Harvey tsked and turned his cards to reveal a straight flush. “Sorry boys, but Y/N is going home with me tonight.” 

You watched Roman clench his jaw, irritated at the fact he lost a night with you all to himself. Getting from his seat, he put a hand in his pocket and adjusted his cigar. “Well played Dent, next time maybe you won’t be so lucky.” 

Both Oswald and Harvey got to their feet and shook hands. “Good game gentlemen, same time next month?” 

Harvey put all of his stuff into a bag before walking over to you. He didn’t miss the glare you were giving him, nor did he miss the way Roman sauntered up to you taking your hand and pulling you closer. 

“Such a shame to miss out on a night with you, princess. Maybe Dent will bring you along again next time and we’ll see what happens then.” He pulled your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss to your smooth skin. 

Giving him a hard glare, you bit your cheek. “You may be nice on the eyes Mr. Sionis, but you might want to remember you can’t buy the best things in life.” you snapped, pulling your hand away. “And I don’t come cheap.” 

Harvey bit his lip to hide his chuckle at the sight of Roman’s face. Walking over he wrapped an arm around your waist, planting a hand firmly on your ass. He knew you were pissed at him, it seemed he had a lot to make up for. 

“Later boys,” he called walking out with you on his side. As a silent promise, his large hand gripped your ass roughly while you walked, the skirt riding up to expose the underside of your cheek and black thong. 

“That fucker,” Roman growled, walking out himself. 

***

Harvey led you back to the car, where your driver and security detail waited. 

“You have a lot of groveling ahead of you Dent if you even think about sleeping in the same bed tonight.” 

Leaning to press soft kisses to your throat, Harvey wrapped both arms around you as he kissed your collar. “How about I start right now,” he muttered against your skin. “I know how much you love being fucked in the backseat.” 

Gripping his hair, you tipped your head back breathing heavily from his onslaught of kisses and public display. His hands wandered lower, toying with the bottom of your skirt as he pressed you against the car door. 

“You’re lucky you’re hot.”

Harvey grinned against your skin, before looking at the driver. “You go ahead with security, I have some business to attend to.” he grabbed the keys and unlocked the door, pulling away long enough to watch you slide in and spread your legs for him to see your dripping cunt on full display to him and anyone else around. Sucking in a harsh breath, he dove in after you and shut the door, locking it behind him. 

His lips were on yours in an instant, hips prying your legs further apart, the skirt bunched up to give him access. Harvey mumbled soft apologies against your skin as he left open-mouthed kisses across your collar. His hands danced across your thighs, as they made their way up to your pussy. 

Letting out a sigh, you arched your back feeling him swipe through your folds moaning at the sudden contact. His fingers entered into you, quickly stretching your hole to accommodate his cock to impatient to take his time with you. 

Gripping the leather of the seat, you moaned his name. “Harvey! Please!” 

Hearing your cries, his hand continued to thrust in and out of your pussy before pulling back and undoing his belt. Quick to pull out his cock, he fisted it several times watching you writhe and drip onto the leather beneath you. 

“Hold on baby doll,” he promised. “I’ll take care of you.” Gripping your hips, Harvey pushed your thong to the side and thrusted into you, bottoming out in two strokes. 

Your body spasmed, trying to take in all you were feeling. Sinful moans left your lips feeling him stretch you perfectly as he picked up the pace. All you could hear over your ragged breath was Harvey’s hushed apologies as his hips rutted into yours followed by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

You could feel the car rock back and forth from the force of his thrusts, Harvey desperate to make you cum. Reaching down, his thumb played with your clit making you tip your head back and kick against the door. 

“Oh fuck, Harvey!” you cried, gripping the back of his shirt. “I-I’m so close, baby. So close.” 

Hearing you gasp for air, Harvey thrusted harder into you knocking the air back out of your lungs watching as silent moans left your perfect lips. Your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Harvey driving into you. 

Swearing as your walls clench around him, Harvey moaned your name, continuing his pace. “You look so perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect as your pretty pussy takes my cock.” 

Feeling the build-up, your thighs tensed around his waist while you clawed at his shirt. 

“Fuck! Harvey, I’m gonna--” your words were cut off by a loud moan as you came on his cock, feeling it drip down your exposed ass. 

Thrusting into you twice more, Harvey buried his cock inside you as he came, marking you as his as your mixed juices pooled beneath you. The smell of sex filled the car, as he continued to place kisses all over your body. 

Panting heavily, you pulled his head up to kiss him. “Oh fuck…” you muttered, resting back against the car seats. Harvey looked down at you, pressing kisses to your cheek. 

“Let me take you home doll, really make it up to you.” 

Barely hearing his words, you nodded and closed your eyes. Feeling him pull out of you, you whined at the loss of contact before feeling his lips on your neck. Letting out a hiss, you tilted your head to the side feeling him suck the skin between his teeth really marking you as his this time. 

Tucking himself back into his pants, Harvey climbed into the front seat and started the car before driving off. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw you splayed across the back seat recovering from the orgasm he just gave you. He saw your lipstick smeared across his lips, chuckling at the thought of how fucked out he must look. 

You could still feel the ache Harvey left between your legs, begging to be used again. Reaching down, you slipped two fingers into your pussy trying to convince yourself that it was Harvey. The ache resided some, but it wasn't enough. 

“Harvey…” you whined, bucking your hips into your hand. “Please!”

Glancing at you in the mirror, Harvey swallowed hard as he watched your toy with yourself while begging for him. “I’m going doll, wait until we get home.” his voice strained, trying to keep himself from driving into traffic. 

Sliding a hand up, you gripped your own breast and played with your nipple through the top, continuing to finger yourself. “I want to feel you, baby, please! It’s too much!” 

Going faster than the speed limit, Harvey palmed his growing bulge as he listened to the squelching of your fingers pumping your mixed juices back into you. With every whine and moan, his pants got tighter until it was so painful he couldn’t focus. 

Pulling into the garage, he all but jumped out of the car before walking over to the door and pulling it open to see you fucking yourself until you came. Loud moans left your lips, echoing across the garage as Harvey watched you pull your fingers out and lick them clean. 

“Holy fucking shit doll,” he muttered, pulling you out of the car. Kicking the door shut, he helped you balance on your feet before leading you up to the bedroom, his hands not leaving your body once. 

“When we get there, I’ll make it all up to you,” he promised, muttering against your shoulder. “I’ll worship every inch of you, give you a special gift and everything.” His hands roamed your body, reveling in the way you shivered under his touch. He’ll make you forget all about his stupid bet, and make you feel so good you won’t want to leave the bed.

Leaning into his touch, you walked with him as he opened the door. “You still have a lot of apologizing left to do, better get started.”

Harvey hummed into your shoulder, leading you towards the bedroom of your lavish apartment. Entering the room, he led you to the mirror and held you against his chest. You watched his hands as they traveled up your body before grabbing your breasts through your top and giving them a tight squeeze. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night with this fucking top,” he grumbled, listening to your airy breaths as he played with your breasts. “Who the fuck thought it was legal to sell you this shirt?” 

“The sales per-person,” you gasped, leaning into his touch. Feeling him pinch your nipples, you hissed pressing your ass into his crotch. 

Keeping a hand on your breasts, the other slid down your body sending little bolts of electricity everywhere he touched you. “And this fucking skirt, so fucking tight around your little ass everyone was looking at what belongs to me.” 

His lips trailed from your shoulder up to your cheek, not taking his eyes from your flustered form. You could see his eyes burning into yours as you turned your face to meet his lips in a passionate kiss.

You felt his hands slide the skirt off of you, the leather pooling at your feet. Trailing over the soft skin of your stomach, he pulled at the top trying to get it off you. You could tell Harvey was getting impatient, so you pulled away from the kiss and guided his hands into taking it off your body. 

Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your black thong and heels, you couldn’t help but admire Harvey’s hands as they traced over every inch of you he could reach. Slowly, you stepped out of your heels as Harvey’s fingers dipped into the straps and began to pull the thong down your hips. 

Kneeling as he pulled it down, Harvey nipped lightly at your ass causing you to jump in surprise letting out a little squeal. Chuckling at your surprise, Harvey got back on his feet turning you to look at him. 

“How about a present for the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen?” he asked, holding you against him. 

Biting your lip, you gave him a nod as he led you over to the bed and made you sit. 

“Stay put,” then he walked off and disappeared to get whatever it was he was going to give you.

It took a few minutes for him to come back, holding three boxes all wrapped in deep red bows. What could Harvey have gotten you this time? The last time he decided to give you something, it was the deed to a whole island that he named after you. 

No one got to see this side of Harvey Dent, the side that truly loved you and strived to prove it with extravagant gifts, expensive trips, and more. 

Giving him a playful look, You watched as he knelt before you and placed the boxes at your feet. Pressing a kiss to your knee, he handed you the first box. “Go ahead, open it.” 

Taking the package from his hands, you lifted the top off and pushed back the tissue paper. Pulling the item out, you saw that it was a black and white lace lingerie set, complete with garter belts. Holding it up, you looked at Harvey to see his delight in you liking the first gift. 

“Oh Harvey, it’s beautiful.” you praised holding it against the expanse of your body. 

“I’d say try it on, but why don’t we save it for another night?” he chuckled, watching you move the box to the side only for him to place another on your lap. 

Giving him a look, you could tell this one was heavier than the last and that probably meant it cost more. Pulling off the lid and unwrapping it, you saw that it was a beautiful necklace with several strands of pearls strung across. 

You gasped, holding it up and looking at him. “Harvey, what did I say about expensive gifts?” 

“That cost nowhere as much as the island.” he smiled. “I thought I could get some pearls for my favorite girl.” Leaning up, he took it from you and clasped it around your neck watching as they cascaded down your chest and over your breasts. 

“Perfect,” he muttered, kissing your cheek. 

Turning your head to meet his lips, you pulled him into a kiss running your fingers through his hair. The cold pearls sent shivers across your body as Harvey pressed himself against you. “Baby doll-- fuck.” he chuckled, feeling your hands trail over his chest trying to unbutton his shirt. “I still have one more present for you,” 

“That can wait until you’re done apologizing,” you grinned, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. 

Harvey gripped your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed as he crawled over you. “I was hoping you’d use it as an apology,” he groaned against your lips as you continued to undress him. 

Your fingers danced along the waist of his pants as you unbuttoned them, sliding them down his legs. Raking your nails over his exposed skin, you helped him out of his pants and boxers moaning as you felt his mouth kiss everywhere he could reach. 

Moving down your body, he kissed every inch until he got to your hips. Nuzzling your skin, he bit into you leaving teeth marks on your hip. Harvey loved to see you all marked up, further proving that you belonged to him and no one else. 

Making his way further down, he propped your thighs over his shoulders and sucked on the supple skin enjoying the taste of your mixed juices and sweat. Leaving a trail of bruises up your thigh, Harvey licked between your folds holding your hips down as you cried out.

“Oh, Harvey!” Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to lick you clean. Your hips continued to move against his face, as he brushed your clit with his nose. 

Harvey’s tongue sent jolts all through your body, overwhelmed by the feeling of his ministrations through your folds. Your toes curled, feeling him enter a finger into you slowly pumping it in and out of you. 

Moaning against your cunt, Harvey added a second finger pumping them in and out of you at a sensual pace wanting you to feel every bit of it. 

“Please!” you gasped, pulling at his hair. “Please don’t stop,” 

Hearing you beg made him chuckle, the vibrations against your clit sending you closer and closer to the edge. Between his warm tongue and cool fingers, Harvey had you dangling over the cliff as if he was daring you to let go. 

You let out a scream feeling him brush the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers, massaging it until your throat was raw from your screaming. Glancing up at you, Harvey grinned seeing you so lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Fuck!” you tugged on his hair harshly, earning a soft moan from his lips sending more little shocks into you as he laid claim to your pussy. “Harvey! Baby-- oh! Don’t stop!” you pleaded, digging your heels into his back. 

Curing his fingers again, he felt your walls spasm around him as you came coating his hand and face in your juices. Your voice echoed around the room from crying out his name, relaxing back into the bed. 

Harvey’s face was still buried between your thighs, refusing to quit. 

“Come on doll, cum on my face again.” he groaned, peeking up at you. You looked to see your cum smeared across his lips and chin, continuing to finger you trying to coax your body into another orgasm. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, getting back to it. You couldn’t hear much over the ringing in your ears, but you swore you heard the words ‘favorite meal’ leave his lips as he licked you clean. 

“H-Harv-- oh fuck! I-I can’t..” you whined, feeling yourself being brought up again. 

“You can do it, I know you can baby doll.” he muttered against your body, “Give me another, and I’ll fuck you properly until you beg me to stop.” 

His words made your head swim, the thought of his cock buried within you while feeling like this was enough to make you cum again, screaming his name. 

Harvey lapped up every drop he could, making sure he licked your pussy clean only for him to defile it again. Unable to take anymore, you pulled his head up and over to kiss you. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it mingled with yours in your mouth. 

His hands placed themselves on your breasts, kneading them as the pearls rolled around his hands and towards your cleavage. Harvey enjoyed seeing you wear nothing but the pearls, as they bounced around your breasts while you moved.

Not wanting to waste another second, Harvey lifted his hips before thrusting into you again. Your tight cunt was enough to make his hips stutter, feeling your velvet walls wrapped around his cock. 

“Fuck doll,” he muttered against your lips. “You feel so fuckin--” his breath caught in his throat feeling you pulse around his shaft, cutting off his words before picking up the pace. You were nothing more than a blissful fucked out mess as Harvey continued to drive his hips into yours. 

Feeling the ecstasy build up, you dug your nails into his back leaving marks that would last for days. 

“Harvey!”

Not able to get out anything but his name, your body succumbed to the intense feeling as another orgasm took over you leaving you gasping for air. 

Burying his face in your shoulder, Harvey continued to thrust into you before cumming deep within you. Unable to take anymore, he let his body collapse against yours, melting together covered in sweat and cum. 

Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he cupped your face and looked at you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and Harvey would never understand what you saw in an asshole like him. Carefully, he lifted his hips and pulled out before lying next to you. 

Turning your head, you gave him a soft smile and kissed his lips. Wrapping his arms around you, Harvey pulled you close enjoying the warmth of your body. 

“Did I do good enough?” he asked, brushing his lips against yours. 

“Apology accepted,” 

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[spinster-sisters]

can we get your headcanons as to what are the things that would make ateez boys fall into subspace?

For those who don't know what subspace is here's the low down. It is a headspace when a person goes into a state of lowered inhibitions. Basically they get needy but also pliant. Its important to know it can be a very delicate thing as they are not technically in there right mind so it isn't the time for supper kinky shit, its for soft love making and cuddles. They can also get very overwhelmed very quickly and that can be uncomfortable. Some people go non verbal, some get more vocal, some can barely move, some get supper twitchy. It doesn't really matter its all about recognizing the signs and not doing anything insane.

Hongjoong:

Its only when he's supper fuckin frustrated or pissed off. You come up to him while he's fuming and you just pull him into bed and you can physically see his body relax as the tension leaves. He's a beggar. Doesn't know what he's begging for but he will do it. "Please, please, please," over and over and over again. His head is thrown back and his mouth is hanging open.

Seonghwa:

taking care of him. And not in the regular "oh hey babe I made dinner" type shit. I mean you draw him a bath and wash his hair and give him a massage and pat him dry after. That kinda shit. I feel like it would take a whole lot for him to be willing to be that vulnerable with someone and so the whole process would take quite some time. Its just the warm water and gentle touches that lull him into that heads pace. Will look at you with the biggest sparkliest eyes and the world and thats when you know.

Yunho:

Its all about your words. Just subtle things like "good boy" even when doing mundane tasks. Just the gentle dominant reassurance that by the end of the day he is totally ready to just, completely let go. He feels all warm and bubbly inside and every time you say those words he get a big dopey smile and its v cute.

Yeosang:

for him it when he's supper tired. He's so exhausted and he feels like he can't move his limbs and all he wants is for you to take care of him. Goes almost non verbal but definitely vocal with whines, moans, and groans. He just gets in bed with a warm blanket and you just do your thing and he's along for the ride.

San:

two words. Head. Pats. Play with his hair i beg of you. Stratch his scalp, twist his hair, gently pat his head to the beat of whatever music your listening to. Its supper duper calming to him and gets him to that point of low inhibitions. Goes like putty in your hands. Sweetest boy, listens supper well. Super fuckin giggly.

Mingi:

He gets there after yall have already gone a few rounds. Like he's pretty spent but he still wants to get off and he gets so frustrated that he gets all soft, pliant, and pouty. You just gotta make him feel good and he'll get better. Soft touches are the way to go when he's like this, nothing to intense. Like maybe just suck him off or a hand job cuz anything else might overwhelm him.

Wooyoung:

Make him feel so loved. So many kisses and gentle touches. Hold his hands and stroke your thumb over his knuckles. Say the words "I love you" like a million times. He just wants to be appreciated when he's like this. Kiss up and down his body. Lots and lots of praise. He will be blubbering little "luv u's" back and its very sweet. Is the only time he isn't supper loud.

Jongho:

Eye contact. I feel like he gets there on his own every few days with little encouragement but all he really wants in that headspace is eye contact. Even when he's blushing and panting. It makes him feel so safe and comfortable even if he's slightly embarrassed. His eyes get all glossy. He might cry but its ok just kiss away the tears.

[a-slut-for-smut]

R u an ichiruki? I’m still salty about the ending lmao I can’t believe it. Do you know any IR blogs and any archive/library (fics) blog?

Also, recommendations of IR for horny jail pls

Hello fellow ichiruki anon!

Yup, big sloppy slut for ichiruki indeed, ill honestly go down with this ship despite that shipwreck of an ending. I'll admit i didnt follow the anime/manga entire as it dragged on with filler arcs and life got busy etc, but when i heard about the ending i thought i was having a fucking stroke, i still cannot make sense of it to this day (nor do i want to because my brain actively works to delete this kind of dumbfuckery from my memory). While its such a shame how it ended and spiritually i wanna be outside kubo's house like

...but then I take a deep breath and just tell myself titty kubo had a brain aneurysm and just leave it at that.

ANYWAY to your ask- full disclaimer when i was primetime ichiruki slut i was just a lurker, and this was YEARS ago but ill do my best to help ya out. I do follow some ichiruki peeps from back then but they more or less have moved to other ships/interests, but the ones below seem more active IR blogs from what i can tell:

@dangerousbride IR fanart/comics. Love her artstyle and always will @jellyribbons IR artist, gorgeous gorgeous art @hashtagartistlife IR artist/writer. Big slut for her work

@ichiruki good IR treats, very active @ichirukilover good IR treats, very active

Now im actually not aware of any IR archive library blog, but if there is one i would also be curious to know! @ ichiruki fandom, can anyone help us out???

And to the last part of your ask re: IR horny jail fic recs, there are 2 things you should know:

1. I am so out of date when it comes to the latest fics, and i mean by YEARS. So any i recommend will be old but obviously TASTY AF

2. At the time a lot of smut fics were "post-686" "fix-it" naturally, but a lot dealt with blatant adultery/infidelity. Now anyone who knows me i have a mutual respect kink. Not just to how my OTPs have towards each other, but for ppl they care about. While the smut was amazingly written/angst-ridden and im a total angst slut too, part of me had a hard time really investing myself in those fics as I personally cant condone cheating ever, because i know from experience how utterly it can destroy a person. So in general, my fic recs will be AU/canon divergent. AUGH i lament how kubo didnt make the ending open-ended, it would have been so much better :( Also in my headcanon i like to think despite IR being soulmates, they have utmost integrity to not hurt ppl they care about despite their immense love for each other, and that folks is some sweet sweet angst/doomed romance. Actually if anyone knows any fics like that pls share!!!

OKAY HERES THE IR SMUT FEST, ENJOY!!!

Unveiled by@hashtagartistlife God tier IR smut. Like seriously, this one is BEAN-FLICKIN good yaknowwhatimsayin Winter Warmth by@gunnerpalace Starts fluffy but then HOTHOTHOT The Two-Body Problem also by@gunnerpalace I remember how well-written the sexual tension building between IR was, i FELT their anticipation and anxiousness around each other. I think the smut chapter is actually on their blog and not on Ao3 for some reason! Nurse Rukia by Aquari Lynnel (MazokuSempai) Premise is a little silly/kinky but has all the good stuff :D The Red String That Binds by DeathMeetsLife Actually this one isnt really smutty but i HAVE to rec due to the sweet sweet angst scenario i just went on about because this is an angst FIESTA. BUT no cheating as Kazuo and Ichika are actually IR baby twins but are separated from birth...i wont spoil just READ its so good The Parting Glass by Darksknight LOL ok this isnt even primarily IR more Orihime x Ulquiorra, and actually is post 686/fix it BUT i had to rec because a) Orihime is given some fuckin agency her character deserved and i really like the authors take on her/POV b) the author is fuckin hilarious and on point with all the characterizations c) this fic is a fuckin gem, seriously just read it you wont have any regrets trust me

fuck me this post was long and i am sooooo behind on shit i needa do gotta end it here, hopefully this helps anon!!! xoxo

[fishfarmfrankie]

Where the mha boys leave their hickeys/lovebites on you

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Warnings: kinda spicy, implied nsfw, also swearing I swear a lot.

Boys: Todoroki, Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Shinso

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Todoroki Shoto

-cutie lil baby he’s down for anything if its with you ❤

- But Shoto is an inexperienced boy and has no idea what he should be doing, so you’d have to be the one to prompt him into giving you hickeys.

-He gives them to you on your chest like the cutie he is. 

-He choses that area because he understands the importance of hiding hickeys and how they can be embarrassing. 

-Even though he doesn’t really understand why.

-That’s why if people did see them on you, he wouldn’t even flinch.

-He would not be embarrassed at all and just pin all the blame on you, causing you to be embarrassed instead.

-”Y/n are those hickeys on your chest?”

Todoroki- “Y/n asked for it, so I gave them some.” 

-He would just fuckin shrug as he says that, continuing to slurp on his soba.

-CEO of not giving a shit

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Midoriya Izuku

-baby

-very shy uwu

-doesn’t know how to do it at first so his dumbass would probably like do his first one on your fuckin wrist lmao

-people would think you did it yourself, when you say it was izuku fuckin no one believes you

“Y/n what happened to you wrist? It looks bruised.”

Y/n- “Oh it’s actually a hickey Izuku gave me.”

everyone in a two metre vicinity- “😐”

Y/n- “I’m serious!”

“Yeah right. It’s on your wrist you obviously gave it to yourself. deku is too innocent to do something like that, right deku?”

Izuku- *Dying of embarrassment*

Y/n- “GUYS I’M NOT LYING FFS HE’S A KINKY LIL SHIT I SWEAR TO GO-”

-after he gets more comfortable he’ll probably move to doing them on your collar bone :)

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Bakugou Katsuki

-whore. 

-He just leaves them every-fuckin-where

-mans doesn’t leave hickeys highkey just fuckin takes a bite out of you. 

-he feral but wbk💃✨

-you better be a masochist because he is not gentle in the slightest

-he mostly leaves bites on either the back of your neck, shoulders or all over your legs.

-Not even on your upper legs like he will just fuckin bite your calves while doing ✨it✨ like bruh he ain’t subtle at all.

-people are too scared to bring up the marks in front of him because he will just go off

-”H-hey Y/n, what’s that on your-”

Bakubabe- “WEAK ASS FUCKSTICK EXTRA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT?!? I’LL BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU IF YOU DARE STARE IN THEIR DIRECTION YOU GOT THAT?!”

-”s-sorry T-T”

-and trust me that shit stays there for weeks. Yet no one will say a single fuckin word ever.

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Kirishima Ejirou

-sweetie pie, but similarly to Katsuki, Kiri bites.

- He is really self conscious of his teeth and usually tries to avoid even grazing you with them but he’s a passionate lover so once he’s riled up he’s absent mindedly biting you all over.

-mostly your inner thighs. Kirishima is a thigh guy.

-no one really notices the marks unless you wear short shorts, even then they’re pretty well hidden.

-If someone did point it out you bet Kirishima would feel embarrassed as hell.

-Not really for himself but more for you. Like he’s very much a gentleman and is the type to feel guilty for making people sexualise you or even think about you in a sexual context, knowing that it would be partly his fault.

-He’d probably just tell whoever it was that pointed it out to just drop it.

“U-uhm, Y/n, are t-those teeth marks on your inner thigh?”

Y/n- “Uhhhhhhhhhyeah?”

“W-wha-”

Kirishima- “Hey man don’t worry about. Let’s just get some lunch I was thinking-”

-Thanks for the save bb kiri is as dependable as ever 😌

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Denki Kaminari

-he’s a cumslut whore. I do not take criticisms on that.

-Denki is sexual down to his core. But his favourite thing would be going down on you.

-mostly a tits/nips kinda guy, but he loves ass a whole lot too.

-Two words, Ass bites.

-Fuckin bite marks, hickeys, general bruises all on your fuckin ass. Literally on your  a s s.

-I apologize to anyone who wears booty shorts a lot bc sweetie you’re going to get an ear-full from everyone when they see how ravaged your ass is.

-But Denki being the asswipe that he is will actively go out of his way to show everyone and anyone what he did to your ass.

- He’s like “Yeah, we’re freaky like that. Do that on the daily. Bet you virgins could never evenAHHH-”

-That’s when you knock him out.

-I know it doesn’t seem like it but I like Denki I swear

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Sero Hanta

-Also a gentleman (to an extent😜)

-He’s a romantic, is always spending time with you and is so grateful you’re in his life :,)

-Therefore- Stomach hickeys.

-Not really on your stomach but like near and around your V-line/hips. In that general area.

-Mans just wants you to feel good in your body, praise kink 110%. 

-It is very rare people will find these hickeys unless you’re wearing a super lowcut pair of pants.

- They’ll just stop and be like 😳

Y/n- “ What?”

Sero- “Uhm, baby our love sessions are showing.”

Y/n- “😶our wha- 👀. 😳😳😳😳😳😳”

-awkward silence but you two kinda just laugh it off while everyone else is hella surprised the two of you would partake in such- acts of affection.

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Shinso Hitoshi

-freaky.

-anyway. Neck kisses. 

-Except they’re not kisses they’re bites

-He likes to be in control and the easiest and most accessible way for him to get you heated is on the ticklish spot of your neck.

-Another thing about him is he kind of likes showing off those neckbites, like he is no where near like Denki where he actively brags but he is not shy to force you to tie you hair up so everyone can see them. 

-or he’ll just randomly trace his fingers along the indents of his teeth marks at random points in time.

-He takes pride in that shit bro that’s a huge ego boost.

-someone points that out? Shinso holds a shit eating grin.

“Um, Y/n, It looks like there’s something on your neck.”

-Shinso won’t even say anything he’ll just stare, grinning at you expectantly. Waiting to hear what excuse you’ll come up with now.

“Oh yeah, that’s just- training. We were doing training and-”

Shinso- “Oh? So I’m just training to you now?”

-Yeah Shinso would love making you as embarrassed as he possibly could.

-That purple minion lookin’ ass fuckface

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[silhouetteofacedar]

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 21: Body Talk

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

Mulder’s thirty years past kindergarten, but the anticipation he’s feeling in his body is reminiscent of the excitement he felt as a child over bringing his new model airplane to school for show-and-tell. Except the context is very, very different.

He’s got an envelope tucked into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and he’s highly aware of every crinkle it makes as he strides through the halls, making his way down to the basement.

He’d expected to receive a clean bill of health, so the contents of the envelope weren’t a surprise. Even so… he’s fuckin’ thrilled.

“Morning, Scully,” he says cheerily, waltzing into the office and peeling off his jacket. “Another hot one out there, huh?”

“Mhm,” she responds, already elbow deep in paperwork. She’s always got her nose in some pile of documents, his Scully. God, she’s so cute, it’s unbearable. He thinks of when they first met, how rosy and round her cheeks were. He regrets not having done something earlier; he missed out on kissing her adorable baby face.

He really wants to kiss her now, but they’re at work, and she’s made it abundantly clear that At Work Scully is not open to the physical demonstrations enjoyed by Off Duty Scully. Instead he sidles up beside her, holding out the envelope in front of her.

She takes it, clearly noticing that it’s already been opened. “What’s this?” she asks.

“Just a little something, from me to you,” Mulder replies, going around the desk and plopping into his chair. He clasps his hands behind his head casually, grinning at her as she slides the folded paper out of the envelope.

Scully unfolds the page and scans it, nodding to herself. “Congratulations,” she says, glancing up at him. “This is… welcome news. But you didn’t need to bring me the physical test results, Mulder. Your word is enough.”

“Oh, but I know how much you enjoy solid evidence,” he says with a wink. “So, uh… do you have your results back yet?”

“This is definitely not an office-appropriate conversation,” she warns him, slipping the page back into the envelope.

“Sorry,” he says, lowering his voice. “But…”

“Yes,” she says quietly. “Last week. I’m in the clear.”

He smiles even wider at her. “So, given this new information, what do you suggest we do, Agent Scully?”

She holds the envelope out to him across the desk. “Right now, our jobs.”

He licks his lips, nods. “Of course.”

Ten minutes later, she gets up to put a file in the filing cabinet. As she closes the drawer, she lets out a soft cough.

“Friday,” she says in a low tone. “My place.”

Mulder feels a thrill roll through his stomach. “Now how am I going to get a single thing done around here ’til then?” Mulder asks. “All I can think about is-”

She gives him a warning look.

“-You,” he finishes. “Every moment, Scully.”

Scully gives him a little pout. “I’m sorry, Mulder. That must be very difficult for you. You know what you need?”

“What?”

She picks up a stack of folders out of their in-basket and drops it in front of him on the desk. “A case.”

Mulder doesn’t find them an actual case, but he does manage to annoy Scully with conjecture and conspiracy for two whole days until it’s closing time on Friday night.

This could be the most important romantic encounter of his life, and he wants to make sure he’s adequately prepared. He takes a cold shower when he gets home, scrubbing every inch of his body until his skin tingles. He clips and files his nails, plucks some stray hairs, trims a few scraggly ones down south. He almost shaves his face before deciding to leave it be. He suspects Scully likes a little stubble, after all.

It’s a warm evening, so he throws on a gray t-shirt and jeans and bounds out the door with damp hair and crisp, soap-fresh skin.

As a rule, he doesn’t sing while driving; but today, he’s humming just a little.

He knocks on her door at quarter to seven, bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to shake out a little anxious energy. This isn’t a prom date, he chides himself. Calm down and be an adult.

The lock is turning and the door is swinging open and there Scully is, looking soft and inviting and dangerous all at once. “Hi,” she says, giving him a little smile.

“Hi,” he says softly, eyes drawn immediately to the low neckline of her simple wrap dress. He snaps his gaze back up to her face again. “Hi, sorry, I’m-”

“A little distracted?” she asks slyly. She opens the door wider. “Come in,” she says, beckoning.

“I, uh, didn’t bring anything,” he says awkwardly, following her into the apartment. “And now that I’m here that feels kinda thoughtless.”

“What would you have brought?” Scully asks.

He shrugs. “Flowers, wine, something that says ‘I want to get laid but I also respect you’,” he says.

“Well, that’s unnecessary,” she says, going into the kitchen and opening her junk drawer. “I already know that.” She pulls out a small stack of takeout menus. “I’m assuming you haven’t had dinner yet?”

I was kind of planning on having you for dinner. “I have not,” he replies.

She hands him the menus. “Pick a place, we can call something in,” she says. She takes a box of matches out of the drawer and walks over to the fireplace.

Mulder glances over the menus, but he’s mostly watching Scully. She seems relaxed and comfortable, lighting a few candles atop the mantlepiece.

“You want a little music?” she asks, blowing out the match.

“Sure,” he replies. “Surprise me.”

“Promise you won’t tease me for this,” she says, flipping through a stack of CDs.

“Any of those restaurants sound appealing?”

“The Italian place sounds good, but I don’t want my garlic breath to put you off,” he admits sheepishly.

She glances over her shoulder at him, giving him a little smile. “That restaurant usually sends a few mints in the bag; and you have a toothbrush here, if it’s that big of a problem.” She puts a CD into the stereo.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” he says. “You want me to call it in?”

“Sure,” she replies. “You can order me a chopped salad and some of their spinach ravioli. And get garlic bread,” she adds.

When he hangs up the phone, he sees her standing by her stereo, nodding her head in time to the music. The song is slow and sensual, and somehow familiar. He goes to her, places a hand on her lower back. His spot.

“Marvin Gaye?” he guesses.

“Mm, no. Al Green,” she replies.

“Ah,” he says, nodding. “Never took you for a Motown fan, Scully,” Mulder says, pulling her in by the waist. “You always keep me guessing.”

She closes her eyes, sways in his arms. “I save this one for very specific moods,” she admits.

“And what moods are those?” he asks, running a hand up her back.

She opens her eyes. “I’ll show you later,” she whispers.

She’s looking at him with so much heat and adoration, and her lips are so full and soft, he can’t speak; only lean down and kiss her.

They drift together, interlocking shapes moving through space, rearranging patterns of hands and lips.

“We’re going to get interrupted by a delivery guy again,” Scully says against his cheek.

“Mm… kinky,” Mulder whispers, lips brushing her ear. “This is gonna become a pattern for us. Are you an exhibitionist, Scully?”

“Baby steps,” she says, patting his chest as she pulls away. “I need to leave a few mysteries for you to discover later, right?”

They sit cross-legged on the floor next to her coffee table, knees touching companionably as they eat their dinner.

“You know,” Scully says around a bite of garlic bread, “This makes me think we should go on another picnic. Since the weather is more appropriate.”

“What, sitting on the frozen ground at night in February wasn’t your idea of a good time?” Mulder jokes, tangling his fork in linguini.

“I didn’t say that,” Scully points out. “In fact, that was one of my better birthdays in recent years.”

“Really,” Mulder says, surprised. “Why?”

She absently toys with a hole in his sock. “Because… because I’d had a rough year,” she explains, “And you put thought and care into doing something special for me. And it was perfect, in all its perceived imperfections. It made me feel that for once… you were finally paying attention. You saw me.”

“Saw you?” he asks softly, turning his head to look at her.

Her eyes shine into his. “Yes. You were there for me through my cancer, with Emily… you were becoming more attentive. And I felt like you were considering me, caring for me, knowing what I needed. Seeing.”

“I-I think that’s called love, Scully,” he says, chewing pensively. Part of him is surprised this is even happening; them sitting on the floor in her apartment, eating pasta out of styrofoam boxes, talking about their feelings. Hell, he just said the ‘L’ word without breaking a sweat.

“You’re right,” she says, leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. “It is.”

Supper completed, containers emptied, candles burning down to stubs on the mantle, Scully sitting across his thighs as they kiss slowly. She was right about the mints, it turns out.

“Mulder, I’m a coward,” she sighs, running her fingers down his jaw. “I’ve been in love with you for years and I still haven’t said the words.” She presses a kiss to his lower lip. “Even though I know you reciprocate.”

“Take your time,” he replies, carding his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck. “I already know. And you technically did just say them,” he adds. “Besides, there’s more than one way to have a conversation.” He smoothes a hand over her kneecap, inching a finger beneath the hem of her dress.

“Mulder,” she murmurs into his neck, his name sweet in her mouth. “I’m ready. I want to be with you tonight. Completely.”

He can feel his pulse throbbing beneath her lips. “I… God, Scully, I want you so badly,” he sighs. “I can’t think of any other words. I'm all out.”

She kisses his nose, untangles herself from him to stand. “Come on,” she says softly, holding out a hand. “I think it’s time for a different kind of conversation.”