#but I love both versions with or without🥵

[the-puppet-atilea]

Horny at 4 A.M in the agency.

[claraswritings]

Can you do the alphabet for both of them?

The Luca version of the alphabet…based on this… I posted the Carmy one first

CHEF LUCA NSFW ALPHABET

Warnings: it’s a NSFW alphabet so again��sexual content. The No section may be slightly TW but it’s not graphic and it’s essentially saying he would never do it. (Easily skippable).

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Luca is SO attentive. I’m talking after care king. He’ll clean you up afterwards and make sure he cuddles up to you, kissing you and holding you until you fall asleep in his arms. If he’s got work the next day, he will kiss you whilst you’re sleeping and leave you a cute note and breakfast for you so you don’t wake up and think he’s dipped.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)-

Of his own? Luca likes his hands, he works with them all day and tends to you with the same attention to detail, he likes how can tease your body with just his fingers, trace shapes over your skin, and please you with just his touch. Of yours? I think Luca would be a thigh guy, if you wear something that’s thigh hugging he can’t help imagining his face between them or them around his neck. Doesn’t matter if they’re thick thighs or not, he’s just happy to be squeezing them or having them squeeze him when he gets the chance.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Luca loves finishing inside you. The first time he did, it was an accident with the two of you getting carried away in the moment. He’d apologised but when you’d kissed him straight after and told him how hot it was, he became super into it, sometimes he’ll stay inside you for as long as possible afterwards other times he’ll pull out and watch it leak out. The image of it soon has him hard and ready to go again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a little into the idea of almost getting caught. There’s been a few times when Luca has snuck off with you to places and had you up against the wall, hand over mouth to give you something to bite on. Maybe somewhere where he knows an ex of yours or some guy who wants you might walk in. It’s his way of making you his. BRAIN GO BRRRRR 🥵🥵

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)-

Experienced enough that he knows what he’s doing but definitely not a player, something like 2-3 relationships and maybe 1-2 flings/ONS which whilst he enjoyed at the time wasn’t really his thing. Luca prefers the commitment. He absolutely knows what he’s doing though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Luca is big on eye contact and would like fucking you with a leg or both over his shoulder so he can get in nice and deep but still see your expressions and how you react to him. He’d want you to see how good you’re making him feel as well and be able to kiss you easily if he wants to reassure you how good you’re taking him. Also he likes being able to put a hand on your stomach and feel himself inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It all depends on the mood. Luca doesn’t mind joking around sometimes. If you’re watching a movie that has a sex scene or something he’ll start teasing you and whisper ‘I could do that to you’ or ‘you look like you’re enjoying that, should we try that?’ And if you do go along with it, he’ll be teasing you the whole way. Other times, if he’s had a long day or needs reassurance he’ll be so sweet and serious and telling you how lucky he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s neat and pretty well maintained but not obsessive over it. He keeps himself tidy. On you, he doesn’t care in the slightest.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Luca is romantic, plenty of kisses and gentle touches and, now this is a massive headcanon of mine, I can imagine he’d be like so attentive and caring in a lot of the more intimate personal moments, like he’d be gliding his hand up your thighs and asking “can I take this off?” and kissing you as he undresses you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I’d say he did it every so often before you. He was one of those people that, before he fell for you, he was pretty fine with being single so he’d do it if he ever had an itch he needed to scratch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oookay… now Luca definitely has a bit of a size kink. He’s extremely gifted downstairs and loves seeing how you stretch around his girth and how he can feel himself if he presses his hands on you. If you’re a lot shorter than him too, even better. 👀 Projecting? Me? Never

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes doing it in your shared kitchen when you’re alone. It started one day when he was teaching you how to make some incredible dessert and one thing lead to another… youve also maybe got a little bit… personal outside once or twice. Discreetly.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You wearing his clothes. If you steal his hoodies or shirts, all he can think about is if it was all you wear wearing. And soon it would be 🥵

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think anything related to aggression or Cnc would be a big no. To me, Luca is an consent king and would loves having you splayed out saying how good he is and where he can tell you how much he loves you so anything involving even pretending to hurt you is a hard no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Luca is hands down, without a doubt in my mind, without any question, without second guessing, a munch. He’s not going to say no if you want to go down on him but he prefers giving… he loves spending ages between your legs with his mouth and tongue on you, making you cum at least twice. It gets him off tasting you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Luca is adaptable. Mostly he likes to take his time with you, he knows he’s big so wants to go slow at first at least… however if you’re begging him to go faster, he won’t deprive his girl of what she wants 🥵. Sometimes the two of you would get carried away that you’d end up having a fast passionate session

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s game. Like said above, he’d prefer to take his time with you but if you’re hot for him and there’s time constraints he’s happy to test it…every second counts

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think Luca would be pretty open minded within a relationship. If you’re interested in something, he’d probably find your enthusiasm sexy and be willing to try for you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I’d say he can go for a few rounds and then one extra in the morning. He’d last a good amount of time, Luca wants you to cum first and twice before he does

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any but if you do, he’s more than happy to watch or even use them on you. You have a love egg that sometimes you slip in and let him have the control for, but it’s only a matter of time before he’s pulling you off somewhere quiet to replace it with himself. Said it before and I’ll say it again… BRRRRR 🥵

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In public he’ll be pressing gently into you so you can feel him half hard, and whispering how he wants you. He’ll leave himself there just until you start to push back into him and he’ll pull away, dipping for only a second to bite your neck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I can imagine he’d be a moaner, he’d let out the most low delicious guttural throaty sounds if you’re in control… if he’s in control and you’re having a bit of a more… heated session he’ll be vocal telling you how good you feel

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes cockwarming. Not even in a before or after sex way. Sometimes when you’re just cuddling, he wants to be as close to you as possible. Even if you’re cuddled up as close as possible, it doesn’t feel close enough so after a few minutes and with plenty of enthusiasm from you he’s sheathed inside you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I am a firm believer in Luca being absolutely hung. Definitely above average and thick. 😏 the kinda dick you need to ease down on 🥵.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Id say it’s middle to high. Luca is obsessed with you regardless Whether it’s sex or just being around you, he’s happy to match you. Sometimes he can’t keep his hands and mind off you… other times he just wants to lie with you and be loved.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually you’ll stay awake for a bit afterwards either just kissing and slowly making out or he’ll cuddle up to you and wait for you to sleep. I think you’d usually end up sleeping first and he’d be happy to just soothe back your hair and trace your skin until you slept

[savingsallow]

Quick Thank You From Val

Shout out to all the MC and OC friends that Val made in 2024!!! 📢✨

When I became active in the fandom around July/August of last year, I didn't expect that my little sassy but sweet kid would make so many friends.

So here's a quick thank you and shout out to all of you from Val ❤️‍🔥

🌟 @ravenwind-75: shout out to the lovely and chaotic jo 💜! you're one of the first mcs that val gets to interact with and she's thankful that you two are now friends and even in the hcu together! 💪🏻

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🌟 @acslytherpuff : shout out to the baddie ✨cassie luna✨ aka val's human moon best friend 🌙 and soul sister 🤍 cassie def has a special place in val's heart and will protect and support her no matter what! 🫂p.s. shout out to alvin and alex as well!!!✨

🌟 @espressoristretto-patronum: shout out to the kind but fierce tori! ☀️ not only that tori and val are both grumpy without coffee in their system 😆☕ but val also looks up to tori for always being so kind, funny, and overall positive and light energy to be around!✨

🌟 @ps-cactus: shout out to nomnombelyn alyn! 🩵 aka val's first adopted introvert here! 😆🫶🏻 val says that she loves alyn very much and is thankful that they became friends! 🥺🫂 now she'll def spoil her with chocolates 🍫 and books 📚!!!

🌟 @diana-bluewolf: shout out to (grumpy but lovable) chris! 🐺💚 another introvert that val adopted 😆 who knew asking someone for snacks could be the start of a friendship 😌🍬 val says thank you to chris for tolerating her and letting her hang out with him 😆🫂 oh! and for offering different points of view and a calming presence✨

🌟 @fulminare-within-her-soul: shout out to euphie! 🐉💙 a total badass and academic weapon✨ euphie and eleazar are always fun to hang out with and there's always something new and intriguing with you guys! 🤩 i guess opposites do attract 🤝

🌟 @syrooo: shout out to renn! 🔥 aka val's long lost sibling or version of her in a different universe 🤔❤️‍🔥 the lore is still in the kitchen and cooking 😁 there's not much interaction yet but i'm already excited for these two!!! 🔥🔥🔥

🌟 @myokk: shout out to the best cousins ever, eloise and leo!!! 💚family gatherings are waaaay better when there's eloise and leo! val is sending many hugs and love to these two 🫂🫂🫂

🌟 @ozunafieldguide: shout out to this enigmatic cutie, lo! 💙 very interesting and deep, a few traits that val admires about lo 🤭 i hope these two get more interaction soon and val would love to braid lo's hair✨

🌟 @leaping-toadstool-caps: shout out to this big babie, jaimsen!! 💛 a big foodie like val and she appreciates his sunshine personality so much!! ☀️ shout out to florence as well!! ngl but he and val could be besties, too! 🤭🩵

🌟 @girl-named-matty: shout out to this beautiful specimen, callan!aka val's s/o in the hcu and her first oc x oc ship!! ❤️‍🔥 val is always in awe of him but she won't admit it 😆🫶🏻 shout out as well to the amazing matty ♥️ cutie theo 💛 and helena (mother) 🥵🔥

🌟 @theladyofshalott1989: shout out to the very patient, damien! 💙 another foodie like jaimsen and val! she admires damien's patience and his fun personality! always a fun guy to be around✨

🌟 @accio-bagel: shout out to the hottest lovable rogue, ellie! 💚✨ aka val's biggest girl crush and fAvOrItE rOoMaTe 🤨 val went from adoring her from afar to now being homies with ellie 🤭 and she's more than grateful to have her around!! ❤️‍🔥

🌟 @freddiestheproblemchild: shout out to roan!! 💚✨ this isn't really from val but from ale 😆 he wants to thank roan for having more adopted siblings and he says he'll continue to be a good brother to them!!! 🫂❤️‍🔥 p.s. shout out to freddie, the croft triplets, and lucinda!✨

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more shout out to all the mcs that val interacted with last year! 📣

🔥 @alibasnur: to chen from the hogwarts food club! ♥️✨

🔥 @ask-felix-aberg: to this lovely and kind lad, felix, that val respects bc of his kindness and warm presence! 🫂🩵

🔥 @rypnami: to auri, phillip, and elsie! their interaction may be short but val is sending them all some warm hugs!!! 🫂🫂🫂

🔥 @thursdaymoonrise11: to the very fab phoebe!! 🩵✨ val would certainly try to hang out more with phoebe this year cuz she loves her overall vibes!!! 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

🔥 @starry-slithers: to the cutie cariad! these two need more interaction but val certainly adores her! ❤️‍🔥

🔥 @theravenchild: to the very lovely hellendil! 🩵✨ he and val don't have any official interaction yet, but she'd love to have a tea party with him sometime! 🍵✨

🔥 @pikadrawsthings: to these bunch of lovable af traumatized children, elijah, lilith, raymond, and weiss!!! 💛💚♥️💙 val is very excited to get to know them more and have more interactions with every one of them! 🤩 (don't worry, i'm cooking their interaction 🫡 just really slow 🫠) sending love to all of these cuties!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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there are more mcs that val adores but has no interaction yet 😅 but dw! she'll make her first move at some point this year! 🫡

so watch out 😏✨

again, thank you to all and sending love and support to each and every one of you! ❤️‍🔥

— val

[shawnxstyles]

Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!

Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤

Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!

in the suit

words: 3k

warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.

note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!

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you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?

how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.

most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.

he’s just so slick. how does he do it?

you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.

through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.

in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.

peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.

but tonight, you were determined to find out.

peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.

you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.

you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.

all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?

maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.

you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.

so how does he do it?

you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.

having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.

you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.

wait.

what if… he’s hiding something from you?

that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.

when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.

fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.

suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…

there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.

spider-man.

but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.

you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.

with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.

what. the…

you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.

no. fucking. way.

before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.

your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?

the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.

spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.

“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”

now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.

“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it’s just me.”

“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”

“you knew i was spider-man?”

“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”

“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.

“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”

peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”

“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.

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“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”

“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.

his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.

“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”

a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.

“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.

he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.

the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.

is there a spider-man kink?

you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.

“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.

“you okay?”

“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”

you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.

“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?

how could he say no?

“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.

“how do i take it off—?”

“right—”

he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.

your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.

“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.

“it’s okay, baby.”

your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.

“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?

your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.

“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.

with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.

“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”

you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.

“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”

a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.

you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.

“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”

hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.

his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.

“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”

even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.

a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.

the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.

he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.

“how was it this time?” you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.

“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”

“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.

“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”

“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.

peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.

“they know how to… kiss.”

“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”

“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”

a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.

“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”

“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.

his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.

“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”

“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.

“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”

“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.

“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”

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note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D

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[lilithlounge]

Hi, it’s possible to have different degrees in Lilith on different sites? Mine’s are different between 16 and 29, and I get confused, also my Lilith placement it’s in Gemini, conjunct my sun, mercury and rising. Squares and oppositions affect Lilith too? Thank you for answering 💖💖

Hii love!! The Lilith confusion... welcome to the club where we’ve all screamed at different astrology sites showing us different degrees and placements. I PROMISE you’re not alone in this cosmic glitch.

Why Are Your Lilith Degrees Different??

There’s actually more than one Lilith in astrology! For example:

Mean Lilith = the averaged orbit. Smoother, but not always as raw.

True Lilith = the actual, chaotic orbit. It’s wilder, fluctuates more, and can cause degree changes depending on which site/chart system you’re using.

That’s why one site says 16° Gemini, another says 29° Gemini, they’re probably calculating different versions of Lilith. Both are valid, but they hit slightly different energies. Mean is more stable; True is raw, real, and messy, like Lilith herself.

Now for the real plot twist, YOUR Lilith Conjunction Party 🥵 Lilith conjunct Sun, Mercury, and Rising in Gemini. You’re the chaotic flirt everyone wants to figure out but never can. You breathe mystery, and people think you’re just charming at first... until you utter something wild and change their entire worldview. You’re giving “I said what I said” energy with a side of “I know you’re obsessed.”

You own conversations, hypnotize with your voice or eyes, and your first impression (Rising) is unforgettable, equal parts trouble and temptation. Honestly... Iconic 🤌🏼.

Do Squares and Oppositions hit Lilith? OH YES.

Lilith loves drama. Squares, oppositions, all of it they make her spicier.

Squares = power struggles, tension, and learning to *own your Lilith power without exploding things or people.*

Oppositions = mirror vibes. You attract people who trigger your Lilith energy OR try to suppress it. Either way, growth, drama, and sensual chaos.

Soooo yes, different Lilith degrees = different calculations (mean vs true Lilith). You’ve got a Gemini Lilith power combo that makes you magnetic, unfiltered, and impossible to ignore, and YES hard aspects to Lilith hit hard. In the best, spiciest, and sometimes “what just happened?” way.

[shimmerandfists]

Nsfw, sort of, ViJinx

Ok, ACAB, and I hate doing Vi dirty like this because I believe with my whole ass she did NOT stay an enforcer after the end of Arcane. THAT being said, cop bastard Vi is unfortunately kind of hot :/

And honestly all the flavors of Vi are always going to inherently be kind of hot. Caring and kind, well intentioned cop Vi, absolute bastard fuckboi cop Vi.

Paired perfectly with either her little shit of a sister Jinx (they both love each other and are soft for each other) who actively and knowingly does crime. Getting Vis attention on her solely IS a wonderful reward for crime, it's not always exclusively the reason but it isn't NOT the reason.

OR her also little shit of a sister but less traumatized sister Powder who is her number one biggest supporter. Always a joy for Vi to come home to Powder after a long or annoying day at work.

Vi can definitely be a protector without being a cop, easily. Bouncer, urban firefighter, WILDLAND firefighter 🥵, etc. It's kind of just hot for her to be a bit of a bully to Jinx when it's also what she wants out of the deal. She can't help it that Vi pushing her around (consensual) and being able to man handle her and "put her in her place" is what gets her going.

Absolutely devastating for a Vi that's a bastard because when she finds out Jinx is into her there would literally never be anything that would stop her again. For a Vi that is more considerate and kind it would also be a turn on that Jinx or Powder likes her pushing her around, likes her being stronger than her and wants her to bully her a little.

I can't decide on any one version of either of them because they're all so good to me but like. Do you see the visions.

[encoredesires]

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Master lists are under construction!! Not all links are available at the moment. Sorry😭

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SMUT🔞|FLUFF🎀|AUGST👿|MxM🥵|Series♾️|Mini Series🕗|Text📲

OT8🫶🏽

MY BOYS🥰:🔞♾️🥵👿🎀📲 ON GOING…..

just some random shit I feel like me & the boys would say in a gc if I knew them😂

Life Saver:🕗👿🔞🎀🥵📲 ON GOING…..

A year after becoming a kpop fan you moved to South Korea in hopes of going to more concerts & working on your Korean. Not in a million years did you think you favorite group would be the ones to save you from a stalker

Alien Skz ‘00 Line:🔞🥵 Oneshot

It's mating season for your alien boyfriends & you completely forgot. It start off with your favorite sunshine twins, but things get a bit out of hand when the rest of 'o0 line joins.

Now you are surrounded by Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix & Seungmin who all wants to lay their eggs in your breedable cunt.

Christmas Party| Chanlix🔞🎀🥵👿

Chan was dared to kiss one of his childhood friends who came to visit him from his hometown at a Christmas party not knowing that his best friend/ crush had seen it & left without telling him causing Chan to freak out & go looking for him.

Helping Hand| Bang Chan x fem!reader🔞🎀

Hyunjin your best friend high school becomes your roommate in college just like you both planned. A few mouth later Hyunjin boyfriend Jisung introduced you both to his best friend who just moved back & it needed a place to stay. Who know the man would be sweet as cheese cake but look like he was sculpted by Greek god?

Bite Me! Ft. Kim Taehyung, & Ni-Ki🔞🎀👿♾️ ON GOING…..

When 3 girls who don't know their families past, a terrifying lycan King, a 750 year old sweet & handsome vampire king & a 75 year old newly crowned vampire king, who doesn't give a fuck about no one all meet, what's the worst that could happen?

His Good Girl🔞

Chan taming his brat.

Wrong Person text AU🔞���

You accidentally text Minho instead of your best friend Jisung. Ft Minsung!

SEO FUCKING CHANGBIN!🎀🔞

Just me drunk & horny thinking about what Changbin would say & do while having sex.

Jealous Hands| Hyungsung🔞

Hyunjin x Han Jisung c fem!reader

Roommate AU! One shot!

Mother Nature’s Curse|📲🎀

You come on your period & now you are avoiding your boyfriend Hyunjin.

Mood Change|📲🎀

Second version of Mother Nature’s Curse. Reader gets mad out of nowhere but Hyunjin is very patient & sweet about it when he figures out what wrong.

Jealous Hands| Hyunsung🔞

Hyunjin x Han Jisung x fem!reader

Roommate AU! One shot!

Pretty Boy|🔞🎀

Based off an audio. Just reader riding the hell out him.

Christmas Party| Chanlix🥵👿🎀🔞

Chan was dared to kiss one of his childhood friends who an to visit him at a Christmas party not knowing that his best friend/ crush had seen it & left without telling him causing Chan to freak out & go looking for him.

Self Love| 🔞🎀👿

Yn is roommates with her crush Kim Seungmin & his best friend Yang Jeongin. How will Yn handle Seungmin's pretty, skinny, & annoyingly clingy childhood 'best friend' coming back into his life.

Threesome| 📲🔞

You ask your best friend/ bestie with benefits if he wants to have a threesome after you had a wet dream.

ATTACHMENTS| 📲🔞

You’re besties to lovers. You just wanted to tease your boyfriend who is currently out of the country with pretty pictures of you in pink.

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[literary-mafioso]

Something that I really enjoy when reading your work is that Vincent and Neil feel so in character. Like you can believe this is what could’ve happened and this is how they would interact in romantic and sexual contexts.

I especially adore how you write Neil as a quietly demanding person. How he would react harshly and almost offended if Vincent doesn’t seem to believe something Neil means with sincerity. But my favorite though is the way you write a needy Vincent🥵 Like that shit is my jam. I will never get enough of that, I’m being so serious. He’s just extra sweet when he seems to want to die without Neil in his life.

And it’s so interesting because while Vincent is more loud about his obsession and love for Neil, Neil is more quiet with his obsession and love for Vincent. Like a prowling leopard that will be very dangerous and intense once it feels like unleashing itself upon its target

Thank you so much! I really appreciate that. I feel like 95% of the satisfaction I get in writing fanfiction is figuring out how to make unlikely events transpire in ways that seem inevitable. That's the challenge and also, ideally, the payoff. It helps that these two characters were designed to play off each other in such intense and complementary ways and lend themselves quite naturally to melodrama! As do their circumstances on the fringes of society.

Neil is such an easy character to fall in love with, so I admit my sympathies are very much with Vincent on that front. And the two of them together are erotic dynamite. Neil's a tightly wound guy, but underneath the stoic exterior you've got someone who is canonically a big mushy romantic, devoted, protective, and has this really quite touching resilience in his instinct to love. He's undoubtedly damaged, violent, and dangerous, but at the same time not even a lifetime of suffering and deprivation has corrupted his ability to love another person completely and authentically. On the contrary! It's such a core part of who he is that he can't turn it off even when it would be in his own best interest to do so. The idea behind Some Weird Sin was to take a younger, far less jaded and inhibited version of that, and have him cross paths with the tortured hedonistic Rock-and-Roll Mephistopheles that the book presents you with in its characterization of Young Vincent Hanna. Somebody with whom, as we see in the film, he has instant off-the-charts chemistry. It was the perfect opportunity to write this totally baroque urban sleaze opera about two star-crossed lovers who are incapable of staying away from each other and in fact eagerly blow their own lives up so they can continue having freaky clandestine sex. They're both so, SO needy and pathetic with each other and express/cope with it in divergent ways. They're terrible at communicating but at the same time their connection is so raw and powerful and cosmic that they can't help but betray their own enormous feelings.

I agree with you that Neil, for all his moral compunctions (selective though they may be), seems to have a darker streak to his affections. Part of that is Vincent's fault egging him on! I think Neil has spent so long repressing his baser impulses, not just out of an awareness of the liability they pose but an internalized judgment as evidence of his own monstrousness, that having Vincent deliberately provoke him and then swoon when he cracks is like psychosexual heroin. I'd say GET THERAPY, BOYS but that's kind of what they're doing with each other :|

[whatever-lmaoo]

I apologize for how long it’s taken me to get to this but I wanted to give you the best version of my reblog🥹🌸

#“the normal stresses of moving his belongings yet again whisked away by the comforts of your house already feeling like home to him,” stop it right now, we’re just getting started and you’re already trying to make me cry🥹

#“the disarray of clothes and personal possessions that made him tick seeming small compared to the joy that was so immense in his heart.” Yall know I live for beautiful sentences 🙂‍↔️💖

#“you instantly knew a lot of your time living together would be spent with him trying to repay everything you did, never wanting you to lift a finger more than you should have to.” Will is such a sweetheart, how could anyone not love him☹️

#“How about we cook together then.” The things I would give to do such simple things with this man😩

#“a low growl reverberating through him” eeeee stop it🤭

#“you giggled when you saw him shake his head ever so slightly, a quiet warning that only encouraged you more.” There’s nothing I love more than being a relentless teaser 😍 Willie pooh you ain’t seen nothing yet💅🏾

#“His large hand landed on your ass with a smack, playfully but with enough force to make every part of you ache” DO IT AGAIN 🥵

#“Both. But maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll be made into dessert.” But what if I wanna be bad😈

#“It was soft and sweet and full of a gentleness that was the opposite of what you were expecting” manz is full of surprises

#“You felt him exhale into you, his body relaxing and melting into yours, and after another minute of slowly tangling his tongue with yours he broke the seal of your lips.” teach me how to write like you🙉

#“No take-backsies.” Benny is such a child at heart and I love it🥹✨

#“You looked him up and down, never able to get over how long his legs were in his jeans that fit him so well and how you always found yourself desperate to straddle him whenever he sat like that.” This reminds me of the knee pads and I am struggling 😵‍💫

#“Come here, sweetheart,” Will you can’t call me that or I’ll start actin like a dog in heat😮‍💨

#“his stoicism exciting you even more, his patience something to be admired.” Why is he not with me right now🤧

#“Don’t pout,” he chided” that would make me want to do it even more😂

#“his hand that wasn’t between your legs came up and wrapped around your throat, applying the most gentle pressure that had you aching and even wishing he would hold it tighter.” Oml I’m gonna need a minute 🫠😵🥵

#“never feeling more powerful and sexy than you were now as you sat in your own mess while covered in his, the smell of your love heavy in the air.” LAURIE THIS WAS NASTY WORK🥵🥵🥵 I don’t think a fic has ever made my toes curl so hard before 😵🫠

#“happy he was choosing to come in with you and didn't seem too bothered by it.” We love progress 🙌🏾

#“regretting his decision of coming in as he felt a slight sense of panic start to creep up his spine” you’ve got this Will☹️

#Let’s talk about it🥂: Laurie you can quite literally write anything! Everything was so well balanced with the initial panic, Will’s leadership and how quickly he took action but also giving us that brief moment of anger because some random person was touching him, “the beep of the cash register scanning food carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.” adding sentences like this to show how unaware we can be of something “traumatic” that’s happening a few isles down in this case. “About a minute later and already into his second round of chest compressions” This shows you how strong Will is because my arms would have given out😭 For my medical internship we had to get cpr certified and like doing it on a doll is so much different than doing it on a person🙉 I forgot to mention but the dialogue was also perfect!! It all just worked together so well to make it realistic without feeling like there was any exaggeration!!

#“Will gave you a nod that told you he was fine” yall say it with me ✨c o m m u n i c a t i o n✨

#“simply reached over and placed your hand over his, smoothing your thumb on the back of his hand until you saw the tension he held in his body visibly relax, his shoulders dropping and the flex in his cheek releasing.” I just love how in tune they are with each other🥹

#“Let’s go home,” I don’t think I’ll ever get over him saying this and it’s not even my reality 😂

#“His hands stroked your hair as his eyes swept over your features like he would never fully grasp that you were his to love and vice versa.” Don’t make me cry at work😭💖

#“you decided some hot, spicy Pho would be the perfect choice,” I’ve never had it but that sounds so good😩

#Omg there’s so much but I just love the amount of thought we are putting into making Will feel nice and cozy🥹 the candles, the blankets, the show he likes, a hot towel for him, it’s all just so sizkisoooxldidkdi😍😩🥹😭✨💗🌸

#“his grey track pants low on his hips that made his bare upper body appear even longer.” Grey pants are my weakness😩😵‍💫

#“and he nodded as he looked at you with warmth and love in his blue eyes.” My heart is so full right now🥹💗

#“realizing more than ever what it meant to have someone to love you with their whole heart but knowing that if there was such a thing as luck in this world, he had taken it all.” STOPPP that line is just too good🥹😍💗

#“Your smile faded out as you took in the perfection of him, the warmth in his eyes and the fullness of his lips, your eyes trailing down to his chest where his clean, porcelain skin harboured his heart that held more love in it than anyone you had ever met before.”Just take my heart at this point😭😭😭 I love how in love they are with each other🤧🥰🌸

#“Then tell me again,” you whispered.

He leaned closer to you, his lips temptingly close to yours while maintaining eye contact that made your breath stop.

“I love you.” O m g this ending, literal hallmark movie 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Laurie this chapter was just everything!! I know you’ve been worried that it’s getting boring now that we’re getting closer to the end but I think this was so perfect and wonderful to read!!! All the choices you’ve made for this fic just mesh so well together!! I love all of their intimate moments where it’s just them and the silent expressions of their feelings and the way you delve into Will’s thinking patterns more in this chapter!! Also again the cpr scene was so flawless! The way you write in general never fails to bring their story to life in such a beautiful way🥹🌸✨💗

Breathe

Part 10

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Fingering. Squirting. Oral sex (F receiving). Masturbation (M). Description of a heart attack and administration of CPR.

Summary: Comfortable domestication sets into your routines after Will officially moves in with you, and a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home from the gym earns Will another reputation at Publix.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who continues to follow this story and pour on so much love and excitement for it! With the events in this chapter, I'll urge anyone who has never learned or is set to renew to please get certified in CPR as you never know if and when you may need it! (In case anyone is wondering I've been watching far too much Bondi Rescue, already have a kink for first responders, and work in healthcare so this is the result 🤣)

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Will pulled another one of his t-shirts out of the box he was unpacking and shook it loose from its current fold, refolding it and then tucking it neatly in the drawer that had been designated for him in your dresser.

All of his things were moved into the house thanks to the help of the guys, and after a couple of sleepless nights due to his insomnia put to good use, almost everything he owned had found a new place intermixed with yours, leaving him with only a few more boxes to sort through.

The usual anxiety he got from disorganization was calmed by a sense of peace he hadn’t experienced in as long as he could remember, the normal stresses of moving his belongings yet again whisked away by the comforts of your house already feeling like home to him, the disarray of clothes and personal possessions that made him tick seeming small compared to the joy that was so immense in his heart.

“Hey,” your soft voice sang as you entered the room, walking up behind him where you carded your hands up his back and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Will smiled and covered your hand with his after you had wrapped it around to his front, glancing over his shoulder at you to see your face as much as he could.

“I was thinking you might want something to eat. Are you hungry?”

“Hmm, yeah,” Will confirmed, the grumble in his stomach unnoticed until now with how focused he was on putting things away.

“Okay, I’ll go whip us something up,” you offered, puckering your lips against his back one more time before peeling yourself off of him.

“I’ll do it,” he countered, taking an empty box and stacking it in another one on the floor. “You don’t have to do everything.”

He looked at you with a mix of appreciation and guilt, and you instantly knew a lot of your time living together would be spent with him trying to repay everything you did, never wanting you to lift a finger more than you should have to.

“How about we cook together then.”

Will’s smile was crooked on his gorgeous face, the grin bringing out the lines around his eyes that you loved so much, and he followed behind as you turned and walked out of your room, feeling his arms wrap around you to make you wobble with each step.

You laughed and held onto his forearms, squirming slightly as he rubbed his face back and forth on the side of your neck, a low growl reverberating through him.

He eventually released you, stalking you from a step back whenever you looked over your shoulder at him, pulling your lip in your teeth in seeing the ravenous glint in his eyes.

You decided to lean into this mood he was in, the confidence you felt from the way he kept staring at you making you work to tease him in subtle ways; casually touching your neck and chest with a light trace of your fingers, or slipping past him closer than was necessary to grab cutlery out of the drawer, your breasts brushing his arm as you did.

Looking over your shoulder to see if your flirting ways were getting a rise out of him, you giggled when you saw him shake his head ever so slightly, a quiet warning that only encouraged you more.

You had no reason to bend over to open one of the lower cabinets, but did so anyway, sticking your bum out purposefully in hopes he would take the bait.

Straightening yourself, you continued to face away from him, taking a pot and setting it in the sink where you flicked on the tap to fill it, accepting that you should try to make a valiant attempt at actually making dinner rather than only teasing him.

You grinned when you heard him approach, excitement bubbling in you as you anticipated his retaliation.

His large hand landed on your ass with a smack, playfully but with enough force to make every part of you ache, his tone full of wanting as he leaned over you from behind and spoke in your ear.

“Keep acting like that and we’ll be skipping dinner altogether.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” you quipped, turning your body to better admire the way his t-shirt clung to his form as he retreated from you and reached up to open a cupboard, peering out at you behind the door with his eyebrows raised.

“Both. But maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll be made into dessert.”

Heat rushed through your body, your heart thrumming wildly in your chest as he shut the door with some force and closed the distance between you, his dominant stature looming over you and making you feel defenseless in the best way possible.

You closed your eyes, tilting your chin slightly to invite him to do whatever he wanted with you, reminding yourself to breathe as you stood waiting, your body completely still while arousal and lust ran frantically inside you.

You could feel him lean in close to you, the warmth of his body occupying your space, knowing his mouth was so close to yours and that his piercing blue eyes were watching you react.

Remembering once again to breathe, you forced yourself to release the air held in your lungs, your impatience growing as you continued to wait for Will to touch you in some way.

A quiet moan passed your lips with the breath you let out when he caught your chin with his hand, a firm hold on it with his thumb and index finger tucked underneath, angling your head back slightly more.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, the sound of awe in his voice making you smile, your chest swelling from his praise.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he added, his thumb moving to pull down your bottom lip before finally closing what little gap remained between you to kiss you. It was soft and sweet and full of a gentleness that was the opposite of what you were expecting, his hand letting go of your chin to land on your hips with the other one, squeezing your flesh before slipping them up and around your back.

You felt him exhale into you, his body relaxing and melting into yours, and after another minute of slowly tangling his tongue with yours he broke the seal of your lips.

His eyes were heavy when they flickered from your lips that were plump and moist from his and up the rest of your face until he met your gaze, his words coming out quietly but with a conviction you couldn’t deny.

“Let’s go to bed, dinner can wait.”

The house was full of laughter, bringing the biggest smile to your face as you cleaned up a bit in the kitchen, hearing Benny telling a funny story and all the other guys erupt loudly, the happiness you felt in hearing the sound of Will’s true laugh comparable to nothing else.

A full week had passed since he officially moved in with you, and tonight the guys were over for dinner to thank them for their help with moving all of his stuff over to your house; the pizzas almost all devoured and the empty beer bottles accumulating quickly.

Benny strutted into the kitchen as he called out a jab at Frankie over his shoulder, his broad smile greeting you and making yours stretch wider.

“Just remember,” he started, grabbing a couple of beers out of the fridge. “No take-backsies. I know more than anyone what a pain in the ass that one can be to live with but he’s all yours now.” His words came out serious but you knew Benny well enough to know he was joking, the look on his face giving away all the fallacy in his statement.

You laughed and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting him go.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” he shouted, exiting the kitchen.

It had been another hour and Frankie, Santiago and Benny were all making their way out the door, Frankie supporting Tom as best he could as more than a few too many beers started to really show their effect on him.

“You sure you got him?” You heard Will ask Frankie as you rounded the corner from your bedroom.

“I’m fine!” Tom slurred, laughing as he tried to shake Frankie’s hold on him, only to stumble out the door and into Benny.

“Yeah, I’ll get him home,” Frankie assured Will, his tone sober and slightly annoyed, this not the first time any of them had had to wrestle his keys from him and drive him home.

“Thanks, man,” Will nodded, closing the door behind them once they all managed to find their way out.

He locked the door and turned around, puffing out his cheeks in a sigh as he raised his eyebrows at you with a knowing glance, then made his way over to the couch.

Will flopped down on it, resting his head back against it, his arms stretched out over the back while his legs splayed out wide.

You looked him up and down, never able to get over how long his legs were in his jeans that fit him so well and how you always found yourself desperate to straddle him whenever he sat like that.

Like he could read your thoughts, he beckoned you over with the tilt of his head, his smile crooked on his lips.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he purred.

You smiled as you slowly made your way over, watching him watch you with satisfaction and a slight deviousness on his face.

You went to grab onto his shoulders and straddle him, only to be stopped when he shook his head and spoke with a quiet demand.

“Not yet.”

You raised your brow and tilted your head, putting your hands up in the air to exaggerate not being able to touch him, a light chuckle sounding off his gorgeous lips.

“Get undressed,” he ordered, the hunger in his eyes making heat burst through your entire body, the need to get your clothes off even more pressing.

There was no time to waste with him sitting there looking like that, so amused and aroused, his confidence radiating through the room between you and into you as you began slipping out of your shirt and then pants, but slowed down when you got to your lacy set of underwear.

Nothing on Will moved other than his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, his stoicism exciting you even more, his patience something to be admired.

You teasingly pulled the straps of your bra off your shoulders in turn, maintaining eye contact with him when you reached behind your back and popped the clasp open, squirming on the spot when it fell to the ground and exposed your chest.

Will tipped his chin up slightly, a subtle sign of his appeasement, his eyes seeming to glow as they floated over your breasts and then down your stomach to where your thong still covered you.

Hooking your thumbs in the waist of it, you slowly shimmied the tiny garment down your hips, only to stop and put it back in place, smiling when Will tilted his head in a somewhat cautionary way, making you abide and pull the underwear all the way down your legs as you bit your lip.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and rough.

“Can I come touch you now?” you asked, hoping his answer would be the one you wanted.

He nodded, his smirk ever-present on his perfect face, and you made your way over to him with as much composure as you could muster, really just wanting to leap into his lap and attach yourself to him.

It wasn’t as easy to get your way as you had thought; Will spinning you to face away from him once you were standing between his legs, a small huff of disappointment blowing out of your lungs as you were made to face the rest of the living room.

“Don’t pout,” he chided, his fingers tracing up the side of your thighs and across your hips, then over the curve of your bum, the sensation divine and ticklish all at once.

You felt his face brush against your skin, his beard both soft and rough, and you hummed as you relaxed to his touch, every caress familiar yet just as exciting as the first one.

His hand slid between your legs, his long fingers running through your folds while his other hand gripped your cheek and pulled it apart, a needy whine sounding out of you involuntarily.

You heard him groan as he continued to explore you, feeling your wet coating his fingers, his nose grazing against your skin as he brought his face nearer to your ass, smelling your arousal and inhaling all of you.

The sound of his heavy breathing and feeling it blow out on your naked flesh made you smile, knowing how crazy he was driven just from you standing there ready for him, your curiosity as to what he would do with you next spiking as much as your desire.

With his patience fully spent, Will forcefully pulled you down onto his lap, his hands pressing firmly on your stomach and chest to angle you back against his front.

You could feel the heat pouring off of him through his shirt and jeans, the denim rough on your bare skin as you shifted slightly and wiggled your bum against the hard bulge you were sitting on.

“Fuck,” he growled, his mouth beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck as he grabbed one of your legs at a time and threw them over his vast thighs, spreading his legs further apart so yours automatically did too.

You were now completely stretched wide, your cunt exposed to the rest of the room in front of you, Will’s right hand carding down your stomach that moved with your laboured breaths until he reached your splayed folds and inserted two of his fingers.

Your hips immediately began to move the moment he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, riding his hand that expertly massaged you, your soft cries of pleasure breaking through the quiet air already.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked in your ear, his mouth reattaching to the side of your neck.

You nodded, only to have the option of moving your head stop when his hand that wasn’t between your legs came up and wrapped around your throat, applying the most gentle pressure that had you aching and even wishing he would hold it tighter.

“Will,” you breathed, begging for more, the tempo at which you rocked against his hand increasing, his fingers that were hot and slick from your body moving to toy with your clit.

“You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart,” he growled, his tone not matching the sweetness of his words but all of it making you climb to your high even more.

He inserted his fingers back inside your hole, the heel of his hand hitting your clit and providing a firm base for you to grind against, and he released his other hand from around your neck and let it land on your tits, tugging at your nipples to make you cry out even more.

He kept you firmly against him, your skin rubbing on the material of his clothes with such contrast, your nudity feeling dirty and sinful and adding to everything you were feeling.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained as you ground on his throbbing cock through his jeans. “You’re gonna squirt all over me, yeah?”

His question rang out through the blood that rushed in your ears, your orgasm imminent and coming on fast, and knowing you were going to make a mess on him brought you to the edge, heat and pressure coiling at the base of your spine as he continued to roughly fuck you with his fingers.

You attempted to close your legs as your climax ripped through you, only to have Will keep them locked apart how they were by pressing his own further out, forcing you to feel every single part of your high as thoroughly as you could, the pace he kept with his hand not faltering.

You screamed and gripped his forearm hard, knowing you were leaving claw marks in his skin, your entire body spasming as you succumbed to everything he was giving you.

There was no rest when you were done, his fingers still working you relentlessly, determined to pick you apart as much as he could.

“Good girl, you're not done yet,” he hissed, keeping the same harsh rhythm that made you break in the first place.

You jolted against him, wailing and pleading, your body calming just enough to start the build on your second orgasm.

“Fuck! Will!”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he encouraged, his breath hot on your damp skin.

His large form supported you as you arched back into him, pressing hard against his front where he felt so solid compared to how boneless you felt from the intense pleasure he was providing you, and with even more persistence, Will’s fingers made you fall apart again.

The orgasm was even more profound than the first, and just as he had predicted he would make happen, you squirted all over his lap.

“Fuck, that’s it, keep going,” he praised, not letting up as he made sure to draw out every second of euphoria, the mess you were making not his concern right now.

You glanced down at his arm that was still working between your legs, noticing his tattoo glistening with your wet, the movement of his fingers on you finally slowing.

About to make a request to return the favour by offering yourself for him to use in which ever way he wanted, you were robbed of the chance, Will efficiently placing you off his lap and onto the leather cushion that was now slippery and getting on his knees in front of yours that he was forcing apart with his hands.

He looked at you hungrily, ready to devour you, his glance almost a warning that made your breath halt in your lungs as you waited for him to pounce, his fingertips gripping at the softness of your thighs.

“I need to taste this,” he huffed out, his chest moving exaggeratedly with heaving breaths.

Will dove his face between your legs, licking a broad stripe up your inner thigh until he reached your soppy cunt, your body shuddering in reaction to more stimulation on your oversensitive sex.

“Fuuuuuck!” The word was drawn out, your head falling back against the couch as you arched into his face, his hands pulling you closer to him as he dragged you to the edge by gripping under your ass.

He ate everything he had coaxed out of you, his groans of appreciation rumbling through you, and you opened your eyes when you felt him remove his hands from your body, watching him unbuckle his belt and then open the button of his jeans, the sound of his zipper pulling down making an excited noise blow passed your lips.

He continued to lick and suck at your clit, swiping through your folds and then swirling his tongue around your swollen bud, giving it a pull with his lips as he peeled his boxers down enough to release his throbbing cock and take hold of it, his breathing and intensity of his movements on you increasing after just a couple of strokes on himself.

Knowing he was transferring your juices from his hand onto his cock to lubricate his actions turned you even more feral, his muffled groans driving you even more crazy with lust.

“God, Will!” you cried, reaching behind you to grip the back of the couch with your hand, riding his face that he kept pressed firmly on your center, your eyes closing again despite being so desperate to see him jerk his long cock in his hand.

He was focused on his task, destined to make you shatter for a third time only now on his tongue, your pleasure adding to his own.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come again!” you wailed, and Will stayed exactly how he was, maintaining the same pace and pressure on your aching cunt as you crumbled, the only change being on his cock that he pumped furiously.

You exploded on his mouth, your cry sharp as your body convulsed, hardly noticing that Will had left your body and stood before you in your weak, fucked-out state as soon as you had finished.

Your tired eyes opened slowly when you felt his fingers under your chin, holding your face up, his thumb swiping on your lower lip where he gently forced your mouth open.

You looked up at him with love and obedience, letting your jaw hang for him, watching his gorgeous face contort with pleasure as he continued to work himself.

The muscles of his stomach and legs flexed wildly as he started to release, his moans growing louder as his load shot out onto your lips and tongue that you stuck out to catch a taste, not shying away from being covered in his cum, angling your torso forward to get yourself directly in the path of it.

It felt wonderfully warm on your skin, landing on your chest that had now cooled slightly from your sweat, your nipples hardening as it dripped down the curve of your breasts and tickled your sensitive skin.

Your smile was almost deranged as you looked up at him, the man who you loved and would do absolutely anything for, never feeling more powerful and sexy than you were now as you sat in your own mess while covered in his, the smell of your love heavy in the air.

He knew it too, his own crooked, sated grin tugging up the one side of his lips as he caught his breath, his hand returning to hold your face as he looked down at you with pride.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he spoke lazily, his orgasm taking away any tension in his body.

Your grin stretched out even more, the most satisfied, warm feeling running through your veins, your eyes closing as you bit your lip and caught another taste of him and relished in the way he loved and praised you.

“You don’t mind if I just run in quickly?” you asked, watching Will nod his head again in confirmation as he turned left at the stoplight.

“Yes! It’s fine,” he chuckled, amused that you had now checked with him twice that he didn’t care if you stopped in at the grocery store quickly on your way home from the gym. “I can get some stuff to barbecue for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah? Okay,” you agreed lightly, happy he was choosing to come in with you and didn't seem too bothered by it.

Will pulled into the Publix parking lot and found a spot near the back that was away from all the other cars and big enough for his truck, raising his eyebrows at you as he turned the key in the ignition and unfastened his seatbelt.

“Let’s go,” he chimed, opening his door with a somewhat forced smile, and you sensed a bit of hesitation growing in him as the amount of occupied parking spaces indicated the number of people inside.

You met him on the other side of the truck after getting out where he stood waiting for you, taking your hand in his before walking through the lot together.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you said softly to him, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you walked.

He gave your hand a squeeze and smiled at you, his sigh audible as you stepped in through the automatic doors.

“Why don’t you go grab what you need and I’ll meet you at the checkout?” he suggested, his eyes surveying the store rather than looking at you.

It was busy, families and couples and even more people on their own weaving in and out of the produce stands with their carts, and you knew Will already wanted out of there as quickly as possible.

“Okay, I’ll be quick,” you promised, already stepping away from him to get a move on despite not wanting to let go of his clammy hand.

Will cursed under his breath as he made his way through the produce section, regretting his decision of coming in as he felt a slight sense of panic start to creep up his spine, and he began counting his breaths to himself as he grabbed some peppers and zucchinis and then moved to where the fresh meat was displayed.

He picked out a pack of chicken thighs and felt some relief that he had efficiently got everything he needed for dinner, only to remember the bottle of olive oil at home was almost empty and he would have to go through more of the store to get to the aisle where it was stocked.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when he turned down the aisle and it was empty aside from a gentleman facing one of the shelves who he assumed was in his sixties, passing by him quietly to stop in front of the bottles of various types of cooking oils, glancing at the prices and regions they were from.

Will reached out for a bottle, stopping when he felt a heavy hand land on his arm, making him shuffle it against the other ones on the shelf and almost fall off.

“What the f–” he started, his hand raising quickly in an instinct to protect himself while his anger did the same in his alarm, the groceries he was holding falling to the ground. When he saw it was the man he had passed dropping to the floor beside him in a heap, he immediately changed his tune, his confusion and defensiveness switching to act on the first aid training he’d practiced his whole career.

“Hey, hey,” he called, doing his best to guide the man carefully to the floor so he didn’t hit his head, a look of pure terror in his eyes as he stared at Will desperately. “It’s okay, buddy.”

“Fuck!” Will cursed, whipping his head around to look for help as the man immediately went unconscious.

Will’s index and middle fingers landed on his neck to check for a pulse, carefully waiting for a couple of seconds only to feel nothing beating against them.

He quickly positioned himself at the man’s side and placed his hands one on top of the other in the center of his sternum, beginning compressions and counting each one in his head.

One, two, three, four, five…

Each second felt like an eternity as Will waited for someone to pass by the aisle, unable to believe with how busy the store was that there was somehow no one around.

…eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen…

Finally someone walked by.

“Hey! HEY!” Will shouted, his voice a boom amongst the normal sounds of chatter and generic music playing overhead, the beep of the cash register scanning food carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

The other man Will had yelled at stood frozen behind his cart, only nodding his head as Will instructed him what to do.

“Call 911 and ask an employee for a defibrillator. Now.”

The guy fumbled for his phone in his pocket but to Will’s relief was on the line with the 911 operator right away, and thankfully someone else noticed what was happening and came over to Will.

“What can I do?” they asked, kneeling beside the unresponsive man.

“Tip his chin up and back to try to open his airway,” Will explained, still compressing on his chest.

About a minute later and already into his second round of chest compressions, an employee skirted around the corner with the defib in hand, moving quickly to open it.

“There should be scissors in there,” he explained, still counting in his head. “Cut his shirt off.”

They did as they were told, quickly exposing the man’s chest as Will continued to press on it where his unbeating heart lay beneath, trying to get it pumping again.

“Put one pad here…good, and the other there,” he nodded, indicating the spots where they needed to go with his head as he continued what he was doing.

Will stopped doing CPR once the automated voice instructed him to stop touching the patient, waiting for the defibrillator to assess and confirm if a shock was needed, wiping the sweat dripping from his face with his hand.

When you heard an employee who was stocking a shelf say to another as you walked by that there was an emergency happening a few aisles over, your heart immediately jumped into your throat.

Automatically, you started hurrying through the store, glancing down each section you passed in search of Will, trying to calm yourself and reassure your racing mind that it was unlikely it had anything to do with him, knowing nothing like what happened to him before in this store was likely to happen again.

You slid between a group of people crowding around the end of the condiments section, standing by and watching the scene before them that you eventually were able to see for yourself.

Will’s wearied, blue eyes instantly met with yours as you locked in on him kneeling beside an older man who paramedics were now attending to, the apparent excitement starting to settle as the man who, from what others were whispering beside you, was ‘dead’ only a minute ago.

Will gave you a nod that told you he was fine as he continued telling the paramedics what had happened and how many rounds of compressions he had performed, and that after two sets of CPR, the man’s pulse returned after having been unresponsive for exactly four minutes and fifty-three seconds.

Knowing there was nothing more he could do now that the paramedics were treating him and he had regained consciousness, Will stood and stepped over to you, placing his arm around you so his hand landed on the small of your back.

You felt it shake against you slightly, but he nodded again to confirm he was okay when you asked, his deep breath blowing out as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

A woman beside him clapped her hand on his arm appreciatively, congratulating him on his efforts. “You’re a hero!”

A few other people standing close agreed with her claim, and Will shook his head and glanced over at you, his voice quiet when he spoke.

“Can we get outta here?”

“Yeah, of course,” you agreed, not taking your eyes off of him as you slipped through the crowd and made your way out of the store.

It was silent after his door slammed shut, and you watched as Will stared out the windshield for a minute before sighing out slowly and then looked down at his lap.

You didn’t say anything, simply reached over and placed your hand over his, smoothing your thumb on the back of his hand until you saw the tension he held in his body visibly relax, his shoulders dropping and the flex in his cheek releasing.

His next sigh mixed with a bit of a laugh, shaking his head as he finally spoke.

“Maybe I'll have a better reputation at Publix now.”

You squeezed his hand, watching him continue to look almost defeated even though what he had just done was truly amazing, knowing how much guilt burdened him from the first incident he’d had at the store.

“You’re a good man, Will,” you proclaimed, feeling it to be the most true thing that’s ever come out of your mouth other than your love for him, your heart aching for him that he would never believe it no matter how many lives he saved or good things he did to make up for the ones he’d taken and choices he’d made.

When he remained quiet, knowing his mind was going a mile a minute and beginning to torture him with things he could no longer control, you leaned over the console and reached for his face, landing your palm on his cheek to get him to look at you.

“Hey,” you called, softly, and he smiled weakly as he turned his head and glanced over. “Do you want me to drive?”

He shook his head again, leaning slightly into your palm for a second as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“No, it’s okay. Driving will give me something to focus on. Thank you though,” he said, genuinely, his hand covering yours that still remained on his cheek, kissing your palm before peeling it off of him so he could press a kiss on your knuckles.

“Let’s go home,” he added, adjusting his body against his seat to shift his tired muscles before putting on his seatbelt and turning the key to start up the engine with a low roar.

“I’m gonna have a shower,” Will announced when you got in the door, still needing one after the gym and even more so now after the stress of the emergency at the store.

“Yeah, okay, enjoy,” you said, giving him a quick peck on his lips.

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, and he looked at you honestly, his tone true when he spoke.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, I promise.”

You smiled. “I know you are, Will. How about I sort us out some dinner? You must be hungry after all that.”

He held his stomach and sighed with a grin, “I’m starving!”

You giggled and nodded, stepping toward him again to wrap your hands around his middle to hug him, angling your face up at his. “Okay, go get clean and then I’ll get you fed.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, kissing you slowly. “I’ll never deserve you, baby.”

His hands stroked your hair as his eyes swept over your features like he would never fully grasp that you were his to love and vice versa.

“But you do,” you corrected, a smile dressing your lips when a smirk formed on his.

Will finally broke your embrace and disappeared to the bathroom, leaving you to go to the kitchen where you pondered what to put together for a meal while standing in front of an open cupboard.

You had really needed to grab a few things at the store, the pantry looking sparse and the fridge brighter than normal with all the empty spaces in it, and closing the door, you decided it was worth spending a couple extra bucks to order in some comfort food after a trying day.

Even though it wasn’t remotely cool outside, you decided some hot, spicy Pho would be the perfect choice, quickly ordering it on a delivery app and smiling when it was confirmed to arrive in less than twenty minutes.

You went into the living room and closed the curtains, grabbing two blankets from where they were neatly folded on the ottoman along with some pillows and placed them on the floor between the couch and coffee table.

A few candles were now lit and brought a warmth to the room that you loved so much, and you turned on the tv, selecting Seinfeld, knowing Will would appreciate having a familiar favourite on that would be easy to watch and take his mind off the excitement of what happened.

The sound of the shower was still going, and while waiting for the food to arrive, you ran down into the basement quickly to stick a clean towel in the dryer for a couple of minutes, hoping you would make it back up the stairs before Will was finished.

You slipped in the bathroom door that was left ajar, placing the hot towel on the vanity for him to use when he stepped out, taking a moment to admire his naked form standing beneath the stream of water, looking statuesque and godly.

Forcing yourself back out of the bathroom and not into the shower with him, you answered the door after hearing a knock, bringing the bag of food over to your cozy set-up.

You had just finished setting it all out when you heard Will walk in, and looked up to see him smiling brightly, his hair wet and sticking up a bit, his grey track pants low on his hips that made his bare upper body appear even longer.

“The warm towel was a nice touch,” he smirked, striding over where he wrapped his hands around you and pulled you into him, kissing you fiercely.

You giggled against his lips, your hands spreading out over his warm skin that was still tacky from his shower.

“Good.”

“What’s all this?” he asked, nodding behind you to the two giant bowls of soup.

You shrugged, “I thought it would be nice after everything that happened. Plus our options here were something between cereal and a can of tuna.”

Will’s eyebrows rose on his forehead in agreement, and he nodded as he looked at you with warmth and love in his blue eyes.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

With full bellies, you moved onto the couch, snuggling up to Will’s side with his arm draped comfortably over you to keep you close to him, his occasional laugh moving your head along with that of his chest as you rested against it.

“I’m glad you were there with me today,” he said quietly, his fingers lacing with yours as he did.

“I was the one who dragged you there in the first place.”

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he looked down at your entwined hands.

“Maybe we were meant to be there,” he admitted, his voice quiet almost as if he was thinking out loud.

You nodded in agreement. “I think so.”

“I hope he’s doing okay,” he added, giving your hand a squeeze as he thought about the man’s family, hoping he was lucky enough to have someone to love and fuss over him through his recovery, realizing more than ever what it meant to have someone to love you with their whole heart but knowing that if there was such a thing as luck in this world, he had taken it all.

Will tilted his head to see your face better, staring at you for a minute before speaking with quiet conviction.

“I love you so much.”

You reached up and rubbed his cheek, his beard soft on your skin. “I love you too, Will.”

“I feel like I can’t tell you enough.”

Your smile faded out as you took in the perfection of him, the warmth in his eyes and the fullness of his lips, your eyes trailing down to his chest where his clean, porcelain skin harboured his heart that held more love in it than anyone you had ever met before.

“Then tell me again,” you whispered.

He leaned closer to you, his lips temptingly close to yours while maintaining eye contact that made your breath stop.

“I love you.”

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[fanfiction-blep]

Does anyone else wonder if pandora has the equivalent of weed *cough catnip* for the Navi? Imagine Miles getting some into his system and his senses just kind of go hazy. Loses control of himself a bit and drops the tough guy act long enough to make known how much he cares about you. Bonus points for stoned out sexed up miles 🥵

PLEASE I love this idea, I did google it. I know they have different poisons they can use to hallucinate, but I love this Concept. And I'll do two parts. One where Just Miles get's high and then one where they are both high as it doesn't sit right with me to write smut where one person is under the influence and the other is not.

That's some plant~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

Warnings: Substance use? fluffy, Quaritch HIGH AS BALLS, soft Quaritch, Quaritch being baby.

Okay I can't think of a specific plot of this would happen so bare with head cannons for now.

Okay so he ingests it as an accident, maybe in the field? Like maybe there is a plant? And you don't have to prepare it, its chemical components can be ingested without any prep and bam. hello 420.

So you know the planet well? And you are teaching the recoms what is safe to eat and what isn't or what will do nothing but taste bad.

Quaritch is down bad okay? he likes you a lot and all this plant stuff isn't his thing he doesn't know how to impress you. Normally he would show off, in whatever way popped into his head but he realised that didn't work for you so he tried to act like he knew what he was doing.

He saw a large plant with a purple stem. large star like leaves five times the size of his head pointing out in every direction the odd flower sprouting. He picked two or three leaves and shoved one into his mouth, it tasted a little bitter but it was damp and once down the aftertaste wasn't bad.

What he didn't know was the best way to take this plant was in a tea, but no big blue simp man wanted to show off, he walzted over to you, already chomping down on the second leaf. Smirking at you. Your eyes went wide trying to grab the remaining leaf from him.

"Please tell me that you didn't eat that" "Ya just saw me eat one, what's the problem sweetheart?" He had pulled his hand into the air and was now lifting his head eating the third leaf. "Quaritch stop!" She wasn't sure whether to laugh or to cry at his impuslive behaviour. A hand resting over you're mouth in shock. It hit him there. You weren't messing around.

"Miles?" You asked placing a hand on his bicep. "How many leaves did you eat?" "Three" He spoke as if he was a child who had gotten caught eating cookies before dinner. "Alright, back to base. Now!" you gestured the rest of the recoms re grouped and headed to the ship in confusion.

"What's wrong did i eat something poisonous?" She stared up at him. "You just ate Pandora's version of cannabis!" "Fuck"

now you would be both mad, but mainly confused, who just randomly eats a plant they have no knowledge on? Miles Quaritch apparently. you would have told the science guys and insisted you would watch over Quaritch yourself.

He would be SO CLUMSY. Imagine him falling into a wall and apologising to it. Or staring at random inanimate objects and having very existential thoughts.

"Do ya ever wonder about the fact we never ask our beds if they want to be laid on?" You would have to stifle your laughter. getting him to his room was a MISSION. Lyle tries to help you. As Miles isn't able to walk by himself. You being a Na'vi you can kinda help him?

But man's is THICCC and even as a Na'vi you struggle to hold his whole weight. Also he doesn't want Lyle helping him. He starts swatting at Lyles hands. Incoherently mumbling at him. "What's the matter Colonel?" "Only want the pretty lady touching me." He would pout and rub his cheek against your head.

he was fucking purring, like actually purring while rubbing his cheek all over your head.

Lyle walked away as soon as you reached your room, you had picked your own room as you had all the medical supplies that you might need in case he has a bad reaction.

Okay so I have this vision in my head off him lifting his arm off your shoulders and trying to walk to the bed and just walking in a zig zag line. and doing a little fist bump in the air when he sits down on the bed.

Okay so you decide to grab him a glass of water, grab a med kit and take his temperature. Imagine him trying to bite the thermometer. Like your trying to put it under his tongue and he's acting like a child. You finally snap at him. "Just let me take care of you!"

"yes ma'am" He would push his legs together and make his back all straight and stare at you with this little goofy grin. You would place two fingers on his neck to check his pulse, and he would lean into your hand!

He's a little goofy baby boy. The whole dom thing melts away, and he just wants to be close to you.

He just wants to feel you, he comes down a little still high off his rocker but he's less toddler like. He gets sensitive to touch. Any fabric starts to irritate him, He starts pulling on his camo and tank top. Overwhelmed by the feeling on his skin yet unable to fully communicate what was happening due to fog in his brain.

You understand and walk over lifting his arms up and pulling off his tank top. You don't feel comfortable with him taking off his trousers due to his situation so you go to his room (Only for a moment) And find him some sweatpants. In hopes that it will make him feel better.

When you re entre the room he gets all excited and smiles at you. "You came back!" He wouldn't get overexcited it was more of a whisper. He would do little grabby hands and pull your hips pressing his face against your torso. Eventually he has wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his lap. Face buried in the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Ya smell soo good" So all his sense are heightened and he has always adored how you smell he has just never talked to you about this. "Miss how ya smell" at this point you give in and you start stroking the hair on his head, Causing him to purr again. The vibrations tickling your chest.

You stayed like this for a while until he fell asleep and you had to lay him down, in a half awake state he would pull you back onto the bed. "Need to hold ya pretty girl" "Don't wanna loose ya"

100% waking up thirty as hell.

Smiles when he sees you left a glass of water next to the bed for him, plus a few fresh fruits.

Fells slightly guilty about his behaviour because he doesn't know you feel the same way about him. He climbs back into the bed because he will be damned if he stumbles back to his room at unholy hours of the morning.

All the guilt melts away when he feels you roll into his side smiling in your sleep nuzzling against the bare skin of his chest.

is going to ask you to try the plant with him for sure, he just has to wait for you to wake up.

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Abit random lol! Can I please ask if you can give us your version of Aemond (in Dark Desire) nsfw details? 😜😈🤭🤭.

If there are any filthy headcanons about him jerking off or what he likes in bed (what he likes, how he likes it, when he does it, both in general and as far as Dark Desire is concerned). Any insights would be greatly welcomed as he alittle horny for him!! Even though he doesn’t like the Dornish - what does he like about the reader that turns him on? 🤔😈🙈💕🥵

Dear Anon, I know it took me a long time to reply to you. Sorry, I've been wanting to think about it for quite some time to give you a good answer, so here's an NSFW Headcanons from Aemond's version in Dark Desire (Sorry if it's not very good. I don't think I'm very good at writing this type of things).

First of all, when I write Dark Desire's Aemond, I only have one song to define him, or at least parts of a song: 'Heartless' of The Weeknd. It's mainly the music that I always use to write and this song in particular defines him. How do you define it in a NSFW way? The phrase "Never need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need" defines it very well. He likes himself, he thinks highly of himself after a long time in shit. Therefore even on a more sexual level he is always superior to his partner.

But, all this has to do with the same thing that he says in the song "All this money and this pain got me heartless, Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless". It's how he feels so he doesn't get romantically involved with anyone, in a more sexual context it means that he barely feels much for the person he's fucking with, he doesn't make love, he fucks and it's over. When I say that he is bored with everything it is because he really is bored with everything. He has enough money and connections to have done all the things he wanted to do when he was young. It has already reached a point, that he has done everything he wanted, he doesn't care about his partner in bed and few things excite him.

With that said, I'll move on to the Headcanons:

- Aftercare; not at all. He is not in love, so he is not going to care for no one. Maybe if he is truly, truly, truly in love, he cares. But normally, every encounter is just sex, so no, he is not into Aftercare. With Reader, perhaps he is a little bit different, he can be some  care, but not normally. He fucks, that’s all. He is not there to talk with someone and he just thinks in smoking after a good shag.

- Cum; he has a bit of a breeding kink, unconsciously. Normallly, he enjoys to mark as his the women who is with him and how he marks her? With his cum, inside of her, like a wild animal, “if I cum inside of her, other suitors will levae her alone…” Poor soul, definitively, this only works in his mind, but it works to turn him on, so for him, it´s okay. He also loves to pull out and bust all over your back, because…

- His favorite position is doggy style… this is a general headcanon that I have to all versions that I can think of Aemond, doesn´t matter the story or time. He really loves doggy style. Why? He doesn't have to look your date that night in the eye. He does feel inferior due to the lack of his eye, he just gives pleasure and receives it in this position, without having to establish any kind of emotional connection. We return to the theme that Aemond in Dark Desire doesn't make love, he just fucks. If he looked into someone´s eyes, maybe he could establish a bond, and I think there is nothing that scares him more than anything, because that would make him feel vulnerable, and he just wants to appear strong in front of others, even in a moment as intimate as the sex. Maybe with Reader it's the only one who could really do it in another position, looking into your eyes, because he's in love. That is the difference.

- Jack off; only when is extremely necessary and nothing more. I think he is too much serious to spend his time touching himself, also he feels guilty after it (Too much faith of the seven when he was young). In all Dark Desire, he only touches himself once, and it was after a long time without meeting Reader, so, no. He doesn´t jack off often.

- Kink; a woman who really needs his protection, his money, his power… he doesn´t care, but something who really excites him is to be with someone who really needs him… plus if she always try to look like a strong woman and she has a vulnerable moment. He sees himself in that moment as his savior, so that´s perfect for him. He would never accept it but ‘the blood question’ really turns him on. Reader really makes Aemond Horny because she is a Targaryen, just like him, it is how it must be (Like Rhaenyra and Daemon. He would never accept it, but he always has wanted the same). He thinks that it will be easy to control her, she has those beautiful purples eyes (he really turns on thinking on that eyes fixed on his while she is sucking his cock), and she is a mixture between a Dornish and Valyrian women. He can say that he hates Dornish, but that´s not true. Dornish women really excited him, but he tries to avoid so hard, just looking really correct. All repressed desire turns in a mixture between hate and desire. Other of his kink, he is the one on charge, always. That phrase of “everything is sex except sex which is power” suits him very well. Oh, and his pace is always fast and rough, he has to be too much in love to be slow and sensual to get his climax ;).

- Finally, If he has to decide between giving or receiving oral, he is going to choose receiving. He is the one in charge, by the gods! He has to receive it, he deserves it, he is not going to reduce himself to give pleasure, he always receives. Only, if he is truly in love he can give it, for that reason is so wonderful that moment in the last chapter of Dark Desire. :D

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She tried to shoulder her way through the door as he said, "Vanessa. I am so confused right now. We broke up." "Okay, but now that you're back on dry land, we can both come to our senses."

The nerve 😒🤦🏻‍♀️

"I'm someone who actually cares about Bradley. You must be Vanessa. His ex." Your tone was even, but Vanessa's face started to turn red.

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"Are you okay?" "Yeah," he grunted in response, because there was really nothing else to say. He'd been daydreaming about this evening for so long, he should have known nothing would go right. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to go home." You started to tug on his arms as you shook your head. "The only place I want to go is back to your couch."

The immediately checking in and then reassuring that she wants nothing more than to be with him 🥹

When you shook your head, your nose brushed along his stubble and the edge of his mustache. "Just annoyed that she tried to make you fe0el bad while simultaneously trying to get you back. Who does that?" "Not you," he said easily, and he could feel you smile against his cheek.

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"Bradley," you laughed, and he just held you tighter. The kitchen smelled like pizza, and you could already hear his stomach growling. "You won't make it five more minutes without food." "You're so right, Gorgeous," he replied, spinning you in his arms so you were facing him.

She looking out for/taking care of him and Bradley is just melting in her hands by that 🥰🥹

He seemed almost relieved as soon as he told you that. "It's going to take more to scare me off than your ex girlfriend, but if she comes back here again, I can't guarantee she'll leave without a black eye. I don't like how she was talking to you." The words were out of your mouth before you could really consider them, but Bradley looked even more relieved as that adorable smile warmed up all of his features. "Besides, this is my couch date. Mine and yours, and nobody else is going to fuck it up."

Nobody disrupts a couch date!! ☝🏻��

"Didn't stop me from fantasizing about having you on top of me exactly like this." His cheeks were pink as you leaned in and successfully kissed him this time. "God, Gorgeous," he whispered. "The real thing is just so much better than the emailed version, and that was enough to get me going for months."

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You'd never been this comfortable around a man before. Even now he wasn't rushing anything, though you both knew what you wanted. He'd been giving you one last chance all evening to pull away if that's what you decided to do after Vanessa stopped by. But your heart was telling you with absolute certainty that this man was a keeper.

Bradley was torn. Part of him wanted to hold you in his arms all night and list off everything he loved about you. The other part wanted you naked and in his bed. He'd never had such strong feelings of love colliding with such strong feelings of lust in his entire lift, and it was honestly a bit disorienting. You were somehow everything he wanted, all wrapped up in one Gorgeous woman.

He's so whipped (& why not both?)

You shivered as he stroked your clit, wrapping your leg around him a little tighter, wanting more. Another steady swipe of his thumb, and you were whining. "You like that," he mused softly, and it wasn't a question. "You want more." Also, not a question. He seemed to know what you wanted and how you'd respond even before you did, and when he pulled your nipple between his lips, your back arched off the bed.

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"You're damn right," he grunted before dipping his lips down to kiss you again before finding your shoulder and then your neck. "I can't wait to figure out every single little thing that turns you on. I'm gonna take my time and find all of them."

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"I don't even feel self conscious around you," he muttered, reluctantly pulling his body away from yours. "Let's destroy the rest of the extra large pizza together while I show you the rest of my house."

That warms my heart 🥺 Bradley arguably is in great shape but even he is self conscious and someone swooping in eliminating that is just so wholesome 🥰

"Let you what? Be my boyfriend?" you asked, heart beating a little faster as those familiar butterflies found their way back. "Yeah, Gorgeous. I'm dying for it. And we've kind of already been doing this thing together for months, right?"

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Getting rid of Vanessa quickly is one problem to solve, but Bradley is afraid you'll also be ready to leave after the interruption. Tonight was supposed to be special after so many months of thinking about it. But even when things don't go as planned, he's beginning to see that you want to be around him as much as he needs to be around you.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, unprotected sex, smut, Bradley being sexy, 18+

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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You were just across the room from Bradley, but it felt like you were miles away right now as he pulled his front door open a little wider to reveal Vanessa. She looked completely calm, as if she was supposed to be at his house. Like he hadn't dumped her months ago. She took a step closer, ready to walk right inside, and his stomach lurched.

"Fuck," he groaned, his face heating up with embarrassment as all of the desire he'd just been enjoying started to recede from his body. "What do you want?"

She already got her fucking water bottle back, so he had no idea how she was going to respond, but he was surprised to hear her say, "I wanted to see you."

Bradley blinked at her wordlessly. He had forgotten the details of her face as soon as he'd seen yours for the first time, and now he could barely remember any of the details of the time he'd spent with her at all. It seemed like a completely foreign concept that she was here to see him. "Why?" he blurted out, and she laughed in response.

"We ended things a little rough before you left, and I'll admit I could have handled it a bit better. But I did miss you while you were away. I wanted to show you how much."

She tried to shoulder her way through the door as he said, "Vanessa. I am so confused right now. We broke up."

"Okay, but now that you're back on dry land, we can both come to our senses."

She must have thought her words sounded reasonable, but they were making his skin crawl. He didn't want her at his house. The uncomfortable feeling was creeping in that he associated for so long with being taken advantage of. He wanted her to leave even as she smiled up at him and reached a hand out to let it rest on his chest.

"I did come to my senses, Vanessa. That's why I broke things off," he said, voice dry and raspy. He was terribly uncomfortable, and he was starting to panic when he felt a warmth at his side and a hand wrap around his bicep. Vanessa's eyes went wide as soon as she saw you, and the look on her face was so comical, Bradley almost laughed.

There was no way you didn't hear every word of their conversation, but you just gave him a little squeeze and smiled as you said, "I'm ready for you to come back to the couch now."

"Who is this?" Vanessa snapped with a tone of jealousy, which was rich coming from her. She was looking at you in disgust as Bradley tried to get his thoughts in order. Was it okay to call you his girlfriend? He was debating with himself, but it didn't even matter. You were already responding. 

"I'm someone who actually cares about Bradley. You must be Vanessa. His ex." Your tone was even, but Vanessa's face started to turn red.

"You've been back for like three days," she muttered in response. "You sure moved on fast."

Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose. "I mentally moved on as soon as we broke up, Vanessa. Months ago. You picked up your water bottle. I've got nothing else for you here."

He was already embarrassed enough, and then she huffed and stomped her foot at him. Had he actually dated this woman? He had, and now you were witness to his mortification as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I was going to at least offer to blow you while you thought about where you wanted to take me for dinner tomorrow night, but you can just fuck off, Bradley."

His hand on the door finally sprung to action, and he started pushing it closed as he said, "Goodbye, Vanessa."

"Bye," you said, waving your free hand. You turned so the front of your body was pressed against the front of his as he locked his door once again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he grunted in response, because there was really nothing else to say. He'd been daydreaming about this evening for so long, he should have known nothing would go right. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to go home."

You started to tug on his arms as you shook your head. "The only place I want to go is back to your couch."

"Alright," he replied, cheeks absolutely burning with embarrassment. He couldn't decide if Vanessa was serious or if she just needed to get the last word in, but if she ruined his chances with you, he didn't know what he was going to do.

This time you settled down on the cushion next to him instead of on his lap. This was decidedly not where he thought he would be right now when you had your hands inside his shirt just a few minutes ago. "I'm sorry," he whispered before turning to look at you. "I had no idea she was going to show up. I never anticipated seeing her again, actually." When you reached for his hand in response, he swallowed hard.

"So... you met me through my letter right after you broke up with her?" you asked carefully.

There was no point in denying it. "Yeah. I broke things off shortly before I left home. Then a few weeks into my deployment, I got the first package from you and your kids. And I wasn't lying when I told you it changed everything for the better."

You sighed and kissed his scars, and Bradley's heart skipped around in his chest as you said, "I really had perfect timing, huh?"

"You're not upset?" he asked, holding your hand tighter. He didn't give a single fuck about his entitled ex; he just cared about you.

When you shook your head, your nose brushed along his stubble and the edge of his mustache. "Just annoyed that she tried to make you feel bad while simultaneously trying to get you back. Who does that?"

"Not you," he said easily, and he could feel you smile against his cheek.

"I'm hungry," you told him. "Let's eat pizza together. And then I'd like to get back to where we left off."

He pulled you onto his lap as he dug his phone out of his pocket. "Yeah?" he asked hopefully as you draped your arms around his neck.

"Yeah. You promised me the couch date ages ago, and I want the full experience."

He exhaled the breath he wasn't even aware he had been holding, and then he kissed you and asked, "What kind of pizza do you want, Gorgeous?"

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You were not that surprised that Vanessa showed up at Bradley's house. He was handsome and kind, and of course his ex would eventually realize how good she had it before she messed up. But she already had her chance with him, and you noticed right away how his demeanor changed as soon as he opened the door. The sweet way he'd been looking at you since the first time he called you over FaceTime was nothing like the way he looked at her. And now you got to witness how awful she was for yourself.

When there was another knock on the door, you looked up at his face from where you were snuggled up against his bicep holding his hand. He'd been more subdued for the past twenty minutes as you and he actually watched the movie you brought along with you. That was admittedly not something you thought was actually going to happen. But when he looked at you he smiled before leaning in for a kiss.

"That better be dinner this time," you muttered, ready to rocket off the couch if Vanessa dared to come back again.

He chuckled and said, "If it's not pizza, I'm slamming the door and coming right back."

He kissed you softly one last time before standing, and once you confirmed it really was the delivery driver, you went into the kitchen to grab some beers from his refrigerator. You found four different kinds along with another bottle of Prosecco and some seltzers. The kitchen itself was beautiful, and the window overlooked his small yard. You were about to start searching for a bottle opener when Bradley wrapped his arms around you from behind. 

"I never did take you on a tour of my house," he murmured, rubbing his mustache along your cheek. "Now or after we eat?"

"Bradley," you laughed, and he just held you tighter. The kitchen smelled like pizza, and you could already hear his stomach growling. "You won't make it five more minutes without food."

"You're so right, Gorgeous," he replied, spinning you in his arms so you were facing him. That crooked smile was teasing at his lip as he said, "Thanks for not going home because of earlier. I think I would have been devastated if you left."

He seemed almost relieved as soon as he told you that. "It's going to take more to scare me off than your ex girlfriend, but if she comes back here again, I can't guarantee she'll leave without a black eye. I don't like how she was talking to you." The words were out of your mouth before you could really consider them, but Bradley looked even more relieved as that adorable smile warmed up all of his features. "Besides, this is my couch date. Mine and yours, and nobody else is going to fuck it up."

His smile grew as he pushed you back against the island with his hands on your hips. "I kind of like it when you say bad words," he whispered, his tongue darting out at the corner of his mouth. "Why is that so hot?"

"Because I'm a fucking elementary school teacher," you replied as innocently as you could without laughing, and you were rewarded with a kiss that let you know exactly how hot he thought your potty mouth was. Then he groaned as his stomach started growling louder. "You need to be fed."

He released your lips but tilted your chin up with his fingertips. "Right after dinner and some beers, I'm going to show you around, and then we're going to get right back to kissing."

You shrugged and said, "I kind of figured we'd be kissing while you showed me around."

"That's convenient, since I can't seem to stop." This time he kissed your neck before handing you paper plates. He piled one with two slices of pizza before you told him to stop, and then he piled four on the other plate after taking an enormous bite out of one. "Meet me on the couch?" he asked, patting your butt as you walked away. When you paused to glance back at him, he was still watching you. "I'll be right there," he promised.

You only had to sit on the couch alone for a few seconds, thinking about how badly you wanted him, before he joined you with two opened beers and a roll of paper towels. "Here you go, Baby," he muttered, handing over one of the bottles before dropping down on the couch at your side. 

You watched his tall, muscular body as he reached for his stacked up plate of pizza slices and let it rest on his thigh before he draped his free arm around your shoulders and took another sip of beer. Somehow everything he did was graceful, but it was the way he turned to you, casually kissed your lips and said, "If you like this pizza place, we can order from there again," before folding a slice in half and devouring it that made you melt a little bit.

Of course you were going to want to order more pizza and have another couch date night. You took a bite, and the food was amazing. Bradley started man-spreading on the couch which made you have to snuggle in against him a little more. And then you were both taking sips from his bottle of beer since yours was on the coffee table, and you didn't want to move away from him to get it. And the movie was all but forgotten as the two of you started ranking the local pizza restaurants as he finished his fourth slice.

"I liked the pizza," you informed him as he reached for the roll of paper towels. "And I even like that you're using paper towels instead of napkins. It's oddly charming."

With a soft groan, he took the nearly empty beer bottle from your hand and set it aside. You squealed as he murmured, "Come here," and scooped you onto his lap before stretching out along the couch with his legs hanging over the arm. You were straddling his waist with your hands resting on his shoulders as he softly said, "I'll get you pizza or Thai food or Salvatore's as much as you want." His eyes were soft and sincere as he looked up at you and said, " I don't care. I love all of it. I love spending time with you."

When you leaned down to kiss him, your knee slipped, and you started laughing as he held you in place with his big hands on your waist before you could end up on the floor. "You're too big for your couch, Bradley."

"I tried to tell that ages ago," he replied, guiding his hand slowly down your thigh until he was pulling you back into place. "Didn't stop me from fantasizing about having you on top of me exactly like this." His cheeks were pink as you leaned in and successfully kissed him this time. "God, Gorgeous," he whispered. "The real thing is just so much better than the emailed version, and that was enough to get me going for months."

"Bradley," you whined softly.

"Say it again," he groaned, hand tightening on your thigh. His head was tipped back, dark gaze glued to your lips as you ran your thumb along his scarred cheek. You'd never been this comfortable around a man before. Even now he wasn't rushing anything, though you both knew what you wanted. He'd been giving you one last chance all evening to pull away if that's what you decided to do after Vanessa stopped by. But your heart was telling you with absolute certainty that this man was a keeper.

Your lips met his scars, and the tip of your tongue grazed along his stubble before you whispered right next to his ear, "Bradley." Immediately you felt one big hand at the small of your back, hot and rough against your bare skin, guiding you flatter against his body.

"Oh hell," he gasped before devouring your mouth. Your fingers tugged on his wavy hair as his hand slid lower until you felt his fingers slip inside the elastic waistband of your leggings. He held you in place and rolled his hips up to meet you as you moaned into his mouth. He was deliciously hard just for you. If you couldn't have all of him soon, you were afraid you might pass out.

You could vaguely hear the sound of the movie playing in the background as you explored every inch of his mustache with your lips. Bradley's entire hand was inside your leggings now, and if he wasn't holding you so tight, you knew you'd be on the floor. With every exploratory grind of your hips, you got wetter. The stretchy fabric of your leggings was thin, and you could feel him through his jeans as he grunted deep at the back of his throat, "Gorgeous. I want you."

"Oh my god." His other hand was inching his sweatshirt up along your body while he sucked on your neck, and it took you longer than it should have to formulate words as the butterflies went wild. "I want you, too." You helped him pull the shirt a little faster over your head, leaving you laying on top of him in your bra practically panting as you said, "Take me to your room."

He smiled before kissing you hard, and then you were in his arms as he stood up. "You want the full tour of the house right now?" he teased, but his smile slipped as soon as you unzipped his jeans while you shook your head.

"Bedroom. The rest can wait."

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Bradley was torn. Part of him wanted to hold you in his arms all night and list off everything he loved about you. The other part wanted you naked and in his bed. He'd never had such strong feelings of love colliding with such strong feelings of lust in his entire lift, and it was honestly a bit disorienting. You were somehow everything he wanted, all wrapped up in one Gorgeous woman. He still couldn't believe you'd stood by his side and let Vanessa know you were with him now, and therefore maybe a third part of him wanted to reward you just for being so good to him.

"Bedroom?" It was a question this time as you kissed him, and he felt your exploring fingers make their way inside his jeans.

"Let's go, Baby."

Bradley had to stop twice on the way, because you were too fucking perfect. You were too perfect not to press up against the wall in the hallway, and it felt too good when your hand found its way inside his briefs. "Shit," he gasped, eyes wide as you touched him, his hands planted on the wall on either side of your head. He kissed you over and over again as your hand wrapped around his cock, and he never wanted this to end.

When he started to toy with your bra straps, you whispered, "Take it off." 

His cock was held snug in your hand as he undid the clasp at your back and eased the lace away from your chest. You were looking up at him, lips parted like you were trying to gauge his reaction to your body, and he couldn't help but smile as he took in every inch of your tits. "Come on. You know you're Gorgeous. I'm sure you can tell just how much I want you."

When you gave his balls a little squeeze in response, he knew he needed to get you through the doorway and into his room. Your bra fell to the floor as he guided you inside. His desk lamp was glowing, and somehow your body looked even more ethereal bathed in the soft orange light. 

You glanced around the room even as you let him tuck you against his body, and he kissed the top of your head as you whispered, "I've shamelessly thought about being here with you." Your hands were on his abs again, pushing his tee shirt up his body, and Bradley could feel your furled nipples against his skin as he tugged it over his head. Every time he tried to speak, a needy sound escaped him instead as your hands smoothed along his chest and down his sides. "Oh my god, Bradley," you whined, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I've touched myself, too. Imagining you were with me."

"Fuck," he groaned, the last bit of restraint snapping inside him as soon as you said his name and those sweet, filthy words. Of course he'd been losing his mind over the very same sorts of thoughts, and as his mouth collided with yours, he led you backwards to his bed. You gasped and laughed when you landed on your back, tits bouncing beautifully as you looked up at him in surprise. Then he was on top of you, tasting your nipple, hooking his hand around your thigh as it crept up to his hip.

You were panting his name quietly as he inhaled the scent of your skin and tasted both of your breasts. "You're so soft," he whispered, talking about your skin and your body and your sweet personality. "I can't get enough."

With your fingers in his hair, you were rubbing yourself gently up against him, and it was making him hard beyond belief. He didn't know how much more he could handle before he needed to be inside you, but tasting your skin and teasing every inch of you was something that should be savored. 

"You don't have to get enough," you whispered. "Not tonight. I already want more."

Bradley's hands were on your leggings, pulling them down along with your underwear. He fought with them for a second, all tangled up with your legs, and then he kissed your giggles away as he ran his rough fingertips along your pussy. When your back arched off the bed, you gasped, and he dragged his middle finger gently along your slit, bucking against your leg at the slick wetness he found there.

You were naked beneath him, reaching for him, telling him you needed his kisses, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen or heard. He tried to take his time, taste you everywhere, but he needed to fuck you more than he needed to breathe. He was dizzy as he stood, jeans halfway down his thighs, cock hanging free from his underwear. Then you sat up in bed, knees bent as you squeezed your legs together and watched him get the rest of the way undressed in awe.

His brain was buzzing as you reached for him, and he took your hand in his, kissing your fingers as he said, "Let me grab the condoms I bought." He walked to his dresser, hands shaking with excitement as he tore into the box, but when he brought one back to the bed and settled in next to you, he noticed you were chewing on your lip.

"Do we really need this?" you asked softly, tapping the wrapper as you kissed him.

Your other hand was wrapped around his cock once again as he grunted, "I don't know, Baby. Do we?"

"Nope." You tossed it across the room, looped your arms around his neck and said, "I want to feel you."

When he eased you onto your back, his cock was nestled against your pussy, and he was completely lost beyond hope. "Yeah, Gorgeous?" he rasped, easing his tip closer to your opening. "You want to feel me?"

You rolled your hips, accepting him into your warmth, and Bradley thrust deep. He felt like the wind had been knocked from his lungs as you wrapped your leg around his thigh and kissed his name against his lips. You welcomed his touch everywhere as he fucked you. Your hands and mouth found his hair and his scarred cheek, like you were made for him. There was no hesitation or uncertainty. Now that he knew every inch of you, he was never going to want anything else.

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Bradley's body was big and warm, and you could smell him everywhere. His hands were deliciously rough on your skin even as his touch was gentle and sure. Every sensation was brand new while still making you feel comfortable, as if you and he had been here before. You had in your mind at least. You'd considered so many things when it came to Bradley's body while he was still deployed, but just like his exquisite letters and emails, this was even better in person.

You shivered as he stroked your clit, wrapping your leg around him a little tighter, wanting more. Another steady swipe of his thumb, and you were whining. "You like that," he mused softly, and it wasn't a question. "You want more." Also, not a question. He seemed to know what you wanted and how you'd respond even before you did, and when he pulled your nipple between his lips, your back arched off the bed.

"Oh my god, Bradley," you moaned, looking at his handsome face as he gave you thrust after delicious thrust. "Our texts are going to be filthy after this," you gasped, and the intense look on his face receded a bit as a smile found his lips.

"You're damn right," he grunted before dipping his lips down to kiss you again before finding your shoulder and then your neck. "I can't wait to figure out every single little thing that turns you on. I'm gonna take my time and find all of them."

You believed him implicitly, especially since he was already doing a stellar job of making you slowly lose your mind. When his big hands found your hips, he held you in place and went a little harder as sweat started to bead on his forehead. He watched your face for a reaction, and as soon as your lips parted in a long whimper, his mouth was on yours. You held onto his shoulders as he tasted your tongue and told you that you were the only girl for him. Whispered that you belonged with him.

Soon you were slipping, remembering all of the sweet things he told you, both typed and spoken. "I'm so close," you pleaded, needing him to get you all the way there. It had been so long since someone made you feel this good, and this was the very first time a man ever made you feel this vital to his own happiness. Without prompting, Bradley circled your clit with his thumb as you tasted the bead of sweat on his cheek, and you were done. Your orgasm rocked through you as you cried out his name, and his thrusts slowed to an almost languid pace that just made you get louder and clench around him harder.

"Jesus," he panted, smoothing his hand along your skin as he watched you come apart beneath him. "Fucking gorgeous." Bradley's fingers curled around the back of your neck, and his thumb grazed along your lip as he watched you. His handsome face was flushed, and his movements were jerky as he rasped, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Anywhere."

A string of desire laced expletives flowed from his lips along with your name. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and fucked you until his hips stopped moving, and you reveled in the warm feeling of being full when he didn't pull out. His body was heavy in a good way, and you dragged your fingers lazily through his hair as he murmured, "Am I hurting you?"

"No," you promised, wrapping your calf tighter around his thigh. "Don't you dare move."

The rumble of his deep chuckle and the scrape of his mustache against your neck made you shiver. "I'm not going anywhere, Gorgeous." You just held him to your body while he stayed inside you and treated your skin to little nips and kisses. But eventually his stomach started growling, and you giggled when he groaned. "I don't even feel self conscious around you," he muttered, reluctantly pulling his body away from yours. "Let's destroy the rest of the extra large pizza together while I show you the rest of my house."

Truly, nothing sounded better to you. Bradley located his discarded shirt on the floor and collected you in his arms before pulling it over your head. Then he tugged his underwear into place while he kissed you, and you led the way back to the couch. You could feel how sticky he'd left you between your thighs, but you didn't immediately do anything about it, because he was grabbing the pizza box from the kitchen and then pulling you down onto his lap on the couch. His chin and forehead were cool and tasted a little salty as you kissed him and snuggled against his body. This was exactly how his couch was supposed to be for the two of you as you basked in the way he made you feel magical just by looking at you.

He held up a piece of pizza with a laugh and let you take a bite before he ate most of it. The movie had ended a while ago, and the menu options were playing softly in the background as you finished your snack together with his warm body cradling yours. "During the house tour, can we visit your shower together?" you asked him, running your fingers through his sparse patch of chest hair and down to his abs. "Before bed?"

"Already on the agenda," he informed you, standing again with you in his arms. He led you around, mostly showing off his piano, and then he took you into his spotlessly clean bathroom. He turned on the shower, and as the water warmed up, he pulled his shirt over your head and left you standing naked in front of him with his arm wrapped around you. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about this all the time," he murmured, running his thumb lazily along your nipple as you pressed your thighs together in need. "But I think about how much I love your face and your voice and the way you make me feel just as much. Maybe more."

"Bradley," you gasped, and he treated you to a needy little grunt that left you reaching for his face. "That's the kind of stuff a boyfriend would say."

His expression didn't change much, but his smile grew wider as he told you, "Well I want to keep saying it. So why not let me?"

"Let you what? Be my boyfriend?" you asked, heart beating a little faster as those familiar butterflies found their way back.

"Yeah, Gorgeous. I'm dying for it. And we've kind of already been doing this thing together for months, right?"

"Right," you agreed, pulling him toward the shower as steam filled the room. He came willingly, an expectant look on his face as you said, "You can be my boyfriend, Bradley."

His lips found yours, and they stayed there for a while.

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Vanessa wanted him to come to his senses, but he already did! HA! He and Gorgeous are like magnets that just want to be touching at all times. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[royalsweetteaa]

I demand a tier list of who you think are switches, tops and bottoms of the Chris Evans characters. 😤

I gotchuuu ;) 👉👉

18 + ONLY BELOW | MINORS DNI

Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson & Andy Barber:

80-100% tops & doms

These men have little to no sub going through their veins and are overdosed with dom energy. They all love to be called daddy and have a submissive baby girl to beg them for a good fucking when time calls for it. They are also most creative with pet names because of their dominant nature.

Amongst them all, Steve is the most dominant one with Ari being more of a casual dom. Ari isn’t that demanding on being called daddy/sir compared to Andy and Steve, but he certainly finds it to be a huge turn on. Steve likes being a bit rough when he gives you punishments, but he taunts with sweet names as he gives them. Andy’s the opposite where he likes being degrading with words and calling you a whore while giving sweet and simple punishments.

Ransom Drysdale:

70-80% dom/top (secret 20% sub)

Ransom is a special case because he will deny having a submissive side for a long time until you’re deep in the relationship, and you start testing his ground for fun. It starts with simple things, like tugging his hair, twisting his nipple or sucking them, making him whine from the foreign feeling. No woman has ever done this before you, and it surprises him how good it feels. He will accept these eventually when you want to take charge, but like stated with the given percentage, he loves to be in charge overall. His dominant nature always calls to take claim of you when he’s being too vulnerable. He’s a casual dom too alongside Ari because while he is into a lot of kinky stuff, it’s not as overboard as what Steve and Andy are into, but he’s not one to mess with.

Johnny Storm:

60% dom & 40% sub = switch

Johnny’s a switch, but leans on being more dominant. He likes to make his girl squirm underneath him while he jackhammers into your pussy like a daddy. He will take charge of pushing you onto the bed and plunging his dick inside your cunt with no hesitation. In special occasions however, he likes to turn into your good boy and take care of mommy’s needs like slurping your juices from your pussy, sucking your tits and humping against you like a desperate manwhore. He likes when you tug his hair, both when he’s dom and sub - but especially when sub.

Jake Jensen:

70% sub & 30% top = sub/switch

Mama’s boy #1. He loves having you on top, riding him while he squirms underneath. Seeing your tits jiggle and your ass bouncing on his cock as you call him a good boy exposes the sluttiest version of himself. He loves when you use him to cum and he just wants to take care of you without needing to reach his climax, but of course you’re going to reward him when he’s being this good to you. He will listen to your orders if you tell him to do the work of thrusting his dick inside of you. If you have more of a casual relationship where you don’t want to dom, he’s totally okay with switching. If you want him on top, he’ll do it because Jake isn’t a selfish lover. Sex is always good in Jake’s book, but he just becomes more of a whiny mess when you are in charge.

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Note from author: ughh can you tell I’m obsessed with making these? 🥵 Also anons have been blessing my inbox lately, like damn thanks for the thirsty thots. ;)

[gangrenados]

I need more of Dickie with a breeding kink please 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵��💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Tw: pregnancy mention.

•I know I've said this many times before but let me repeat it one more time: Dick with a breeding kink is so so hot.

•The thought of your cunt filled to the brim with his have the power to get him aroused immediately, and the actual sight of his cum dripping down your fucked out hole will make him want another round.

•He loves to fuck his seed back into you just to make sure, maybe just a few thrusts or perhaps he'll cum deep inside of you again. Dick is a persistent and skilled guy so he surely has trained himself to come more than once.

•But Dick's  not opposed to eat you out just like that, he's not picky.

• It's a way to clean you up and make you feel great at the same time besides he just loves yo eat you out no requirements needed.

•And if you both are busy and feel like playing then he'll just pull up your panties and make you walk into the world with his cum dripping down and puddling in your panties.

•He loves it, he loves to know what's going with you, to know his seed is inside of you, that he has marked you in a way.

•one his favorite ways to come is inside of you, so you can imagine that the first time you asked him to do so lol Dick needed a few seconds to catch up.

•He was dumbfounded with his head on the clouds, it felt similar to the moment you told him I love you.

•Dick has the habit of putting you into a matting press, he grabs your hips and press them close against his without any intention of letting go.

•His fingers sink in your flesh and his head rest against you, sometimes he's too immersed in the pleasure he forgets how to speak so the only thing he's able to do is moan.

•Other times he tells you how nice his pretty little cum slut is taking his cock, going even further to tease your clit so you'll be a mess.

•If not he begs, begs you to make him a parent, he wants it so bad! 

•he wants to see you swollen with his child, he knows you'll be a pretty and good momma. Uh, does he have a pregnancy kink too? Yeah kinda, mainly the Titans version tho

[x-childish-x]

HI! it's like 4am here and my miserable ass can't fall asleep so I was on tiktok and the "no kissing trend" came to me and I CANT STOP PICTURING A SCENE WITH ANAKIN AND READER DOING IT !!!!!! like please can you write it? I'd jump to the moon out of happiness to read something like this. Maybe they're even having an argument about something and it gets really heated and their faces are so close you cant even put a paper between them. Or it could be an au where someone dares them to do the trend idk what comes easier to you. just saw this with lots of sexual tension and possible smut with nsfw prompt 31? I am also on my obi-wan feelings, so if you cant write it for ani it's ok if you want it to be obi. thank you I appreciate your writing so much and your blog was the first one that came to mind when I thought about requesting. I need to say your writing makes me want more and more. I love it so much and it's never enough 😭

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: ANGST, arguing, fighting, anger

Word Count: 589

A/N: Hello love! Thank you so so much for this request, what a hot idea 🥵 I really hope you enjoy this, and that it's what you wanted. I'm totally down to do other versions of this (AUs, Obi-Wan, etc.) if that's what you would like! I'm sorry it took me so long to get it out and I'm also sorry but I chose to keep it PG without the NSFW, but I could of course do another with NSFW if you would like. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Thank you for all the love and support! You're truly too sweet.

Summary: While in the middle of a heated argument with Anakin, you try to refrain from kissing him.

(gif not mine!)

"How could you be so reckless!?"

"I'm reckless?!" You snapped at Anakin, leaping up from the chair you'd been sitting in, trying to maintain your composure, "You're the one consistently disobeying all orders, throwing yourself right into the heat of battle without so much as a thought of how it would affect me!"

"Why do you think I'm doing this," Anakin yelled, getting dangerously close to you, your body's grazing, "I'm fighting this way so the war will end sooner so this galaxy will be safer for you!"

"For me!?" You laughed darkly, stepping impossibly closer, "You're fighting recklessly! The only thing you're going to do is get yourself killed, Anakin! And I can't lose you! If I lost you, then I'd be losing everything!"

The tension was thick enough in the air that you could practically grab a handful of it if you reached out. Your breaths fanned across each other's faces as your lips grazed against one another's. A dark, menacing look swam in your eyes, matching Anakin's as you both fought to keep your eyes from falling to each other's lips.

You couldn't kiss him. There was absolutely no way you would kiss him right now, in the middle of a fight like this. Sure, Anakin and you bickered often, but rarely did it ever ascend to screaming at one another.

But oh god, did you want to kiss him.

You wanted to grab his stupid face and kiss his stupid lips and tell him how incredibly stupid he was in battle. Tell him about the distance between what you felt and what you wanted to say was absolutely unbridgeable, and you just couldn't properly express how terrified you were to lose him.

So you simply stood chest to chest, heaving and radiating anger off and onto one another as your lips tempted each of you for a lethal dance of tango.

"I'd be lost without you too," Anakin finally whispered, "But I'd sacrifice everything if it meant keeping you safe."

"No!" You cried, tears cascading down your cheeks, "Can't you understand that without you, there is no me!"

Before you could utter anything else, Anakin grasped your hips, pulling you flush against his body and finally connecting your lips. Your hands quickly flew up to his neck, tangling into the hair there as you desperately kissed Anakin. Your lips molded and crashed as if it would be the last time that you ever kissed as if he was providing you your entire life but would soon be leaving. And in a sense, that was true, but neither of you knew it yet.

You both separated, gasping for air as Anakin kissed down your jaw and to your collarbone, "You're stupid. So, so stupid."

"I know," Anakin mumbled, attacking your neck in a way that you knew would leave marks.

You leaned your head back to allow Anakin more access as you tugged his hair softly, pulling a moan from his lips, "Stupid boy, stupid battling. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Anakin repeatedly mindlessly as he came back to your lips.

Your lips met once more, and it was as if you were finally breathing the freshest air that the Maker could provide. Both of you knew that this argument wouldn't be able to disappear, that it would have to be readdressed soon. But at that exact moment, neither of you had any mind to change your current situation. The tension was still high from your argument, and you were determined to kiss it out.

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[daddyhausen]

Babes babes babes!!! Since we gonna see daddy Wardlow manhandle someone tonight, can i ask for his version of the nsfw alphabet? 😩🥴🥵

yes yes ! of course !! wardaddy deserves all the love !!

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• nsfw alphabet — wardlow •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { wardlow masterlist }

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{ warnings } — smut, 18 + { minors do not interact }

{ word count } — 1k

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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a — aftercare — { what theyre like after sex }

he’s a big gentle giant! he’s so careful with you after the fact, knowing that you’d probably be sore. he’d most likely give you a massage, if you were in the mood for it. if you expect him to be clingy, he loves to cuddles you!

b — body part — { their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s }

on him it would most likely be his abdomen or his thighs, he loves watching you ride them, there have been many nights where you’d ride either or both!

c — cum — { anything to do with cum }

creampies are a must for him, nothing get him off more than the sight of you cunt dripping with his seed. he also loves cumming in your mouth, but not as often.

d — dirty secret — { pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs }

he’d never admit how much he jerked off to you before the both of you started dating. it was a constant thing, pretty much every time he saw you, he needed to go rub one out in the bathroom.

e — experience — { how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? }

he’s been with a few women, but that does not discredit his sexual experience, through the grape vine you’d heard he was pretty much a sex god!

f — favourite position — { this goes without saying }

he’s a man of simple pleasures, missionary with your legs upon his shoulders. he enjoys the sight of watching you unravel underneath him.

g — goofy — { are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc }

seriousness during sex depends on his mood, he’s normally straightforward, clear with his intentions. he’s more likely to crack a joke after the fact.

h — hair — { how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc }

i could see him being clean shaven.

i — intimacy — { how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect }

expect pleanty of kisses, this man will praise you until his dying breath! he loves seeing the way you go all shy when he does it

j — jerk off — { masturbation headcannon }

it was a more common occurrence before you started dating, he’s toned it down since then but he still very much enjoys it when you’re not with him.

k — kink — { one or more of their kinks }

size kink, daddy kink + breeding kink are his top three.

l — location — { favourtie places to have sex }

he prefers privacy over anything, so most likely at home or a hotel room. within the house he loves fucking in the shower, he loves holding you up and absolutely ruining you.

m — motivation — { what turns them on? }

everything about you is a huge turn on for him. he had noticed that whenever you were in the mood, your eyes would glimmer differently, your stare fixated on him, movements tweaked to be the slightest more sensual. it drives him crazy

n — no — { something they would not do, turn offs }

not a big fan of exhibitionism/voyeurism. cnc is a big no for him!

o — oral — { preference in giving or recieving, skill etc }

he’s a bit of both, i guess you could say he strays a bit more to receiving but that’s not going to stop him from burying his head between your thighs.

p — pace — { are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc }

he’ll be slow with you for the most part. he enjoys watching you slowly unravel, the slightest things such as your moans increasing in loudness, or the way you hips would swirl quicker. he adored it.

q — quickies — { their opinions on quickies, how often ect }

he dosen’t care much for them. it’s mostly you who initiates them, if you needed a quick fuck before a match, he was there to provide

r — risk — { are they game to experiment? do they take risks? }

he likes to do things he is comfortable with in the most part, he dosen’t not like change often when it comes to sex, but he’ll start of slow, for example, maybe cuffs at first, then slowly transitioning to ropes and other restrains if he so desires.

s — stamina — { how many rounds can they go for? how often }

since he prefers to go slow with you, expect three rounds at the very least. man has stamina for days so expect to go all night !

t — toys — { do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? }

he dosen’t use them very often, he mostly uses them on you, if you decided to tease him to much that day he has no problem ruining you with a vibrator

u — unfair — { how much they like to tease }

he is a big tease! expect to be left horny for hours on end, especially when he has a busy day at work. it’s more fun that way

v — volume — { how loud are they, what noise they make }

he’s loud! expect every type of noise from him. he wants to you know how good you make him feel!

w — wildcard — { random headcannon }

“little one…god…if you keep riding me like that i’m not gonna last” he growled into your shoulder, hips slamming upward to meet yours in a flurry of slow, violent thrusts.

his brow slick with sweat, an hour at most you’d been atop him, slowly bouncing, drawing out his orgasm, inch by inch, thrust by thrust

“but you feel so good, daddy…” you whimpered through shaky breaths, your own orgasm nearly reaching its peak, feeling your legs start to give way despite your seated position

“you’re so close little one…i can feel it…” the pulse around his cock was one that he enjoyed, you sweet cunt clenching, squeezing his size, the sensation only increasing with the seconds that ticked by.

“thats it babygirl, be good and let daddy fill your pussy up”

x — x-ray — { lets see whats under those clothes/their size }

at minimum id say he’s eight inches, minimal veins but he'd be thick!

y — yearning — { how high is their sex drive? }

he can suppress his sex drive for weeks at a time, he would not be able to control himself when he becomes really desperate.

z — zzz — { how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards }

he’d be wide awake after the fact, more or less because of the the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. he likes watching you fall asleep in his arms, curling up against his chest.

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