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mannequinreligi0n · 27 days

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NSFW ALPHABET: VERGIL

not me coming back to post anything but the third chapter of my priest vergil fic …. anyways, have this in the meantime while i wrestle with writer’s block.

i’d love to do this for dante and possibly whomever else, if there’s any want for it - my inbox is open!

obv nsfw warning for below, tried to keep it gender neutral as well - enjoy!

xoxo, obscura

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

The eternal gentleman, Vergil is doting and attentive - making sure you’re satisfied, cleaned, and content after intimacy. He’ll always clean you before himself, offering water, back rubs, and maybe even a nice bath to get you feeling right again. If it’s in bed, cuddles are mandatory - Vergil sees sex as a bonding activity, and holding you in his arms or lying on your chest is necessary to connect with one another.

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

Vergil has spent years training to get the perfect physique for fighting. He takes great pride in how he looks, and is not shy about it - but a favorite thing about him? I don’t think Vergil has given it much thought.

It’s a different story with his partner. I will gladly die on the hill that Vergil is an ass man. Vergil loves to grab it, smack it, bite it - just overall handsy. Speaking of, he’s got a thing for hands. He will worship his partner’s hands, seeing them as divine devices capable of such grace and care.

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

Despite Vergil’s disdain for firearms, this man’s a shooter. He’s unfortunately hit an eye or two during oral with some straggling ropes, and he always feels bad but can’t help it.

He has a preference for coming inside (he will demand it most times, unless you’re adamant for something else). Though, he does appreciate the occasional facial. Something about marking his territory…

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

Something tells me that Vergil picks up photography as a hobby when he returns back from hell. It’s harmless, mostly, but it’s strayed into the bedroom and he’s assembling his own photo diary of your sexual rendezvouses. On each page is detailed entries of what happened, what he found interesting, what made you tick, all alongside a photo of you folded like a pretzel or sitting pretty in a new set he bought you. ‘It’s for science’, he’ll say when you find it hidden under some other books on his desk.

I also think Vergil genuinely would love exploring being a sub to some extent. The man’s whole life has been a quest for power and control. But if he found someone he trusted enough, I think he would be willing to relinquish that control for a little bit and be at the whims of someone else. Call him a good boy? Tell him how good he’s making you feel? He’s melting like soft-serve in summer.

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

Vergil has experience, but it’s limited. The man is not a dog like others are quick to assume due to Nero’s conception, but he did experiment a little in his 20s.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus, standing dragon, and ol’ reliable: missionary

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

Vergil is a perfectionist at heart and sex isn’t an exception. It’s very few and between that you’ll have him acting silly during such an intimate act. I think the only time he’d truly be more loose and laughing is if he was inebriated in some way.

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

Well groomed, may let it grow in if he’s been with someone for a long time due to comfortability. I don’t think he cares how his partner grooms themselves, as long as they are cleanly - to each their own.

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

Sex is about devotion to Vergil. He takes it seriously and ensures his partner feels absolutely valued and worshiped. If time permits, Vergil is taking the time to set the scene. You’ll come home to freshly washed bedsheets, lit candles, and dinner already made and prepared for serving. It’s all-encompassing for him, more about the bond between you two than the result.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I feel like he edges when he’s frustrated. Just to punish himself for whatever it is that is bothering him. However, I don’t think he masturbates often, as he finds it a waste of energy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bdsm is a given, duh. A rope junkie - loves to tie you down in impossible positions, or to be tied up himself, forcing himself to put his trust in you. Body worship, breeding, temperature play, pet play. Handcuffs, gags, cameras, leashes. The voices are also telling me he’s into blood play……much to think about. But ONLY on him - he’s not too keen on actually hurting you outside of hickeys and bruises.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, absolutely. Again, sex is not trivial to him. If not in bed, definitely in the bath. However, even the devil in him gets the best of his control sometimes and he’ll squeeze a quickie in the back of the car or the bathroom of a bar.

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

Seeing you do mundane tasks drives Vergil up the wall. He’ll stand there and watch you bend over the washing machine, doing paperwork, fixing your hair, and it’ll be more of a turn on than any lewd act. Something about seeing you so blissfully unaware of your natural state is too much for him. Bonus points if you’re doing housework and disheveled - clothes a mess, sweat on your brow. He’s practically foaming at the mouth.

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

Carelessness in any regard is a huge no for him, whether it’s out of ignorance or stubbornness. He’s a proud man and doesn’t tolerate blatant disrespect.

I mentioned it briefly above, but hurting you seriously is off the table. Safety is the utmost priority when it comes to you for him - he will not jeopardize that in any way.

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

MUUUUUUNCH. He is a munch, I swear it. It’s mostly out of greed, if we’re being honest. He loves to watch you squirm, see how many times he can make you come alone from his mouth before he dares to fuck you. Loves face-sitting, he sees it as a challenge. Will also view oral as a form of body worship - he will take his damn time.

Vergil will never admit it, but he also loves to be on the receiving end. Loves to see you on your knees, taking him to the hilt and feeling you gulp around him. Careful, though! He’s a head-pusher.

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

Varies on the mood. If it’s more of a loving, sensual session, he will drag it out for as long as he feels necessary unless you tap out or flip him over out of impatience. Rougher, heated goes are another story. His movements will be unforgiving and staccato, ramming into your slick with purpose and ferocity.

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

Mentioned above. It’s only really if he physically can’t get you home quick enough. Or if you have an argument. He loves a good post-fight fuck.

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

Vergil is always looking for ways to push his own boundaries. He’s spent years honing his strengths and learning his every weakness - of course he’s gonna want to put them to the test. Whether that’s trying something new or getting a more risqué.

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

Demon genes go crazy. I think he could easily go back to back a few rounds before calling it quits. Any less would more so be for the wellbeing of his partner. I think Vergil purposely tries to last as long as physically possible to push himself, but sometimes he gets a little too lost in how soft your skin feels or how tightly your squeezing around him to hold back any longer.

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

Vergil wouldn’t be too knowledgeable about toys, but if he had a partner that was, he would be open to exploration. (Honey, go get the strap)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HE IS A BRATTTT (365 party girl)! Whether it’s orgasm denial or straight up refusal to even touch you, he’s playing the long game.

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

Grunts and growls, for sureeeee. It’s more animalistic than anything. Not a talker, really, as he gets near silent when he’s in the zone, but he’ll make sure to pepper in some praise or instruction here and there so you stay present.

When Vergil is on the receiving end/subbing, it’s a different story. WHINY. So, so whiny and blubbers out nonsense. Whimpers and moans so unlike the stoic warrior, you have to do a double-take to even be sure the sounds are coming from him.

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

Oral fixation.

Also secretly a big fan of pet names: darling, sweet, love, little one/bird, sweetheart.

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

Vergil is a big man. 6’5, to be exact. Add devil genes in the mix and the man’s packin’. I don’t think it’s anything ridiculous, but I’m betting on a good 8 when hard. Uncut with a slight left curve. Definitely nothing to be shy about.

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

Vergil spent years in solitude - I think he can handle a lot of pining. He’s patient and panther-esque, ever waiting for the right time to strike. That being said, if you and him were long-term, I think he’d make it a point to have sex integrated into your regular routine, to keep your relationship and minds secure. Health is wealth, after all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He has a hard time sleeping in general, but it’s a little easier when you’re tucked in his side, bare and satisfied. He’d probably lie awake for a while, even after you dozed off, just to hold you close and remind himself you’re really there and he’s safe from harm.

#vergil #devil may cry #dmc #vergil sparda #dmc vergil #vergil sparda x reader #vergil x reader #smut #devil may cry smut #dmc headcanons #vergil devil may cry #writing #oneshot

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penny-anna · 3 months

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Trying to vacuum my living room this morning

My new carpets are wool rather than synthetic and a downside of this is that they shed

I'm reliably informed that this is a temporary issue that will resolve itself once all the loose fibres work their way out but for the timing being they're producing just a TREMENDOUS amount of fluff

My vacuum cleaner is cordless & it's not got a very high fluff capacity. Keeps filling up much faster than I'm used to

The way I generally notice this is that it cuts out mid vacuum. Usually this is fixed by emptying out it's tank

Today however it continued cutting out even after the tank was empty. Figured there must be more fluff in there somewhere

Go on a fascinating journey through the workings of the vacuum cleaner. Discover removable parts I had no idea even existed. See bits of it that have never been viewed by human eyes before.

Eventually determine that there are 2 points where the fluff has got so compacted that it's not getting sucked up

One of these is right down in the bottom section and w some finagling manage to push it out w the handle of my longest spoon

However other blockage seems to be in the Long Pipe. Have to use my phone torch to confirm that it's there bcos it's dark inside the Long Pipe.

My longest spoon isn't long enough to reach it and I don't have any other suitable implements

Only thing I can think to do is put it in the bath and run water down it. Reluctant to do this as if I get it wet I'll need to dry it out fully before using it again

Continue searching for a suitable implement. Continue to not have anything

Bite the bullet and take it into the bathroom

At first nothing is coming out. Begin to worry that this isn't gonna work

But then!! After about 15-20 seconds the Long Pipe disgorges all it's fluff into the bath

There's a perceptible sensation of pressure releasing??

It's finally clean!!

Put the vacuum cleaner into handheld mode and go suck up the worst of the fluff

Success??

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tossawary · 11 months

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Someone responded, "Howl would do chores for Sophie! He loves her so much!" to that Prince Turniphead house-boyfriend post about the "Howl's Moving Castle" movie where I said that Howl wouldn't reliably help around the house. And... no. No, I said RELIABLY, that's a really important word here, but also no.

Nothing about his home setup (the mess of the kitchen in the beginning, the RAINBOW BATHROOM, his cluttered bedroom) suggests that he's in the habit of picking up after himself. I don't think he's purposefully a slob, but I do think he's too distractible and thoughtless to do the required regular cleaning. I think he's a "I'll put this down here for now and deal with it later *proceeds to walk around this object every day for the next three years while doing more interesting / immediate things*" person at best. Being in love does not suddenly change all your habits as a person or your personal interests! I think Howl would definitely try (important word here) to do better for Sophie, but I think it would take a lot of work and he's kind of lazy about these things!

I do think he cooks. Movie Howl IS shown cooking with Calcifer and I think he and his fire demon could have fun with that task, very cute, and leave a mountain of dishes behind them in the process.

Also, (trying to limit referencing the books for those who haven't read them, but I can't resist here) Book Sophie is... kind of controlling and loves to complain? And can also do magic herself? When I said that Howl can't be trusted to RELIABLY do chores, it's partly because I don't think he'd be doing them to 1) Sophie's exacting standards and 2) in the EXACT way that Sophie wants it done. I think Sophie would in many cases decide that it's easier just to train Howl to better stay out of her way, honestly.

Especially because HOWL IS A WIZARD!!! You can't fucking trust those assholes with a simple chore! It doesn't occupy their brains enough and they're ALWAYS going to think, "I bet I could invent a spell to do this for me," and that's how you get floating dishes or animated broomsticks or a fucking water spirit in your house. It's the hubris! Can't smack it out of wizards with a stick!

Howl swallowed a star and made a deal with a fire demon! He built a giant walking castle that was holding together JUST using magic (it completely fell apart at the end of the movie) and wandered freely around the country! He was pretending to be two different people to run businesses and then abandoned the buildings when the government caught up to him! I'm pretty sure he used a magic spell to SQUAT in Sophie's family's former hat shop! He impersonated the king! He dodged the draft literally afterwards in an airship battle! He nearly irreversibly turned himself into a bird monster and fought bombing airships by HIMSELF - and there's no way that Sophie wasn't confusedly picking black feathers off the floor. He summoned the spirits of darkness and started turning into ooze because his hair dye came out the wrong color!

Howl would TRY for Sophie, I believe that. I just also think that he'd rather use magic to completely renovate the entire house than actually scrub floors. I think he would invent an incredibly ugly magical vacuum cleaner for her and Sophie would love it so much that she would choose to overlook the fact that it tries to eat the carpet and curtains and the dog sometimes. I think that if Book Sophie was told she could melt wizards with a bucket of soapy water with a little bit of lemon juice (like the Enchanted Forest Chronicles), she COULD DO IT by choosing to believe it, and Howl hides from her and that bucket because he loves her but she's TERRIFYING.

If Sophie's sister Lettie was visiting and Sophie was panicking because she hadn't had the time to dust on top of the guest room wardrobe... whatever the magical equivalent of shoving all of your stuff into a closet at the last minute to make the place LOOK clean is, THAT's how Howl would help.

#tossawary hmc #howl pendragon #sophie hatter #spoilers #fic ideas

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svt-kiki · 2 months

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( 🖇️ ) RELATIONSHIPS WITH MAKNAE LINE ⌅ .

✦ 🐸 ⸝⸝ ⸺ minghao / the 8

#　kiki　+　minghao　／　kihao　...　65%

#　TAGLINE　...　cold outside but soft inside

man they really chill *chef’s kiss*

they got along really well from the beginning, he just knew she’s the reliable person and she be like I WILL PROTECT THIS LIL BROTHER AT ALL COST-

oh the stage presence, and that gaze... ( like mother like son )

it’s funny how they really like that hufflepuff and slytherin besties on the internet

they share the vibes of aesthetics, she loves hanging with him and enjoys tea or meditation or just watching him doing painting

she will buy anything even something suspicious as long as he recommends, i mean he will never do that but that’s just a dinamic of this duo

just like her, he had no friends nor acquaintances in korea when came to pledis, so she rly took good care of him even they don’t know what the other’s talking

he was sorta ‘newbie’ among the boys, so she explained what it is when others were talking about funny episodes during old trainee days

she listened him a lot esp after debut, such as the gap between public image and himself, because she also had similar struggles too

she made sure he and jun can have enough opportunities to speak in radios or music shows and others, always care abt them

and he considers her a lot too, like “have u eaten enough?” “did u sleep well yesterday?”

they both prefers healthy diets ( and sharing midnights snacks, too )

minghao knows what her soul is like, warm and deep, and he always respects her humanity

he really turnes to little squishy just for her :)

✦ 🐶 ⸝⸝ ⸺ mingyu

#　kiki　+　mingyu　／　kigyu　...　90%

#　TAGLINE　...　the muse and the guard dog

does he soft launching he's the one who took her 'girlfriend material' photos on instagram? well it's a hard launching so-

he always includes heart emoji in the reply of her post and got teased from other members lol

kiki: *unofficial no.1 mingyu supporter*

no one:

mingyu: don’t come close to her or i’ll bite you *glares*

they look good, cook well, clean well-

ykwim, they’re in charge of grocery shopping and cooking in the group, other boys will just following them around and be like “i trust you guys just leave the carrying task to us” and it’s hilarious

but when they showed up on red carpet or at the same event? they’ll be THE hot topic *wink wonk*

she can’t just leave poor mingyu when he got teased from everybody so she’s the one who always pats his back

and he has soft spot to have her pat him on the head 💆🏻

he loves to dry her hair, and blow-dry is her least favorite task so... yeah she presumes his goodwill a little in here ;)

PDA wasn’t her best speciality at first ( it’s not that she was uncomfortable or anything, just her japanese thing tho ) but from one point kiki just gave up and let it be 🧘🏻 and guess what? he was the main reason-

they have certain intimacy that sometimes strangers got wrong idea as they’re in relationship or smth, well it’s not ( or they really had... uhm, intimate relationship before? ) but boy doesn't come to pLAY

like i don't trying to be suspicious but he basically has an unhealthy obsession with her, i mean, he is okay that she's having affair with other members ( kinda poly idea ) but he will NOT stand the idea of her with the men outside of the group, it's complicated yk

3/3 of the ‘knight line’ - just imagine seungcheol, jun and mingyu surrounding her like a freaking castle wall, people will be terrified lmao

✦ 🍕 ⸝⸝ ⸺ seokmin / dk

#　kiki　+　seokmin　／　kiseok　...　65%

#　TAGLINE　...　overflowing happy virus :)

they are the happy virus, a sunshine, the definition of sweetness

the bright and positive energy they deliver when two are together is just-

well it can’t be said that she is able to keep up with his chaotic side but she loves he’s having fun and enjoying 100% at the moment

dokyeom LOVES her dishes, he’ll eat anything as long as she cooked

and learns how to cook from her willingly, although both knew he be like etrnal beginner lol

usually they cuddle together in the green room when they take a nap

he had a small crush on her when they were trainee, it was kind of feeling a boy would have for the prettiest girl in the classroom

eventually it grew to the sister/brotherhood relationship that literally ✨glowing✨

he often jokes about how his sister and parents love kiki more than himself, telling him to be kind and gentle with her or you’ll see the consequences time to time, since she’s the only female member and his family always worry about her

he’s the type that gets rattled and worried around her when she is sick or tired and tries to help her but have no idea what to do ( it’s sweet tho )

she knows he always wants to support her and wishes her best

he somehow always ends up with cups her cheeks at the end of conversation

did she cried when saw his excalibur with jeonghan? yessss

sometimes she surprised that he’s actually a grown mAN bcs she’s so used to take care of him as a little brother

so grateful to have someone like him ( and same thing goes for dk )

✦ 🍊 ⸝⸝ ⸺ seungkwan

#　kiki　+　boo seungkwan　／　kiboo　...　70%

#　TAGLINE　...　handsome and cutie pie

they are like the princess and the knight... but in this case, seungkwan is the princess and kiki is the knight yk

officially her grandparents’ favorite member

kiki: kwanna guess what my family send you some food again ㅋㅋㅋ

seungkwan: oh my god when i can start the goddamn diet *takes a bite*

it’s just helpless 🤷🏻

the jogging friends

like he sometimes gets angry just because he adores his noona too much and can’t handle the emotion, kind of ‘precious aggression’ but never eVER hurt her fr

he’s the best member at taking care of her when she’s in period, especially in the trainee era besides some boys just cluless and dk what to do at first ( now they all progressed thanks to seungkwan )

in pre debut era, there was a time once he just lost his mind and suddenly having no idea how to interact with her ( hint: adolescent ) so had no choice but to avoid her, and it was his biggest regret

other member: *tries to fight him back*

seungkwan: *immediately hides behind her*

kiki, to other member: HOW DARE U TRYING TO HURT MY CHILD

he once said if he were a carat he would be a kiki stan 100%

kiki in every group trip: *being his no.1 cheer leader*

she being like “that’s my girl baby 😌” towards everything he did, can’t stop smiling

not him watching cheering and promoting on sns every acting works she has done 🥲 ( and sending a coffee track ofc )

✦ 🐻‍❄️ ⸝⸝ ⸺ hansol / vernon

#　kiki　+　hansol　／　kisol　...　55%

#　TAGLINE　...　cream in the coffee

like kihoon, they’re just not loud as others — but hey, it’s strong

they are simply close to each other, she’s fond of him and he looks up and follows around her like a second shadow

she trusts his taste of music, kiki always listens to his reccomends and it helps her to expand her music knowledge a lot

he’s the only one who she can actually be proactive for kissing to ─ like, to cheecks i mean

he regurally compliments her, esp when kiki dressed up for award shows like “wow noona is so beautiful, just breathtaking” and she’s just being ... well, japanese

not he unborthered for the jokes by other groups’ members as “i want her to be our group~” or “can we have her as our noona / eonni too 🥺” and he just goes “no, sorry, she’s our noona” with straight gAZE lmao

movie lovers ! they’ve similar taste and often spend a night watching movie together: studio ghibli, wes anderson, mcu and many more

usually she doesn’t have a pick between cat and dog as she love both but can’t help being a cat person while killing time with him

he’s the only one who can watch her kiss scenes in her works without flinch, he just ... chill ( while other boys freaking out ofc )

she loves his dancing style too much, u can always see in the bts that she’s fangirling over his performances

kiki is like an anchor to him, although vernon has his own rhythm for communication and, well, existing, she always make sure he can be himself yet included within the group

✦ 🦖 ⸝⸝ ⸺ chan / dino

#　kiki　+　dino　／　kino　...　65%

#　TAGLINE　...　different shape, same warmth

oh BOY

he's so whipped for his noona

and you can see she really adores this little maknae

is he wrapped around by her little finger? obviously.

he truly respects her as a dancer, performer, idol and a role model

from most parts, she wrap her mind around him, but the same time there is the part of him that she never knew nor understand about it

lee family is like an supporter team of kiki, from dino’s parents to grandma to brother... they are full of kiki stan

she respects that he’s the first child in the real family as some ( or in many ) times he’s the one who’s more mature

she treats him as a grown man as he deserved and dino appreciate that

but kiki loves when he being a little brother, won’t waste a single moment to express her affection

he couldn’t be more happier when they spend the night in practice room, thinking and practicing dance together

jeonghan revealed once she cried after listened to "zero" for first time and... he saw the consequences for sure haha

she always showers him with full of praise words when he did solo stage or project or danceology basically anything on his own

he has secret affection of her humming in the kitchen while making some dishes, it’ll just comfort him at instant especially when they were trainees ( he even recorded on his phone without telling her one time )

on trainee era, when he couldn’t help himself from homesick or just tired about same old days, couldn’t attend school events, she took him to the night drive and had secret snack just by themselves

dino had envied woozi so much when he found out now she’s doing similar things to his hyung as well, he thought it’s only his privilege but accepts at the end

( 📁 ) : NAVI : MASTER LIST

( tag list / open ) : @smh-anon

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broflovskisbitch · 1 year

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Joe Cooper NSFW Alphabet

a/n: I'm shit at coming up with head cannons and oneshot ideas so I went with ol reliable lmao (my asks are open btw if you wanna send ideas my way 👀)

also: 18+ only, minors dni

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

if coop was the dom that night, he would probably grab you a wet wash cloth and clean you up, grab you a water from the kitchen, and then just hold you. he's a very physically affectionate person, he'll just hold you with your head on his chest and run his fingers through your hair, cooing how good you did.

if he was the sub though, poor baby just needs to be held. he'll absolutely melt if you draw a bath and just hold him. he'll sit with his back to your chest in between your legs. he just wants to be as close as possible to you, damn near purring as you tell him what a good boy he was.

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

on himself? probably his hands and chest. and not because he personally likes them, but because you like them. he loves whenever you fidget with his hands when you get distracted but he also loves that his hands alone can make you a whining mess. he also just loves when you play with his chest hair, makes him all warm and fuzzy.

on you? he loves you legs and your hips. he just loves holding them, grabbing them, marking them. just loves touching them. he also loves how you look in shorts, the way they hug you really does something for him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

for the love of god please let this man cum in you. the first time you ask him to cum deep inside you he almost finishes before you're done asking. he LOVES watching it ooze out of you after he pulls out, it's just a visual reminder that you are his. but before that, he loved cumming on your tummy, watching you absolutely spent, panting as his cum paints your lower tummy? poor boy is a goner

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

he loves wearing panties, especially yours if you wear them. he likes that no one else but you two knows he's wearing them.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

minimal. he has slept with a few people before, so he knew what he was doing when you two first started hooking up, but he wasn't confident at first.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he loves when you bend him over any surface, also loves when you hold his hands behind his back and you thrust in him, likes feeling a little helpless.

he also loves missionary, he love how intimate it is, when he's feeling all lovey he loves holding your hands and just taking in your facial expressions. he also loves lotus for the same reasons, he just loves holding you and being close.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

initially he can be, especially when there's no explicit dynamic set. but it normally fizzles out throughout foreplay.

he can be bratty as a motherfucker though, loves mouthing off or pretending his in charge to get you riled up

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

obviously they're not blonde. and he trims once in a while? but he doesn't have a routine or anything

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he's a sap, he loves being intimate and going slow. he's big on body worship, any chance he gets to treat you like a deity he will jump on it. he can also be a little shit. which happens more often than not

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he really only masturbates when he's away for games, honestly. he used to a lot more before you got together, but honestly now whenever he's horny he just goes to you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy oh BOY!! dom/sub (he's a switch), bratty, bondage, calling you master/mistress, edging/orgasm denial, masochism, marking, dacryphilia

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

anywhere in the house tbh, but he LOVES fucking you in the locker room, he loves the risk of potential getting caught, whether he's domming or subbing

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

what doesn't, coop is a fucking horn dog. if he had to pick one thing though, he loves when you wear skirts, he loves the easy access. he also just won't be able to keep his hands to himself if you wear a skirt.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

blood or just body fluids that aren't spit tbh. he also doesn't really wanna share. you're his and he's yours.

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

he loves when you suck his cock, he lives to be in your mouth. he loved that he can use it to control you, and how you can use it to control him. he's so noisy when you blow him

now even though he prefers to receive, he will eat you out like you're his last meal. definitely goes crazy when you sit on his face

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

depends! he loves taking his time, but he will also rough you up a bit, especially if he lost a game or is really stressed. he loves taking the time to worship your body, kissing and touching nearly every square inch, but he also loves leaving marks and leaving you a shaking mess

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

they're not common but he will pull you into the locker room, pull his car to the side of the road, or drag you to the bathroom if he just *has* to have you then and there. he does infinitely prefer the real thing though

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

100% down to try anything at least once. however he does hope that you'll be the one to bring it up because he'd probably be a little shy asking you. poor baby looked like he was gonna pass out when he brought up the idea of you pegging him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I feel like he can go for a pretty long time but only like, two rounds tops. but he'll make those two rounds count

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

a strap on, obviously. but also a few vibrators and buttplugs, nothing too crazy though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he can certainly be a little shit, he loves winding you up when you two are out and about. especially if you know you'll punish him later on. when you two are going at it though, if you're in charge, he is on his best behavior. if he's in charge? you'll probably be a teary mess by the end.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

dude he is so. fucking. loud. you've definitely shoved your fingers in his mouth to shut him the fuck up so remer wouldn't bitch about you two again

he whines when you go down on him or when you edge him, whimpers when you take each others clothes off or you pull his hair, groans when he's finally inside him. mans is LOUD

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

if you are okay with it, he has a bunch of polaroids of you after you two finish. he just thinks you look so beautiful after you two have sex. he has pictures of your blissed out face, and just a bunch that involve you filled with his cum or covered in his cum. he convinced you after he whined about you not being able to go with him whenever he left for games

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

he's a little above average length and girth, but not by a whole lot, but he knows how to use it

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

my god it's high, he is ready to go at the drop of a hat. before you even finish saying you want to fuck he has you in his arms on the way to the bedroom

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once you two are taken care of and back in bed he is out like a light, especially if you start playing with his chest hair or card your fingers through his hair. he loves sleeping with his head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat is incredibly soothing for him

#joe cooper x reader #trey parker x reader #baseketball #i love him sm you have no idea #my baby boy

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One Kiss - Nick Bosa Part 4

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Natalie sat in her chair, staring blankly down at the floor where the puddle had now soaked into the carpeting.

Her face was a mess. She just knew it from the dampness of her cheeks. Any makeup she applied lightly today was likely ruined now, yet she couldn’t find it in herself at the moment to really care.

The deep pain in her heart was suffocating.

She wanted so badly to be out of this situation with Mark and be done with him. Yet, she knew that by the way he acted just a bit ago that it wasn’t going to be easy.

He had his moments over the years of being rude and mean, maybe not as cruel as he showed today, but he had a temper. Normally it was never directed at her, but at others - especially when he wasn’t in control of a situation.

That’s what he was losing now. Control of her, of their relationship, and soon the reliability of financial support she provided him all of these years.

It was ending and even if they weren’t addressing it right now explicitly, they both knew it.

Natalie was done with him.

As her phone rang on the desk in front of her and broke her out of her daze, she saw that it was Nick attempting to Facetime her.

She rejected the call and texted him to give her a moment.

He didn’t and immediately called again, this time a regular call.

She sighed quietly and picked up the phone to accept the call. “Hey.. sorry I’m not feeling up to a Facetime right now.”

“What’s going on Natalie?” He asked with concern, already picking up on her change in demeanor through her tone.

She was quiet for a few moments, breathing in a shaken breath and trying her best to not cry again. She was overwhelmed and stressed.

“Natalie?” Nick called her name urgently through the phone. “Listen, I’m coming over there now to pick you up.”

“What? No! Nick, you can’t show up here while I’m working! You have no affiliation with the company or me as far as anyone knows. Do you know how bad people will talk?” She spat out.

“Well, then what the fuck is going on Natalie? I’m fucking worried here. You have obviously been crying and you’re upset. What did that fucking piece of shit say to you? Did he touch you? Hurt you? I swear to god I’ll kill him.” Nick said darkly, his voice raising with each question.

“No, no. He didn’t touch me or cause any physical harm.” She insisted.

“But he said something or did something that upset you.”

“He was just being a dickhead, trying to sweeten me up and was digging around in my business.. Then when I told him to leave after implying I knew about his infidelity and the rumor about his mistress.. He lost his temper… He swiped the vase of flowers you bought me off my desk and they shattered everywhere..” Her breath hitched as she finished rushing the words out. She was about to cry again.

Nick said nothing as he heard her begin to cry softly once more.

“He’s so fucking awful. I’ve seen him this way with others.. But normally not like this with me. We rarely fought because I normally gave in and shut up to avoid conflict..” She spoke listlessly, staring blankly at the wedding ring on her hand.

In that moment she decided that she would never wear the goddamn ring again. Or the engagement ring from this point out.

“Natalie, can you take the rest of the day off?” Nick asked her calmly.

She was silent as she pondered the idea. She still had stuff to deal with at the office, but she was exhausted and she had a lot of unused sick time she could tap into.

Looking at the mess on the floor, she sighed. She’d have to clean that up herself. There was no way in hell she was going to get the day time maintenance crew to do it, or ask the department secretary to call for her.

As much as she got along with most people in her department, and the various other departments, the gossip culture here was insane. She wasn’t interested in being part of the latest narrative being spun around.

“Yeah, I can.”

“Good. When you leave, head over to your place to pack a bag for a few days. You’re coming over to stay with me for a bit until you see your divorce lawyer. This shit? It’s done, Nat.” He sighed through the phone. “I know you don’t want me involved in this to keep it as stress free as possible, but if he’s showing signs of violence, I’m not about to have you in your apartment with him while he still has access to the place. That’s a big fucking no.”

She was silent again as she processed what he just said. “What if he tries to contact me?”

“Tell him you are staying with a friend and you are not interested in seeing or talking to him right now. Let your supervisor and the building security at your work know he has no clearance to be visiting you and that you don’t want him on the premises. You don’t have to give a reason beyond a current safety concern.” He rationalized calmly.

Natalie felt silly at that moment. She worked in HR herself, and yet she was here depending on Nick to help her make an action plan and solve her problems. ‘You’re too old to be depending on someone else to help fix this shit.’ She thought bitterly.

“Natalie.. Stop.” Nick sighed through the phone. “I can practically hear the gears in your head shifting on my end. I know you don’t want me involved in all of this.. Ok? I know, but I am now and I’m not staying out of it when it comes down to your safety. I don’t care if this is a once or twice thing that he’s shown physical aggression towards you. The fact that he felt comfortable enough to slip up and show that side to you is reason enough for me to keep you safe from him.”

She knew he was right. Something felt off with Mark. There was a malicious vibe that he was giving off when she attempted to set her boundary with him firmly. His mask had slipped and she saw something ugly under the surface staring back at her before he destroyed her gift.

“Ok.. ok.” She said, breathing a few times to calm herself. “I’m going to let my supervisor know that I’m taking the rest of the day today and tomorrow off due to a stomach bug.. He shouldn’t say anything against that.. I’ll call you when I get to my apartment and get my stuff packed, ok?”

“Ok, and Natalie?”

“Yeah, Nick?”

“I love you. It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. We’re going to be ok. Once this is done and over with, he’ll never be able to bother you again. I swear on it.” Nick said firmly.

And the double meaning to that last part wasn’t lost on Natalie.. Mark would either leave her alone as the law ordered him to in the end.. Or he would be forced to one way or another by other parties..

“I love you too.” She said back, smiling slightly at the sound of his chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He insisted, sounding happy and relaxed again. “It’s just.. When you say it back to me, it makes me happy. That’s all.”

She felt her cheeks flush and her own grin take over. “Well, you make me happy and give me butterflies too when you say you ‘love me’.”

“Yeah I tend to have that effect on people.” He brags jokingly, before saying, “But only you have that effect on me, babe.”

The call ended and she sat back with a loud sigh. It was time to start handling this shit now before it got worse.

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Natalie was beyond happy when her supervisor suggested she take the next week off to get her affairs in order. It was an extremely difficult conversation to have, but one that needed to be addressed. Her cheeks were still flushed red with embarrassment over how she had broken down crying while spilling her situation to her boss.

Fred Matthews was a kind man and one too good for the cut throat business they worked for. Often someone who reminded her of her own father, she was relieved when he offered her sympathy for her situation and assured her, “Natalie, you have my word that Mark Collins will not ever be allowed to step on company grounds again. We’ll update security for the building to have him on the ban list. And this situation? We’ll be sure that no one takes part in gossiping about it. If you hear anything indicating so, please let me know and we’ll take action. Domestic violence is not a joke.” His eyes were burning with anger as he spoke to her calmly.

They set up a game plan which gave her a week of work while he excused her for a family emergency. During that time, she would have the opportunities to change the locks on the apartment, update her apartment’s building security on not allowing Mark on the premises, file a PFA, and meet with her divorce lawyer.

Nick was anxious about the whole situation as well. As soon as she got out of her meeting and packed her office away, he was calling to see if she was ok.

He called again sometime after she spoke with her building manager, got the locks changed on her apartment, and updated building security.

She felt bad over how worried he was about the situation. “Nick, baby. I am finishing up packing my last bag now. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“I know.. I’m sorry. I have been going crazy waiting here for you. I keep waiting for you to call and something bad happening again.. Are you sure you don’t want me to come over and help you finish packing?” He pleaded.

“Nick.. I can’t allow that. I am almost done, ok? 30 minutes.” She sighed.

He was silent on the other end and she worried for a moment that he hung up. “Ok.. Just.. Nat, know that you don’t have to do this alone. I know you worry about what others will think about you or say, but honestly? Who gives a fuck? Your marriage is over and you’ve been all but legally single for months. You know that and your lawyer will argue that too in court when they bring forward how he was the one to not only break his vows to you, but also was stealing money from accounts that he did not have his name on or access to. You don’t have to walk alone and I am not letting you do that anymore.”

She nodded and wiped her eyes that were beginning to tear up while he spoke. She knew he was right, but she just wanted to divorce quietly and not attract additional attention - much less from media given who Nick was and did as a professional. An NFL player having an affair with a married woman over 12 years his senior? Yeah that would make a great news story.

She knew if they made it long term, they’d go public and her age would be picked at, but being labeled an adulteress was not something she was keen on - especially by people who didn’t know the circumstances for why she and Nick grew close and started the affair.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I’m making you feel like your support isn’t needed. It is. You’ve done so much for me, Nick.. so much. And I’m thankful you’re in my life and came when you did. Thank you.” She said tearfully.

“You’re welcome, Nat. Anything for you.” He said back. “I’m holding you up on finishing up. I’ll let you go and I’ll see you soon. I have burrito bowls made up for dinner tonight. Hope that’s ok.”

“Absolutely,” She said cheerfully. “You know I love Mexican food. I love you and I’ll see you soon, ok?”

“I love you too. Drive safe and call if you need anything.” He insisted.

After the call ended, she quickly finished packing up. Just as she was getting ready to carry both duffle bags and her backpack out of the bedroom, she stopped for a moment and slid both her wedding ring and engagement ring off her finger. Looking down at them, for a moment, she contemplated just how freeing it would be to no longer be Natalie Collins. Soon, she would be Natalie Romaine once more.

“I won’t miss you.” She mumbled to the set and dropped them into the jewelry box on her dresser.

Heaving her bags up in both hands, she exited the room, gently kicking the door shut after her.

After she closed the apartment door and made sure to lock it securely, she sighed once more. Staring at apartment 113 made her think back to the first time she ever bought this place, newly wedded and in her 20s. She dreamed of hosting dinners here with colleagues she would meet and befriend. Maybe the spare room they used initially for home office work would someday be converted into a nursery. She had so many dreams and so many plans.

Looking at the same door now, she felt nothing but melancholy. This place brought her pain. Many nights alone and crying. Coming home to an absent husband and eating dinner on her own, the silence being her only companion. Dinners left in the microwave that went uneaten. Bottles of wine consumed on the couch as she cried to her friends about Mark. And Mark and her arguing about his absences and rumored infidelity.

The only good thing that came from that apartment in the last few years was her drunkenly messaging Nick in her bathroom.

Funny enough that was the changing point to everything and more.

She knew she’d be back here in about a week or so to get more belongings and get her mail. However, she wasn’t keen on the aftermath of Mark’s freakout when he realized that she cut him off from access to not only her apartment, but all of her financial accounts that weren’t joint accounts. She was going to leave him to drown in his mistakes. Her sympathy for him was non-existent.

After making her way down to the parking garage and loading up her stuff, Natalie got into her car and headed out to Nick’s place.

Things had a funny way of moving both fast and slow at the same time. Mark’s freakout in her office was only mere hours ago, but it felt like days to her. Her decision to divorce was only a few weeks ago, but it felt yesterday.

Time was a social construct after all, and it left Natalie disoriented with the actual time passed between events in her life.

She knew, however, that no matter how disorienting time and reality was for her currently, Nick was the one thing to anchor her to reality. She decided then, that going forward, she’d make sure he knew that his presence was appreciated and wanted.

If not for him, she would have never made the move to end her marriage.

Love was strange.

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Nick was waiting for her in the parking garage at his apartment complex. She called him just as she pulled in the parking garage.

She was surprised with how quickly he made it down to her just as she pulled her car in next to his Tesla.

She turned the car off and was unbuckling her seatbelt when Nick opened her car door for her and pulled her into a hug as soon as she got out.

She happily sighed as she snuggled deeper into his embrace. She felt warm, safe, and loved. In his arms she felt like she was home.

He buried his head into her neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume and pressing a kiss against her pulse. He pulled back just enough to press a kiss to her lips, groaning slightly when she nipped his lip playfully. He opened his mouth and squeezed her ass playfully as her tongue slipped in to play with his.

After a few moments, they separated, both gasping slightly and grinning at each other.

“Man, it’s only been two days since I got to touch you and it feels like it’s been an eternity.” He complained. “I kept checking the time on my phone and double-checking my messages and calls to make sure I didn’t miss any calls from you.” He admitted with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Awww. My bear was feeling needy.” Natalie cooed, playfully poking his cheek.

Nick pretended to bite her finger and instead captured her hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it and staring at her lovingly. “I was. I hate being away from you for more than a day.”

“I missed you too.” She bit her lip. “I am happy that I’m finally here now though. In fact,” She gestured behind herself, “wanna help me get this stuff upstairs and we can eat? I’m starving.”

Nick nodded and moved to the trunk of her car. “Pop it and let’s go.”

She popped the trunk and moved to help Nick, pouting when he gently swatted her hands from the bags. “I can carry one, Nick.”

“Nah it’s fine. I got the duffle bags. You can carry the backpack and purse.” He insisted.

“Ok.” She backed off on that, knowing Nick was definitely not letting her lift anything above 5 lbs at this point. And honestly? Compared to her, those duffle bags probably felt light as a feather to him. Why throw her back out when he had no problem lifting them?

In the elevator, Natalie turned to stand in front of Nick and wrapped her arms around his waist, she nuzzled her head into his chest, stopping to press her ear against the left side of his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heart beat.

Nick said nothing and allowed her to do so.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened to his floor, he looked down at Natalie with a smile. “You’re home, Nat.”

She smiled back at him and they headed for the apartment’s front door.

After making it inside, Nick gently sat her bags down and took the backpack from her as she shrugged it off.

“I hope I didn’t overpack.” She joked as she sat her purse down on the coffee table. “I put so much stuff in them.”

“Well,” Nick stretched his arms outward, “You could bring all your stuff here if you wanted. If anything, you probably won’t be wearing half of your pajamas anyways. You know that.” He shot a cheeky grin her way.

Natalie shoved him playfully as she made her way into the kitchen, him following after her, no doubt eyeing up her ass in the leggings she was wearing. “You have a one track mind.”

She knew what he meant though. The nights she spent over usually ended with them sleeping naked or next to practically nothing. Nick was a skin contact person and loved to have Natalie’s nude form pressed into him.

She never slept that way before and was extremely shy the first time it happened, but over the last couple of months she had grown accustomed to it.

Nick had wandering hands a lot too. They would be laying in bed, completely spent after lovemaking and she’d feel his hands smooth up and down the slope of her back and lower body.

When they laid snuggled together, his hand would trace circles on her hips or knead gently into her stomach area. He’d plant kisses on her shoulder and neck and nuzzle into her.

She realized that his love language was touch. They didn’t always have to verbally communicate what the other needed.

One evening, when she stayed over, she spent time on her computer responding to emails she missed the day prior.

Nick, who was watching game film on the other side of the couch from her, had gotten up without a word and came back with a cup of hot chocolate made for her.

After pressing a kiss to her head, he went behind her and gently kneaded her shoulders.

Back to the present, he was warming up the burrito bowls his professional chef had made for them. Knowing Natalie would be staying with him for a while (or indefinitely if he could get her to seriously consider it), he went ahead and asked his chef to start doubling the prep amount.

Natalie was snacking on a bag of tortilla chips near the island counter. She went ahead and poured herself a glass of red wine and was sipping on it as she absentmindedly watched Nick finish warming up the food.

Between bites, they chatted about how Nick’s practice was today. At one point, he lamented about one particular reporter, Grant Cohn, and how much of a pain in the ass he was every time he was there with the press.

“He baited Kinlaw into an argument and then tried to use it to escalate shit further. I don’t understand how this man still has a press pass. It doesn’t help either that he’s constantly trying to egg on players with his articles, video titles, and tweets. The man is just looking to get his ass kicked so he can sue. He’s a weasel.” Nick grumbled.

“Did your coach push to get his pass revoked? Surely there’s some type of repercussion for this guy?” Natalie wondered.

“I don’t know. I know Shanahan was pissed about the whole thing. He was mad about how Grant Cohn hides behind his daddy any time shit hits the fan.. And he was mad as hell at Kinlaw for engaging with Cohn. None of us like Cohn. For a guy who’s supposed to be a Faithful, almost all of his content is just him shitting on us left and right.”

“I don’t follow sports journalism much.” Natalie started to say, stopping to ponder for a moment, “They use a lot of yellow journalism tactics similar to political media journalists and gossip/mainstream entertainment journalists.”

“Yellow journalism?” Nick wondered aloud. “What makes something yellow journalism?”

“Didn’t you study communications in college?” Natalie teased.

He chuckled at that, “Yeah well I was a good student, just doing enough of my school work to keep good grades and my place on the team. Beyond that, I didn’t really delve too much in my studies. I kind of regret that now. In a couple years I’d like to go back and finish my degree with Ohio State.”

“I get it,” She said, taking a sip of wine, “Yellow journalism is when journalists engage in exaggerated or false content without actual evidence or citation. Meaning, they can spread gossip and allege an anonymous source, but there is really nothing concrete to prove their claims are true.”

“Like fake news?” Nick asked.

“Yep.” She said, “Exactly that. Yellow journalism is lazy journalism. It’s a shame too because there are amazing journalists out there that do a lot of work for their communities and sometimes even sacrifice their safety and career security to publish pieces. Not all journalists partake in yellow journalism, but it’s enough that the opinion on the profession has gone to shit by the general public.”

“You know a lot about this.” Nick raised his brow in interest, listening to her explain things.

“My dad was a local journalist.” Natalie smiled sadly. “He wrote an expose that caused a shit storm back home. I was a kid growing up, but I remember us having to leave our house due to the media wanting to interview him. He spoke with many victims that were former patients of a nearby state-run mental hospital. Many of those victims or their families spoke to him over a series of a few years in which he gathered and published a damning story about the various forms of abuse that were going on there and being left undocumented, and how the administration were committing health insurance fraud.” She stared absentmindedly at the glass.

“Wow.” Nick said, impressed by what he was hearing, “Your dad sounded like a great man, Nat.”

She smiled sadly at him. “He was. I miss him everyday.”

Nick reached his hand over and grabbed hers gently. He gave it a comforting squeeze and said, “I’m sure your dad would be super proud of who you’ve become. I can’t imagine how anyone wouldn’t be.”

Natalie smiled back at him and lifted his hand up, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of it. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anytime.” He smiled.

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At some point they had made it into the shower.

Nick wasted no time in pressing Natalie up against the shower well, lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist. He moaned loudly as he pressed his lips roughly to hers, prodding her lips to open up so he could dive inside.

Natalie gave him entry, her hands making their way up, around his neck, and into his hair, tugging at the brown tuft at the top of his head.

“Fuck.” Nick gasped as he pulled away from her momentarily. He eyed her up for another moment or two before moving to press his face into her neck. He sucked a few hickies on her collar bone area, knowing they had to be in places she could hide a little easier.

He adjusted her position so he could grind his hardened erection into her core. The spray of water against his back, couple with the steam of the shower and Natalie’s panting felt like a warm fever dream that he didn’t want to come out of.

“Please.” She begged. “Please fuck me.”

“You want it?” He teased her, “How bad.”

“So bad.” She pleaded. “Please, please Nick.”

Nick pretended to think for a moment before grinning devilishly at her and bring his one arm in front of him, his other supporting Natalie’s weight.

He grabbed his cock and tapped it on her pussy a few times, listening to her breath hitch when he did so. Lining up at her entrance, he pressed himself in and immediately moaned at the sensation. “Fuck,” He grunted as he continued to thrust into her, finally buried as much as he could be in this position. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” He rolled his eyes upwards in pleasure when he felt her squeeze around him tightly.

Natalie was no better, her head was thrown back, mouth agape, as she was gasping at the amazing sensation of being so full.

Nick was above average in size. Even fully clothed you could tell he was packing down there.

No matter how many times they fucked, it felt like the first time all over again. He was big all over and it took a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of his cock entering her.

As he started to thrust shallowly, Nick kept his eyes glued to Natalie’s face. “Baby, look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Natalie did as he demanded and stared at him with hooded eyes, “Hmm?”

Nick bit his lip and smirked for a moment as he picked up intensity and momentum, his free hand moving to rub her clit. “If only you could see yourself right now.” He taunted. “So drunk off my cock. You love it don’t you?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, unable to articulate words in that moment.

“I love this pussy so much,” Nick gasped. “Your tight, pretty pussy. So soft and so sweet. It’s my pussy, right?”

“Mhm.” She hiccuped.

“Tell me, Nat. Whose pussy is this?” He suddenly jerked his hips forward with one particularly rough thrust.

“Yours!” She cried out.

“That’s right, baby.” He grunted.

Suddenly he stopped thrusting and lowered Natalie onto her wobbly legs, being careful to support her as she stared at him in confusion. “Why did you stop?” Her legs were shaking from how electrified her body felt. She was horny and wanted to finish getting fucked.

Nick pressed a kiss onto her lips, reaching his hand out to pinch one of her nipples as he did so. He pulled back and gave her a commanding look. “Turn around.”

Natalie blinked but did so. “Nick?”

He adjusted her stance and lined himself back.

She knew right then and there what he wanted to do. “Please.”

Nick pushed in and got to work. His thrusts were hard and rough, just the way he knew Natalie liked him being.

He was in awe as he stared at her form from behind. His hands were holding her waist as he pounded her, watching the way her ass shook with each thrust, the dimples in her back more pronounced as she arched his into each thrust, hungry for me. She had her head thrown back with her light brown hair tossed over one side of her shoulder, its soaked strands sticking to her skin as she pressed her chest into the cool tile in front of her.

Nick was mesmerized at the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her with the shaking of her ass in tandem.

His hand let go of her waist and he smoothed his hand over her right ass cheek, careful in lining his hand up just right. He wanted it to sting the way she liked it, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

She knew what was about to come and moaned louder as her hand reached down to rub her clit. Had they not been in the shower and soaked from the water, she was certain her wetness would have dampened her thighs with how turned on she was.

Without warning, Nick’s hand clapped down on her ass cheek, making her cry out loudly. He did it three more times, stopping to rub the reddened skin each time.

“Fuck..” Natalie moaned.

“You like that?” Nick egged her on.

“Yesss.” She whined. “Pound me, baby. Please, please, please. I want it so fucking bad.”

That was all Nick needed to hear.

He picked up his pace, pounding into Natalie from behind as his hands gripped her hips tightly.

He was balls deep in her, head thrown back when he felt her suddenly squeeze around him tightly as she tensed up.

He continued to throw rough thrusts forward into her, letting her ride out her orgasm as he felt the familiar tell-tale signs of his own orgasm building.

“Fuck..” Natalie whined at the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling super sensitive as Nick kept thrusting into her, it was so intense. “Cum for me, baby.” She pleaded. “Give it to me.”

“You want it inside?” He checked with her, his words coming out winded as his thrusts started to falter with the stutter of his hips.

“Hmm.” She moaned, her head turned to look back at him with pleading eyes. She bit her lip and nodded. “Feel me up. Give it to me, baby.”

Nick moaned loudly at that and felt the familiar band of pleasure snap, his vision going white for a few seconds as he pressed himself tightly into Natalie, feeling his cum shooting streams into her. His hips reflexively thrusting through it.

After a few moments, he leaned forward and pressed his head into the crook of her shoulder. He pressed a few kisses there, panting against her neck. He stood back up carefully, and pulled his spent cock free from Natalie’s warm heat. He hissed at the sensation, but quickly turned his attention to the cum slowly dripping out of Natalie’s opening.

He reached forward, scooping some of it up and pressing his fingers into her, in a way to shovel it back in.

“Hmm.. what are you doing?” She giggled, her hips wiggling at the sensation.

“Didn’t want any of my guys to go to waste.” Nick answered back, faking seriousness before breaking into a silly grin.

“Your guys?” She asked him, shooting him a look over her shoulder.

“My swimmers.”

“Nick, you know I’m on birth control, right?” Natalie asked seriously.

“I know. Doesn’t mean a man can’t dream.” He answered her seriously, staring directly at her as he said it.

“You want kids with me?” She asked in surprise, turning around to face him.

“I want everything with you.” And he meant it. “You could wake up tomorrow and tell me you want a baby. I’d give it to you.”

“Nick.. a baby is a big responsibility. I mean.. You’re young and you have a whole career that requires a lot out of you.” She said gently.

“Natalie… there are people younger than me who do my job and have kids. Hell, there are guys coming out of high school and into college, that want to go pro and do, all with kids and a girlfriend.” He said with frustration. The age situation was for sure a touchy subject for him. “I’m just saying that if you want a baby someday, then I do too.”

“There’s always a chance that you might change your mind later,” She said, trying to be careful in her word choice, but knowing that what she just said hurt him a bit from the flash of pain in his eyes.

“Natalie.. I’m not Mark. I didn’t change my mind the night I found out you were married and invited you over. I didn’t change my mind when I took you on dates and canceled my plans with teammates to be with you instead. I didn’t change my mind when I decided to tell you I loved you and asked you to divorce Mark. I have never changed my mind. I am here. I will be here tomorrow, next week, and forever as long as you’ll have me. I’m not changing my mind. I want you.” He said, frustration and pain clear on his face.

She nodded and reached up to cup his face with both hands, forcing him to look into her eyes when he tried to turn his head.

Even in the water, she could tell his eyes were tearing up slightly from the frustration. She gently wiped the tears away and smiled up at him sadly. “I’m sorry, Nick. I keep making you feel like you’re just a kid and it’s not fair. I’ll continue to work on changing the way I look at things. It’s hard sometimes, I won’t lie. I’m just so scared of stuff going to shit before we can even get off the ground properly… Right now, I don’t have plans to have a baby,” She watched him nod and could see the disappointment just briefly in his eyes before he schooled his expression, “But someday when I’m ready and we are no longer having to be together in the shadows from others, I’d want one with you too.”

He smiled at that and pressed his forehead into hers. “I’d do anything for you, Natalie. I fucking love you.”

She smiled back, staring into his eyes, enamored with the pure look of want and love in his eyes, “I love you too, Nick. So fucking much.”

They stayed like that for a few more moments, basking in the comfort of the other’s company.

Natalie was scared for Nick’s reputation and future. She knew they’d have to talk more about it another time, but a baby just wouldn’t be a good idea at the moment for either of them.

While drying off and watching Nick brush his teeth, her hand instinctively went to her abdomen, pressing into it as she thought about it. ‘Yeah.. not now.’

Life, however, had other ideas on the matter.

#nick bosa fanfiction #Nick bosa imagines #Nick bosa fanfic #one kiss series

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babblingeccentric · 1 year

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Marco NSFW ABC headcanons

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

He's attentive and sweet about cleaning you up but he really isn't a fan of pillow talk. He wants to sit quietly in the peace of post orgasm and stare out the window maybe have a rare smoke. He'll cuddle you if you ask and are quiet about it.

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

He likes his legs. And his chest. And his wings.

He'll lie and say he's a tits man but what he really likes is his partner's face.

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

It's vaguely sweet since he eats a lot of fruit and he likes coming on your thighs and stomach

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

Doesn't really have any. He's private about his sex life compared to a lot of other guys because he doesn't brag but he doesn't really feel shame about his sexual desires. I do think he'd be a little ashamed of having a partner much younger than him in a relationship. He doesn't want people to think he's taking advantage of you, even if he does find your ingenue vibe very attractive

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

Very experienced but you don't know it until you get him into bed. He doesn't like to brag. His previous conquests will do that for him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes it when you're on your back on the bed or the desk or the counter and hes standing up

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

Slightly more to the goofy side, simply as a way to defuse the tension. He likes to make his partner feel comfortable. He also just doesn't take stuff too seriously.

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

He doesn't have a lot of body hair and his bush kinda matches his head hair and looks like an upside down palm tree. Don't laugh at it he'll get cranky

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

He tends to have more casual sex than actual relationships, and he's not really a super romantic guy either. I think his love language is quality time. Anyway I think he's a good lover he's just not very intimate or romantic about it usually. I think the intimacy is more something that evolves naturally from when he keeps coming back if I'm making sense

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Usually does it in the shower because it's the most reliable time and place that he gets left alone. Somebody's always asking him to reattach their pinky or look at their weird rash on this ship

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Brat tamer. He likes a little challenge to his authority. And an excuse to punish.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is a classic but due to aforementioned vying for his time anywhere with a lock on the door is his preference. Some people on this ship don't know how to knock.

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

He really likes it when you get dressed up all nice for him. He likes a little insubordination too.

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

He's not into any serious edgeplay where he has to be super careful about managing your safety- breathplay, suspension, knife or gunplay, cutting or whipping, stuff like that. He also hates if you do something just cause it gets him off. It's important to him that you're just as into it.

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

Eats pussy absolutely spectacularly and enjoys it, it's an open secret among the nurses who absolutely take advantage. Can appreciate a good blowjob as a quick and easy way to get off but he doesn't like to suck dick very much himself.

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

Tends toward hard and steady but a little on the slow side. He likes to take his time with good things in life.

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

Like I said he likes to take his time, so he's not huge into quickies. But if a partner initiates one he's not going to say no.

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

He doesn't like super risky kink where he genuinely has to worry about harming you. However he does like making you struggle to be quiet so you don't get caught. He's pretty game to experiment otherwise though.

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

Can last a good while but he's too old cum more than once an hour these days.

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

He's got one or two, a Fleshlight and maybe a vibrator or dildo. He usually uses them on himself but if a partner shows interest he'll use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Definitely a bit of a tease. He likes taking his time and making a partner beg for it before finally giving it to them. But he can also be pretty giving and indulgent it honestly depends on his mood.

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

He's a pretty quiet guy naturally. He'll grunt and moan softly and swear a little. But he's not usually very loud or talkative.

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

Generally a top, and was pretty strict about it when he was younger but he loosened up a bit as he got older. Now he'll bottom very occasionally if he's in the mood for it and it's pretty spectacular.

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

He's got chicken legs despite them being his strongest body part. He shaves his chest hair so his tattoo is visible. Respectably average dick. Uncircumcised. Used to have a tan line from his stupid anklet. Still has a sandals tan.

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

Pretty average. It's not high but it'll keep you satisfied.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

One of those weird guys who doesn't get sleepy after sex. He likes to just sit quietly and stare out the window. He prefers a partner that falls asleep immediately because then he gets his peace and quiet. And he likes to watch his partner sleep because he thinks it's cute.

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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Blackwater IV

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: A hit of smut... Finally!

A/N: Last chap of the year and we're doing amazing! Well, them. Not me. Sorry...

It was sunny outside. Her head no longer throbbed. She had slept for seven hours straight. The room smelled of pancakes, bacon and coffee. The air was just the right temperature. The carpet was soft under her toes.

It was all embarrassingly perfect. He was perfect. Why was he so perfect? Where was the trick? Well, actually, she already knew what the other side of the coin was, but at that moment, thanks to her omega in full hormonal turmoil, it didn't even seem so bad to her.

Smell good. Home. Safe.

She took a bite of bacon absentmindedly and she continued to look without even being discreet at the portion of the bathroom that she could see from the couch in the bedroom, where Roman was getting ready. He'd been in there for half an hour and because of sleep, Y/N had missed the moment he got out of the shower, but he was still shirtless and the rest, even though he was already wearing his pants, wasn't hard to imagine. For a while he had kept his hair down, grooming the dark beard on which was beginning to make an appearance a few white hairs, and then tied them into a flawless hairstyle.

She honestly wanted to run her fingers through it. His hair. And the beard. He smelled of cocoa butter, coconut oil, clean, and while Y/N had her own ideas, her eyes and nose were still in place and he looked like a two-legged feast. That bothered her, more or less.

Mate. Mate. Mine.

She took another bite. A part of her, which was much noisier than usual that morning, wanted to bite something else and Y/N turned the mouthful between her teeth, following from a distance the movement of the muscles on his arms, the big shoulders rotating imperceptibly, the ink dark and shiny on the skin. He was so inexplicably slow, measured in everything he did, was it really necessary? Frowning, she swallowed the bacon and gripped her knees, pulse quickening and her belly warming as he rubbed his hands apart, the towel dabbing finger after finger.

His hands were so big…

Big. Strong. Good for us. Mate.

Her senses were amplifying faster than they should, she could feel the fabric on his palms, his fingertips and she was mesmerized staring at them, her omega inside her head complaining that she didn't feel them on her. On her… everywhere… the thought was enough to make her throb where it shouldn't. She felt hot and starting to feel her muscles tingling. She wasn't at the point of no return, but her smell had to be varied and that was enough for Roman to freeze from the bathroom. Y/N saw him pointing the sink, nostrils flaring and she stood up, quickly regaining control of her as she made her way to the private bedroom balcony.

It had been a split second, she had hardly noticed, why did he have to be so responsive when everything else was in slow motion?!

The air outside was cooler than inside, even a little wind was blowing, the season was changing and Y/N took the opportunity to catch her breath, drive the thoughts out of her mind and curse the omega that was there in her. "Great. Strong” as if those were any reliable methods of judgment, there were a lot of alphas out there with those characteristics and a handful of peanuts inside their heads. However, complaining wouldn't have helped much, he had smelled her, but she couldn't give in just for seeing him shirtless, all those absolutely unnecessary muscles wouldn't have changed her condition. They weren't going to change the fact that she was stuck in something she didn't choose.

- Get dressed, you come with me today. – she heard him say and turned to look at him again as he settled back on the couch, taking a sip of coffee.

Didn't he come close? Not even a comment? And yet he had smelled her… why hadn't him snapped? And what was this story now?

- I already said that I don't like being dragged around like a trophy – she reminded him, seeing him grin.

- Don't worry, I don't cut ribbons. Im the head of the table. The Tribal Chief. – he clarified and although he said it in an amused tone, Y/N felt something tighten inside her again.

He was so arrogant, self-confident… yet this time it wasn't just her she-wolf who was thrilled. The idea of not having to stay closed inside the borders was a pleasant news and the possibility of going a little further, even if with him, welcome. She needed to move, to keep busy, she wasn't used to that kind of life and maybe, maybe, Roman was realizing it. It was a meeting point, another compromise and so, even though she was still a little sulky and suspicious, she walked away from the balcony to go to the bathroom. Slowly she crossed the room without losing sight of him, while he was eating his breakfast, brown eyes following her, unable to detach themselves from her figure and when she was finally in his place, she closed the door with a small thud, just to remind him that it was a truce.

His low, husky laugh reached her through the door, making her bones vibrate.

***

Thoughtful as ever, the wise man was already listing things for the day as they reached the car waiting in front of the house's main entrance, but Roman was giving him half his attention at the moment, his eyes wandering over the figure of Y/N in front of him.

She hadn't looked too happy about spending the day with him, she certainly wasn't happy with the business she had to attend to, but she liked to go out and until then, to do so, she was even stayed good. Perhaps it was due to Naomi's reproaches or perhaps to that strange exchange they had the previous evening on the terrace, but that morning she seemed less inclined to jump down his throat at the first opportunity and more to keep an eye on him. She was taking measures, on everything and on him and strange as it was, considering that she was an omega and should simply submit, Roman was ready to accept the challenge. His wolf felt the senseless need to prove something to her, to show her that he was the best, to win her over and earn her respect. He wanted her for himself, he wanted her to say yes.

He saw her pull up beside the car, her attention on Heyman scolding the driver for who knows what and ran his eyes over to her once more. Her tied hair that swung down her thin neck and down her back, her neckline just deep enough, the small slit in the chemisier that showed off the only portion of her legs not covered by her boots.

Mine. Take. Mate. Mine. Mine.

Feeling him close, too close, Y/N turned to look at him, motionless and suddenly tense, while Roman ducked a bit, extending his arm. She didn't say anything, she didn't growl, but he still felt her instinctive warning to distance himself and a grin curled his lips as he unlocked the door for her to get into the car. Y/N huffed annoyed, evidently not finding the joke amusing, and for a second Roman saw her stalling, unsure whether or not to get on. When she finally convinced herself, he followed without waiting any longer, closing the door behind him with a smug expression.

She settled on the opposite side of him, her eyes already beyond the darkened window and her teeth racking for a second on the inside of her lower plump lip, the only sign of discomfort at the confined space or at what had happened.

- You smell good… but it was better what I smelled this morning. - he said with brutal honesty, staring straight ahead as he straightened his t and got comfortable on the seat.

He didn't want to start arguing again, this strange stillness between them, however cold, was still a starting point and allowed him some leeway without having to force his hand, but if she wanted to play that game, he would played his cards.

Y/N released the grip on her lip, hands folded in her lap, breath caught in her throat for a moment before regaining control. The expression, tenacious and unchanged.

She didn't get caught off guard that easily, but Roman was learning fast.

- Don't get too excited. You're not the first alpha I've seen, my omega likes big boys.

Annoyance hit him fully at that thought, but he chased it away with a grimace, soon turning it into a cocky smile.

They had spent too much time apart to expect otherwise. Those kinds of things happened when mates were reported at birth, with what went on around, were just tales now, Roman himself had vented his needs with more than one omega and even chose a mate for years. Of course it must have been the same for Y/N… and he didn't like the idea at all, but as much as his wolf growled, he couldn't change anything at that point. What he could do was see things for what they were: her, next to him, as she should have been and the thought was enough to widen his ego and foment the alpha that was in him.

- And none of your big boys was ever enough in the end.

Those puppets out there had had their chance, they had had a taste, but predictably, none had been able to keep his place, none had had everything, none had been on his level. Maybe someone had made an effort, who could tell, but the results had only been failures and for a reason that she knew too: she wasn't made for them. She was his and there wasn't a single alpha out there that could stand up to him.

- But of course you think you can do better after the bad start. - she poked, glancing him up and Roman stared back, as sure as ever.

- I'm already doing better babygirl. Because that's how it should be. - he announced seriously.

Everything in his life seemed to start off wrong, but over the years and experiences, Roman had learned. Perhaps he had fallen into the same mistake with her too, but he was already up and that time, in that circumstance, he would have stayed there. It was in his blood, Y/N was meant for him and there was nothing out there that could take it away from him, nothing and no one. Not even her.

- We are ready my Tribal Chief, can we…? Everything is fine? - The Wise Man broke in, scrutinizing his expression, when he finally reached them in the car.

- Let's move. - he nodded, while Y/N silently turned back to the window, her lip between teeth once more.

***

She didn't want to admit it, but she was fine. And it was weird. She had never spent so much time in one place without planning the next move, the next destination. Everything for most of her life had revolved around the idea of come back home, getting back at least a shred of what they had taken from her as a little girl and everything, or almost everything, had fallen in front of her when she should have done the last step. Her plans for the future hadn't changed, but for the first time ever Y/N was finding herself thinking about something else, what was around her and not how to leave it behind.

The Blackwater Reserve was an open-air memory. Scents, noises, pulsed in her belly, under her muscles and right into her bones, despite the fact that was the first time she was there. It was something surreal that she tried vainly to hate, already knowing he couldn't quite do it. It was tight to her, like an overly present family in which you always know you can find support and the surroundings didn't seem all that different. She had no idea how far they had come that day, she was almost certain they had crossed the border, or maybe one of them, yet everything looked the same. Everything looked familiar.

Curious, she entered what must have been a farm with open doors and walked along the whitish dirt road that ended next to a small group of wooden and sheet buildings. The outline of a muddy lake appeared beyond the fences, there was a cornfield, a shop with gaudy planters and a couple of dirty-bodied vans parked at random.

- Sorry ma'am - a child apologized hurriedly, darting alongside her and three others ran after him, busy doing who knows what.

- Slow down y'all! - bellowed a large boy with familiar features, perhaps someone distantly related to the pack, carrying a handful of fishing rods in his arms.

- It will be ready asap! – he shouted, turning to her and Y/N nodded with a smile, without really knowing what he was talking about.

- Thanks – she greeted, while he disappeared towards the lake.

There was a sense of community everywhere and it truly seemed that nothing could disturb the noisy peace. They all had each other's backs, they all knew each other and Y/N watched once more, remembering the days when she too would go running around, with other kids, making trouble and not thinking, among people who could have tell everything about her. It had lasted not enough and the rest of her life had been a constant shift, among jackals trying to take advantage of her nature and everything else. A twinge gripped her belly, but she shrugged it off, as she had learned all too well to do over the years and without anyone stopping her, she passed the vans and one of the buildings, walking down the lake bank for go and sit at a red table, which someone had set up in the direction of the small jetty. A few old men had taken their seats on it with buckets and faded cloth chairs, there was a couple trying to fit a huge catfish into a cooler, and you could hear the screams of kids somewhere. With the sun warming her, she sat there for a while, taking advantage of that pause to rest her heart, before someone set a plate down on the table next to her.

- Yanika makes the most tasty lime pie I’ve ever had - Roman admitted, sitting down next to her with a deep breath.

His scent still sent a nagging – and pleasurable – shiver through her bones, but she was getting used to having him around her and after spending half the day forcibly beside him, seeing him swoop in behind her had become less traumatic. She was getting used to him… she didn't want to think about it, not right now, she was on break from the world, but something else about him occupied her mind.

- Is everything okay? The meeting? – she asked dazed, seeing him smile, the huge body that seemed to relax in the sun of that day.

- You care about me now? – he asked provocatively and Y/N rolled her eyes, exchanging her slice of pie for his beer without a word.

- Just asking. You were so busy down there... and now you're here.

All morning they had done nothing but sort out and plan matters for the pack. They had gone a long way from the reserve, driving southwest, people following one after the other all the time, all of whom had something to say, to elaborate on, papers to deliver, handshakes to give. Y/N had stood in the distance, watching them one by one, sometimes without even getting out of the car, while Roman moved from one business to another calmly, tireless and detached, supervising everything while Heyman emptied a river of words over them, clauses, agreements and pleasantries. Despite everything, she was impressed by the way he navigated through those matters, accumulating and guaranteeing the best, without having too much trouble forcing his hand when necessary. It didn't change things between them, but Solo was right, he was an alpha worthy of that title and it seemed strange to her that he wasn't yet in that sawmill where they had stopped, but sitting there in the sun.

- We're done for today. The wise man will take care of the paperwork - he announced, hands folded on his lap - it's a boring routine, but some deals pay off well. If you want to browse ask him, you can read everything – he explained with a shrug and Y/N nodded, even though he had already closed his eyes to enjoy the sun.

- No, I'm sure it's a good deal if you approved. It just seemed strange to me that it took so little. – she said, swinging the beer bottle and for a moment there was silence between them, but Roman had reopened his eyes dazed by her answer and Y/N sighed.

She didn't even know why she said it. Well, she knew it, but… it was weird. She wasn't that kind of woman, she was born with the wrong scent and life had presented her with hard truths more times than necessary. She liked being in control, because as long as she was in control, she was safe and even though she'd never had the chance to handle certain business, she believed that maybe, maybe, if she was going to play the mate part, then she sure as hell wouldn't just stood by and watched. She appreciated that Roman had wanted to keep her updated, it was a nice gesture from someone who cared so much about his role and surely was taking a lot of effort from him, but she… she couldn't believe herself… she trusted him. His judgment on those matters at least.

- I have my opinions, about you and in general, but I recognize when someone does a good job and you make sure that everyone has something. Not fairly, of course, and with Paul pushing you up for more, but you do. So I'm sure this deal will also end well for you. – she admitted.

Y/N was aware that she was rigid in her ideas and she was sincerely trying not to spit fire and flames, because of this boycott of her personal freedom and her right to choose, but she was honest. She recognized merits and values when saw them and even if she had never had direct experience, what she had seen Roman do up to that moment was out of the ordinary.

- Us. – she heard him point out after nodding and she turned to look at him.

- You are my mate. - he repeated serious and something for the umpteenth time that day, inside her belly clenched, or maybe it was a little higher than her belly. Too up.

Mate. Home. We. Mate.

The last person with whom she felt part of something bigger was her father. Hadn't ended well and the rest of her life had been a lonely wandering. Pathetic, sad, even for her who had lived through it. She'd never cried over herself, she had something else to do with her time and keep her mind busy, but after all those years… it was all coming back to her. And even if Roman was saying it for other reasons, even if that wasn't really the truth, even if they really weren't a real thing, Y/N found herself thinking that it was nice for once not to be alone.

For a moment she felt like she was stuck with all the rest, there, on that faded red chair, digging for who knows what, in the look that Roman was giving her without doubt or hesitation. She tightened her grip on the bottle and forced herself to keep going, chasing away thoughts with a bitter laugh, she didn't even feel like drinking beer anymore.

- You really like reminding me, don't you? – she joked, rolling her eyes.

- Mark my territory.

- Seriously, you don't even know if it's worth it.

- You left me the pie. Is worth. – she unexpectedly heard him reply and she couldn't hold back the amused sigh that welled up from her chest.

She had spoken seriously, putting him in front of the evidence once more, but she was happy that this time he had answered her with something more than a growl and an alleged right of possession on her.

- Only because wasn't a chocolate one. Or I would have bite your hand to take the plate – she retorted and Roman frowned at her, snatching another smile from her before even answering.

- Someone is too used to being a brat.

- Maybe. But I can. – she blew, an intense sense of warmth building between them without her even noticing it.

She saw a shadow cross his gaze, something Y/N had seen before, in many other alphas and which in all cases didnt bring a cordial chat, but for the first time since they had met, Y/N stayed in her place, waiting for his move.

The alphas, a bit like the omegas, had no half measures. Little was needed for them to snap, a word, a gesture, a smell, they could make them lose their minds and bring out their instinct to dominate. They were unstable, dangerous, on those occasions and Y/N had learned to deal with them despite everything even before understanding what risks she was facing. It had been her instinct, her she-wolf, to warn her and over the years, with experience, she had even taken some small revenge thanks to that side of theirs, but with Roman up to that moment she had used caution. She knew she couldn't hold his own if they were cornered, but they seemed to have established a truce in the last few hours and she was genuinely curious to know how far she could go. She didn't think she would need it in the future, she would soon find a way to leave, but she just wanted to know. She just wanted to test the waters.

And the water remained there, as well as Roman. He didn't move, didn't speak, only a smirk crept onto his lips and Y/N would have been genuinely amazed at that display of self-control, if something hadn't distracted both of them. Something round and filthy that had just rolled in front of her feet.

- Sorry maa…- squeaked the same boy she had met at the entrance, a catcher’s mitt in hand and wide-eyed, one of his boisterous friends behind him with the same expression.

Y/N took a few seconds to figure out why they had those faces and bobbing her head, she set down the still intact beer bottle to pick up the ball that had landed next to her.

Seriously? Did the children know him too? Heyman must have been running election billboards, there was no other explanation for that ridiculous popularity.

- Don't worry, the big bad wolf won't eat you. - she reassured him, while he took the ball back with a trembling hand, his eyes fixed on Roman who was just watching.

- I don't know, I haven't decided. - she heard him joking with brutal seriousness and the little one next to her stiffened, as if he was terrified of being really eaten.

- Ignore him. Go, but don't run. - she insisted and he nodded, his eyes still wide.

- Yes ma'am, thanks ma'am.

For a couple of yards he backed like a shrimp, slow and composed, but as soon as the distance was enough, Y/N saw him dart between the fences, vanishing with his friend, towards the trees beside the shop. She shook her head with heavy breathing and took back the bottle of beer, swallowing a sip with a grimace at the lack of obedience and veiled offense.

- Ma'am? I'm not that old, you older. Are you really laughing? - she complained as Roman jerked slowly in his chair, his eyes closed again in the sun.

***

Everything around her seemed to pulse, it was imperceptible, a flicker that disappeared with her every movement, but his wolf could see it. She was relaxed, she didn't look back, she even spoke and smiled. She had lowered her defenses, ignoring everything, to just be herself and Roman felt the irrepressible urge to follow her like he never had with anyone else. He had had other omegas, some even in their most delicate moment, some had awakened his impulses, satisfied his needs, but no one had ever attracted his attention like her. He was used to being in control, maintaining control and he was letting her do it without a complaint, for the pure sake of seeing her wander around and not raise that wall behind which she always seemed about to barricade herself. And he didn't mind.

Leaning against the garden porch, he watched her chatting with Naomi, a large bowl of fruits in her arms and a smile on her lips. She was at ease, she was joking and Roman took a sip from his glass, while she arranged without even thinking about the dishes of both of them, nibbling together with Naomi, Jimmy who had taken a seat at the grill wearing an apron. They looked like something out of a magazine, maybe not one that circulated in the local church, but that was a fault of the twins and the spankings they hadn't heard as kids.

- My Tribal Chief… I hate to interrupt…- the wise man muttered, emerging from behind him.

- Then don't. - Roman silenced him, his eyes glued to Y/N.

Heyman opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, struggling to be truly silent, his wineglass shaking in his pudgy hands. For a long moment he succeeded, but then he mustered the courage or maybe he just wasn't able to hold back and Roman felt him push himself beside him, his head dangerously close to his ear.

- I really don't want to, but since the situation now seems more propitious, I think its appropriate to talk about the Elders and-

- I will speak to the Elders when the time comes.

The Elders… he had nothing against them. They were the keepers of their memory, great men who deserved nothing but respect for having protected and made his family great, there were his uncles among those men, his father. But they were the past. He was the present, the future, and that particular account he just didn't feel like doing it. Less than all those made over the years.

- My Tribal Chief it's already been several days, if we keep postponing they might take it wrong. People talk, they might find out from others, that would be disrespectful and-

What?!

- Disrespectful? Take it wrong? Im in charge. Me. - he snapped suddenly, finally turning to look at him and Heyman lowered his head, the tension palpable.

- Of course my Tribal Chief.

This matter shouldn't even concern them, but he understood their reasons. What he didn't accept was being rushed or told how to act. He was the alpha, only him, they had to support and advise him when asked, but it seemed that the reality continued to elude them even after everything he had done, after everything he had guaranteed their family. And what should he worry about then? To offend them?

- Dinner's almost ready…- he heard Y/N say and shifted his attention to her, closing his eyes to calm himself as he realized that everyone was on high alert.

- I'll go check then. - the wise man slipped away quickly, while she nodded with a knowing look at him, her arms folded across her chest.

He didn't want to ruin the day with a scene, especially for something like this. He wanted a break, he deserved a break, the rest could still wait. When he finally regained control, Y/N was watching him, waiting and with a strange expression on her face.

Roman didn't know if she'd heard or not, didn't know how much that part of her was capable of —maybe they could have run together tonight — but she had stopped him as soon as his mood was about to fall and as much as Roman appreciated that gesture, he didn't wanted it to repeat itself. His mother had taught him to keep problems outside the walls of their house and so it should be.

- Everything is fine. - he assured, extending his hand without thinking about it.

As his fingers dug into her soft hair, a jolt shot through his arm until it hit him in the belly and he instinctively tightened his grip, suddenly aware that he had managed to touch her. He studied her in silence, while she stood looking at him from the bottom of those few inches that separated them and slowly Roman pulled her against him, forcing her to rest her forehead on his large chest.

Mate. Mine. Mine. Mate.

Y/N didn't say anything even at that moment, but Roman felt her fingers uncertainly brush the edge of the sweatshirt, his mind suddenly clouded by her scent, so close, so good. A rush of possession and heat shot up inside him, the violent urge to tighten his grip again, hold her against him and drop the glass that was occupying his other hand, to touch more of her. But he just lowered his head, rubbing his nose against her temple, inhaling her scent deeply, before running his thumb over her cheek and letting her go.

One compromise at a time. The rest had to wait.

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