#your sweet words of encouragement are makin' me swoon

[iceiclehorned]

This had been the first time Robin had ever experienced such a deep, electrical attraction toward another person. Various sources of media had portrayed love to be flowery, full of unneeded dramatised fights, with makeup sex suddenly becoming the key scene by the end of it. A lot of it often bored the Halovian, finding a pointlessness in something that did not exercise something true and sincere. Finding RED had put every creation of written, broadcast, and any other media made romance to shame. From the way her grey eyes sparkled with so much colour, exuding a vibrancy that could never be captured through the same means used to make the Dreamscape in the first place. There was not a superficial bone in that munchkin’s body. Aeons above would be able to see just how divinely perfected she was, and all that she had been through would be repaid in kind.

She couldn’t forget the look in her eye, barely able to fight back tears when the galaxy-eyed singer had expressed her adoration for the other. The maker had willingly traversed through many paths, picking up women left and right in the hopes that it would become something more than it had developed. Robin was unsure just how much physical experience she had with other women, but she was certain that her heart had poured so much more love into each woman than they had ever given her, resulting in a mental blockage. If she did not feel abandoned, she would not have anything to confront.

This wouldn’t be something that would ever be allowed. This angel that had blessed the galaxy with her existence will be thoroughly pleasured.

Observing every reaction that was made only excited her further. Gosh, she was so adorable like this, vulnerable, yet unable to drop the notion of an exploration of two curious women, holding a deep desire to keep that unending love alive all throughout the night. If this had been taking place in the real-world of Penacony, she knew that she would feast until dawn. Hopefully, RED would be able to handle the overstimulation that she intended to provide. Expressing such perverse ideas was unlike her, not that it mattered at this rate. This was going to be a merciless exploration, and that secret would not be told until the other was hot, panting and shaking.

Tugging off those shorts had been harder than originally expected, but with every reaction that came from her ministrations, the more confident she felt in seeking a possessive ownership over her. The feelings were disgustingly primal, a teasing look in her eye as her lover became bare. “You’re so beautiful,” her voice was holding onto that lustful need, a tone that held an adoration for somebody who was practically an engima. Gorgeous with a heart that deserved protecting. There had been so much to happen, that this moment was reserved for euphoria and an adventure of a lifetime. "Just let me know if anything I do is not up to your standard and I will fix it, 'kay?"

If somebody had told Robin this would be how she loses her virginity, she simpyl would not have believed it, for the reason being that her comprehension that somebody as enticing as RED would show up on her doorstep (somewhat literally) would be an impossibility among the galaxy. Yet, it was happening.

It would be a lie if she pretended the attempt at dirty talk did not turn her on, and while she would love to listen to anything her lover had to say, her primary objective superseded her patience. It was a rarity for anything akin to greed overtake her naturally gentle-nature, but tonight? It was going to be far different from anything else that either of them had experienced -- unless the other had previous experience, that is. "I merely wish to enjoy my treat, sweetheart." The tone of her voice remained almost untouched, except for that slight possessive edge that wiggled its way within. The idea of another with RED was ruffling up her feathers, egging her on to exercise this act of seeing the other so blissed out and brainless.

That sweetly generated compliment only made her feel much more confident, and just as she was about to speak, she could feel those promiscuous fingers testing the waters against her own soaked cunt. A poorly stifled moan makes itself known, a slight growl of approval working its way in there. The dynamic that was unfolding between them was almost competitive, neither allowing the other to quite go without completely leaving behind a teasing touch or words of encouragement that ignited a fire. The singer was not going to back down, even with the sensations being sparked slowly becoming too much for her to handle. It was clear that Robin was a soaking mess, but had put it to the side, just to experience her munchkin in all her glory.

RED was quite the disobedient meal, wasn't she?

"If you're a good girl, I'll consider following through." By no means was she a domineering woman, but she also based everything that was said and done on how her ball of sunshine performed. The maker was a very giving woman, dedicating her time and energy into forming deep romantic connections, even if it meant remaining in a hurt state that those attempts were disregarded so easily. With that in mind, it was easy to see that what she needed was some repaid energy. It bothered her, deep down, that there had been a harem surrounding the red-haired woman, but expressing that could only go two ways, and she did not want to take her chances. Shaking off those thoughts, her mind was brought back to the conversation at hand.

"You have such a pretty pussy, RED," purely seductive and primal is how she spoke. After that, her hands rested on the other's hips, dragging her down so there was not even a centimeter between them. "I do not intend to share it."

Firstly, there was a gentle kiss placed upon those lips, with a low moan vibrating against that sweet nectar that graced her mouth. The temptation to dive right in there was driving her insane, but she knew that pacing herself would work for the better between them. Her tongue worked slowly, tracing over her folds as if it were a delicacy to be thoroughly enjoyed. She promised herself that no matter how much begging or pleading that was to come from those lips, she would remain firm in the chosen pace. The plan that had been in store for the smaller female had yet to be properly set into motion, but with the persistence coming from her, there was a slight possibility she would not have the chance to completely leave her edged, before overstimulating her into a frenzy.

Her hold on her body was so tightly performed, unwilling to give the other a true break unless it was needed. Her tongue would flicker against RED's clit, circling over it in a calculating manner. If the roles had been reversed, she was sure that she would remain at the other's mercy, so why not cling to the control while it worked in her favour, rather than against her? Occasional moans of approval would be expressed loudly, not sparing her of any sort of embarrassment that may prickle at her skin. Instead, her ministrations would work toward speeding up, slowing down, and savouring the taste before allowing herself to become a little more reckless. That adventurous organ would find itself teasing the girl's entrance, before lodging itself within as deep as possible, mercilessly fucking that delightfully-tasting hole. When she had mentioned the possibility of altering her actions to suit the pleasure of her girlfriend, she had been absolutely serious about it. This had purely been a means to experiment with different methods, all until she could piece together the perfect rhythm.

The intensity of the moment and the lust clouding her mind detracted nothing from the effect that Robin's voice had on her body. The song in her voice only got more pronounced, more inviting, and Red wanted to accept it wholeheartedly. Perhaps it had instilled her with proper calmness, to take the next step slower than Robin had, but no less passionately. Perhaps, in what little reason still remained in Red's mind, she wanted this beautiful moment to last, for who knew when something like it might happen again? Who knew how often she might see Robin afterwards, as there was only so much that passionate love could do to bridge galaxies of distance between their homes.

It made her determine to taste every inch, worship every feature of the Halovian's incredible body, and make the time slowly count down. And yet, that approach left her pussy aching for attention, without quelling the distant worries in her mind. But she knew, from the wonderful noises she made, that her partner was pleased. And in the moment, that made her so happy.

The tugging on her shorts made her react, moving slightly apart and adjusting so as not to hinder Robin's efforts. And as Red did so, she could recover her breath while her eyes settled once more on Robin. Her wants rivaled Red's, and were perhaps even greater, but through it all, the care and attention were so deliberate that there could be no mistaking them as fully selfish. Robin's message was being received, bit by bit. And though Red wasn't quick on the uptake, she did feel her heart lighten, her features settle in the most natural, delightful smile, and her body pulse with warmth all over.

She loved her so much.

"A-Ahh..."

The first touch on her slit made her instinctively arc her body one way, both to react to the touch and to allow more further on. Robin's following giggle made her self-conscious of her own reaction, but what was suggested afterwards took much more of Red's focus.

Just like she had a taste of her lips and tongue, now Robin wanted even more. And despite the lewdness, just considering the possibility once caused the maker to realize that she was no different. Her taste had been alluring and addicting so far, and desire mixed with curiosity took over.

"Haah, you really want it, don't you, my naughty wifey~?" She did her best attempt at a teasing sexy voice, still far too upbeat to properly play its part. "Of course I'll-- Ngh!"

Robin's display of seriousness could not go unnoticed. The pressure against her clit made her voice become erratic as she had tried to make a sentence, and her entire lower half to shake. It was finally getting attention, and its happiness was reverberating through Red's entire body. She moaned so loudly that she pressed one fist against her mouth in shame, and it stayed there to contain the following ones.

"You're so good at this..." She spoke onto her hand, still audible enough for Robin to listen.

It was all so effortless, so smooth. Even when Robin inserted her finger, she was soaked to the point where it could move with no issue, and it just enhanced the feelings rather than shocking Red. A muffled moan of "oh my goddess" left her lips, and she only left her stupor of pleasure when her partner spoke again.

In response, the maker adjusted herself once more, eyes hungrier than before, and hands equally as adventurous, one of them doing its best to reach under Robin's dress and push a finger teasingly against her panties, as if trying to see how wet the other was even through the fabric.

"What will it be," she repeated, tone mingling with the huffs of pleasure she had given just before. "It'll be what you asked for! I just need to amp you up for it too! And while I do so... Feel free to tell me just how much you want it. And promise me... that I can taste you after... for as long as we like... or until you can't take it anymore~"

She planned to time her sentence with different pressuring of her fingers against the underwear, but even in that, she was getting more impatient as lust took over. She rubbed gently at first, teasing through the fabric, but it wasn't long before she pulled the fabric covering the crotch aside and swirled around the clit before rubbing against it, varying the angle of the touch each time. Red's breath steadied slowly, and she'd lean close, hoping to hear that angelic voice's answer to her, or at least enjoy the sweet choir of her lover's moans in response to her.

But then, withdrawing her hand, she'd bring them up to Robin's shoulders again, guiding her to be laying face-up.

"OK, here we go~"

She'd bring herself up towards the header of the bed, lift up from it and arc one leg over and past Robin, so that lowering her body would place her pussy directly over the songstress' face. Being so brazenly naked in full, unobstructed view of her partner made Red fully realize that it wasn't just a matter of being "shy" that could be a problem here. It all required trust. And once that trust was there, even if it remained embarrassing, it was also just so hot.

With her face blazing in crimson, Red lowered her body until she felt Robin's face, legs still supporting most of the weight, leaning back enough so that her arms could be placed against the bed, giving her some stable foundation.

But despite this stability, her crotch was completely defenseless. Her legs were open by necessity and in acceptance. Her special place was as soaked as ever, and primed by Robin herself. It was all hers.

Have your way with her.

[shinymooncolor]

Hi all!

As usual, I owe all of this to the wonderful world created by @lumosinlove. 🙏🏻

I love Kris so much. Single dad, hockey star is a mood. Apologies in advance. 😇

Enjoy!

Sweater weather chats #2

Kris joins a super secret club. Lily gets emotional. We get introduced to the bat cave. Kris is a cautionary tale for the rookies. Or that’s what Nado days. Kris is also an honorary mom. Celeste reminisces. Kasey, Nado and Kuny babysits. Everybody loves Remus. Ava wants a pony. Natalie has plans. SO MUCH BROMANCE.

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Emotional support group and Remus 🤩🥰🏒:

Friday 3.32 pm

NatNat added Kris to the group.

Allison: do I spy a new member? Welcome to the dark side, Kris. The rules are simple - this is a safe space for us to discuss our men, babies and other related topics.

Lucia: also, never tell the boys what happens at brunch. 😁

Celeste: welcome Kris. We thought you’d enjoy coming to brunch with us - Ava is always welcome.

Kris: woah? What is this? Shit. I’m honored. Also Remus? Wtf.

Remus: hi kris yeah I don’t know how I was allowed in, but it’s nice. 😁

NatNat: well Dumo might be the honorary dad but Kris is totally the honorary mom on the team. He wiped Gatorade off of Leo’s face last game. It was adorable 😍😍😍

Kris: well James did unscrew the top as a prank, not actually sure it’s a prank if you do it every game. And Leo didn’t realize. And he’s weird about not taking his blocker off. Had to help the kid out. 😆

Allison: well it made us enroll you in our secret and sacred club. Welcome! 🤩

NatNat: i forgot to send this on Wednesday!! Baby Russian with baby puppies

*kuny puppy pic*

GingerLily: awwww he looks so happy. James said he’s been depressed he cannot train this week. I love this. 😍

Anyaismyname: my baby. I knew him from he was 16. Such a sweet boy.

Kris: sweet? Are we talking about the same Kuny? He taught Ava to cuss a ref and last time the media asked her what she thought of the game and my playing, she parroted that. I had a trending tag for a month after that on Twitter😔

NatNat: I’m not condoning it but it was hilarious. I cried. But seriously he adopted a cat and named her Aya and they send me selfies with her every 7 minutes. They built her a castle in their ridiculous bat cave game room. 😅👑🐱

Remus: the bat cave is awesome. They’ve got pro surround sound and all. And a real slushee machine. 🤖 also kris, coach want you all back on the ice in 10.

NatNat: yeah haha kase is excited to go for halo night. Apparently they’ve got some sort of new VR stuff for practicing as well. 🏒🏒🏒

Celeste: Kris, don’t worry about the curse words. Marc spent three months yelling fuck at everything after Logan accidentally taught him. They get over it quick and the fans love you even more after that - haven’t you been on the most eligible list for your entire career? Also, didn’t Anya tell Kuny’s mom?

Anyaismyname: da, and believe me, Scolding work better in Russian. And I promised her to look out for her boy.

Kris: thanks guys, I know. I was just shocked. She’s my baby and sometimes I just can’t handle how quick she grows... it’s not fair... and yeah, apparently a single dad with a travel heavy job is eligible. Weird.... also - the boys’ game room is amazing and they did set up a my little pony game for her last time on the projector. Be there in three Re!!! 🏃‍♂️

GingerLily: awww I cant believe she was a baby when I first met her. She grows sooo quick! 😍

Kris: well it’s you soon! Good luck - you think you know what love feels like but. Damn, a baby just changes things. ☺️

GingerLily: we’re starting on the nursery next week and I can’t wait. James is hopeless with tools though but we’ve decided on a color theme at least 🥰🥰🥰

Celeste: mmh, that is always a big moment. I remember when I was pregnant with Adele, Pascal was still just settling into the Lions and we’d already moved twice, but something changed when we started working on the nursery. It got real then - he didn’t get the puck theme he wanted but nevertheless, I think that was when he really realized he was about to become a father 😍

NatNat: awwwww, can’t even imagine you two without your babies 😁

Celeste: me neither, honey, me neither. 😉

Friday, 4.38 pm

Kris: Natalie do you think we could find a puppy for Ava? We could house train it during off season and she’s been begging for a puppy for a while and i really want one too and hopefully with a puppy the “I want a pony” phase can be forgotten! :)

NatNat: of course!!! Also shouldn’t you be at training?

Kris: We finished 5 minutes ago. :) also thanks for cheering Kuny up, he was allowed to do stretches today.

NatNat: oh god. Forget the time out here. Is kase done too?

Kris: yeah but he’s currently unavailable. Something about hug a goalie day *pic of kasey and Leo, on the ice under a mountain of players*

GingerLily: 🤦🏽

Celeste: on another note my lovelies. I would love to host brunch next Sunday! We have full attendance - Elsa is visiting from Sweden! :) please let me know how many babies you’re bringing.

Sunday 7.03 am

Kris: hi Celeste. I’m really sorry to do this last minute but ava’s mom has cancelled again and I can’t get a sitter this late. I’d love to come for brunch next time though.

Celeste: oh my dear. Bring her. It’s absolutely no problem.

NatNat: hey kris. Kasey is going to nado and Kuny and he says they’re happy to babysit. Also he wants to know why you and Remus are invited to brunch. Don’t tell him anything. 😉😉😉

Kris: oh I don’t want to be a problem they probably don’t want a 4-year old to disturb their halo game...😬

NatNat: it’s not a problem at all :) (also need kase to practice - not getting any younger here 😏🤩)

Kris: well if it’s really no problem I know Ava would love to spend time with them. :) also totally rooting for baby blizzards soon!

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Blizzard created a new group: Babysitting

Blizzard added RussianGod, Nadotheman and KrisVolley

Blizzard: hey guys. Quick change of plans. Ava is hanging out with us today. Kris is going to brunch with the girls?! Said we’d be happy to spoil baby munchkin and teach her more Russian curse words

RussianGod: ok. Can we eat cookie? Also no bad words. Don’t want more yelling from Anya. She scary.

Blizzard: season diet Kuny. Oreos are only for Ava. And isn’t Anya like 5.2?

RussianGod: nado is still sleeping. But we can go to park and meet ladies. They love single dad. But Anya is little but scary. Have you not see how she keep sergei in check?

KrisVolley; you are not using my baby to meet ladies. Haha oh never thought of that. Anya is always nice to me 😂

KrisVolley: Here are the ground rules gentlemen!!!!

1) no begging - you need to say no and stick with it, unless she’s crying properly don’t give in to her. She hissy cries when she wants things her way

2) not too much sugar and candy alright? (Looking at you Kuny)

3) Kuny and nado can’t use her as a ploy to ensnare women.

4) do NOT teach her any more Russians words unless they’re good, safe and cute words. The press still hounds me from the time you taught her to cuss a ref....

5) have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Nadotheman: Morning boys. Also happy to babysit. But tHaNkS fOR aSkInG kase... 👍🏻 also @KrisVolley:

1) how the hell are we supposed to say no to that face? No idea how you made such a beautiful baby.

2) no problem. (Totally lying to you)

3) we would never use our baby niece in such a despicable way 😳 also it was one time and we can’t help that we are irresistible to baby-crazy ladies.

4) she can only scold a ref. According to Kuny totally safe and good words. Don’t believe what Sergei or Sunny says. Or the press.

5) so don’t knock up a fan at 18? Alright man got it.

KrisVolley: ....

Nadotheman: just keeping it real. You’re a cautionary tale for the rookies man. But your baby is cute. And you do a great job bro! 💪🏻

KrisVolley: I’m a what?? And thanks Nado. 😊

Blizzard: When you’re done with your moment.... I’m picking her up in five, can Nat go with you to Dumo’s? Ava and I will go have brunch at the bat cave and have an awesome time. And don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on the boys.

KrisVolley: thanks Blizzard. Good practice as well 😉

Kuny: 👀👀👀👀 baby blizzard????

Blizzard: alright calm down m8. We’re not even married (no judging kris)

Nadotheman: whatever you say bro. You gotta make a baby with that girl - she swooned at family skate. Also we all saw you makin heart eyes at the Brady bunch. 😆😆😆😆

Blizzard: they’re adorable and this conversation ends here. We’re outside now Kris. Also don’t encourage Nat. I’ve got a plan. 😬

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Nado: Kuny. Kuny. Is it baby safe? They’re here in 15 minutes.

Kuny: why you text me? I’m next door.

Kuny: also yes is fine. Maybe get bra down. It been in fan for 3 days

Nado: you’re the tall one. Get it down.

Kuny: I not put it there.

Nado: fine you lazy jerk. I’ll get it down.

Kuny: 😘

Nado: fuck off. But I love you too bro.

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Until next time, my lovelies 🥰

Always open for ideas, prompts, constructive criticism!

Also - does hug a goalie day exist? I think it should.

[k-renne]

CLYDE LOGAN GETS LUCKY

SUMMARY: You, the prettiest sweetest girl of his dreams, are a virgin. That meant...if you did, he’d be your first.

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

WARNINGS: Sm*t, loss of v*irginity, Clyde softness

tags: @oh-adam, @thecurlycaptain

Clyde fiddled with the collar of his shirt, feeling too tight around his neck. He didn’t know why he let Mellie set him up on a blind date like this, or why he let Jimmy talk him into it. He’d been on a few blind dates before after getting back to the states, and he hated the pity they’d give him. But this time Mellie assured him that his date was actually interested, which that alone baffled him. He was meeting you at a diner, for lunch on a Sunday afternoon and he was really, very nervous.

Clyde fanned himself with the menu, already feeling flustered and too hot. He didn’t even know what you looked like, and that made him the most nervous of all. What if he didn’t find you attractive? Or worse, that you were so beautiful that he’d feel embarrassed at his scruffy appearance. His thoughts spiraling into scary territory, Clyde went to the bathroom to try and cool off.

You arrived at the humble little diner, shifting from side to side as you scanned the room for a man that Mellie described to you. At this point, you had only lived in West Virginia for a few weeks and everything was so different than what you’ve ever known. You were so grateful to have met someone like Mellie, the first friend you made outside of work in this state. And with a little encouragement, she was helping you find a man. Something you didn’t have very much luck with where you came from.

When Clyde came out of the bathroom, he spotted you almost right away, walking right into a table as he stared at you with wide eyes. “Shit,” He cursed under his breath. He already was a fucking mess in front of you. He could tell you weren’t from around here by the way you dressed, it seemed too fancy for this small little town. Taking in a deep breath, Clyde made his way over to you to introduce himself.

“Hi uh I’m Clyde, and you must be Y/N?” Clyde asked you, his voice shaky with nerves.

“Oh yes! Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled up at the tall man. He was a lot more handsome than you thought he’d be based on what Mellie said, he seemed charming and sweet in a way that already had your heart racing.

Clyde’s cheeks grew pink as you smiled at him, “Yeah ah you too sweetheart.” He managed to reply.

For a moment, the two of you just stood taking each other in before Clyde spoke again. “I already got us a table, if ya’d follow me.” He holds out his hand for you to take, trying to be gentlemen like. He didn’t know what men did back where you were from, but he wanted to treat you in the best way he could, even if his hand was a little clammy.

You take his hand, yours fitting in the palm of his and Clyde finds relief feeling that your hand is clammy too. It makes him smile to himself, finding it sweet that you’d be nervous to go on a date with someone like him. And you hadn’t said anything about his prosthetic yet, which was a relief.

Your first date with Clyde Logan, despite a few awkward moments, went over quite smoothly. So smooth that you very much hoped that he’d want to go on a second date. When you shyly mentioned it, Clyde choked on his drink. “Oh my gawd, sweetheart-uh yeah. Yes! I would love to take ya out sometime, maybe dinner or somethin’.” Clyde nods eagerly.

While the first date Clyde tried not to set himself up for disappointment, the second date he stepped up his game. Maybe he wanted to impress you just a little bit, you had really blown him away by just the kindness of your heart and the wittiness of your words. He felt like you were one of the girls he read about in one of his romance novels, and if you were on that level he needed at least to try a little more to match it. So, Clyde Logan bought you some flowers. The look on your face was more than worth it.

“I told ya so,” Jimmy laughed, shaking his head as he heard Clyde go on about his latest date with you. “I told ya it’d do ya some good.” He clasped his hand on Clyde’s back.

“Damn right, she’s like some sorta angel.” Clyde took a swig of his beer.

Jimmy grinned, “She’s already got ya fallin’ doesn’t she.”

Clyde pouted, “Hey-I just like her a lot alright?”

Jimmy’s expression turned sly, “Well, have ya done it yet? Have ya put your moves on ‘er.”

“Jimmy! I don’t like what you’re gettin’ on about with that question.” Clyde raised his brow at his brother.

“Oh c’mon we’re brothers, you can tell me Clyde.” Jimmy elbowed him. Clyde just gave him a look, taking another sip of his drink. “Oh, so you haven’t done it yet? I know you, you’d be red right now if ya had just thinking about lovin’ on your girl.” Jimmy snickered, and Clyde’s face started to turn red as he thought about it.

“No-no we have not done anything of the sorts, I only just kissed her on the last date and even that was nothin’ serious. Besides it ain’t none of your business even if ya are my brother.” Clyde frowned.

“What! Ya only kissed her one time, I can’t believe that. Clyde ya talk about her like a man in love but ya only just kissed her last night? What is she shy or somethin’?” Jimmy seemed flabbergasted especially with how passionate Clyde seemed.

Clyde punched his brothers shoulder, angry and flustered. “I don’t like ya talkin’ about her like that.” Clyde defended. And that was pretty much the end of that conversation. But it did put thoughts in Clyde’s mind, made him wonder if he was taking it too slow or if maybe you just didn’t feel that attracted to him and were just a nice girl taking pity on a veteran.

He was getting more frustrated thinking about it, and in his frustration and drunk state of mind he decided to call you.

“Sweetheart, hey-”

“Oh, hi Clyde. I wasn’t expecting a call from you, but I’m happy you did call.” You smile to yourself as you hear his warm voice over the phone. Clyde rarely called or used a phone, and his conversations were brief. But you did appreciate when he did, just to hear the sound of his voice.

Clyde sighs, and you ask him what’s wrong. “It’s just, I don’t know. You’re such a nice and pretty girl, I don’t understand why ya are datin’ me still.” Clyde got straight to his fears.

“Oh Clyde-” His words made your heart ache, how did he not understand?

“Now I don’t want your pity.” Clyde interrupted you.

“That’s not-” You sighed. “Clyde I don’t pity you, I never have. I just like you a lot, you’re a good man and it doesn’t help that I find you very...attractive.”

“What!” Clyde yells into the phone. No that couldn’t be true.

“I’m already a mess don’t make me say it again!” You say with a slight whine in your voice.

“Fuck you’re so cute,” Clyde breathes out. “I’m sorry for botherin’ ya sweetheart, don’t know how ya put up with me but I’m gonna make it up to ya. The county fair is comin’ around this weekend, and I think it’d be fun if we went together.”

“That sounds really nice, I’d love to.” You say softly. You’ve never heard Clyde swear before now, and something about it makes you feel heated.

“It’s a date then darlin’.” Clyde grins to himself. Fuck what Jimmy said, he was gonna let this go at its own pace. He didn’t wanna pressure you or nothin’. That just wouldn’t be right of him.

The date at the fair had you swooning over Clyde, he just kept smiling at you thinking of how you called him attractive, and that smile made your heart feel all warm and fuzzy. You held his prosthetic hand because he was holding a big stuffed teddy bear he had won for you trying to show off at one of the fair games, and when he realized you were holding that hand it made his eyes water.

“Sweetheart ya don’t have to do that,” He looks at your tiny hand wrapped around the plastic, the gentle weight of it tugging on his arm.

“But I want to!” You defended. And Clyde was so taken aback by it, he couldn’t even find the words to argue with you on it.

“Okay,” He said weakly, giving in. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he thought it would burst, because in this moment Clyde realized he was completely head over heels in love with you, and nothing was gonna change that fact.

The sun was setting as you sat with him on the ferris wheel, this time holding his real hand as you enjoyed the view around you. Clyde of course was just focused on you, still reeling over his realization and the intensity of his feelings. You felt his heated gaze and looked over at him, “Clyde-” He was looking at you in such a way you didn’t even know how to react.

He tilted his head, opening and closing his mouth like he wanted to say something, his grip on your hand tightening. There was so much longing and just this warmth in his eyes, it made you feel breathless. What was weighing on his mind had been bothering him so much, he just needed to spit it out. Even if it was too soon. “I love you sweetheart.” He confessed.

Out of all of the things to come out of his mouth, you were not expecting those words. Words that made emotions swell in your chest and tears come to your eyes. You sucked in a breath and sputtered out his name, “Clyde Logan…” You brought your hand up to cup his face.

You didn’t say it back just yet, but the way you were looking back at him was more than enough for Clyde. He leaned in to kiss you and you met his soft lips, pliant to him as you leaned up against his chest. But as soft as it started the kiss grew more passionate as Clyde deepened it, his tongue gliding between your lips and tasting your sweet mouth.

And he kept kissing you up there as the sun set, his lips insistently pressing against yours, his hand wrapping around you and soothing over a spot on your back. He let out a moan when you tugged on his hair, your kisses and your touch lighting him on fire. He broke away from you panting, “Don’t want half the town to see me makin’ out with ya.” He pressed a quick kiss against your cheek, nuzzling it after with his nose.

With one arm wrapped around Clyde’s neck you stay close to him, cuddling against his chest and resting a hand over his heart. “I don’t know if I’d really care, I’m proud that you’re my man.” You looked up at him.

Clyde’s chest swelled with pride and he grinned back at you. “And I’m proud to be yours darlin’, I just don’t want folks gettin’ the wrong idea s’all.”

“I don’t think I want this night to end,” You sigh dreamily.

His breath hitched as he thought of something, “Maybe it doesn’t have to. Maybe...I could take ya home with me.”

“Oh I..I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admit.

Clyde’s eyes go wide, his mind coming to life with all the possibilities of that. “Well it’s okay ya don’t have to sweetheart, I’d never want ya to do anythin’ ya wouldn’t be ready for.” He looks at you as he talks, his hand continuing to caress you.

“No, I’m just nervous Clyde um the most I’ve ever done is kissing and even that, not very much.” You look away shyly, face feeling hot.

Clyde freezes, looking at you in wonder. You, the prettiest sweetest girl of his dreams, are a virgin. That meant...if you did, he’d be your first. Oh god, that made his heart race. He hums as he thinks for a moment. “W-would that even be somethin’ ya would wanna do with me? Are ya even interested in me bein’ your first?” He asked.

That, you were certain of. “Yes-I want to, I’m just scared.” You told him.

“Oh darlin’, please don’t be afraid. I’ll take it real slow with ya, learn what ya like. I just wanna take care of ya and...and make ya feel good.” His voice grew husky as he spoke.

You nodded in agreement, because if it were to happen with anyone you’d want it to be with him. You had started feeling such an intense desire around him lately, craving more than just kissing. But you needed guidance, and he was offering exactly what you needed. So, you said yes.

The drive over to Clyde’s trailer was quiet, the radio softly playing as you looked out the window. Clyde was feeling just as nervous as you were, his hand tensing around the steering wheel as his imagination ran wild. He was already fantasizing, of how shy and beautiful you’d be for him, how innocent and sweet about the whole thing, and his-he’d be your first. That made him feel like you really trusted him, it made him feel loved. He almost wondered if you had ever fallen in love before, how many other firsts he may take from you. All of it weighed heavy on his heart.

He needed to do right by you, he needed it to be perfect. He hoped he had some candles somewhere...thank god he just washed his sheets. Maybe he should take another shower first, no that would be awkward. Shit he hoped he didn’t smell or nothing. He’d just have to freshen up in the bathroom real quick, that’s all. Clyde let out a huff, trying to settle his nerves.

At the trailer, he had you sit on the couch. “Here sweetheart, I wanna kiss ya some more that’s all. If that’s alright by ya of course.” He was hoping just maybe a little more kissing would warm you up to him.

You silently nodded and Clyde sat on the couch by you, gently guiding you into a kiss with his hand. You kissed him back with need this time, and Clyde met it with equal hunger, making you let out a little moan. Clyde grinned into the kiss, “Now don’t hold back that pretty little sound on account of me sweetheart.”

As the making out got more heated, Clyde became frustrated, “Fuck sweetheart-I gotta, I gotta take this off. I hope my arm won’t bother ya. I can keep it on but, I’d like to try and old ya with both of my arms. Even if I only got part of one.”

“Clyde, of course I don’t mind.” You shook your head.

Clyde let out a breath of relief, quickly undoing the prosthetic that was really more for show than function. Putting it to the side he got much closer to you, his left arm now holding you as he used his right hand to touch you.

“Mmmph Clyde,” You moaned as he grabbed your ass. He huffed and squeezed it harder, loving the sound of the squeak you let out. He was so in love with you and so eager to feel every bit of you that you’d let him, over the moon that you were getting some pleasure out of his touch. He knew you couldn’t be forcing such a pretty sound like that.  

“Darlin’ ya feel so nice in my hand, s’been so hard to keep my hands off ya.” Clyde rasps out. He hums as you press your lips back against his, kissing you eagerly in return. Boldly you brought your hand to his thigh, sliding to rub his inner thigh and earning an appreciative groan from Clyde.  

“Ah listen-” Clyde started to speak, but you were too needy to kiss him to let him finish. He gently pushes you back, “Sweetheart, I think it’s time we move this to the bedroom. Do ya feel ready for that?” Clyde asks you softly, placing his hand over yours on his thigh.

“Yes, please,” You said breathlessly.

Clyde smirked at you, “Gettin’ needy now are we?” He teased.

Hand in hand he walked you to his bedroom, turning on the lamp to cast a warm light over the room. “It might be easier, if we take off some of our clothes first. I’d like to see you darlin’ if that’s alright.”

You nod, and begin to lift your dress over your head, Clyde surprised you were doing it so quickly. Though you just wanted to get it over with. “Shit,” He cursed seeing you just in your bra and underwear. You covered yourself with your arms, feeling shy and flustered under this gaze.

“Now don’t do that, you’re coverin’ up somethin’ beautiful right there.” He frowned, softly trying to encourage you. “Ain’t nothing wrong with this, all of ya is perfect to me,” He placed the palm of his hand over your stomach, looking down at you lovingly.

“Can you take off your shirt too?” You ask him.

Clyde swallows thickly, nodding as he begins to undo buttons deftly with one hand. He shrugs off his good shirt, not caring that he leaves it on the floor. Once his undershirt comes off his chest is bare to you, keeping eye contact as he begins to unbuckle his jeans. As he does that you begin to unclasp your bra, Clyde staring at you in awe once he steps out of his pants.

He brings you into his arms, his face nuzzling along the side of your neck and his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass again. Your nipples harden against his chest and Clyde growls, “I don’t understand how I’m the lucky bastard that’s the first one to see all of...this. Fuck I bet your pussy’ll be real tight.” His filthy words make you whimper, and he tightens his hold.

“You just lay down on the bed sweetheart, let me do all the work,” He instructs you.

You walk over to his bed, trying to rub your thighs together for some relief. You let out a shaky breath as you lay down for him, cheeks on fire at the increasing intimacy of it all. You trusted Clyde, but nothing could shake your nerves just yet. He settled in between your legs, softly kissing your inner thigh before moving his attention to nudge his nose over your panties.

“Fuck I can smell your pussy, I bet you’re drippin’ for me baby. So sweet and so good.” He murmurs against the fabric of your panties, making you arch your hips. He kisses over a patch of wetness, swirling his tongue over and moaning at the heady taste. “Would ya, would ya let me eat this sweet pussy? It’ll feel real good, promise.” Clyde looks up at you with his big brown eyes, hopeful that you’ll say yes.

“Only if you want to.” You lift yourself on your elbows to look down at him, feeling yourself gush at the sight of Clyde’s broad shoulders between your thighs.

He just grins, “Course I want to, s’like enjoyin’ a nice juicy peach. My peach,” He hummed. He’s still smiling as he pushes your panties to the side, coating his tongue in your slick and cursing at the taste. He pulls your panties off so they’re out of his way, before diving in.

He lathes over your cunt with his tongue, lavishing it with kisses from his plump lips and the pleasure of his hot mouth. He sucks and licks in just the right ways, it’s all so overwhelming and you’re so turned on as it you know it won’t be long before you cum. “Ah Clyde! I won’t last.” You try to get him to stop.

All you get back is his muffled words, “Sorry sweetheart I ain’t stoppin’.” But you can’t really make it out, the vibration of his words is too distracting. As his tongue swirls inside you his mustache rubs against your clit and it feels divine, Clyde uncaring that your mess gets in his beard.

He kisses your clit like he’s making out with it, his mouth sucking and lips pressing open mouthed to let his tongue flick against it. Your shameless noises go deaf to your ears, and Clyde eats them up and lets it feed his own arousal, now determined to make you cum this way. And he does make you cum, so suddenly that it catches you off guard and you don’t even get the chance to warn him.

He continues to eat you out till you’re whimpering, oversensitive. He comes up with this big dopey grin on his face, watching you recover from your orgasm as you lay on his bed. He licks the remaining slick off his lips and mustache, “Can I get one more of those outta ya sweetheart? You’ve been so good ya know, it’d be a shame not to see you make that pretty face again.”

“I wanted-I wanted to do more, I’m sorry I came so fast.” You pant.

Clyde pouted, “Do not apologize to me missy, I wasn’t plan on lettin’ ya cum just once. I’d hoped ya would let me make ya cum again, if that’s alright.” He soothingly rubs your thigh, asking for your permission.

“O-okay.” You let him, because truthfully you feel like you need more than that. You need all of him.

Clyde smiles again, and leans in to give you a kiss. “Maybe it’s greedy of me, but I’m just dyin’ to feel ya sweetheart. And I gotta get ya nice and ready beforehand.”

He lowers his eyes to your tits, “Hmm seems like these two pretty babies have been missin’ out on the fun, I gotta fix that.” He presses a kiss between your breasts, massaging one in his hand with his thumb rubbing over your nipple. His eyes glimmer with excitement as he plays with your breasts, dipping down to nuzzle and kiss your soft tits.

You can feel his hard cock through his boxers against your thigh, and wanting to return the favor you reach down to rub his hard on. Clyde groans, eyes squeezing shut as he bucks his hips against your hand. “No-can’t handle ya doin’ that just yet, and tonight is about you sweetheart. I’ll teach ya about that some other time.” He gently guides your hand away from his own need.

He kisses you some more while his hands reach between your legs, rubbing your wetness around your clit before sliding a thick finger inside your entrance. You let out a soft “oh” for him and he eats it up, his lips back on yours.

“Ah can tell already you’re gonna be real fuckin’ tight for me sweetheart, but Imma try and get ya nice and relaxed as I can.”  

And with some soft encouragement, more sweet kisses, Clyde manages to get you up to three fingers. So much bigger than what you could do on your own each one is an adjustment, but with his patience you do adjust. “Mmm I think you’re ready for my cock sweetheart, think you’ve been real good and I wanna reward ya.” He praises you.

“Oh please Clyde,” You whine.

His cock springs free from his boxers as he pulls them off, hard and leaking desire for you, making Clyde shudder as it hits the cool air. You moan as he rubs his cock against your folds, smearing himself in your juices along with some lube from his drawer to keep it nice and smooth. You’re ready when he enters, but it’s still a stretch for you. Clyde coaches you through it all, his voice tight with pleasure. “That’s it, just a little more sweetheart, You’re doin’ so good, mmph feelin’ so good.” His head drops in pleasure, hair falling over his eyes.

To be comfortable he has to lean some of his weight on you, close as can be when he begins to slowly rock his hips. He can’t believe he’s taking your first, and how beautiful and sweet you are with him, letting him guide you along the way. It’s pulling at his heartstrings, and he feels full of all sorts of emotions as he fucks your tight cunt.

As soon as you start really moaning, Clyde speeds up. His thrusts slow and steady now hard and fast, and your noises matching the speed. He’s moaning a lot too now, cursing and grunting with effort and pleasure. All while he sings out praise, “Ah yes, yes! You’re so pretty and ah! Tight. Feels so good and warm, fuckin’ can’t believe this pretty little pussy.”

Clyde rests his his head on the space of the pillow next to where your head lies, pressing his nose to your shoulder and kissing up along to your neck. His mouth sucks enough to bruise, his hot breath fanning against your skin as he works up a sweat.

“I love ya, so so much. My pretty girl, so good to me.” Clyde pants out, the bed starting to creak as he rut his hips. “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy, ah fuck!” Clyde curses as he stills, his orgasm coming outta nowhere and making him spurt hot cum inside you.

“Sweetheart mmm, can still make ya cum. Sorry ah didn’t last that long.” Clyde says dejectedly.

“No Clyde, oh!” You moan as he begins to rub your oversensitive clit. “You’re perfect, mmm I love you too!” You cry out, cumming quickly on his fingers.

Clyde laughs, overjoyed, “You love me too now? That’s not just the sex talkin’ to ya?”

You nod, blissed out and with a dopey grin on your face to match Clyde. “It’s not just that, I do. I love you.” You reach up to push back a stray lock of hair and he leans into your touch.

“I’m so lucky ya shared this with me, I’ll never forget it sweetheart. You’re so beautiful to me.” Clyde looks down at you, warmth in his brown eyes. He curls up next to you in bed, his chest still flushed red along with his face. He pulls you back in his arms and begins to pepper soft, tired kisses over your face, making you smile. “And I love you too, don’t ya forget it.” He reminded you, poking your cheek.

And he really would never forget this moment, that made him feel so lucky he forgot about any curse. It was hard to even justify one existing if he had the most perfect woman naked as ever in his arms, and he was gonna love on ya as long as you’d let him.

[haledamage]

OC Interview: Liv Ramsey

a slightly more different interview with Liv XD @captainofthefallen​ open tagged and I didn’t need any much encouragement, so here you go. Gonna put most of it under a cut because it got really long. 

I want to do this with Kira, too, but I couldn’t decide which romance route, and since some of the answers would obviously be different depending, I decided not to. (if someone wants to reply to this and tell me which Bravo Boy you want to see Kira awkwardly pretend she isn’t attracted to, I’ll do this for her as well :))

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same  I was gonna say I’m not tagging anyone, but I’m gonna actually tag @queen-scribbles​ for one of her Wayhaven Detectives because I love them :3

1. What is your name?

“Raphael.” She grins playfully, as sharp and bright as a blade. She’s fidgeting restlessly with what looks to be a 9mm bullet. You’re unsure if it’s meant to be a threat or if she just needs something to do with her hands. “Okay, not really. I’m Liv. Olivia Ramsey. Charmed, I’m sure.”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

“I don’t know for a fact that I am named that. It’s just what they called me, and I decided to keep it.” She slips the bullet into some hidden pocket in the simple, well-tailored black suit she’s wearing and leans back, picking absently at her chipped blood-red nail polish. “As for Raphael, that’s my rank. Like a callsign, you could say. Or a nickname. I’ve got pretty attached to it in the last month or so.”

3. Are you single or taken?

She scowls. “I never liked to phrase it that way. ‘Taken,’ like I’ve been kidnapped or somethin’.” She pauses, studying your face like she’s trying to figure out how much to tell you. “But I assume you’re askin’ if I’m in a relationship, and I guess I am. Sorta. I’m pretty sure.” 

She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a long sigh. “I am in love with a man who is also in love with me and that I sometimes share a bed with. That I share a lot of things with. He’s also technically my boss, and if anyone knew about it, they’d try to use me to get to him. I’d be tortured and killed and that’s if I’m lucky. So it’s, y’know, a bit complicated.”

She leans forward in her chair suddenly, all the kindness draining from her face. “This stays between us, right, sweetheart? I’m not gonna let you put Gabriel in any danger over this.” She sits back and just like that her smile is back. “And before you ask, no. I haven’t seen his face. Everyone always asks me that. It’s not safe yet. No tellin’ who else might be watching.” Her smile softens into something fond, almost sweet. “I can wait. He’s worth it.”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“I’m a good sweet-talker. Good at gettin’ people to tell me things or makin’ ‘em listen. I prefer to do it with a smile, but,” she pauses, a shadow of something very dangerous in her pale eyes, “well, sometimes people are stubborn. I got other ways to make ‘em talk, too.”

“Besides that, I move fast, I can be real quiet when I need to… or real loud, if that’s what’s called for instead. Pretty good at patching up wounds. Less good at causing them, but hey, no one’s perfect.” She shrugs one shoulder.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

She laughs, loud and joyful and maybe a little unhinged. “Oh, I fuckin’ wish. You know what’d I’d do if I had super powers and shit?” Her laughter quiets, but she keeps chuckling. “Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”

6. What’s your eye color?

“Blue. Not much to say about it, really. Lotsa people have blue eyes.”

7. How about your hair color?

She tugs on a strand of her long hair, currently falling loosely around her shoulders and down her back. “It’s red, right now. I change it sometimes, when the mood strikes, but I like red. I think only Mouse and Gabriel know my natural hair color, and I’d prefer to keep it that way.” She taps her index finger on her thigh, thinking. "Maybe Michael knows. I dunno how much Gabriel tells him. I don't think he'd really care about somethin’ like that. Bigger fish to fry and all."

8. Have any family members?

“I mean, I’ve got the Archangels. Beyond them, no. Don’t need anyone else.”

9. Oh? How about pets? 

She brightens suddenly. “I have a kitten! Her name’s Ruby. Here, I think I have a picture.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and scrolls through it for a moment before holding it out to you. On the screen is a picture of a kitten, about three or four months old, with fluffy gray fur and curious blue eyes. It seems to be laying on what looks like a black hockey mask. “Raquel’s probably still a little pissed at me for keeping her, but… well, it did kinda save her life.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

“I don’t like being shot at,” she says dryly, then she smirks. “I don’t like when people threaten my friends. If I had a dime for every time someone threatened to hurt Mouse in order to get me to talk, I could retire somewhere tropical.” She laughs to herself, one quick, amused ‘ha!’. “I’d like to see them try. He may be little, and quiet, but I don’t recommend underestimating him. It’ll be the last thing you ever do.” 

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“I’m an artist. You’ve probably seen some of my work, if you’ve ever been to Manhattan. A couple of them were even done legally.” Her smile is warm, and there’s still laughter in her eyes. “I’m a painter. I mean, when I have time. I got lots of sketchbooks I fill up when I don’t have the time to put things on canvas or concrete. I’m also a pretty good chess player.” Her smile turns a little wicked. “Ask Rook how good I am at it. I wonder if he’s still sore about losin’ to me. I don’t think Bishop’s ever gonna let him live it down.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“Are you kidding me?” She laughs. “I have hurt people in any way you can imagine and several ways you probably can’t. I don’t like to do it… well, just between you and me, sometimes I do like it.” She straightens the light blue tie she wears. “But either way, it’s part of the job. And I'm very good at my job.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Oh yeah. Plenty of them.” She shrugs, like she’s not bothered at all by it, but she won’t quite meet your eyes. “If it makes you feel any better, they were bad people. Probably. Most of them were, at least.” She smiles warmly at you, the tension in her expression gone like it was never there. “Don’t worry, we don’t kill innocents or civilians. Even nosy ones.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“I dunno. Probably like a coyote or somethin’. One of those animals that can survive in almost any environment. The ones that stubbornly refuse to die.”

15. Name your worst habits?

“I run off at the mouth, especially if I’m scared or hurt or nervous. Not, like--” she pauses, as if looking for the right words “I don’t give away information or anything like that. I’m not a snitch. I just… I’m a bit of a smartass, and a bit of a flirt, and in situations where I should probably not be talking, I’m doin’ one of those instead. Michael says it’ll get me killed one day. Sometimes he says he’ll be the one to do it.” She grins. “He doesn’t mean it. He adores me. Don’t let him tell you different.”

She slouches back in her chair, crossing her legs at the knee. “Besides that, I can’t sit still worth shit and I always forget to do the dishes. Also, don’t hand me any important paperwork because I will draw on it.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“Nope. Never really had anyone to look up to. Well, maybe…” she pauses, her eyes distant. “Maybe Kaidan. Never had anyone take a chance on me before he did. He’s the reason I’m here now. The reason I’m an Archangel. He’s kinda my… mentor, in a way.” She smiles to herself. “Him and Gabriel. But I can’t exactly say I look up to Gabriel, y’know? That gets into weird territories, when you consider my relationship with him.” 

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“Are those my only choices? ‘Cause those are not the only sexual orientations out there, sweetheart. I’m pansexual.” She spreads her arms out in an inviting way. “I’m an equal opportunity gal.” 

18. Did you attend school?

“Sure. New York public schools. I even graduated. For Mouse, more than for myself. If I dropped out, he woulda done so too, and I didn’t want to drag him down with me.” She looks down, sadness in her eyes for a moment. “Guess I did anyway. Some best friend I turned out to be.” 

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I don’t really care one way or the other about marriage, but if I ever have kids they’ll be adopted. I wanna give some kid the kind of home, the kind of family, that I never got to have. Unconditional and all that shit.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“Obviously.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder dramatically, then laughs. “Nah. If people know who I am, I’m not doin’ my job right, and if people are out there bein’ fans of the Archangels, then it’s Michael and Gabriel they’re swooning over, not Raphael.”

21. What are you most afraid of? 

Her face goes abruptly blank and cold. “Being abandoned. Being alone. I’ve been there before… before Mouse, before the Archangels. I’ll burn this whole fuckin’ city to the ground if that’s what it takes to keep them safe. I’m not ever going back to that. Not ever.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Usually?” She looks down at herself. “Oh, you’re askin’ about the suit! It’s standard Archangel uniform. Black suit, blue tie, mask.” She pulls a hockey mask out of the inside pocket of her suit jacket. It’s black and has what appears to be a cascade of red roses down the right side of it. “You like it? I designed it myself.”

She puts the mask back away. “When I’m not working, I like layers. Tank tops and flannel shirts and leather jackets. Skinny jeans or leggings or skirts and tights. Dresses short enough to stop traffic. Red and pink and yellow and black. A bit of Archangel blue sometimes, too, these days.” She tugs on her light blue tie again. “Rook told me I looked like a ‘punk rock supermodel’ once. Nicest thing he’s ever said to me.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“Gabriel bakes the best fuckin’ cookies you will ever eat. There is a small chance I fell for those cookies before I fell for him.”

24. Am I annoying you?

She waves a dismissive hand. “Nah. I’ll take any excuse to talk about myself.”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

She smiles that knife-sharp grin again and runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “So when do I get to ask you questions, sweetheart? I’ll make it worth your time.” 

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

She tilts her head to one side thoughtfully. “Y’know, I have no fuckin’ idea. I live in a pretty swanky apartment right now, but I don’t own it. I have a decent amount of money squirreled away, but most of it’s stolen. All of the above, I guess. I’m a homeless kid who lives in the penthouse suite.”

27. How many friends do you have?

She stops to think for a second. “Fourteen.” She looks surprised and clearly is counting them again in her head. “Wow. Fourteen. Huh. You know, two months ago the answer to that question was ‘one.’ Even if we’re just talking close friends, the answer’s still eight. I’m not… I got no idea what to say to that.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“I prefer cake, but I don’t mind pie either. Just don’t ask me to bake one. And if I do, I don’t recommend you eat it.”

29. Favorite drink?

“Tea with milk and sugar. Pretty sure it’s Mouse’s fault. That’s how it works, right? Blame your tea-drinking habits on your British friends.” She laughs lightly. “I’ve got too many fuckin’ British friends.”

30. What’s your favorite place?

“I like Father Murdock’s. I like the juxtaposition of it all. Church upstairs, black market downstairs. Nuns carrying AKs. It’s just ridiculous enough that it almost doesn’t seem real.” She sighs and her smile slips a little. “Favorite place used to be the Mill, but I guess we can’t go back there now. Gotta find a new base of operations.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“Why, you hopin' you got a shot?” She looks you over slowly, a playful smirk spreading across her face. “I mean, you've already asked me if I was 'taken'. Since I am, it obviously means I'm interested in someone. Or are you asking if I'm interested in someone else?” 

She stops to really think about it. “These days, I'm surrounded by a lot of gorgeous, interesting people. People that, in a different situation, I’d probably be real interested in. But if Gabriel's in the room, the rest of the world may as well not exist. He’s magnetic. It doesn’t make sense for a man to be so goddamn attractive when the only part of him not covered is his eyes and even that’s only sometimes, but I know I’m not the only one drawn to him. I’m just the lucky one.” She chuckles, and that fond smile is back, the same one she wore last time she spoke about Gabriel. “I always thought that 'I only have eyes for you' thing was a bit sappy, but damn if it isn't true.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” She waves it off like she’s already forgotten about it, then smirks at you again. “If you’re actually interested, though, I got a few friends I could introduce you to. We can talk about it later.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“Ugh. I hate swimming. I’m not really a, uh, outdoorsy type.” She taps a fingernail against her bottom lip, thinking. “I guess a lake, if I had to choose. Less sharks and shit.”

34. What’s your type?

“You sure are askin’ a lot of questions about my love life, sweetheart. I guess it’s lucky for you that you caught me at a time I actually have one.” She chuckles and sits back in her chair, staring at the ceiling while she thinks. 

She’s quiet for a long moment, then leans forward suddenly, her pale blue eyes intense. “You know what’s the most attractive thing a person can have, regardless of gender? Competence. There is nothing sexier than someone who knows their shit and does it well. That confidence someone has when they’re really good at something and they know it.”

She sits back again, some of that intensity draining away. “I’ve never had anything specific physically that draws my attention. Lucky for Gabriel, I guess, since I was already long in love with him before I really saw any of him. He’s got real good shoulders, though, y’know? Broad. Strong. Stubborn.” She laughs at the last one.

35. Any fetishes?

“Dunno. Most of my sexual experience has been pretty vanilla so far. Might be fun to find out.”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“No thanks. I did enough sleepin’ outside when I was homeless for a few months. No way in hell I'm sleeping outside on purpose. I’d prefer a roof over my head, if it’s all the same to you.”

She waits for you to ask another question, but when you don’t she just nods. “All right, good talk. This was fun.” She stands from her chair and straightens out her suit, then offers you a hand to shake. Her handshake is strong and confident, her skin warm. “You need to find me again, go see Father Murdock. Tell Greg you’re lookin’ for Raphael. He knows how to get in touch.” She walks away, steps fast and purposeful and almost silent, and you follow her outside.

She pulls a black ski mask out of her pocket and puts it on, covering her face except for her eyes and mouth and tucking her hair underneath it, then pulls that hockey mask out again and puts it on over it. She takes out a pair of black leather gloves and pulls them on too. When she looks back at you, there’s no sign of the woman underneath except for the pale blue eyes; if you hadn’t just been talking with her, you’re not sure you’d even know she was a woman, the suit and masks erasing any signs of personality or identity.

She waves jovially. “If I were you, I’d find someplace to lay low for a little while,” she says, and even her voice is different: colder, harder, her slight New York accent gone like it had never been there. “It’s not safe around here at this time of day. All kinds of dangerous people around.”

As if on cue, a black SUV pulls up nearby. The passenger-side front window rolls down and the back door opens. Inside, there are four other people wearing the same black suit and blue tie, their faces all covered by hockey masks. There seems to be no theme or color scheme among the masks. You wonder if any of them are the Gabriel that she spoke so highly of.

“Heya, boss,” a friendly, Welsh-accented voice calls from the front passenger seat. “You get what ya needed?”

Liv doesn’t reply, instead just pulling herself smoothly into the open seat in the back next to one very large man in body armor with a shotgun in his lap and one very small man with an open laptop in his. They both nod at her as she sits down, and she puts a friendly hand on the smaller man’s shoulder. He must be Mouse, you assume.

The driver calls out to you, and he also has a Welsh accent. “Might be best to forget you ever saw us.”

“And ya best hope you never see us again,” says the front passenger. Her accent and cadence of speaking are so similar to the driver’s you’re pretty sure they’re related.

Liv nods to you once more, then closes her door. You see the large man hand her what you’re pretty sure is some type of submachine gun. The driver gives you a jaunty salute and then they drive away. 

You stare into the space where the SUV had been for a long moment. You should probably ask your boss for a raise; there’s no way you’re getting paid enough to interview Archangels.

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Ohhh can I have a headcanon please? Okay how about how the rfa would react to seeing each other (as in mc and one of the rfa) naked for the first time... Like a very shy mc with no experience and they are about to make love to each other.

Ooh! My very first headcanon. Thank you, dear~! I’ll trynot to disappoint. ^^’

Ø  ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

Both of you are shaking like leaves

Yoosungthought it would be more romantic to undress each other, but now he can’t bringhimself to fully undress you.

Youbreathe his name softly, but enough for him to hear.

That suredoes coax him a bit further. He finally musters up the courage and takes offthe remaining garments on you

oh

oH

Yoosungis a complete tomato

He triesnot to stare, but fails miserably. He looks you up and down several times. Youare just so beautiful.

Whenyou grip the hem of Yoosung’s underwear, he is thrown from his daze and has tobite his lip to keep from breathing too loudly while you pull them offand—HELLO

Seemslike Yoosung is really into this.

Youare now a complete tomato as well, good work. ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭

Ahundred ideas run through both of your heads as you gaze at each other, takingin every gorgeous inch of the other’s body. Yoosung speaks up.

“C-CanI touch you..?”

Hesounds so eager, as if he’s asking for the entire world on a silver platter.

Yourskin feels like it’s literally going to melt off. You nod shyly, and he complies.

Thesession is very awkward gentle and full of timid passion. This memory ofyou will never be erased from his mind.

Ø  ~~~ZEN~~~

“It’sokay, MC…”

You’rehiding yourself. All of the clothes in the room are piled on the floor, and youare still hiding yourself.

Zenstrokes your arm gently, encouraging you to loosen up… But how can you be calmwhen you have a literal super model standing in front of you?!

“You’reso beautiful. Why are you hiding?”

You finallylook up at him with wide, bashful eyes and rosy red cheeks. He tenses up.

Mmn… Control yourself, Zen. They are tooprecious to rush—

“Wedon’t have to—“

Zen’swords are cut off by your lips melding with his. That’s all you could think todo.

He’sshocked, but wraps his arms around you.

You dothe same, finally uncovering yourself but

Oh sweet mother of god

Yournaked body is pressed flush against his, and he finally loses it.

Hepushes you onto his mattress, breaking off the kiss to admire what you’ve beenhiding.

Damnit, Zen.

Hischeeks are bright pink, eyes so wide they were almost about to pop out of hishead.

“I’mnever letting you wear clothes again…”

Ø  ~~~JAEHEE~~~

You bothcurl up on the couch to watch Zen’s latest DVD!!

Youwatch her practically swoon at Zen, and it makes your heart sink. She noticessomething is wrong, and you finally confess.

Shetells you that you’re silly for thinking he could compare to her significantother.

Youjust have to kiss her, have to take back all of the attention you lost to Zen.You were ready to erase every thought of him from her mind.

Thetwo of you lay on the couch, limbs curled around each other, lips locked together.

Yourheart is about to explode, but you need to make sure she is yours.

Youundress her very slowly, and every curve of her body is just so… perfect. Youcan’t help but think she’s too good for you…

Ofcourse you’re both red in the face and scared to look at each other, but herbeauty seemed to dash out all of that fear.

Youslowly and painfully begin to undress yourself, insecurities ravishing yourmind. What if she prefers Zen’s body to mine? What if she doesn’t love meanymore after she sees…? What if- what if-

Finally,all of your clothes are off and you brave a glance at Jaehee.

She’sshocked, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, as if wanting to say so many things thatall the words lodged in her throat at once.

“You..You are an angel!”

She’sbeet red now, covering her mouth at such an embarrassing comment. 

Butthat’s all you needed to hear. ♥

Ø  ~~~JUMIN~~~

Youagreed to spend a romantic night with Jumin.

Afterthe exquisite dinner and a small shopping spree, the night was filled with softkisses and gentle touches. But eventually, you two wanted more.

Hethrew off his tie, coat, and shoes, then went to undress you, but you stoppedhim.

“C-canI do it myself?” you ask. He nods and you get up?? You leave the room??

Juminsits on the bed, confused.

Untilyou come back in, in one of the robes he had picked out for you.

***Realization***

Juminsits on the edge of the bed, eyes somewhat wide as you near him. You’re lookingdown, obviously too timid to make eye contact as you open up the robe and letit drop.

Jumin isspeechless. He stares, mouth slightly ajar. He cannot comprehend how you couldbe so shy with such beauty. He could swear he’d never seen anything asbeautiful since Elizabeth the 3rd in his entire life

Whileyour eyes are fixed on the ground, Jumin sneaks out of his clothes veryquickly. Like, who even knew Jumin could move that fast?

Yousee his shadow approaching and look up

Hot damn, Jumin. That personal gym isn’tgoing to waste.

Like, this guy’s muscles must have theirown religion or something what even-

Hesees the way you stare at him so hungrily, not unlike he is staring at you.

Hebeckons you with a deliberate curl of his finger, and you’re at his side in aninstant

Let’sface it. Jumin tries to be gentle with the first time, but at some points hegets carried away.

Youget a nice full body massage the next day. (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ

Ø  ~~~SEVEN~~~

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Y’all getting all freaky deaky andstuff

Half of your clothes are God knowswhere, his too

Basically been making out allthrough the house, occasionally tripping over empty cans of Dr. Pepper on theway to the whoopee-makin’ station

You two finally manage to stumbleover to the bed and flop onto it

Hereaches to take off the last bit of your clothes—to uncover the holy grail ofyour body, but then he notices how tense you are.

“Ah.. Areyou sure you’re into this?”

Youadmit that it’s your first time, and he is honestly shocked. But you urge himto continue, and he absolutely cannot deny.

Assoon as he sees all of you, completely laid bare to him…

Jaw,meet floor. Seven is practically drooling. Good luck trying to keep his handsoff of you from now on. （’￣︶￣）

Hepulls off his shirt and boxers eagerly, and you can’t help but stare at the wayhis body moves.

…Forbinging on chips and soda, he’s got a spectacular body. You smile to yourself,knowing it’s all yours.