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The Morning After *Alfie Solomons x Reader x Tommy Shelby*

Warnings: filthy smut. daddy kink, double penetration, masturbation

A/N: This is set the morning after the first part. It’s a bit OOC, I’m sorry!!

Requests are open and feedback is appreciated!

THIS IS PART 2 OF BAD BEHAVIOR

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Sleep was easy to come by after what your boys had put you through last night, or more accurately, what you’d brought upon yourself. You’d pressed Tommy’s buttons one too many times, and he’d given you a thorough punishment.

Just remembering being bent over his knee sends a rush of heat through you. You smile faintly at the thought of the marks Tommy’s belt undoubtedly left.

You shift more onto your side subconsciously, hoping to get relief from the phantom sting you feel at the memory. You’d ended up on your side, leaning onto Alfie who was on his back. Your leg is over his thigh, and you’re reminded they fell asleep naked. Behind you, Tommy is pressed close against your back.

You close your eyes again, not quite ready to get up. Your mind drifts to the events of last night, recalling the best parts in an out-of-order sequence: teasing Tommy, the sound of the belt hitting your ass, Alfie eating you out like a starving man, both men fucking you until you’re spent and too blissed out to move.

Before you even realize it, your hand is running down your stomach, squeezing your thigh and back up to cup your breast. You freeze, moving your hand away as you realize what you’re doing.

A warning from Tommy echoes in your head, from months ago when he caught you in the bath with three fingers in your cunt, chasing an orgasm. He tsked at you and asked who you belonged to. You’d responded, “I belong to you, Tommy,” without a second thought. The corners of his lips turned up despite being wrapped around a cigarette, “Good. Don’t touch Daddy’s property without his permission.” He’d kissed your nose after you nodded, and helped you rinse the shampoo out of your hair that you’d forgotten about.

Want was pooling in your stomach, urging you to seek release. Tommy and Alfie showed no signs of waking up anytime soon, but you couldn’t wait. Thinking it through quickly, you reason they’d be more angry if you wake them up than if you simply got some relief yourself.

Your hand slides over your breast, pinching the nipple to a peak. Alfie snores loudly in front of you, and you know he’ll be out for a while. Behind you, Tommy’s breath is heavy and warm on your shoulder. As long as you stay quiet, they’ll never even know what you did, right?

Your fingers trail down your chest and stomach to your mound as you pause again. Your heart speeds up as you realize how close Tommy and Alfie are to you, and you’re going to be pleasuring yourself. Your leg is thrown over Alfie’s, giving you easy access to your core.

You gather up the wetness at your entrance and tentatively press your fingers against your clit. You picture Alfie’s head between your legs like last night, his beard scratching your thighs in the most delicious way. You gasp softly as you begin to circle your clit, imagining Alfie’s rough hands on your hips. Your breathing quickens as you recall his soft lips sucking on your clit. You imagine your fingers are his as you slowly push them into your pussy. You bite your lip, imagining the way his thick fingers stretch you out, easily able to hit your g-spot. The way his rings bump against you when he’s fingerfucking you ruthlessly.

You draw in a shaky inhale, need pulsing at your core and pleasure turning your stomach to butterflies. Tommy shifts behind you, his arm get draped over your side. You freeze, fingers stilling inside yourself. After a tense minute his breaths become deeper, assuring you sleep lured him back in.

You long to grind back against him, wake him up and let him have his way with you. Instead, you draw your fingers out and push them back in slowly, whimpering softly. You imagine Tommy lifting your leg up, thrusting into you deeply, his voice still raspy with sleep as he tells you what a good little slut you are for him.

You moan as you fuck yourself with three fingers now. Your other hand comes to your mouth quickly, reminding you to keep quiet. The wet sounds your pussy makes fills the room, the only sound other than the breaths of three people.

You grind against your palm, hoping to get some friction on your clit. You circle your hips against your palm as you groan, the divine feeling sends warmth through your veins.

Your orgasm is starting to feel attainable as you resume thinking of your fantasies. Your teeth dig into your lip as you desperately try not to let any noises out.

Tommy’s arms on your side shifts, reaching his hand down to yours and stopping it from moving. You flinch, so far into your fantasies you didn’t register him waking up. You freeze, hoping he’ll somehow ignore what’s going on.

His breath is hot on your back as he asks quietly, “What do you think you’re doing, princess?” He pulls on your hand, making you remove your fingers. You whine at the loss as you turn onto your back, avoiding his eyes.

“Answer when spoken to.”

“I was touching myself. I didn’t want to wa-“

He grips your chin between his thumb and index finger, “I didn’t ask for you to give me an excuse. Didn’t I tell you not to touch Daddy’s things without asking?”

You nod, not able to make eye contact. His grip tightens. “Look at me,” he orders. Reluctantly you do, trying your best to look innocent and apologetic.

“Didn’t you fucking learn last night to not misbehave? It’s almost like you’re asking to be punished,” he says with a frown.

You squirm out from the harsh grip he has on your chin. Tommy debates his next move, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Finish what you were doing.”

You swear you didn’t hear him right. Was he letting you-? “Go on.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Don’t be thanking me. That’s the last orgasm you’ll be having for a long time. Make it a good one.”

His words sink in. You pout, making a sad face at him that you hope will change his mind. “Well, get back to it,” he says, pinching your nipple. Your turn back onto your side in a small act of defiance, facing away from him.

You close your eyes as you resume your motions. It doesn’t take long to reach where you were before. Tommy turns onto his side, hardening cock pressing against your backside.

“Get yourself nice and wet, sweet girl. Daddy’s not going easy on you today.” His words send a shiver down your spine.

He squeezes your ass, and a low moan tumbles past your lips. Your ass is too sore to lay on, let alone be grabbed.

Tommy leans up on his elbow and pushes the blankets away to watch the way you’re fucking yourself. The pressure in your core is building, begging to be released.

You cum with a loud moan, determined not to say Tommy’s name and give him the satisfaction. Tommy gives your sore ass a hard spank, and you shriek at the unexpected pain. Alfie wakes up at the sound, exclaiming, “What the ‘ell?!”

He’s barely awake as he rubs his eyes. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

“I woke up to our dearest grinding against my cock, fingers stuffed in her cunt,” Tommy says.

“Did you hit ‘er?” Alfie asks, angry, since the only thing he heard was your scream. He looks at you, eyes raking over your body in worry.

“I only gave her a reminder of her punishment last night, since she’s so determined to keep getting them.”

Alfie grunts, running a hand over his face and messy hair. “Dove, why are ya so misbehaved lately?”

You shrug. “I woke up wanting you but neither of you were awake.”

“She just had the last orgasm she’ll be having for a week, alright Alfie,” Tommy tells him. Tommy knows Alfie has a tendency to give in to you, especially if you convince him Tommy’s punishments are too harsh.

“I s’pose,” Alfie confirms, closing his eyes again. He’s likely to fall back asleep and forget this conversation ever happened. “Wish I wasn’t woken by screamin’ in me ear, though.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, thinking it’s what he wants to hear. Alfie doesn’t open his eyes, just reaches for your hand to give it a squeeze.

“It’s alright, litttle ‘un.” He pulls your entwined hands forward, guiding yours to his cock. Your eyes widen a bit when you feel he’s erect and precum is leaking from his tip.

Alfie chuckles, “It won’t bite ya, dove, right” He guides your hand around his cock, urging you to stroke his length.

Your hand wraps around his girthy cock, your dainty fingers barely able to wrap around it. You stroke him a few times, watching the way his lips part and he exhales deeply.

Your thumb glides over his red and leaking tip, smearing the clear precum. Alfie watches with a rapt attentiveness. You press a chaste kiss to the head of his cock. The action is so innocent, yet in this context it’s sinful. The contrast makes a blush spread across your cheekbones.

“C’mon, princess. Don’t make Daddy wait, yeah?” His hand is on the back of your neck, pushing you closer by the inch. Obediently, you open your mouth, letting his dick hit the back of your throat.

Alfie’s hand on your head doesn’t force you down further (but Tommy would, he likes the sounds you make when you choke, he’s said). Your hand rests at the base as you suck him off, stroking the last bit you can’t quite fit in your mouth.

Tommy’s been silent and unheard from for a while, which is unusual. It usually means he’s skulking or planning something mischievous.

Your thoughts are answered when you feel his hand on your hip, dragging you up so you’re on your hands and knees. “Spit,” Tommy commands, cupping his hand in front of your face. You spit into his palm, and he uses it to lubricate his cock.

He teases the tip of his dick through your folds, and you moan around Alfie’s cock. Alfie groans at the vibration, tugging on your hair in ecstasy.

Tommy gives you no warning as he plunges into you and your mouth gapes open, completely forgetting you’re supposed to be pleasuring Alfie.

Tommy leans over you, pulling your hair back so your ear is near his mouth. “Get on top of Alfie, princess.”

Tommy pulls out and you straddle Alfie, sinking down onto his cock. “Forward,” Tommy tells you, pushing your back down so you’re almost laying on Alfie.

You’re a bit lost on what’s going on until Tommy is pressed against you again, and you realize with a spike of panic- oh. There’s no way they’re both going to fit- you worry.

“Relax, dove,” Alfie soothes, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Tommy boy’s going to be gentle, won’t ya Tommy?”

Tommy grunts in response. It feels like Alfie’s already stretching you out, how could Tommy possibly fit, too? Tommy pushes in slowly, and you feel every centimeter of it. It feels almost as painful as when you lost your virginity.

You grip onto Alfie’s hand, almost making him lose circulation by the time they’re both fully sheathed inside you. You let out a pained whimper, leaning your head on Alfie’s shoulder.

“Be a brave girl and take your punishment well,” Tommy reminds you.

“Yes, Daddy,” you manage to say.

“Can we move now, pet?” Alfie asks. You nod- now the stinging sensation is gone and you just feel full, stretched out as much as you can take.

Once they both begin to move, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Tommy has a better angle so he’s moving at a quicker and deeper pace than Alfie is, and the two separate rhythms feel like heaven. They’re both hitting different spots inside you get they both feel amazing.

“Does daddys’ little slut like having her cunt stuffed?” Tommy grits out.

“Yes! Oh god, yes,” you moan. You can tell this is a new sensation for the boys too, by the way Tommy is roughly gripping your hips and Alfie’s eyes are squeezed shut.

Alfie’s large hands squeeze your breasts, toying and pinching the nipples. You’re moaning at every thrust almost, unable to cope with the pure pleasure you feel.

Before long Alfie’s cock starts to twitch, signaling his impending release. He guns inside you first, then Tommy is next a minute later.

“Please let me cum,” you beg to either of the men as Tommy pulls out of you.

“No,” is all Tommy says, a strict tone to his voice.

Alfie slides out from under you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“Alfie, please.” All you need is a few touches to your clit, you’re so close and it’s killing you.

Tommy chimes in, “You won’t be cumming for another week, little one. And that’s not going to change no matter how much you beg.”

You pout at him, feeling unsatisfied as both their cum drips out of you and onto the sheets. It’s going to be a long week...

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I’m not the anon who requested the Alfie fic but can you make it so the reader is a virgin? Or make a different fic if that’s okay with you. If not I totally get it, thank you :)

I’d be down to write this. Thanks for the request!!

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Love you writing! Please can you do a smut with Alfie Solomon/Reader? A filthy one if possible lol and have a nice day!

Sure! Anything specific you (or anyone else) would want in it? Pretty much nothing is off limits for me haha

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OMG BAD BEHAVIOR HAS MY POSSI SHOOK!!!! Can we get a part 2? I loved it so much

aw thanks!!! for sure, anything in particular you want in it?

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Bad Behavior *Alfie Solomons x Reader x Tommy Shelby*

A/N: I used prompts from this list :) Requests are open and feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: filthy smut

Word Count: 3,100

PART TWO HERE

“Don’t give me that look,” Alfie warns, purposefully avoiding the pleading look your doe eyes are directing at him.

You pout, still trying to get his attention, hoping to persuade him to your side. Behind you, the front door slams shut. You jump at the sharp noise, too scared to turn back to look at Tommy.

Tommy’s hand grips your shoulder, nails digging in painfully. He steers you forward, ordering, “Bedroom. Now.” His voice is low and commanding, and not only does it send a rush of fear through your veins, but arousal.

Alfie busies himself with putting his shoes by the indoor mat, not looking at either of you as you pass. He doesn’t want to get caught in the middle of an argument.

It all started at dinner. Your loving boyfriends wanted to take their favorite girl out for a fancy, romantic meal. You’d been teasing them all night. Alfie hadn’t been too bothered by it, but Tommy got fed up with your antics rather quickly. He’d been warning you all night, “Best behave, little one. You don’t want to see me angry.” At one point he’d threatened, “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” And that’s exactly what he was in the process of doing.

Alfie was a more lenient dominant, he knew you had a tendency to misbehave and talk back. He actually liked it a little when you were bratty. But Tommy- that man had no patience when you didn’t listen.

On the drive home you’d pushed your luck further, perhaps too far. You’d tried to slip your hand into Tommy’s pants. With a stern glare all he said was, “Now you’re in trouble.” The serious and cold tone of his voice made you rethink your actions, wondering if you had went too far.

Thinking back on it, you probably had. Tommy calmly takes off his suit jacket, carefully putting it over the back of your vanity chair. He slowly unties his dress shoes, brushing a spot of dust off. You stand mute by the bed, waiting for an order, command, reprimand, anything but the silence that’s a thousand times louder than words.

“You’re awfully quiet now, aren’t you?” Tommy asks. You don’t answer, hoping it’s a rhetorical question. “Alfie and I are going to have a chat about what to do with you, hm. Then you’re going to accept your punishment and enjoy it.”

You purse your lips at the thought of it. You fumble with your bracelet, a lovely and delicate chain that Tommy gave to you on your birthday. Your face flushes with shame at the feeling of making him angry.

He leaves the room, not acknowledging you again. You wait impatiently while the men talk, wondering anxiously what the verdict will be. Soon (but feeling like an eternity later) they return.

“Ol’ Tommy is disappointed in your behavior tonight, pet,” Alfie tells you. “He’s decided you need to be taught a lesson.”

“20 spanks with my belt, darling. Strip and get over my knee,” Tommy says.

You let out a sigh. Nothing too bad. You pull your dress off quickly, your boys watching every movement you make. Next to come off are your undergarments. You’re not new to being intimate with either of them, but you still shy away from their blatant stares at your body. Tommy unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up, the simple action sends a pulse of heat straight to your core.

You position yourself across Tommy’s lap. The moments move slowly by, each one feeling like it lasts years as you press your thighs together in anticipation.

The belt collides with your ass harshly. You flinch at the impact. The next four are in quick succession, giving you no time to recover from the previous.

Five more and your fingers are digging into the bedsheet, gripping so hard your knuckles are white. You whimper at each one, biting your lip until it bleeds to keep the sound from coming out. You know it’ll only anger Tommy more.

Your forehead presses into the mattress, needing to relax the muscles the were tensing up at every strike. Tommy huffs, grabbing your hair and yanking your face from the sheets, “Up.”

11 through 15 bring tears to your eyes, spilling down your cheeks and ruining your makeup. You sniffle, still trying to stay as silent as possible. “What do we say?” Tommy asks.

“T-thank you, sir,” you grit out.

“Count down the last five for me,” he requests.

You nod, panting from pain and pleasure. The belt smacks down against your sore ass. “Five.”

You’d be stupid to hope you won’t be sore in the morning. It’ll hurt to sit normally for days you suspect. “Four.”

The sound of the belt hitting your skin wouldn normally be arousing, but you’re in too much pain to focus on it. All you can focus on is the tingling skin on your backside, squirming to get some relief. “Three.”

The pain feels unbearable, all you can think of is the remaining two spanks and then it’s over. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing time to speed up. “Two.”

Tommy shifts you on his lap, and your legs spread open wider with the movement. The belt collides with the sensitive place between your legs. A shriek flies out of your mouth, no matter how hard you were trying to stay quiet before. You writhe in Tommy’s lap, trying to move away from him. His hand massages over your bruised ass in a soothing manner, a sharp contrast to how rough he just was.

A sob spills past your lips at the tingling sensation on your bottom. “I didn’t hear a ‘one,’ do I need to start over?”

“No! No, no no. Tommy please!” Your heart speeds up at the thought of another 20 spanks of torture.

“Oi,” Alfie cuts in from across the room, where he’s reclining in the vanity chair. “Give the girl a break, right, she’s had enough to learn her lesson.”

You raise your head enough to look into Alfie’s eyes, silently thanking him. All you can do is try to catch your breath, praying your punishment is over.

Tommy gets up, gently moving your body all the way onto the bed. It’s almost like he was never mad in the first place.

The mattress dips as Alfie sits next to you, stroking your hair lovingly. His thumb swipes the tears off your cheeks. “You did great, dove. C’mon, sit on daddy’s lap.”

You maneuver yourself up carefully. Instead of sitting on his lap you straddle his thigh. If you have to sit down you’d probably end up crying.

Alfie presses featherlight kisses all over your face, smiling when his beard tickles you. Nothing makes you happier than seeing his eyes light up.

Finally Alfie’s lips meet yours. It’s like a stormy sea meeting the cliffs. Giving and taking until a rhythm is found.

You press closer to him, his arm around your waist and his hand on your neck. Your hands rest on both sides of his face, affection radiating from your touch.

Without realizing, you grind down onto his thigh, desperately trying to get some friction. “Tommy did quite a number on you, didn’t he, babygirl?”

You look at him, confused. Alfie smirks and glances down at his leg. You follow his gaze, noting the wet patch you’ve made on his pants.

“Who knew pain gets your pretty little cunt so wet,” he drawls, pinching your nipple to a peak. You moan softly as he nuzzles your neck, sucking and biting the soft skin.

Your hips press down so you’re rutting against his leg again, the delicious friction from his rough pants going straight to your clit. “Take it easy, pet.” Alfie’s hand on your hip stills your movement. “You know how Tommy feels about starting without him.”

Your attention is brought back to your aching ass. You’re exasperated with Tommy’s rules. “I’m tired of listening to him,” you admit quietly.

Alfie chuckles in your ear as his fingers trail up your back. “Best keep those thoughts to yourself, now, right. Wouldn’t want another spanking.”

You scowl at the thought. In an act of defiance you circle your hips, resuming what you were doing before. The heat coiling deep inside you is making you more needy than ever, if someone isn’t fucking you soon you’re going to lose your patience.

Your hand reaches down to palm Alfie’s cock. You’re pleased to find he’s almost fully hard. “Do you like watching me get punished, daddy?” You ask in a sultry tone, teeth pulling on his earlobe.

“‘Course. Hard to resist when your little ass is stuck in the air, innit, turning seven shades of red as you whimper and cry out in Tommy’s lap.”

“I see you started without me,” Tommy notices. He came out of the en-suite bathroom, with significantly less clothes on. Your eyes take in his physique, wondering how he can look so godlike.

“I couldn’t resist,” Alfie informs him.

“You never can,” Tommy says with a small smile.

Alfie tosses his shirt off and lays back on the bed, pulling on your hips insistently. “Well, hurry up, pet. I’m a starving man, right, and I don’t feel like waiting much longer.”

Your cheeks tinge pink as you crawl up his bofy, your center hover over his face. Alfie uses a few fingers to spread your lips apart, then looks up at you. “Would ya look at that, Tom, she’s fuckin’ soaked. This pink li’l pussy is just beggin’ to be fucked.”

You let out a whimper at his filthy words. Alfie, ever the teaser, starts slowly. He takes his time kissing up the inside of your thighs, fingers tracing softly over your mound, then your lower lips.

You all but scream when he finally puts his mouth on you. He presses kisses all over your cunt before darting his tongue out, licking through your folds.

His tongue laps over your entrance, eagerly tasing your arousal. He hums his approval, sending a bolt of electricity through you. “Mm, tastes like fuckin’ candy.”

He makes his way up to your clit, circling quickly. You gasp, a hand tugging on his hair. His arms are locked around your thighs, holding you to him. He wouldn’t have let you go, as if you’d even want to.

“Ah- Alfie!” You cry when he harshly sucks on your clit. His beard feels so nice as it scratches up your delicate skin. It’s a nice contrast to the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

Tommy makes his way onto the bed, fully naked now. He gets on his knees in front of you, pulling you close to him to share a passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as Alfie works wonders with his tongue.

Tommy pulls back, lips swollen and eyes hooded. “I want to see your mouth on my cock, sweetheart.”

You lean forward so you can reach it easier. You kiss your way down his stomach, nails scratching teasingly. Your kisses trail to the base of his dick, then you chastely kiss the tip. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips, looking up at Tommy. He nods encouragingly. You can’t help but take a second to admire his cock. Every time you see it it takes your breath away, like it was sculpted in marble.

You lick a stripe up the side, leaving Tommy sighing at the contact. He groans, a sound deep in his chest, when you finally take him into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head, enjoying the unholy sounds Tommy is making due to you.

Below you, Alfie inserts two fingers into you. He curls his fingers the way he knows will leave you dripping and panting. He fingerfucks you ruthlessly, and the sinful sounds echo throughout the room.

“Fuck,” Tommy groans out at the noises. “Is Alfie treating you well, doll?”

All you can do is moan an affirmative, the sound sending virbrations up Tommy’s cock and straight to his balls.

“I know you can be louder than that, pet,” Alfie coaxes. He confirms his statement by sucking your clit between his lips. You moan loudly this time, not holding anything back.

Tommy’s hand fists in your hair, pulling you further toward him. You relax your throat, going so deep your nose brushes against the hair at the base. After a minute it’s too much and you pull away sputtering and coughing.

You can feel your saliva dribbling down your face and onto your tits, and taste the precum on your tongue. Tommy takes your chin in his hand, thumb swiping at the precum on your chin. He pushes the digit into your mouth, eyes closing when you suck gently.

“Open your mouth and don’t close it,” he commands.

You nod, doe eyes looking up at your boyfriend. His hands rest on the back of your head as he uses your mouth roughly. He’s fucking your face and there’s nothing you can do but keep your mouth open.

“You look so gorgeous with a cock in your mouth,” he grits out. “It’s like you were made to be our little slut.”

Alfie chuckles, thumb rapidly rubbing your clit. You grip his hair none too gently, and he knows you’re close. Tommy notices and warns, “Don’t you dare cum unless you’re told.”

“She’s pretty close, Tom,” Alfie interjects. Your thighs are shaking on either side of his face, all your muscles tightening with the need for release. “Fuckin’ clenching around my fingers an’ shakin.’”

Tommy pulls away, leaving you panting and trying to catch your breath. You brush your hair out of your eyes, pleading, “Please, sir. Let me cum. Please, I won’t be bad ever again.”

“Cum,” is all Tommy says. At the confirmation you let all your inhibitions go.

Pleasure courses through you so sharp and white-hot that you have to hold on to Tommy to stay upright. Alfie works you through it, slowing his pace but continuing his ministrations until you get every second of satisfaction from your orgasm. You shiver as he licks up every drop of your wetness, brushing over your sensitive clit.

Alfie maneuvers out from under you. He takes the place in front of you while Tommy gets behind you, pulling your hips up so you’re on your hands and knees.

Tommy presses into you easily, moaning lowly when he’s fully sheathed. He starts a relentless pace, your breaths both deep and labored.

Alfie strokes his hand over your cheek, coaxing you to open your mouth for him. You notice how damp his beard is, it’s practically glistening in the low light of your bedroom.

You work your mouth on him the same way you did for Tommy, but switching it up a bit to include things that you know make him weak in the knees. Like fondling his balls. Tommy likes it too, but whenever you kiss or palm Alfie’s balls he lets out the sweetest sounds.

All you can hear is skin hitting skin, and the way you’re sucking on Alfie’s cock. Three sets of strained breathing and the blasphemous noises of what feels like a divine act. If you were told you were going to die soon, this is the way you’d want to go out.

Tommy’s hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him with each thrust. Every time it pushes you further towards Alfie, making his cock go further down your throat.

After what feels like seconds and hours at the same time, Tommy’s hips stutter, silently announcing his impending orgasm. He thrusts deeply into you one last time before his hips still, cock twitching in you as his warm cum fills you up.

When he pulls out slowly, you feel his essence drip down your leg. “Didn’t last that long, Tommy boy,” Alfie teases.

“Yeah, well, what can I say, her cunt’s divine.” Tommy runs a hand over your hair as he passes by to get cleaned up.

“Doin’ alright, pet?” Alfie questions.

“Amazing,” you tell him with a blissed out smile on your face.

He leans back against the headboard, letting you climb into his lap. As you sink onto his cock he lets out a sigh. You’ll never get over how amazing your boys feel when they’re inside you. Both so different yet you fit together perfectly. Where Tommy is more long and slender, Alfie’s cock is a bit shorter yet thicker. It stretches you out all over again every time he fucks you, like he’s never taken you before.

You bounce on top of him shamelessly, palms pressing into his chest. He gropes your breasts, toying with the nipples until they turn a deeper color. The kiss you share is filled with ardor, and you taste yourself on his tongue.

Alfie’s heels dig into the bed, and he begins thrusting up into you at a quick pace. His balls smack against your ass and you try not to smile at the sound and the determined look on his face.

Before long Alfie’s asking, “Where ya want me to cum, dove?”

Without hesitation you say, “Inside me.”

He smirks at you, “What a filthy little girl you are.” He cums as you’re kissing. Alfie rolls you over, still inside you, to press kisses to your neck and take a nipple into his mouth.

When he pulls out you feel too empty, your walls clenching around nothing. “Get a towel, Thomas?” Alfie calls out.

Tommy brings one, damp with warm water to clean you up. He admires the sight of you before he does, their mixed cum being pushed out of your pussy, down your thighs and onto the sheets. If he hadn’t already came, that vision would’ve done it.

With a soothing gentleness Tommy cleans you up. He grabs the first shirt he sees (one of Alfie’s) and helps you into it. You’re starting to feel the tug of sleep, so you lean back against the pillows as Tommy pulls the stained sheet off the bed.

Tommy crawls up next to you, pulling you into his arms. Your skin is flushed and a bit sticky with sweat, but he doesn’t care. “I’m sorry about earlier,” you say.

He placed a loving kiss to your forehead, “It’s alright, sweetheart.” His fingers trace up your arms. After a few moments Alfie joins you. You fall asleep between your boys, content and in love.

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The Plan *Rip Hunter x Reader*

A/N: requests are open for many fandoms

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You hadn’t been aboard the Waverider for long, but there was one thing you were certain of: You wanted Rip Hunter. You didn’t know how you would do it, or when, but hopefully soon you’d wind up in his bed.

Since you’d assured yourself of your plan, you’d tried many things to help Rip get the hint. You’d try to spend as much time with him as possible, wear intriguing outfits, make suggestive remarks. No matter what you did, he just didn’t seem to understand what you were trying to do.

Not long after your intentions were set, you decided you couldn’t take it any longer. If Rip wasn’t getting your hints, you’d have to make him. So that night you made your way to his room, and bravely knocked on the door.

Almost immediately you were unsure of your decision. Was this really necessary? Maybe he already knew what you wanted but just wasn’t interested in you. Or maybe-

“(Y/N?)” Rip asks, confused as to what you’d need now. He’d been about to go to bed, at a reasonable hour for once in his life.

You look up and meet his eyes, and decide now is not the time to back out. You inhale sharply as your heart speeds up, somehow knowing what you’re going to do before you execute it.

Without a second thought you lean forward, kissing him shamelessly. He jerks back in surprise a bit, but once he realizes what’s going on he reacts to your kiss.

He pulls you forward into his room, blindly reaching to shut the door. You’re pressed so close that you stumble a bit as he leads you further back.

He breaks away, not from uninterest but from confusion. “What brought this on?”

“I’ve been trying to do that for weeks,” you admit, wondering if you came on too strong. You brush your hair back from your face unconsciously.

“Well love, you should have done it then,” he tells you, placing his hands on the sides of your face and closing the distance between you two once again.

He pushes you backward, and you fall unceremoniously onto his bed. You smile to yourself at your accomplishment, even though it took a while.

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imagine meeting Scott Lang’s daughter for the first time?

•You’d been nervous to meet Cassie, maybe even more than she was to meet you. You were worried she wouldn’t like you, and you didn’t want that to happen. You knew Cassie was the most important person to Scott, and you wanted her to like you.

•Scott let you plan the afternoon. You decided getting ice cream and going to the park would be fun, right? (Not that you were buying her over with ice cream, but you were hoping it helped.)

•Despite the nerves, you were so excited to meet her. Scott talked about her all the time, and you’d seen a bunch of pictures. She’s adorable.

•When Scott and Cassie showed up, you gave Scott your usual quick kiss in greeting. She groaned “Eww,” jokingly. You smiled down at her, easily seeing the resemblance to her father. “Hi Cassie, I’m (Y/N).”“How long have you been dating my daddy?” She asks. You laugh, she’s straight to the point.“About six months.”After that you get your ice cream (“Anywhere but Baskin-Robbins,” Scott begged), and the questions didn’t stop. Most were more random, but you didn’t mind.

•Cassie liked spending time with you a lot, and at the end of the afternoon she wanted to know if you could have a tea party together next time she saw you. You happily agreed.

•Later that night when you were in bed with Scott he asked how you liked meeting Cassie. You told him the truth, she’s a smart, cute kid that had an amazing dad and you were looking forward to seeing her again. Scott smiled and kissed your forehead, happy that his two favorite girls got along.

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Headcanon Masterlist

Updated: 7-18-18

Key: ♢ is fandom, * is smut

♢Marvel♢

-Steve Rogers-

Dating Steve

-Scott Lang-

Meeting Cassie

♢12 Monkeys♢

-Theodore Deacon-

Sex Headcanons

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Fic Masterlist

Updated: 7-18-18 Key: ♢ is fandom, * is smut

♢Preacher♢

-Jesse Custer-

Presentiment

♢The Mortal Instruments♢

-Luke Garroway-

Summer Nights*

♢Legends of Tomorrow♢

-Rip Hunter-

Just Tipsy

-Ray Palmer-

Height Difference

♢Peaky Blinders♢

-Alfie Solomons-

Beard Burn

♢The Flash♢

-Harrison Wells-

The Red Sea

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Presentiment *Jesse Custer x Reader*

A/N: this takes place the night Jesse is searching the jazz clubs for info about God

•Feedback is always appreciated and my requests are open!

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The strong, distinctive tune of a jazz song fills the air, even from outside the jazz club. It’s all Jesse’s been hearing the whole night, he’s grown familiar with the music. Taking a drag of his cig, he watches a couple stumble down the street. The girl stumbles but catches herself, taking care not to spill the alcohol in her obnoxious flamingo cup.

Jesse runs a hand through his hair. He didn’t think the hunt for God would be easy, but damn, couldn’t it be going better? So far he’s got nothing to go on. With a sigh he flicks his spent cigarette, on the way to the next club.

The streets are alive with the night crowd, even though it’s barely dusk. He watches them, wondering if there’s anyone that’s noticed God’s disappearance.

Jesse’s walked a block or two when a sign catches his eye. In neon lettering it reads: Psychic, tarot, palmistry. What draws him in is the description below it: Get answers from a higher power.

He stops for moment, considering. He doesn’t expect much, but at this point he has nothing to lose. Asking one more person if they know anything about God’s whereabouts could be helpful.

Jesse enters the small shop (and it is a shop, littered with tools and paraphernalia of the occult) and the bell above the door jingles. He wanders for a minute, looking at the items on display. The scent of patchouli incense is strong enough to choke on. Spiritual music plays lowly in the background. A fountain with a dragon on top bubbles by the window.

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When you hear someone come into your shop you make your way into the front. You see a single person, eyeing the crystal displays. “Hello,” you greet.

The man jumps and turns around. You see he’s a preacher (or simply dressed as one- people in the city can be strange). You’re just grateful it’s not a drunk tourist looking to see shrunken heads and dark voodoo secrets. Either way, he’s handsome and has a mysterious aura around him.

He smiles crookedly, “Hey. I’m looking for some information.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Readings are $20. I’ll answer any questions you’ve got.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know if it’s anything you’ll know of- oh, hell.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls $20 from his wallet.

You take it from him, “C’mon, I’ve got some chairs in the back.” You lead him to the back room.

It’s mostly decorated for show, big crystal ball on a round table, mystical tapestries and small lights strung about. Normal people can be amazed by the promise of the unknown, and it’s a tactic that helps you pay the bills.

The man doesn’t seem intrigued by the set up. He just pulls out a chair and takes a seat at the table. “I’m looking for God,” he announces.

“A lot of people seem to be.”

He chuckles, “Do you know where he is?” This time he asks seriously, looking at you with his deep brown eyes, an intensity in them.

You shake your head. “Preacher, I’m probably the last person to know where God is.”

He frowns, “But the ‘higher powers.’”

You smile. “There’s higher powers besides God.” You have your methods, more often than not backed by sinister energies.

He stands up, pushing his chair back abruptly. “Thanks, anyway, for the, uh- talk.”

“Wait. Don’t you want to finish the reading? Or start it?”

“I’m not one for that kind of thing. No offense of course, I just don’t care much for spiritism.” He has a far off look in his eye, and you wonder what he’s thinking of.

“Stay for a minute. Let me read your palm or something,” you offer. You almost feel bad for taking his money with nothing in return.

He locks eyes with you. Slowly he sits again, holding his hand out on the table. You take it in your own, noticing the calluses and long fingers. Briefly you wonder what it would feel like against you skin, roaming your body.

“Am I gonna die soon or something?” He questions with a chuckle. You blush, looking up at him and pushing the thought from your mind.

“No, I, ah-“ You trail off, not able to think of an excuse. “Are you a Leo?”

“I think so. Why?”

“Well, you’ve got a hand that’s the element of fire. Prominent lines and radiating extra warmth, plus you seem like a risk taker,” you explain.

“Predict my future next?” He jokes.

You put on a fake accent. “I see much fortune. A great opportunity. A woman... doing something daring.”

He looks up at you, and the light from the window falls on his face. The orange of the golden hour sunset, lightened by your lace curtains. You lean across the small table, pressing your lips to his softly.

He reciprocates, hands coming up to cup your face. You were right. His hands feel nice on your skin. He pulls away first, standing up again.

“I ought to be going.”

You nod, walking him out to the front of the shop. “I hope you find God.”

“I appreciate it,” he says with a charming smile, and you wish you had the courage to ask him to stay.

“Preacher-“ You say as he turns to go. “Be careful. Something big is coming, something that won’t be good for you,” you say seriously. “Watch out who you get close to- there’s going to be a divide between you.”

He nods solemnly, sparing one final glance at you as he slips out into the night, doorbell jingling after him.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

for x readers, imagines, one shots, headcanons/preferences

•Peaky Blinders•

-Alfie Solomons

-John Shelby

-Michael Gray

-Ada Thorne

-Finn Shelby

•Preacher•

-Jesse Custer

-Proinsias Cassidy

•The Walking Dead•

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Negan

-Shane Walsh

-The Governor

•Divergent•

-Eric Coulter

-Peter Hayes

-Caleb Prior

•12 Monkeys•

-James Cole

-Ramse

-Deacon

•Marvel•

-Francis Ajax

-Scott Lang

-Baron Zemo

-Bruce Banner

-Bucky

-Steve Rogers

-Clint Barton

-Brock Rumlow

-Frank Castle

-Tony Stark

-Loki

-Peter Parker

-Pietro Maximoff

-Wanda Maximoff

•DC•

-Captain Boomerang

-Harrison Wells

-Hunter Zolomon

-Rip Hunter

-Ray Palmer

-Nathan Heywood

-Leonard Snart

•The Mortal Instruments•

-Luke Garroway/Lucian Graymark

-Jace Lightwood/Herondale/Wayland

-Raphael Santiago

-Alec Lightwood

-Isabelle Lightwood

•Claws•

-Boris

-Roller Husser

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Summer Nights *Luke Garroway x Reader*

Warnings: SMUT!!!

A/N: feedback is appreciated and requests are open ✨

•••••

Summer had never been your favorite season. Tonight was a time that reminded you of that opinion. For the last few (hellish) days, there’d been a heat wave in the city.

The days got up to the triple digits and the nights were only somewhat cooler. It was torture. For an hour you’d tossed and turned in bed, hoping to get comfortable and wind up in a deep sleep. Yet you had no luck.

You listened intently to the sound of the pedestal fan in the corner of the room. It was trying its hardest but you felt only a whisper of a breeze. The central cooling was in bad shape, so you and Luke tried to use it during the day only.

Every time you tried to distract yourself, your thoughts kept looping back around to how hot it was. You’re only wearing a flimsy tank top and a pair of panties, but your skin is still flushed. You shift on the bed, trying to get the sheet unstuck from your back, where your shirt had ridden up.

You sigh heavily, fighting back the urge to turn it into a groan. You’ve never seen the spirit realm of eternal suffering, but you’d imagine this is as close to the heat of hell you’d get in living life.

Luke draws in a breath from beside you. You’d thought he was asleep, and had been jealous of his blissful ignorance of the heat. “Just try going to sleep,” he whispers, as if you hadn’t thought of that.

You look over at him, and behold the sight. He’s clad only in underwear, an arm thrown across his eyes and the other behind his head. Every day you realized how lucky you were to share his bed.

“It’s too hot,” you grumble, and in the dim light of the room you see a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I can’t do much about it,” he says. He moves his arm from his face and looks over at you.

You sit up and pull your camisole off, tossing it on the carpet without a second thought. The feeling of air (even if it’s warm) on your now exposed chest is amazing.

Luke’s eyes rake over your chest. It feels nice to have captured his attention with one simple action. You lean down and press a kiss to Luke’s lips, your nipples brushing against his chest as you do so.

Your kiss was featherlight for an instant, until his hand pulls you closer by the back of your neck. His other hand reaches down and squeezes your breast. Your lips part and he takes one between his own, biting softly.

Your fingers trail up his neck and into his hair, where you tug at the thick curls, now messy from his pillow. His arm reaches down and pulls your leg over his own, getting you to straddle him.

There’s only two layers between both of you now. Wherever Luke touches it leaves your skin sizzling, and it’s not the heat that has your body temperature rising.

His hardening cock is pressing against your thigh and you rock against it slowly, teasing him. He gasps slightly into the kiss, and you smile.

He breaks the kiss to attach his lips to your neck, pausing to command, “Keep doing that.”

You obey, grinding down onto him in earnest now. He kisses your neck sloppily, before sucking a mark onto the skin below your jawline. Marking you is one of his favorite parts of sex, Luke loves watching the bruise form and the way it looks even better the morning after.

He nibbles on your earlobe and you squeal at the way it tickles. Grabbing you by the shoulders, he rolls you over.

“It is getting a bit hot,” he comments, pushing his underwear down his legs and kicking them off to the side.

His fingers loop in your panties and he tugs them down. He lays on his back next to you and for a second you’re confused, he usually likes being the dominant one.

He pats his thigh in invitation, “You were doing so well before.” His hand grips his cock, stroking idly.

You clamber over his legs until you’re hovering about him. Luke grips your hip, the skin soft under his touch. He senses your hesitation and brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “God, you’re beautiful.”

You smile at him with blush-tinged cheeks. You’ve done this quite a few times before, but you never get used to the sight of his thick cock dripping precum, ready and waiting to be in you.

Slowly your sink down until the head is in, then the next six inches. You gasp at the feeling of him stretching you out and filling you completely. He groans deep in his chest and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

You grind in a circular motion. A moan slips past your lips as the coarse hair as the base of his dick brushes your clit.

Carefully you rise up on your knees and drop again, and both of his hands find their place on your waist. With each movement, the tip of his cock rubs against that special spot inside you. You lean forward, resting your hands on his chest.

You let out a shaky breath as you ride him, eager to be controlling the depth and the pace. Luke must’ve got tired of not being in control, though, because suddenly he’s thrusting up into you.

You moan loudly, nails scratching at his chest. His motions are faster than yours, and soon you’re panting and mumbling “Oh God, oh fuck,” under your breath.

“Touch yourself,” Luke tells you. You comply, fingers circling quickly around your clit. “Good girl,” he grunts.

You feel so absolutely filled by his cock, and the way he thrusts so deeply inside of you has you unable to form a coherent thought. “Luke,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the pleasure be all you focus on.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby?”

You don’t have the time to answer before pleasure bursts inside you white-hot, leaving you clenching around his cock. “Lucian!” You moan loudly, legs shaking as you fight to stay upright. If it wasn’t for his grip on you, you’d have fallen forward onto him like a rag doll.

“Fuck,” he groans at the feeling of your orgasm. You’re too blissed out to realize how close he is until he’s cumming, ropes of warm cum filling you.

You don’t even realize you’re still slowly grinding on him until he stops thrusting. You lean forward and kiss him sweetly, acutely aware of the sheen of sweat coating both your bodies.

You sit up and get off of him, hating the feeling of emptiness that you feel at your core. With shaky limbs you lay down next to him, breathing heavily.

He takes your hand in his and smiles over at you. You’re still hot, but this is a different kind of overheated. Every inch of your skin is flushed, and your thighs are wet and warm where his cum is leaking out of you.

“At least you distracted me,” you say. He laughs, and at 2 a.m. on a Wedsnesday night, it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard.

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Can you do a headcanon for dating Steve Rogers, and you being way shorting than him? Thank you and you are awesome!!

•Steve’s always offering you piggyback rides. Similarly when you watch fireworks, go to a concert, or anything else in a big crowd where you don’t have the best view he’ll let you sit on his shoulders. He can still do everything when you’re up there, he’s just casually texting.

•After he comes home from a mission and hugs you, he literally sweeps you off your feet and spins you around.

•Want to be with him when he’s training but don’t want to work out? Bring a book and sit on him when he’s doing push-ups.

•Being the little spoon is so comforting, especially when it’s cold and he wraps his arms around you. It’s like being in a muscley cocoon.

•Steve absolutely loves when you wear his shirts around the house. The way they land mid-thigh and ride up when you bend over always leave him wondering what else you have on underneath (if you even do). Then he just has to find out.

•You never lose each other when you go shopping. If you go to the mall and break away to look at a display of cute clothes that catch your eye, you don’t have to worry about not knowing where he is. You just have to watch for a few seconds and eventually you’ll see a blonde head above the racks and shelves.

•He’s not intimidated when you wear high heels. He even encourages you to wear them, if you enjoy it.

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Just Tipsy *Rip Hunter x Reader*

•Imagine getting drunk with Rip Hunter

A/N: requests are open!

•••••

You’d been wandering around the Waverider for the last ten minutes. You were hoping you’d find something to do, but to no avail. You’d even consider picking up Mick’s messes if you saw any, that’s just how bored you were.

It had been an exciting day from the beginning; another Aberration was corrected and history was set back on track. You’re still reeling from the excitement of it all, but to your disappointed the Legends decided to call it an early night.

You pause when you see light from the library illuminating the dimmed areas of the ship. Who would be in the library at midnight unless they’re doing something they don’t want the team to know about? Your mind swirls with theories of a team member betraying the rest, but before you get too caught up in them, you hear a crash.

All hesitation gone, you stride into the library, curious to know what’s going on. Instead of a secret event, you find Rip, surrounded by a pile of strewn books.

He’s rubbing his elbow and muttering expletives, and glaring at the books before bending down to gather as many as he can into his arms.

You can’t help but let out a chuckle, instantly covering your mouth. He whips around, expression softening when he sees you.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed,” you apologized sincerely. “Let me help.” You pick up the remaining books, putting them neatly back in their proper place on the shelf.

“I appreciate it,” Rip states, sitting down in the chair behind the desk.

“No problem.” You tell him, curling up into an armchair a few feet away. You notice him gazing at you, and suddenly realize you’re invading his space. “Were you doing something? I can leave if you want.”

“No, stay. It’s no bother. In fact, I was about to have a drink. Care to indulge me?” He nods his head to the bottle and glasses in front of him, beginning to pour one for himself.

“Sure, I’d say we deserve it after today,” you joke, recalling the chaos.

Rip smiles, handing you a glass and holding his out, “To today.”

You repeat the sentiment, admiring how wonderful the drink feels going down your throat. It’s not long until Rip is pouring more, and a natural conversation happens. It’s nice talking with him when it isn’t about tactics and fixes that need to be made to the Waverider.

•••••

“Never have I ever...” You start, wondering what will get Rip to take a shot. “...Been in handcuffs.”

You figured with his history of frequently making enemies, it would’ve happened at least once. He takes his shot, eyeing you. “You haven’t?”

“Not in that context,” you admit with a smirk, downing your shot as well once you realize the double meaning of your question.

He laughs, a bit taken aback, “Who would’ve thought?”

You laugh too, recalling the memory. “Not me! He didn’t even tell me before he put them on me. What he didn’t expect was for me to get out of them.”

Rip stops pouring the next round, listening with rapt attention. “So then of course next he was in them, with one latched to the bedpost, naked, and I threw the key out the window. I still wonder who found him and how much later.”

It’s dead silent as your story sinks in, and then Rip is laughing harder than you’ve ever heard before. “My. G-God,” he chokes out between fits of laughter.

Before you know it, you’re laughing. More at the sound of his uncontrollable laughs than the recollection of your story, but it’s enough to make you unable to catch your breath.

The familiar haze of the alcohol makes it seem just that much harder to stop, and your stomach hurts as you wipe the tears from your eyes.

Rip’s rested his head on his arms, on top of the desk, imagining the scene. His laughs are muffled, and you’re still giggling every so often.

The game continues on for a while, and eventually Ray is woken by the noise you’re both making, with his quarters being closest to the library.

When he shuffles tiredly to the threshold, about to complain about the racket, he’s met with peaceful silence. He peaks in, and he sees the empty bottle on th floor, and both of you sleeping. Rip is facedown on the ground under the desk, and you’re curled up into a ball on top of it. He can’t begin to wonder what happened, but he’s too tired to be concerned.

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Height Difference *Ray Palmer x Reader*

A/N: these are just some HCs about what it would be like if Ray were dating a short girl 🤗

•He’s a pretty tall guy, and at 6’2 he stands above pretty much everyone. And with you being in the low-to-mid 5’ range, he absolutely towers above you.

•You found it a bit intimidating at first, but you quickly found out Ray is like a giant puppy.

•When you first got together, it became apparent that there were some... challenges that came to dating a tall guy when you were a short girl.

•The biggest challenge is the amount of planning and execution it takes to kiss him. You can’t just go up to him and surprise him with a sweet peck on the lips; unless a ladder is readily available. Long kisses were tough because you have to stand on your tip-toes for the whole time, and Ray has to awkwardly stoop down. It’s not a relaxing scenario.

•Cuddling can either be perfect or a hazard. It’s the best feeling to be the little spoon when watching TV together, his leg fits between yours and he’s like a protecting figure. But when you’re cuddling before bed it gets risky; if he rolls over onto you you’re not getting up until he does.

•Showering together turns into a war of the shower head. Either it’s aimed so high it goes straight over you, or it hits him mid-chest at the best. There’s no compromising, just constant adjustment and sighing as he reaches around you and aims it above you when you’re trying to wash shampoo out of your hair.

•You can’t reach anything in the cupboards, ever. You can’t even make tea in the morning without having to climb on the countertops and reach all the way to the top back of the fridge to get the bags. Sometimes you swear he does it on purpose to watch you struggle.

•Every girl likes to wear her boyfriend’s comfy clothes when lounging at home, right? Well his sweats on you are annoyingly long, and if you don’t constantly push the sleeves up on his shirts, they get in the way.

•But the pros definitely outweigh the cons. Like for instance, he can easily lift you into his arms and fuck you against a wall, which is always nice. He gives the best hugs. Forehead kisses are common. If you were to go to a concert together he could put you on his shoulders and you’d have the best view. And his clothes being bigger just makes them even more comfy.

•It was awkward at first, but you’ve learned to love the heigh difference between you two. You just wish he’d stop calling you peanut.

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Beard Burn *Alfie Solomons x Reader*

You didn’t like Alfie’s beard much before. He knew it too, and refused to do anything about it. He’d heard all your complaints a thousand times.

It was rough and coarse and didn’t feel good to run your fingers through. It would get in your mouth when you were kissing sometimes (neither of you were sure how, but it always thoroughly ruined the mood).

But now, you’ve begun to change your mind about the once-hated beard. The reason? You’re laying in bed as the sun is just barely rising. Your mind is flittering over the memories of last night, of Alfie leaving marks on the inside of your thighs. Along with the slight bruises forming from his lips and fingers, your legs feel slightly scratched. It’s a contrast that makes you press your legs together as you remember Alfie between them last night, making you cry out in pleasure.

You’re definitely beginning to appreciate his beard.

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The Red Sea *Harrison Wells*

A/N: These are some hcs about how Harrison would react to his gf being on her period. If periods are smtg you aren’t comfortable with, this isn’t for you!

•Harry would suspect something is off when you’re a bit grumpy and your cravings are all over the place. He knows it’s best not to mention it, so he just offers to make you tea and watch one of your favorite movies with you.

•When you complain of bad cramps and a backache, he’ll offer to rub your back for you or grab your heat pack.

•He hates seeing you in pain, and he tries his best to stay calm even when you’re snapping at him and being grouchy for no reason.

•You get the brilliant idea to do yoga to help with the pain and bloating and you ask Wells to do it with you since you want company and don’t feel good. His reaction is a confused, “But I don’t have cramps.”

•When you’re at the end of your period, and you’re back to your normal, happy self, he would ask how you feel. “Amazing,” you say with a smile.

“So you aren’t, you know...” He says with a teasing smile.

“Don’t,” you warn with a laugh, knowing what he’s about to say.

“You aren’t surfing the crimson wave?” You groan exaggeratedly. “What do you want me to say?!” He’s joking, but you’re still cringing too hard.

“Anything but that!” The euphemisms are the worst.

“Period?”

You nod, with a small laugh.

“Period it is.”