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How They Confess
For the anon who wanted to know how the characters would confess their feelings, and how they would react if the reader confessed first.
This includes Jack, Will, Lizzie, James, Beckett, and Barbossa.
Jack:
Jack isn’t one to make a grand show of things, and if he’s to confess, it’ll be in a moment of simplicity. You’ll be curled up together in his cabin, warm and drowsy, soft light shining out from the lanterns. He can only admit it to you when he’s completely relaxed—he can hardly admit it to himself sometimes, how much he loves you. But he says it softly in your ear, and you’re more pleased than surprised, already tangled together in the sheets. Your brain’s a bit fuzzy anyway, and the full weight of it wouldn’t hit you until the next morning. But by then he’s up and out on deck, and you’re left with the knowledge that he really does love you after all.
If you’re the first to confess, Jack would be taken aback. He doesn’t expect you to love him, not really, so it comes as a bit of a shock to his system. It would take him some time to process, too, and he has to do some serious introspection before he can say it back. Love is a heavy thing in his eyes, and he’s not about to mess it up.
Will:
Though he can be bashful, Will is completely unashamed of his feelings for you. If you’re of the same social station, he’ll simply tell you how he feels by taking you out for a walk along the oceanfront. If you’re too far above him on the social ladder, he’ll keep his feelings to himself, though they shine through with all the things he does for you to make life easier and more convenient.
If you speak up first, Will’s a little embarrassed, but in a good way. He feels a little guilty for not saying anything, but quickly gets over it; he’s just happy you feel the same, and that you’re comfortable enough in your affection to tell him. He likes that you can own it—not everyone is attracted to blacksmiths. Besides, hearing the words from you is just the confidence boost he needs.
Elizabeth:
Elizabeth wants to make her confession as perfect as she can. She does it over a nice dinner, just the two of you, and she’s pulled out the candles for the occasion. She’s a romantic at heart, and wants to have the right atmosphere in which to tell you how she feels. She’s really one for the aesthetic. It’s honestly rather cute, the effort she puts in, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.
If you’re the first to confess, Lizzie is just delighted. She has butterflies for days, and be prepared for all the secret little messages dictated by high society. I’m talking fan-signals, flower language, the whole package. Even though she loves you earnestly, and even though you know both know it, she’s absolutely going to make the most of the courtship process and all it entails.
James:
We all know how awkward James is about confessing his feelings. He’s been rehearsing for days, and is almost too anxious to do it in the first place. He’s afraid of coming off too strong, and overanalyzes every interaction you’ve had together. He ensures the setting is both pleasant and proper, and though it may seem a little stiff, you’re aware the confession is genuine. That being said, the moment you indicate the feeling is mutual, his composure cracks and he gives you that huge smile he tries so hard to hide.
If you beat him to it, he’d be shocked. Not only is he surprised that you made the first move, which is so expected of him, but he honestly had no idea you felt that way about him. It takes him a good long time to find the right words to tell you he feels the same, and you’ll have to be patient as he recovers from his astonishment.
Beckett:
This man is never, ever, going to admit to loving you. He won’t even let himself think about his affection for you. In all truth and honesty, he’s terrified of his feelings, seeing them as a weakness that someone will figure out and exploit. He’s also afraid you won’t feel the same way. How could you? It would take a serious moment of vulnerability—either when something awful happens to you, or when you show him honest tenderness. Either way, it’s completely unexpected and almost unbelievable…until you see the fear in his eyes and realize it’s the truth.
If you make the first move, Beckett doesn’t think you’re serious. He’s willing to play along, but he figures you want something from him. So he brushes it off, though your words linger in his mind for days after. He’s probably in his office doing paperwork when it hits him that you were being completely serious, and he’s absolutely overcome by it. He makes sure to explain himself when he sees you next; he just didn’t think someone could feel that way about him.
Barbossa:
Barbossa is, if nothing else, a gentleman at heart. Again, this will likely be a dinner confession, though Hector isn’t nearly as anxious as Elizabeth might be. He’s been around a while, and he’s really only going to say anything if he’s fairly certain you’re interested. He also isn’t offended if you reject—he completely understands why someone wouldn’t want to be with him. He’s relaxed about the whole affair so you never have to feel nervous over any of it. If it turns out you are interested, he’s going to treat you with perfect curtesy and warm affection.
If you’re the first to say anything, Hector’s a bit smug. He might be slightly sheepish that you beat him to it, but overall, he’s happy to hear you say it. He’ll tease you over it in good humor, though he knows you can give as good as you get. He’s secretly happy to hear you say it because he’s insecure about his age.
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Pretty whimpers
Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x [gn, amab] Reader
Summary: Luffy decides to make you company while you're on night watch... or that he needs your company, actually.
Tags: Edging / Whimpering / Clinging / Fingering / Penetration / Hes just a baby, rip
Requested by @akashababy
["Can you do Luffy x Top male reader"]
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You sighed as you leaned with your side against the couch, arms over the backrest, observing the moon—it was full, hanging in the dark sky among the shiny stars, reflected by the calm sea in trembling water. Nothing but darkness and stars were on the horizon, which would probably continue for the following hours, since Nami had chosen a peaceful location to spend the sleeping hours. It was a nice night, and you were used to the watch duty, so it would hopefully be peaceful, even if you weren’t exactly prepared for it, talking in terms of hours of sleep.
Silence took over, only interrupted by the familiar sound of waves against the ship's sides, gently rocking it, quiet enough for you to hear the ringing in your ears that resulted from all the loud mess during the day.
A sigh escaped your lips as you stretched a little, groaning, about to lie down on the couch when the hatch to the crow’s nest suddenly opened and made you stop in your tracks. It was predictable, somewhat, but you didn’t move at all while following the jelly-like form that Luffy always melted into whenever he was sleepy. His arms stretched and wrapped around you before he slowly dragged closer and groaned, burying his face in your neck.
You raised your eyebrows lightly before slowly wrapping your arms around him. “Luffy?” You poked his side lightly, but at the lack of response, you pressed a hand to his forehead to push him away enough to take a look at his face—he had a light frown on his features, mumbling incoherently. “Luffy? Babe, what are you doing here?”
Despite how Luffy didn’t say anything in response, you presumed that he’d been hearing you when he pouted in response. You sighed and nudged him a little more.
“Mmgh, I wanted to sleep with you,” he whined as he weakly tried to fight against your palm and nuzzle your neck again, but he still couldn’t do a lot.
“Yeah, okay, you sure do,” you sighed, narrowing your eyes lightly at Luffy. He pouted more, and his lips only returned to normal when you finally let go of his forehead and pressed some kisses to your neck; he could finally snuggle against you properly, happily. He mumbled something that tickled your skin, once again incoherent. You shook your head and exhaled softly, looking out the window once more.
It would all be okay if Luffy didn’t start squirming too much, wrapping his legs around your hips as he shifted and ground against you, and fuck, that’s what he was there for. If he’d wanted to sleep with you, he would’ve simply done it earlier.
“Luffy,” you mumbled with a sigh, moving your legs a little in an attempt to get him to react, and Luffy did, pulling you closer and sinking his teeth into your neck, right at a sensitive area. “Fuck,” you gasped and tightened your grip on him instinctively. “Damn it…”
Your protests fell deaf in his ears as Luffy kept biting on your neck, sloppily nipping and sucking on the same sensitive spot until you couldn’t help but push your hips up against his while cursing under your breath. He most likely left a mark behind—an exaggerated one—, but the sleepiness and arousal clouding your mind didn’t allow you to care about it.
“Mmph,” Luffy groaned and mumbled your name through a breath as he adjusted himself on your lap, hands meeting behind your neck and trailing into your shirt, rubbing the bit of skin he could reach. “Fuuuck,” he groaned; his cock ground perfectly against yours, making him shudder as his thighs tightened around you.
“Luffy—”
Lips pressed against yours, interrupting whatever you had to say and erasing the words from your mind until you could finally process the situation and start kissing Luffy in return. His kisses were always so messy and sloppy, and you always found yourself enjoying it, letting your lips move in sync with his own, even allowing his tongue into your mouth after it trailed along your bottom lip.
Luffy’s hands were on the back of your neck to hold your head in place and successfully deepen the kiss and snatch a throaty moan from you, given how intense it felt. Ah, fuck. You couldn’t resist it for longer, holding Luffy’s hips still and grinding against them, seeking more of that damn friction. Every nibble on your lips sent sparkles of pleasure running down your spine. He tugged on your lips with his teeth, sucked, and licked over the bite marks, all with his eyes closed, invested in making out in a way that you were barely able to keep up with.
“Please,” Luffy breathed, his eyebrows knitted together in the middle of his forehead. He kept grinding, not even bothering to meet your motions.
“You’re a problem.” A breath escaped your swollen lips as you slowly slipped your hands down, letting them rest on his ass to give them a light squeeze before you reached into his shorts’ pocket—the lube was there, as predicted. He lazily allowed you to undress him, helping at minimum, but he seemed a little eager when you were the one undressing, even allowing his eyes to crack open a little bit.
Luffy let out a long and hoarse hum, arching his back against the couch in the new position, and gasped at the cold air hitting his cock directly—it twitched, but not as much as it did when you traced his entrance with lubed-up fingers. He whined and arched his back just with it, groaning as he mumbled in a request for more, and you quickly granted it.
Two of your fingers pushed deep into Luffy—your initial intention wasn’t to finger him, but you decided to have some fun with him. Maybe a payback for disturbing your focus during the night watch. You were between his legs, bent over him, propped up by an elbow to observe his face while your fingers thrust in and out of his hole at a medium pace. His eyes remained closed despite everything, pressed shut as he moaned and squirmed with the new stimulus.
You curled your fingers, pressing them along his spongy walls until you found the spot that made him arch his back and curl his toes, and you didn’t hesitate to caress the spot. He looked so cute, squirming and whining, hands closing around nothing as he sought the support he couldn’t find.
“Fuck,” Luffy gasped, and his eyes rolled back into his head when your free hand now wrapped around his cock to stroke it in rhythm with your fingering. Your movements around his cock were a little restricted at first, but they soon became easier with the pre-cum that dripped down the tip, acting as a makeshift lube. His thighs quivered and threatened to close around your hands, but you managed to keep them apart with your elbows and hooking a leg over his.
The stimulation was clearly too much. Beads of sweat accumulated on his forehead already, and Luffy moaned through gritted teeth, clawing at the couch’s cushion. “Please, ‘m going… Mmph, ‘m close…” It was fast and predictable from Luffy, with all this stimulation. He cried softly, arching his back off the couch, but your hands withdrew before it was too late, resulting in cries from Luffy as the orgasm fizzled away. He squirmed, trying to seek more of what was already gone.
You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips, biting your lip as you guided Luffy back into place, rubbing circles into the inner sides of his thighs. “Was that good?”
“Mmph, I need you, you inside me, please,” Luffy babbled as he observed you through half-open eyes, thrusting his hips into the air as he tried to wrap his legs around you again.
“Okay, okay,” you mumbled with a nod. “I will.”
The lube warmed up against your hand before you wrapped it around your cock, groaning at finally receiving the much-needed touch, even if it was from yourself, for a brief moment. A breath slowly escaped your lips as you found a comfortable position between Luffy’s legs again, only letting the tip of your cock rest against his fluttering hole at first so that you could watch him squirm more in need. Cute. You couldn’t hold back for a lot longer, though.
Finally, you pushed your cock in, gasping at the warm feeling of Luffy’s walls squeezing your cock as it thrust into him, slowly building a consistent pace. He let out a long moan with it, his expression melting into something more relaxed as your cock sank into him, finally giving him the pleasure he wanted so much.
“That’s it,” you moaned. The pace was only interrupted when you shifted to get on top of him again, propped up by an elbow beside him and allowing Luffy to wrap his arms around your neck while you fucked him.
“Mmph, (y/n) feels so good,” Luffy mumbled, kissing the side of your face. He arched his back, and his legs were enveloping your hips again, keeping you there as you increased your pace a little.
“I think I needed this,” you breathed mostly to yourself and buried your face in Luffy’s neck to return the messy kisses and nibbles that he had left on your neck. His moans grew whinier, and he held you tighter, scratching your back as he tried to keep his grip on them, poorly trying to rock his hips with yours. “You feel so good, Luf’,” you mumbled against his neck, your free hand massaging and squeezing his thigh.
“Yeah,” Luffy whined, and his legs quivered when your thrusts grew more intense.
You took your time to take in every detail of Luffy. The way his walls squeezed your cock tightly, how his short nails dragged up your skin, his heavy breathing against your ear, desperate whiny moans, thighs tightening around your hips… It felt so good. Heaven after the usual stress.
Luffy’s breath caught in his throat, and you could only conclude that all the stimuli from earlier were catching up now, bringing his orgasm close easier than usual. You paid closer attention to his mannerisms this time, keeping thrusting until his sounds were a pitch-higher, and his grip was tighter around you, so you pulled out.
Once again, Luffy was left to the agony of a fading orgasm, squirming and clinging to you for the touch that never came. He let out a sound that resembled a sob, wrapping his arms tighter around you and burying his face in your shoulder. “(Y/n),” he whined, crying out softly, “please, please, please, I need it…”
“Poor thing,” you mumbled, stroking his thigh. The sudden interruption was uncomfortable for you as well, but you couldn’t help the urge to edge Luffy again. His cries, the pleading, the whimpering… It all stirred the arousal in your lower stomach in such ways. You could hold on for a little longer until the orgasm distanced itself away from Luffy just enough. “You’re doing so well,” you whispered against his skin, between soft kisses to his shoulder, which seemed to soothe him enough.
It felt like an eternity had passed when you guided your cock into him again. A shiver ran down your spine, and you could only imagine what Luffy felt as his walls clenched around your cock when it was completely inside him again. He gasped, clinging to you again and letting out a long moan as your new pace picked up faster than before. Your cock ran into him faster and more intensely as well, making your bodies gently rock whenever they met.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” Luffy mumbled into your ear, and you wondered if tears were escaping his eyes, given the wetness that accumulated where your faces were pressed together.
Even if you wanted to, you didn’t think you could stop this time. Luffy milked your cock so efficiently, and your orgasm was in the distance already, so all that you needed to do was seek it now.
The new angle of your hips made you hit a spot inside Luffy that made him go all tight around your cock, and his moans went a pitch higher all over again, signing that you were on the right path. Luffy’s hands went everywhere with it, scratching your back, holding the back of your neck, tugging on your hair, but he finally returned them to their original place on your back.
“‘M close, don’t stop, please,” Luffy insisted as his head fell back against the cushion.
“I won’t,” you reassured with a groan, gripping his thigh tighter. Your elbow was starting to burn from being pressed against the cushion for so long and because of the friction, but you were almost there. It wouldn’t stop you now.
Your nails dragged along Luffy’s skin, and he was cumming, crying out loudly as his cum painted the space between the two of you, all white and sticky. He came for a little longer than usual, and it was enough to trigger your own orgasm, which ran up your thighs and tightened the knot in your lower stomach before your load was shot inside Luffy. You kept thrusting, not caring about the mess it would make on the couch—it was too late to think about it—, just about how good it felt to finally release, to reach the peak of pleasure inside Luffy like that. Fuck.
“Babe,” you mumbled breathlessly, cupping Luffy’s cheek and kissing all over his face until finally kissing his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” The fuck made the sleepiness tug on your eyelids and muscles, making them heavier despite your remaining duty of watching the surroundings of the ship for any potential danger during the night hours. “I’ll kill you,” you muttered in aggressive affection, not caring that he was already mostly asleep while you still talked to him.
.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.
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Sidemen NSFW Alphabet | Harry Lewis
Little bit of Harry Lewis smut never did anyone any harm! Let my know whether you wanna see this for more Sidemen- who's next to write the NSFW alphabet for? Let me know, and in the meantime, enjoy this W2S pic:
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Sweet boy once all of the sex is done. Gives soft, chaste little kisses against your back and neck and lets you have a moment to recover whilst he runs a bath. Carries you to the bath and sits down before helping you get in with him- your back against his chest, his humming sending vibrations into your body whilst you sit in the comfortable waters, closing your eyes whilst he massages your scalp with shampoo... Super soft aftercare.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Made this headcannon before, but probably the tummy. You might be a bit insecure about it, thinking it doesn't look as toned as you want it to- but Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he loves it right where it is. He'd love resting his head on your tummy whilst your on the phone- just so that you can run your hands through his hair and make it all spiky and messed up whilst you talk, him just zoning out to the sound of your pretty voice and enjoying your presence... And sometimes just when spooning or cuddling, Harry reaches around to put his hand on your stomach- just liking the feeling of having something to hold. Always makes you laugh because it's kinda ticklish, but it never stops him from reaching around to touch his fave part of you- showering your stomach in affectionate kisses and rubs.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside you. Probs started the relationship with condoms but both of you felt it was too restrictive, so you got onto the pill- which was when Harry started his anti-condom phase, absolutely drunk on the feeling of cumming inside you- absolutely insisting to doing it every time. Life's never been the same for him since that.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Probably that he likes being dommed every so often. Sometimes he likes brat-taming, other times he just likes being able to be controlled- told to lie back, marked up with hickeys, get praised- sometimes even degraded. Oh god, this man would just love you being vocal in the bedroom. When he's on top and fucking you he's trying to make your neighbours remember his name. And when you're on top of him, hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing it just enough to have his head spinning, he'd want you to tell him how well he's doing, or say those degrading words that only added to the pleasure.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Definitely knows what he's doing, like, he isn't inexperienced per say. Can do it and leave you satisfied, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try new things. Would wanna discover different things with you just to see whether either of you like them... And probably has a few weird experiences that he brings up every so often as if "Being put in a gimp mask" is an ordinary thing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Depends on his mood- missionary is his all time favourite, but if he's in the mood for it, then cowgirl can't top it. He likes being able to see you- your face and the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts or you ride, when your on top. As we've established, when he feels like being dommed- nothing beats his hands on your waist, supporting each of your bounces whilst he watches your tits jump with each thrust- your hand also strategically wrapped around his neck so that you can lean forwards and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. And when he's horny and has the higher drive than you, he'll pin your hands above your head and pound you in missionary, his other free hand able to roam up and down your body- squeezing your chest or giving extra stimulation to your clit.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Generally, he's quite horny-brained and can only think of pleasuring the two of you. But sometimes, if you're riding and his mind wanders for a moment, he might just let out a "helicopter, helicopter... aaAA-" Which does indeed make you stop so that you can just burst out laughing at him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
There's hair down there. I think generally he's quite comfy with however it is, but occasionally he'll shave it down a bit so that it doesn't become a jungle down there. November's always rough, as he is an active participator in Movember. But as soon as December comes 'round, best believe that man gets SHEARED.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Really very loving. He's passionate and talks dirty when the two of you are clearly insanely horny- but often times he enjoys pressing soft kisses against your body and making eye contact to bask in that beautiful expression you always pull when you're pleasured. Very intimate post-nut as well- will help clean you, tell you that you were amazing, press loads of little chaste kisses to your body...
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Can have a wank if you're away doing something, but prefers to just go to you when he's horny. Doesn't like the thought of doing something sexual without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Hickeying and marking one another up. He loves pulling his shirt off at the end of the day and admiring the possessive marks you'd left across his chest. And he knew the both of you loved seeing those bright red markings across your collarbones and chest whenever he took your top off- and if there weren't any- he'd make sure you left with some.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed. It's comfy and he knows what he's doing there. Doesn't like doing it in other rooms because he it feels unnatural and isn't much of an exhibitionist- no, he's quite happy doing it in the bedroom where he's accustomed to whatever you want to do
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you doing anything that could be mildly sexual. Seeing you bend over to put the oven tray back in? He wants to fuck you bent over. Seeing you on the rodeo machine on a night out? Suddenly he wants you to ride him. Seeing you doing yoga in the bedroom? Suddenly he wants to rip those leggings open and fuck you right then and there.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
I think he's very experimentalist- down to try a lot of things- but probably not feet. He could laugh about "Gobbling a toe" with his mates, but in reality the thought of a foot anywhere near his face icks him out immensely. Prefers the both of you wearing socks whilst fucking, oftentimes.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Something tells me he'd prefer giving. Getting head was all well and good- but the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head with a bone-crushing pressure, hips bucking and grinding down- riding his tongue whilst he closes his eyes and laps up your pussy is something that is in his eyes- unparalleled.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast in the fact the both of you are chasing your highs. Sex is mainly for pleasure for the two of you, and so you'll both use each other to cum, before spending proper quality time together afterwards.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not a fan of them. Likes being relaxed with no time limit on sex with you- nothing's a bigger turn-off for this man than STRESS, and knowing that he has to leave in 5 minutes? The thought of having to fuck in the short space of five minutes is too much for this man.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Happy to experiment when you both have the energy and all the means to try something new... But doesn't like taking real risks. If it can wait, it can wait, and if one of you are likely to get hurt in the process or something, he'd rather not try it. Taking risks is fine with him, unless it involves the possibility something could go wrong and end up harming you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Probably just one round... Doesn't need to go another because he knows overstimulation isn't the biggest kink for the two of you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I'm gonna say he doesn't have toys for himself or use them on you. He knows if he's horny he can just go to you, and the same applies to you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not much, I don't think he'd really tease at all- he'd be too horny and needy to play with you or tease you- instead just fucking you. However when you were in the mood, there was always something special about teasing Harry- giving little signs in public and brushing against him knowing how it made him felt- riling him up made sex even better, somehow, as he pounded you harder than normal, giving stars in your vision
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not stupidly loud- he lets out grunts and low groans whilst he's on top and leaves you to make all the loud noises. The first time you dommed him, he ended up letting out a little whine. That shocked the both of you, and you both sort of stared at each other for a moment in surprise- but you later admitted you kinda liked that, and so whenever you're domming, he now lets out high whines and sometimes even moans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One time you decided to experiment with rope. Something about tying you up to the bedframe felt really just morally wrong to him, and he didn't feel comfortable fucking you whilst you were vulnerable like that... But when you gave a go at reversing the roles? When you tied his wrists together behind his back and rode him- leaving hickeys across his collarbones and neck whilst you bounced on his dick- he realised he really liked rope.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Probs above average but nothing that'd be unmanageable or insanely big... Something around six inches, maybe a bit more- but thick, and always leaves you filled
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think he has a v reasonable sex drive- isn't constantly thinking or needing it. When he does want it though, he's quite needy- constantly asking and pressing kisses to your neck to let you know he needs you
Z = ZZZ (Do they fall asleep straight after? are they tired or still have energy?)
I don't think he'd fall straight asleep, but would definitely be tired or lethargic straight after... Lazily gets up to grab some water for you and runs a bath for the two of you to sit in and just relax... Not one to do anything very high energy post-sex
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Preference: They accidentally hurt you
Titans Characters X Fem!Reader
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Conner Kent, Kory Anders, Donna Troy & Hank Hall.
Dick Grayson:
You and Dick had gotten into an argument and it was getting heated. He was risking the team's life by making stupid and reckless decisions, or at least that's what they were in your opinion.
Without thinking, you yell, "You don't have to risk everyone's lives just because Jason died and you think it's your fault!"
SLAP!
Dick's hand makes contact with your face as he slaps you in a fit of rage. The room seems to freeze as Dick's eyes widen with horror at the realisation of what he's just done. Your hand instinctively reaches to your cheek, the hurt in your eyes making your boyfriend feel even more guilty.
Dick immediately recoils, his expression shifting from anger to deep regret. "Fuck. Y/N, I... I didn't mean to," he stammers, his voice filled with remorse. He takes a step back, grappling with the weight of his actions. His eyes search yours, pleading for forgiveness, but the pain in your gaze is palpable.
Dick takes a hesitant step forward. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," he murmurs, regret etched across his face. He reaches out to cup your cheek, however, fear grips you, and you instinctively shrink back, avoiding his touch.
"I need some space," you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and sadness. He nods solemnly, understanding he fucked up badly.
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Jason Todd:
You and Jason were training and since you were still fairly new to the team, you thought it'd be nice to train with Jason as you're the closest with him.
You're meant to block his hits but as the bo staff heads your way, you hesitate for some reason and react too late, resulting in Jason accidentally hurting you as the staff strikes you. It's just a small mistake and it doesn't hurt too badly but he immediately rushes to your side.
"Shit. Babe, are you okay?" His concerned expression mirrors his regret. You give him a small, reassuring smile, saying, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's probably just a small bruise anyway. Let's just get back to training."
He shakes his head, still looking guilty even though it wasn't his fault. "No, let's just finish here. You shouldn't keep training if you're hurt. We can always train tomorrow," Jason insists, genuine concern in his eyes. You know there's no point in arguing with him, so you just sigh and nod.
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Gar Logan:
You and Gar were alone in the Titans Tower, where Gar was struggling to stay in his human form. He was incredibly upset (you didn't know why) and his intense emotions were causing him to shapeshift into an animal, which he was trying to prevent.
"Y/N.. You need to.. go," he whispers, his voice strained as he tries to fight against the transformation. Concern etched across your face, you refuse to leave his side. You assure him, "Gar, I'm not leaving you alone like this."
You try to reach out to touch his trembling hand, but before you can make contact, Gar involuntarily shifts into a green tiger. In his tiger form, Gar loses control and accidentally swipes at you with his claws. The scratch isn't too deep, but it's enough to draw blood and sting, causing you to step back in shock. Gar, now more distressed, manages to regain control, turning back into his human form as he apologizes frantically.
"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I lost control. I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammered, rushing to your side, panic etched across his face.
You assess the scratch on your arm, trying to downplay the pain, not wanting to make him feel worse. "Gar, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. Besides, it doesn't even hurt that bad."
Gar, tormented by guilt, searches for a first aid kit in the Tower. As he tends to your wound, you insist that it wasn't his fault, attempting to calm him in his distressed state. While Gar is patching up your wound, you notice a mixture of guilt and fear in his eyes. You gently take his hand and reassure him, "Gar, accidents happen. Don't blame yourself." Despite your comforting words, Gar remains visibly distraught, haunted by the fear of potentially causing you harm again.
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Conner Kent:
Conner had just returned from a mission with the Titans. He looked exhausted but relieved as he walked through the door. You greeted him with a warm smile, knowing how tiring his superhero responsibilities could be.
As Conner hugged you, his thoughts wandered to what happened during the mission. He started to get lost in his thoughts, and his strength momentarily slipped out of his control. He squeezed you too tightly, causing you to wince as the force of the hug became too much. You were left in a little pain, and probably with a bruise. Conner looked concerned as you pulled away, realising what he had just done.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know what happened. I started thinking about the mission and then I just..." Conner rambled, trying to explain and apologize to you. But you interrupted him and said, "Conner, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to. Don't worry about it." No matter how much you try to reassure Conner, however, he still feels guilty and blames himself for hurting you, even if it was accidental.
For the next couple of weeks, he's extra careful around you and way more gentle. He also tries to find ways to make it up to you; he doesn't need to though because you know he didn't mean to do what he did.
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Hank Hall:
You and Hank had been watching a football match on TV together, enjoying the rare day off. As Hank headed to the kitchen to grab you both a drink and some snacks, an idea sparked in your mind. You decided you were going to scare him; it was a fairly innocent idea.
Within a couple of seconds, you start to tiptoe after him, planning to playfully surprise him. You just wanted to see his reaction so you could make fun of him if he screamed like a girl (you never know, he might). As you reach the kitchen door, you take a deep breath, preparing to unleash your surprise.
However, as you sneak up behind him and scream, Hank's reflexes kick in. In an instant, he spins around, his combat instincts taking over. Before either of you can even realise what's happening, his hand shoots out and strikes you right in the face. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel the sudden impact.
Time seems to freeze for a moment as you both register what just happened. Hank's eyes widen in shock and horror as he sees you wince from the unintentional blow. Concern fills Hank's eyes as he drops whatever he is holding in his hands, rushing to your side. "Oh fuck, babe, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he blurts out, panic evident in his voice.
You hold your nose, pretty sure you have a nosebleed. "I'm... okay." As the initial shock wears off, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh. "At least now we know that your instincts are top-notch," you quip, trying to lighten the mood despite the pain you're feeling. You move your hand away from your face, revealing a trickle of blood from your nose. Hank winces, guilt written all over his face.
He quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby counter, handing it to you with a mix of concern and remorse in his eyes. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..." Hank stammers, struggling to find the right words to express his regret. You take the tissue and give him a reassuring smile, realizing it was just an unfortunate accident.
"It's okay, Hank. It was my idea to scare you like that so if anything, it's my fault," you say, dabbing at your nose. Despite the pain, you can't help but appreciate the genuine worry in his eyes.
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Kory Anders:
You and the Titans were preparing for another battle against an intimidating villain who was threatening the city of San Francisco. You were standing by Kory's side, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever before. The villain, known as Mother Mayhem, was ready to unleash chaos upon the city. Kory's eyes were glowing with determination as she walked towards the impending threat. You followed closely, aware of the danger that awaited you.
As the confrontation continues, Mother Mayhem launches a devastating attack that catches both you and Kory off guard. In a moment of panic, Kory's powers surge uncontrollably, and a burst of energy erupts from her, unintentionally striking you. The impact sends you flying to the ground and pain radiates through your body.
Kory's eyes widen in horror as she realises what just happened. She rushes to your side, leaving the rest of the Titans to deal with the threat. Her concern is evident in every step. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, kneeling beside you. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Despite the pain, you manage a weak smile, reaching out to reassure her. "It's okay, Kory. Accidents happen. Besides, we have a more important matter at hand," you say, referring to the villain you're currently fighting.
"I promise, I'll control my powers better next time," she vows, gently cradling you in her arms. She then stops to think, unsure of whether you should get back to the fight in your condition. "Are you sure you want to fight? I don't think that's the best idea for you right now, Y/N."
You nod, determination flickering in your eyes despite the pain. "I'll be fine, Kory. Just a little shaken, but I can still help. We need to stop her before things get worse." Reluctantly, Kory lets you go, her worry etched across her face. She stands up, taking a moment to make sure you're stable before rejoining the battle.
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Donna Troy:
You and Donna were strolling through through the dimly lit alleyways of the city. As you turned a corner, a group of menacing thugs emerged from the shadows, surrounding you both. Donna's grip on your hand tightened instinctively as she stepped forward, ready to defend you from the impending threat.
Donna's eyes narrow, her instincts kicking in. She swiftly reaches for her lasso, the golden glow illuminating the dark alley. But you find yourself in the line of fire without even noticing. A sudden movement from one of the thugs causes you to stumble, and in an attempt to protect you, Donna swings her lasso with lightning speed. However, the unexpected jolt of the situation results in her accidentally striking you instead of the intended target.
Time seems to slow as the golden rope wraps around you, the energy coursing through your body. A surge of pain shoots through your veins, and you gasp as the unexpected impact takes you by surprise. Donna's eyes widen in horror as she realises her mistake, immediately releasing the lasso. The thugs seem to take this as a chance to run and escape. Stunned and in pain, you stagger backwards, clutching the area where the lasso struck you. Donna rushes to your side, her concern evident in her eyes. "Fuck. Y/N, I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice filled with regret.
As Donna checks on you, you assure her that you're okay, though the pain still lingers. The two of you decide to go back to her apartment to assess the situation and tend to your injuries. Donna's guilt is palpable, but you understand it was an accident in the heat of the moment. Together, you make your way back, Donna keeping a protective arm around you.
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Headcanon/Preference # 24
Gifs NOT mine.
Year posted - 2023
📝Note(s) - Blue text is them talking to ya.
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| Bo Sinclair |
• Initially he's at a lost for words... Like wtf just happened?
• "What the hell does that even mean?" He asks after getting over his initial confession/shock.
• He's even more confused when you explain what it means, and why you decided to say it.
• "That's really stupid darlin'." He deadpans before dealing with the victim himself.
• He kinda doesn't think you're mature enough to handle it now because of this. 🙄
• Don't let him fool ya, deep down, like really deep down, Bo thought it was kinda funny.
• Wonders to himself why exactly he is so in love with you.
• Totally oblivious to the fact that it's because you do silly shit like this, that make him love you so much.
• You're a total breath of fresh air for him, but he'll never admit that.
• If you do it again, he might slip up and snort.
• He'll totally cover it up with a cough, and totally insist that he didn't laugh...
• He's better than that (Y/n), you should know better by now... 😒
| Vincent Sinclair |
• You thought Bo was confused, Vincent is looking at you like you just grew two heads.
• "What was that?" He'd sign, tilting his head to emphasize his confusion.
• When you explain what it means, and why you said it. He just pats your head affectionately.
• He's still beyond confused, but if you thought it was cleaver/funny then he's happy to humor you.
• Vincent finds it funny that you got such a kick out of it though.
• Wonders how he got so lucky to have such a cute/silly s/o. 😇
• If you do it again, he'll clap proudly before patting your head affectionately again.
• He is honestly proud of you, even if he doesn't always understand your humor.
• Thinks about this encounter every time he sees a bat now.
• Smiling to himself when he remembers just how happy you looked. ☺️
• Wonders to himself what crazy thing you'll say next.
| Lester Sinclair |
• He has no idea what that means, but he's laughing almost as hard as you are.
• "You're so clever sunflower!" He's complimenting you before kissing your temple.
• Proud af despite not knowing what the hell vibe check means.
• Doesn't even question it, he doesn't need answers.
• Lester loves your scene of humour, even when it goes right over his head. 😝
• He's like a dog, he's happy when you're happy, and when you get hyped he's getting hyped with ya!
• Will butt heads with Bo if he tries belittling you for it. No one talks bad about his sweet little sunflower!
• Despite not usually getting into the killing part of things, he was very happy watching you protect him against the tourist.
• Loves how badass and silly you are. The perfect combo in his mind!
• Totally fell deeper in love with you for protecting him, and for making a joke while at it.
• Depending on your size, he might have even jumped into your arms, looking up at you with wide doe eyes.
• Bo was gagging at the sight.🤢
• Wants you to show him what these me-mes are.
| Bubba Sawyer |
• *Tilts head like a cute puppy.*
• What does that mean, and why are you laughing so hard?
• Nudges you until you calm down enough to explain what just happened.
• Laughs softly despite not entirely understanding the joke.
• Wonders if vibe checks are always so violent?
• Bubba totally thinks of the phrase randomly while dealing with a trespasser.
• Queue him wondering if it still counts to vibe check someone with a chainsaw? 🤔
• And he's totally asking you the next time he sees you if it still counts.
• His hands shaking as he writes his question down, making his handwriting kinda hard to read.
• Babbles excitedly when you agree that it counts.
• Blushing when you praise him for it.
• Loves having this little inside joke with you.
• Asks you to show him your favorite memes, so you can bond more over that.
• Doesn't entirely understand most of them, but he dose still enjoy them. 🙂
| Nubbins Sawyer |
• Queue goofy laughter and an excited gremlin man jumping around whooping.
• "That was real funny (Y/n)!" He laughs before taking a quick picture to immortalize the moment.
• Knowing he had no idea what it means you explain it to him, doesn't exactly understand, but he gets the idea... Sorta.
• He yells it all the time when Drayton is chasing him with a broom.
• It infuriates Drayton btw.
• Which makes Nubbins all the happier tbh. 😅
• Sometimes even hollers it before aggressively stabbing his food.
• You think that's bad, if you show him more memes, God himself couldn't help y'all.
• Begs you to vibe check Drayton at least once.
• Giggles everytime he sees the bat.
• Warns trespassers that you'll vibe check their shit, as you once so eloquently put it. 😈
• Gets so so so fucking excited when you grab the bat, even of you're just moving it while cleaning up.
• Yells it with you the next time you go to get someone with the bat, and I mean yells!
| Chop Top Sawyer |
• Just like Nubbins he's laughing his ass off and jumping around excitedly.
• "Ha! You just got vibe checked!" He taunts the victim, weather their dead or alive, and weather or not he even knows what the hell that means.
• It honestly doesn't matter what you say, Chops gonna get hyped and laugh alongside you.
• Does eventually question it after like a week goes by, having gotten distracted from asking about it until now.
• Gets all hyped up again when you explain it, and it honestly makes perfect sense to him. 🤗
• He totally gets pissed one day and vibe checks Drayton with his own broom.
• Bubba had to break up the fight, and he was freaking out the whole time... It was interesting to say the least.
• Yells it over and over again in victims faces while whacking them with a fucking femur bone. 🤦♀️
• Makes up little rhymes about you vibe checking people. It's both dark and hilariously fitting.
• Damn near looses his mind if you ever do it again, you'd think he was going on about Nam Land again with how excited he got.
| Tex Sawyer |
• Smiles despite having no idea what the fuck you said even means.
• "Good job angel." He's complimenting with a proud smile. 🤠
• He's happy you're able to deal with victims, and have fun doing it.
• "So what exactly does that mean angel?" He'll ask a little while after dealing with the victim.
• You end up asking what he's talking about, because you honestly weren't sure.
• "Vibe check." He clarified with a chuckle, thinking about how excited you had looked while yelling it.
• When you explain what it means, and why you said it.
• Tex is kinda just like. "Seems a bit odd, but if it makes you happy angel I'm happy." kissing you lovingly afterwards. 🥰
• Gifts you a reinforced bat some time later, just in case you need it again.
• His sense of humour is kinda cheesy, so he really enjoys how silly your humor gets.
• Teasingly warns his brothers that you'll vibe check them of they don't straighten up after themselves.
• Convincing them just how bad a vibe check is, when it involves a bat covered in metal plates.
• It's his way of making sure your chores don't get pushed to the side, in favor of cleaning up after them, when they can do it themselves.
• Gushes with so much pride when if you do it again, especially if it was a rather tough victim.
| Vilmer Sawyer |
• Laughs like a fucking lunatic, taunting the victim, dead or alive.
• "You get 'em baby doll!" He encourages with vigor, his eyes wide and wild.
• Doesn't matter in the slightest bit that he has no idea what it means, he himself says some pretty wild stuff so. 🤷♀️
• Gets the gist that it isn't exactly a pleasant thing, considering you nearly caved a dudes skull in after yelling it.
• Subconsciously makes a mental note to not piss you off when a bat is nearby.
• While also subconsciously wondering if he could take a vibe check. 🤔
• Threats pretty much everyone with having you vibe check them.
• Probably got turned on by it in a weird way as well.
• You're hot when you're acting a bit wild, so can you really blame him?
• Ends up building a serious collection of bats for you, in case any of the others brake or get lost.
• Encouraging you to do it again the moment the opportunity arises.
• And nearly creaming his jeans when you actually end up doing it again.
| Thomas Hewitt |
• *Stands there with chainsaw in hand, completely baffled by what you just said and did.* 😮
• Follows you around until you explain what just happened.
• Finds it very funny once he understands.
• Sometimes secretly wishes you'd vibe check Charlie.
• So beyond happy knowing you can and will defend the family if needed, while also remaining true to yourself.
• Though he can't help but feel like the bat isn't the sturdiest thing to use. 😰
• Asks you to show him some more memes, relating with some of them and coming to understand your humor more.
• Ends up collecting enough bats to make sure there is one in every room of the house, including the attic that no one uses.
• Smiles so bright when or if you do it again.
• He's seriously so proud of you and your almost carefree nature.
• Shows you the most ideal spots to hit in order to properly incapacitate your victim.
• Rewards you with kisses when you pick up these little lessons rather quickly.
| Billy Loomis |
• He stares at you with a completely unamused look.
• "Are you fucking serious right now babe?" Queue him rolling his eyes at your grin.
• "God that was so corny." He'll sigh at your "lame" joke.
• Secretly finds it rather amusing, and even cute that you did it.
• Would rather fight God himself than admit that though, especially to you.
• He'll never boost your ego when it comes to your sense of humour. 🙄
• Unfortunately knows what it means because of you and Stu sending him stupid memes all the time.
• Not so substantially leaves the bats he had at his house, from when he was in baseball, in random places around your home.
• Annoyed that your humor is just as cringy as Stu's, at least that's how he acts.
• Y'all know better though.
• Caught himself smirking when you did it again, quickly wiping it away before you had a chance to notice. 😐
• Takes the time to show you proper form with swinging a bat, and how to effectively put more power behind your blows.
• Is honestly happy you take so much enjoyment out of it, regardless of how you do it.
| Stu Macher |
• Wheezing with laughter, so much he's crying, and now his sides hurt.
• "Fuck yeah! Get 'em cupcake!" He'll cheer before bursting into a fit of giggles again.
• He's a shit poster, he knows exactly what meme this is from, and he loves it.
• Begs you to do it again so he can record it. 📹
• But his hands are shaking so much from trying to hold in his laughter that the video quality is shit.
• That doesn't stop him from wheezing every time he watches the video however.
• Randomly says it every so often after you did, when he's dealing with a victim. 🔪
• Gushes about it to Billy all the time, completely oblivious to Billy's growing annoyance.
• Giggles randomly in classes sometimes when he's suddenly reminded of it.
• Fucking adores how in tune your humor is with his.
• He's also so beyond happy he was able to convince Billy to let you in on their secret, and that you took to it so freaking well.
• Reenacts you doing it every once in a while, making you giggle at his excitement.
| OG Michael Myers |
• He just stares at you with unimpressed eyes.
• Walks away before you even have a chance to explain the joke.
• Secretly found it amusing.
• But you'll never know that.
• Wonders why you are the way you are, like he's got any room to talk. 🙄
• Honestly proud of the swing you gave when you hit the victim.
• Therefore glad to know you can take care of yourself if need be.
• Thus wondering if you'd always say stupid shit like that even if he wasn't around to see it.
• Sighs dramatically when or if you ever do it again.
• But he'll pat your back reassuringly.
• He's trying to be gentle while doing so, but he's failing miserably. 😭
• Acts all grumpy when you try showing him other memes you enjoy.
• He'll never understand any of it, or your humor.
• He's totally a hypocrite btw, remember his little joke with the sheet with holes for eyes, and glasses perched upon his sheet covered face?
• If you're aware of this little joke he pulled, and you bring it up, he'll sulk off for a while.
• How dare you call him out?
| RZ Michael Myers |
• He tilts his head in confusion, watching you with curious eyes.
• After dealing with the body, and ensuring you're alone, he'll slip off his mask and rest his forehead against the side of your head.
• It's his way of asking you to explain what you meant. 🥰
• He's still hiding behind his hair, but through those blond locks, you can see his shimmering eyes, full of child like wonder.
• When you explain what you meant, and why exactly you said it, he's chuckling softly under his breath.
• He doesn't exactly know what it means, but it's still amusing, especially considering the context in which you said it.
• "Silly." He murmurs so quietly, you almost missed it.
• And before you could say anything else he pulled you to lay against his chest, lovingly stroking your hair.
• If it happens again he's chuckling softly before patting your head affectionately.
• Indulges you when you want to show him more of your favorite memes.
• Loves that childish humor, and sometimes uses it himself, even if he's only quoting it in his head.
• Rewards you with candy every time you say something funny. 🍬
• He knows his mother would have adored you if you'd ever had the chance to meet her.
| Corey Cunningham |
• He was totally caught off guard by that one, but once he focuses again he's snickering with a shake of his head.
• "Really babe?" He asked with a grin, pulling you against his chest, just smiling at you.
• No explanation needed, Corey was familiar with the meme. Mostly because of you, as of late, showing him all sorts of memes.
• He found it silly that you used it in such a serious situation, but he doesn't disapprove in the slightest.
• Mindlessly thinks about it all the time, smiling softly to himself.
• He's beyond happy you approve of his new lifestyle, and have embraced it as wholeheartedly as you have him with all of his faults.
• Found it incredibly hot the way you looked as you swung the bat. Fierce and sexy. 😱
• Finds out that he is in love with your aggressive side, which leads to experimenting in the bedroom.
• Anytime he comes across a stray bat he'll snag it for you, you can never have to many bats!
• He is so proud of you when you do it, it's just so you, and in his mind, adorable.
• Praises you for being able to do something so brutal, and yet making it a fun experience for you.
• Covers your face with kisses everytime. 😘
| Brahms Heelshire |
• He totally jumped when you hollered, he wasn't expecting that don't tease him!
• Like yeah screw the MF that broke into the Heelshire estate, but did you really have to yell like that? 🥺
• Pouts at you from behind his mask, crossing his arms childishly, waiting for you to comfort him.
• Soaks up that attention once you start giving it to him, forgiving you for startling him only if you pepper his now unmasked face with kisses. 💋
• "(Y/n) what does vibe check mean?" Brahms asks in his child's voice, tilting his head with wonder.
• Snickers with delight when you explain it to him.
• Demands you show him more memes, finding them greatly amusing, even the shitty ones.
• Goes around vibe checking his toys for a while.
• Looking to you for approval every time he does it, and pouting when you aren't paying attention.
• Sometimes you'll hear him in the walls hollering vibe check followed by a loud thump.
• Looses it when or if you ever do it again, clapping his hands all excitedly.
• He's tackled you atleast once while shouting vibe check.
• He thought it was hilarious. You? Not so much.
(Victims being deadites)
| Ash Williams |
• Snorts like a fucking dork, regardless of the fact that he has no idea what that means.
• "That was groovy baby, but what does that mean exactly?" He questioned before pecking your lips.
• After you've explained it he's still completely obvious to what it means.
• Queue Ash quoting it all wrong all the freaking time. 😒
• And totally brushing it off when you point that fact out.
• Probably insists that you don't know what it means, despite the fact that you're the certified meme Queen/King. 😤
• Acts all cool whenever he says it, beaming with pride even when you face palm in response.
• Finds memes on his own, and shows them to you with excitement.
• They either suck, or you've already seen it.
• Sasses other deadites, and threatens to vibe check them with his chainsaw, or better yet sick you on them.
• He's so fucking proud of you for being able to take on deadites, and he gushes about you all the fucking time.
• When you do it again he ends up crying from laughing so hard.
• "Did you see the look on their face?"
| Pablo Simon Bolivar |
• Falls into a fit of giggle once he realizes what you said.
• "Good one babe!" He compliments with a wide grin.
• He ends up having to explain it to a very confused Ash. 🤨
• Ash mutters about how weird you both are, before walking off to try and find some "tail".
• Beyond happy that you can handle yourself.
• Maybe even a little jealous of how clam you were.
• When on the road you both show eachother memes back and forth, while Ash tries desperately to strike up conversation.
• Never fails to fall into a fit of giggles whenever you shout silly shit like that before dealing with the deadite.
• Wonders to himself all the time as to how he got so lucky to meet someone so badass and fun, let alone to date them.
• In awe every single time you do something so awesome, falling in love even more.😍
• Ends up cracking similar jokes whenever he gets the courage to deal with a deadite himself.
| Otis Driftwood |
• Looks at you like you just said the dumbest thing in the world.
• "What the hell is wrong with you?" He'll ask with an annoyed huff.
• Very unimpressed when you explain what it means, and why you said it. 😑
• "That's gotta be the stupidest shit I've ever heard." He shook his head before walking off.
• Acts like he ain't ever said stupid shit before.
• Refuses to indulge you with checking out memes together, says their childish, and therefore stupid.
• He's such a grumpy old fuck.
• Facepalms if you ever do it again.
• Probably even taunts you about them while he's fucking you stupid. 😂
• "How's this for a vibe check?" He'd hiss before thrusting into you so hard your head hit the headboard.
• That's the only time he'd ever even acknowledge the damn meme, or any others for that matter.
• Tells you to read a fucking book instead of looking at a bunch of "useless" memes.
• Rants about your ridiculous humor to his victims when you're not around.
| Baby Firefly |
• Queue her contagious laughter.
• "Get 'em sexy!" She cries out, followed by more giggling.
• Doesn't even question it, and she already loves it.
• Praises you for being so fun and dangerous.
• Reenacts it all the time with shrill laughter, much to they annoyance of Otis.
• Jumps around clapping excitedly when you do it again. 🤩
• Mocks the fuck outta the victim, and playfully warns the others about what's coming their way.
• Sometimes says it over and over again while whacking a victim with a doll.
• Gets so so excited when you show her more memes, and runs around quoting them all the time.
• She got pissed once and vibe checked a drunk Otis, knocking him unconscious until morning.
• "Say it again! Say it again!" She'll demand every time you say it.
• Smothering you with kisses when you do as she asks.
• Flaunts you around the house for being so amazing, sexy, and badass! 😌
| David |
• *Exasperated face palm*🤦🏼♂️
• Did he find it funny? Yeah but he'll never let you know that.
• Well what was funny was mostly the look on the victims face, but what you said was also kinda amusing.
• "Happy now kitten?" He'll ask tauntingly, a sarcastic smile on his face.
• But as you beam excitedly at him that sarcasm just kinda washes away, you're just to damn cute.
• Always encouraging you to get involved with their hunting after that, weather you intend on turning or not.
• Gets you a reinforced bat and insists you always have it with you, boardwalk or no, just to be safe. 😊
• Silently praising you in his head for such an effective blow. You really are a deadly sight.
• Wonders where you get your sense of humour from.
• Just knows you Marko and Paul are going to be trouble, he can just sense it happening. (if it hasn't already that is)
• When you explained where it came from, and all about memes, he insists no instructs you to not show Marko and Paul.
• Did he find it incredibly hot? Yes, yes he did. And yes you will learn about that as he attacks your neck with nips and kisses.
• "Fucking love you." He growled as he clamped down on your neck, leaving behind one hell of a love bite.
| Dwayne |
• A little to stunned to know how to react. But admittedly there is a grin tugging at his lips.
• "What was that about?" He asked as his smile grew, placing his hands on your hips, just gazing into your eyes with wonder and adoration.
• You quickly explained yourself sheepishly, suddenly feeling incredibly silly for saying something like that in front of him.😅
• He chuckles and reassures you that it was really amusing, placing a kiss against your temple, then your nose, then your lips.
• Then he suddenly gets really excited and starts whooping, praising you for being such a badass, and for protecting yourself.
• He knew you were perfect for him, he just didn't realize how perfect, until now that is. 😍
• When you properly introduce him to memes, he finds them amusing, but he would much rather prefer a book still.
• Though he will indulge you more than David will.
• He knows your humor is different from his own, but not nearly as much as David's, so you both can joke around easily.
• Gets a sturdy wooden bat for you, and carves intricate designs into it, including both of your names of course.
• Smiles at the excitement you show when he finally gifts it to you, big ol' red bow tied around the bat when he passes it to you.
• Melts at the praise you shower him in, although he gets hungry when you start showering him with kisses, leads to a long and tiring night.
| Marko |
• *Literal heart eyes! And swooning so much deeper than he already has.*
• "GET 'EM TIGER!" He shouts excitedly, now flying just above your head in circles, and just giggling like an absolute fiend.😆
• Then like the flip of a switch he's attacking you with kisses and lust, not even realizing that his face was still shifted in his vampiric form.
• Begs and I mean begs you to do it again, even if that means he's gotta go out and lure a new victim out to you.
• Pesters you to know where you got that from, and when you explain it to him he's all hyper again, and he wants to know more.
• Gets so into memes it's ridiculous, once he understands the whole meme thing, he'll start making his own. (mostly for you and Paul)
• He's really good at making them btw.
• Also he can't wait to see how deadly you are with a bat when you're finally turned.
• Gets a bat for you, and paints it so extravagantly, it's honestly magical, and you don't know if you can bring yourself to actually use it.
• He encourages you to use it anyways, promising to make you another bat if this one gets messed up.
• Fucking howls with laughter if you do it again, or if it's even just mentioned. 😂
• He gushes about your scene of humor all the time, and about how dangerous you are, even to his victims before he drains them.
• Y'all have inside jokes like crazy that revolve around memes now.
• "Keep it up and you'll get a vibe check from a literal goddess/god." He'd hiss tauntingly to a victim, already knowing the fucker was deadmeat.
| Paul |
• *Giggles until his sides hurt.*
• "Kill 'em baby kill 'em!" He exclaims with boisterous laughter, flying around like a hyper kid, much like Marko.
• This memory will live in his head rent free for the rest of his life no joke.🙃
• In his excitement he totally pulled you into his arms, and flew up into the night sky. Hope you aren't afraid of heights!
• No need to explain where you got it from, or what it means exactly, he loves it and understands already.
• And no he hasn't really seen any memes, but he understands the humor all the same.
• But when you show him the vast world of memes he's so stoked about it, you both go down a real rabbit hole.
• You mostly communicate in memes now, and the only one that usually understands is Marko, David and Dwayne are just left in the dark.
• He reenacts you hitting the victim over and over, getting more out of hand each time.
• Gushes about how you could literally knock someone's head off when you finally turn.
• Got really serious once with a victim that started talking shit about you, getting all up in the guy's face warning him that you'd kill the prick with a single wing of a bat.
• And he'll dramatically swoon if you do it again to defend him, kissing you fiercely as he yet again floats up into the air with you in his arms.
• How did he get so lucky to have such a badass, funny, and incredibly sexy babe as you to be his mate? 🥰
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(This is an old piece that's been setting in my drafts for ages, finally got around to finishing it and so here we are.)
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬’ 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: lil short one <3
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𝐉𝐚𝐱: Sweetheart | Darlin’
He keeps his nicknames short and sweet, with a bit of mischief lacing his words. Definitely isn’t afraid of calling you nicknames in front of the guys. He also likes to see the blush on your face when he says it in front of people.
𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞: Babe | Honey
A bit more traditional with his nicknames for you. He says them quickly while he’s kissing your cheek and running out the door. He thinks these names are respectful yet show his love for you.
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬: Love
When you’re not there he refers to you as ‘his better half’ as well. He isn’t much for nicknames, not like Tig is. He prefers to go old school, plus it sounds perfect with his accent (he knows it drives you crazy.)
𝐓𝐢𝐠: Beautiful | Princess | Gorgeous | Kitten
He has a lot of nicknames for you. He’s one of those people who gush over their s/o, and don’t care how over-the-top they sound. He’s genuinely in love with you, and some may think he’s just winding you up, but his words are true.
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲: Mama | My Love
Part of it is a cultural thing, even if you aren’t a mother. Happy wants you to feel recognised and appreciated. So he doesn’t go overboard with his nicknames. He’s happy with what he’s settled on.
𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞: Angel
A bit more embarrassed than the rest of the guys when it comes to nicknames for you. He doesn’t know what sounds right or wrong. Since he hasn’t been in many relationships, he’s still figuring things out. But ‘Angel’ felt the truest - since he sees you as his hope in life.
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He is perfect
Henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: none, pure fluff
2:23am. Thats the time right now. And im standing awkwardly in front of his door, thinking about whether i should knock, ring the doorbell or grab the spare key he's got hidden between some rocks by the door.
He was probably sleeping, like any sane person at 2:30 in the morning. Unlike me- I'd been tossing and turning for hours in my own bed. All alone and cold.
So i decided to come here, Henry wouldn't mind having me stay over. Usually i called him or texted him if i couldn't sleep but i couldn't wait, so i drove straight to his house.
If i rang the doorbell tho, at 2:30, Kal would bark and wake him - possible give him a heart attack.
I check the time again, 2:25am. Fuck it, theres no turning back now.
I kneel down to look for the key and quietly open Henrys front door.
Everything is quiet, the house is dark.
No sign of anyone awake, Kal's probably sleeping in the office as usual and Henry will be laying on his stomach in his underwear, head buried in his pillow.
Quietly i close the door again and carefully peel my jacket off me to neatly place it on the stairs.
After taking my shoes off, i tippy toe upstairs.
Absolute silence still. Quietly i open the door to Henrys bedroom. Darkness. No noise coming from inside the room.
„Henry?" i whisper into the dark room.
Then i hear a rustling noise. „Hen?" i say a little louder, still softly.
I stand by the door, waiting for a response.
Then suddenly the bedside table lamp lights up and a very sleepy Henry looks up at me.
„Y/n?" He rubs his eyes and sits up.
„What are you doing here?" His voice is groggy and raspy. „Im sorry... i know i shouldve called but i can't sleep. The nightmares..." i still awkwardly stand by the door.
He only nods and rubs his eyes again.
„Come here."
I close the door, step towards the bed and look at him. He was in fact only wearing underwear.
He pulls away the covers to indicate me to slide underneath.
I follow his silent command and cuddle up under the covers.
He extends his arm and i thankfully scoot over to him, cuddling into his side.
„You scared me there darling." he nuzzles into my hair.
„I'm sorry..." i whisper back, holding onto him tightly.
He softly rubs my arm and i drape my leg over his thigh.
„I tried sleeping but i couldn't. My bed was cold and i felt lonely.... Anxiety."
He shushed me. „It's okay. You can always come here, but please call next time, you really freaked me out for a second.
I look up at him, the dim light of his bedside lamp illuminating a part of his face.
His beard was more prominent due to his spare time at home in which he probably didn't feel the need to shave every day. His curls were slightly messy but he still looked good.
„I understand it you know? About the cold bed. I hate sleeping alone. Been alone for a while too."
Henry takes a deep breath, still softly rubbing my side.
I don't say anything, i only look at him and think of a response.
But i can't think of a good one, so i nuzzle my face against his chest and embrace the warmth of his skin against mine.
His hair is slightly tickling my cheek but i don't mind it, i feel too comfortable laying on his firm chest.
He then reaches over to turn off the lamp and suddenly the room is dark again and all i can hear is the rustling of the bedsheets as Henry gets comfortable next to me.
He turns to his side to be facing me and pulls me close, wrapping both his arms around me.
I feel safe.
His even breathing against my forehead calms me and his facial hair slightly tickling against my skin reminds me that he is in fact there. That im not alone.
„Thank you." i then say.
-„For what?" he whispers back.
„For being there. For me." I say back, grabbing onto him tighter.
I can feel him smiling against my forehead.
„Anytime sweetheart."
I scoot even closer to him, wrapping my leg tighter around his waist. Henry is carefully rubbing circles on my back as he speaks up again:"You don't even know how much i needed this as well."
I smile. Then i move my hands from around his waist up to his head and start caressing the back of his neck.
I can feel him relax more and he lets out a satisfied hum. Making me smile again.
I softly play with his curls and rub circles on his skin.
The longer we lay there in silence, the more my eyes adjust to the darkness and i can finally see the outline of his face in front of me.
He was perfect.
Too fucking bad.
„Henry?" i whisper softly. He only hums in response. „Ur the best." I can see a smile form on his lips while his eyes are still closed.
„Never thought I'd find someone to make me feel as safe as you do." I continue.
He rubs my thigh comforting and i add:"I feel happier when im with you."
The next thing I know is the warm feeling of his lips on my forehead. His one hand on the back of my head, the other still resting on my thigh.
I smile and embrace the love before he carefully pulls away and places another kiss on my cheek.
„You make my happy too darling." he whispers.
Smiling, I cuddle up closer to him and close my eyes.
For the first time in months I feel genuinely happy, content with myself. Relaxed and most importantly safe. I feel loved again and all i can think about is how fucking perfect he is.
He is perfect.
Too fucking bad I can't tell him that.
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One Of a Kind- Xavier Thorpe
Summary: Y/N is a rare creature, something that’s thought to be extinct. She’s hated by all Normies, and maybe even some Outcasts, but one Outcast in particular thinks differently of her.
Warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff, probably some cursing,
Word Count: 2.9k+
Characters/Pairing: Faye!Reader x Xavier Thorpe, Mentions of Principal Weems, mentions of Tyler
Prompt: simply that Y/N feels like the biggest Outsider amongst Outsider, but Xavier is there to prove her wrong and let her know that she’s just a one of a kind.
A/N: Reader is similar to Maleficent, but without the horns. :) Has magic and those giant wings that I freaking adore
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Y/N had been found on the outskirts of the forests in Europe before she was sent to Nevermore. Principal Weems was the one who originally found her anyways, so she thought it was her duty to take care of her and give her shelter, not just because she was an Outsider who was hated by half of humanity, but because she was one of the rarest creatures she had ever laid her eyes upon.
That was when Y/N was 12, until she was brought to Nevermore she had spent her time as a child hiding in dense forest areas that no one could possibly get to, secret caves that held her own hideaways far from the Normies of the world. When she was brought to the school for Outcasts, she felt like a freak. Everyone at the school was pretty, popular, they all looked semi-normal, but not Y/N.
No, Y/N had to have fangs, longer and sharper than any vampire’s, naturally long nails that should have counted as talons, and ginormous black wings that shrouded her body. Y/N was, in her eyes, a human bird.
From the moment she stepped foot onto campus all eyes were on her. At that young of an age she was scared, she scared herself and everyone else, but as she grew up she turned that frightened little girl into a power to be reckoned with. As everyone at school watched her grow into this confident young lady, they also became less scared of her. She had her times where she’d lose her temper and lash out, her magic uncontrollable as she’d stomp away and wreck everything in her path, but they knew she was just like them in that sense. Unable to control how they felt because there was not a single person in the world that understood what it was like to be an Outcast.
By the time Y/N was 16 she had learned that it was just better for her to stay on campus at all times than to go into town and try to be normal with everyone else. The Normies may be able to hide their hatred for the Outcasts at least somewhat decently with the others, but with Y/N she could always see the look of disgust on their faces from a mile away. Every time she’d try to go into town with a few people from school she was always picked on, bullied, and it wasn’t even just the Normies who did it. She’d be invited out as a joke several times, it wasn’t until the third time she was made fun of and abandoned in town that she realized no one would ever truly except her for what she was.
Outreach day was approaching and Y/N was dreading going, but Principal Weems was making Y/N volunteer this year by having her paint a mural of Nevermore and the town of Jericho together in harmony. The thought made Y/N gag. Why would she want to celebrate such a stupid day that obviously had no meaning to anyone in the long run?
If this wasn’t mandatory then Y/N wouldn’t be going and setting herself up for embarrassment. Rude comments ran wild in her head as she mocked what some people in town were going to say as she showed up to celebration.
She packed up her painting materials in a duffel bag and then headed to the Quad, where all the other students would be getting their assignments. When she walked into the Quad everyone had already begun hoarding together in their cliques, so Y/N just stood next to the wall and waited till they were all dismissed. One thing about having these giant wings was that she couldn’t ride on the bus with everyone else, instead she was going to have to fly herself down the town.
Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd of students, watching as they opened their assignment letters. Some students were happy but others seemed upset about what they got. One of those people was Xavier, someone that Y/N admired from a far but would never confront face-to-face. He must’ve been upset about what he got, the same going for his friend Ajax.
Feeling as though she had intruded on people’s private conversations, Y/N picked up her duffel bag and headed towards the front of the school. Little did she know that as soon as she walked away from the bustling students who were rushing towards the busses, Xavier had looked up from his assignment card and watched as the black winged beauty turned away and walked away.
Xavier didn’t see Y/N again until everyone was in the town square to listen to Principal Weems and Mayor Walker go on about how important the day was and how they created a new statue in honor of the town embracing the Outcasts.
It was complete bullshit and everyone knew it. Y/N must’ve gotten bored listening to their speech, because once they were all dismissed to go to their jobs for the day, the Faye was no where in sight. Xavier sighed as he trudged over to the Weathervane for his assignment. Working in the same café as Tyler, his tormenter, was not how he wanted to spend the day.
When he walked into the café his eyes landed directly on the winged beauty. She stood in the corner awkwardly looking down at her phone as she waited for her order name to be called. Once she heard her name called out she went to grab her drink quickly and bolt from the small building. Y/N didn’t even look up as she brushed past Xavier and out into the open.
The taller boy watched as she walked with her head low, going to the designated area for the portrait she was to draw. It was the same wall that Xavier had painted on last year, on this exact day. The thought of her putting all this effort into a portrait and then possibly having it destroyed just like he had done to him, angered him more than it should have. Taking in a deep breathe he walked over to Tyler, who also didn’t looked too amused that he was in this situation as well.
An hour, maybe two at most had gone by before he saw what Y/N’s painting looked like. It was amazing, to say the least. The wall Y/N was using as a canvas was a mirror image of the town on that exact day. Both the town and it’s people joining together with the students of Nevermore in celebration of Outreach Day. The thing that pulled it all together? The heavily detailed painting of Joseph Crackstone in the center of the town. It was perfect for that day, and exactly what Principal Weems wanted out of the feather winged girl.
As Y/N stood a few feet away from her painting, admiring it and criticizing it, she could hear the words that the towns folk were saying.
“What a freak.” Some mumbled.
“Who let the little birdy out of her cage?” Some would tease menacingly.
“If there were a contest for being the biggest freak of all the freaks, she’d for sure win.”
One would think that on a day like today, these small minded people would put their snide comments to the side and at least pretend to be decent, but no, in fact they were even worse. Usually she could handle those harsh words, but for some reason today was just the day for her to snap.
Bawling her fists she began to pack up her painting supplies, anger consuming her as she thought about all the horrible curses and spells she could use on these lesser people. Y/N was so overwhelmed with anger that she began to shake which caused her to drop some spay paint.
Before she could reach over and grab some asshole had to kick it so hard that the can busted open, spraying Y/N and ruining the bottom half of her painting. With tears blurring her vision and anger blurring her judgment, she stood up quickly, her hands glowing a bright green as she threw the Normie against the wall opposite of her. She growled lowly, her eyes glowing the same green as she began to close off the person’s airway with her magic. If it weren’t Xavier to snap her out of her trance, Y/N for sure would have murdered the man.
Y/N’s eyes stopped glowing, along with her hands, her gaze moving from the man she was choking to Xavier who was standing in front of her with a very concerned look. For a split second Y/N’s eyes looked at the man, her growl scary enough to send him hurling around the corner and down the sidewalk.
Without a word she took a step away from Xavier and turned back to her supplies. She through the busted can into her bag, zipped it up, and then tried to walk away. As she was a few steps away from the tall blonde, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. Y/N stopped and turned to look at the boy, confusion grazing across her face.
“What? You gonna make fun of me too?” Y/N’s words were harsh, but Xavier knew that she was still angry.
Letting go of her wrist he lets out a soft sigh, “I was going to ask if you were okay.” He said looking at her and watching her expressions.
Y/N looked taken back at his question, as if no one had ever asked her that before. “I’m fine,” Y/N huffed. She was clearly lying, but why on Earth would she open up to someone she barely knew, so easily? Xavier’s look on his face was basically saying, ‘really?’ He knew she was lying and was hoping she would just talk to him a little bit, even if this was their first time really talking.
Letting out a huff of frustration, Y/N let her walls fall down as she looked away from the boy. “Fine, no, I’m not okay. I’m pissed.” She paused and waited for a response but only got a nod telling her to continue. “This is all just so stupid, it bullshit. No one cares about today, they just care about the money they get from this stupid day.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked up at Xavier. “No one actually cares, they never will. We will always be the freaks and outcasts to them, they will never see us as equals.”
Xavier could practically see the steam rolling off her skin, seeing how angry she still was. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make her feel better, so instead he gently took her duffel bag from her and offered to take her to the Weathervane. It took a moment for Y/N to consider the offer, thinking that this was just going to be another joke, but once she realized that Xavier meant no harm she agreed and the two began the short walk to the coffee shop.
It was a good thing that the café was slow that day, or else Y/N and Xavier probably wouldn’t have been able to talk as much as they wanted to. The other great thing about it being slow was the fact that wasn’t a lot of people around to gawk at Y/N and make rude remarks about her looks. The only other person in the building was Tyler, but he could care less what the Nevermore students were doing, especially Xavier.
Xavier and Y/N sat at a booth close to the counter, both of them feeling the tension as they squeezed into their seats. Well, Y/N squeezed into her seat because of her wings, Xavier was fine.
It was quiet at first, the two just looking around and avoiding each other’s gaze for the first few minutes before Xavier decided to speak up.
“Your painting looks great, by the way.” He smiled softly, hoping that she’d realize he was here to talk to her and not belittle her. “The detail in it is amazing.”
Y/N was a bit taken back by the compliment. She wasn’t used to people saying nice things to her, let along talking to her at all. “Thanks, though I’d rather see that stupid statue burn than to paint it, thanks.” Anyone who was listening to their conversation would know that she was joking, she was being serious.
Xavier chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement, “Trust me, I know how you feel.”
Y/N snorted at his response. How could someone like him? Someone who looks normal, understand how she felt? The only odd thing about him was his father, and the face that he could make his artwork move or come to life. Xavier looked confused at Y/N’s slight harshness and watched as tried to lean back a bit in the booth, crossing her arms as she looked at the wall.
“Hate to break it to you, pretty boy, but you most definitely don’t know how I feel.” Her words were harsh, and completely true. While Xavier could have anything he wanted and grew up only being know as the son of a famous Outcast, he would never really know what it’s like to feel like Y/N. To be tormented for how he looked. It’s never a problem that he has ever had to deal with.
Silence filled the space between them once more, both of them unsure of what to say next. Xavier studied Y/N’s face, memorizing every curve, mark, and point there was. To him, someone she barely knew, he thought she was the most beautiful and unique person on this planet. Even though he didn’t really know her all that well, his heart wanted to know more so he could get closer to her and learn to understand her.
Y/N’s eyes unfortunately wandered over to the window where she could see the townsfolk pointing and gawking at her. The anger that had slowly started to subside started to come back stronger than before, her eyes starting to glow that vivid green color. Xavier’s eyes followed hers and once he noticed what, well who, she was staring at, he immediately when to calm her down. Without thinking or hesitation, his hands grabbed hers softly, like she was made of the finest porcelain and he didn’t want to break her.
“Don’t worry about them,” he said softly, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the backs of her hands. The action startled her at first, but then she found it calming. Her eyes stopped glowing, her heart went back to normal and she no longer felt like ripping out those peoples throats.
“Why do you care so much?” Y/N asked with a tilted head, “You don’t know me, so why do you care so much?” It was a genuine question she wanted the answer to, but Xavier wasn’t sure if he could really tell her why he cared.’
The boy gulped, trying to find a way to word his thoughts in a way that didn’t sound creepy or stalker like. There was a long pause before he said anything, it was when she went to pull her hands away from him that he sputtered out the truth. “I’ve always liked you, thought you were the most mesmerizing being to ever lay my eyes upon. I’ve watched you, since the moment I started going to Nevermore, I- I just didn’t know how to approach you. I was nervous.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he was joking and was put up to this as a joke. “You’re only saying that to say it, you don’t mean it.” Her eyes averted downwards towards her lap, trying desperately to focus on anything but the feeling of her hands still holding his. “No one thinks that of me, I’m a monster.”
Xavier’s gentle squeeze on her hands was enough to pull her Y/E/C eyes back up to his blue eyes. “I don’t think that.” The warry look on Y/N’s face was enough to tell him that she really had never been told that in her life, “I promise, if I truly didn’t think that, then I wouldn’t have said it in the first place.”
The shaky sigh that Y/N let out worried him. Had he gone too far? Did she find him repulsive now? Was this all too creepy?
“I don’t think you understand how much that means to me,” When their eyes met he finally saw the tears that brimmed her waterline. Carefully, he reached up and swiped away the stray tears that managed to slip down her flushed cheeks. The soft smile that Y/N let Xavier see was something he’d remember forever. He’s the only one who’s seen her cry, who’s seen her smile, who’s been so kind and genuine to her.
This was the beginning of something new, for the both of them. It would be rocky in the beginning for sure, but both teens could tell that they’d let out the best of each other in the long run.
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Sebastian Michaelis ~ He/You Walk in on You/Him
Black Butler Masterlist
You Walk in on Him
When you open the door to Sebastian’s room forgetting to knock or speak you stare shocked at him, and he at you. Once a few moments pass he kindly and gently asks for you to leave and to come back later all while not trying to cover himself up. You quickly rush and close the door with shaking hands and wondering if this accident is going to bite you in the ass later. For a few days afterwards, you were shy and quiet around Sebastian as he was good-looking and everyone knew that, but you had now seen him without clothes on. He’ll tease you about the accident sometimes and quietly enjoys seeing you flustered just as much as you were at that moment.
He Walks in on You
When Sebastian makes the mistake of opening your bed chamber door before knocking or speaking to you his eyes instantly go wide, but then soften ever so slightly. He bows his head as you eek in surprise to see him in your doorway as you’re half undressed. His voice is quick yet apologetic. He closes the door and leaves you be for the rest of the day besides meal and teatime. For the quick moments that he does see you again for the next week, he will always apologize greatly, and every time makes the offer to go out of his way for you if you need or want something. He genuinely feels sorry for walking in on you, but all the while in the back of his mind is your shocked, blushing face and glowing skin that he had never seen before. On very rare occurrences where it’s just you and him or it’s a place where nobody would be listening in on your conversation, Sebastian will tease you about it.
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Stretching session
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader
Summary: Zoro's (in)convenient help while you want to train.
Tags: top zoro / bickering / hes an ass (affectionate)
Requested by anon
["Hey there I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if I could request a Zoro x male (amab) reader smut where reader is also physical fighter and Zoro helps reader stretch before training and uh it leads to some spicy situations 👀👀 If you're comfortable with all that! 💕 Also would love Zoro to be the top. Also bonus points if they bicker a little usually hehe Thank you so much whether you write it or not and thank you for sharing your awesome fics with us!! 💕💕"]
[A/N]: That's very sweet, anon! Thanks a lot for the request, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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“Why are you here every time I come here?” Zoro’s eye narrowed at you as he placed both his feet on the wooden floor and looked over at you with a glare, kicking the hatch closed. He had his arms crossed over his chest when you turned, feet planted on the ground while looking over at him, with your forearm still behind your head while you stretched your tricep, raising your eyebrows lightly.
You copied his expression in return, scoffing while changing arms to stretch the opposite one now, shaking your head as you turned back around. “I thought the crow’s nest was for everyone,” you said with a hum, returning your gaze to the calm waves in the distance, reflecting the bright sunlight. The weather wasn’t that hot, though. It seemed like it would be a peaceful day, too. Only Nami could confirm that with precision, though.
“Yeah, but…” Zoro sighed in frustration as he shook his head and closed his eye for a second before leaving his swords on the couch, humming softly. It totally didn’t have to do with how some of his stuff was put aside to be used, and he presumed that they wouldn’t be returned to place the way he liked.
“Annoying,” you whispered, unable to hold a soft chuckle when he grumbled in response.
Next, you sat on the ground, stretched your legs before you, and reached for your feet, groaning at the light pain tugging the muscles on the underside of your legs. Zoro’s gaze burned against your side as you stretched, and you thought he was walking away until his hand pressed to your lower back, which startled you a little.
“Dude—”
“You’re a shame,” Zoro muttered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. The curse you meant to throw at him ended up turning into a gasp when he pushed you further, making the air escape your lungs at once when he stretched you further than you were used to. “Now, that’s something,” he complimented with a tinge of presumption. You wanted to smash his face so badly, but you could barely even say anything as he forced you beyond your previous limits, trying to relax your muscles.
You took a deep breath when Zoro finally let you go, inhaling as much air as you could as he motioned for you to lie down on your back. Despite the curious look you shot him, you followed his instructions, breath hitching at the way your back hurt initially when pressed flat against the ground. Your breath hitched again, but now it was at the way Zoro folded one of your legs up against yourself while he pinned the other down to the ground by your thigh, using his leg. He was kneeling between your legs, helping you stretch like that… What were you supposed to do? Just lay there? Leave your hands on the ground and stare at the ceiling? You hoped it wasn’t visible that it left you somehow embarrassed. Awkward.
“Feeling it?” Zoro pulled you away from your thoughts, making you avert your gaze to his face. Did he know the effect he had on you? It was difficult to read his expressions sometimes.
“Yeah,” you breathed. It sounded like a moan, but you couldn’t do a lot with the new stress your muscles were put under as he tried to stretch you as if you were Sanji. Fucking hell. He pushed a little more, enticing another sound from your lips as you arched your back off the ground. “Ahh, I hate you,” you breathed, feeling the ache persist despite how he let go of your leg.
“Mhm, I know,” he muttered with a chuckle while he moved to repeat the motion to your other leg. It was a little stiffer, making you scrunch up your face while pinching the bridge of your nose. He watched it all with amusement. “(Y/n)?”
“Yeah?” You breathed out, and it once again sounded… off. Zoro chuckled again, for some reason, compelling you to lower your hand so that you could glare at him. “Fuck off, Zoro. Are you even that flexible? I don’t think so, so you should stop— Ngh!” You were once again cut off by a ‘gasp’ when Zoro forced you to stretch even more, but you also let out a soft cry of discomfort in an attempt to mask the sound.
“Strength is nothing without flexibility. Mobility. Something like that. Did you never learn it?” Zoro still had that stupid grin on his face as he looked at you almost in a challenging manner. “I wouldn’t be surprised—”
“You’re all smug about it because the only thing you know how to do properly is fucking train and fight, you damn muscle head— Fuuuck!” You clicked your tongue and pressed your eyes shut when he forced you more, making the pain tug on your muscles even more, and it was practically impossible to push him off you. He had such a grip on you. Fuck off, that was so… So… Damn it. “I’ll fucking—”
“What, hm?” Zoro chuckled as he shook his head and moved again, sort of sitting on your thigh as he held your thigh over his own, keeping you trapped there. Even when you reached out to punch him, he held your wrist, so you gave up and lay down on the ground, melted against it. “You’re really stupid,” he said with a chuckle. “Not stupid, but like, very pathetic, really.”
You turned your head a little to look at Zoro and sighed, narrowing your eyes. “I hate you.”
Zoro’s grin widened before he hummed in agreement, sarcastically. “Yeah.”
You shook your head with a sigh and shifted slightly, but immediately froze, feeling your crotch graze against Zoro’s own. Oh, so you two were that close. Gulping, you tried your best to mask your embarrassment at the discovery, which proved useless when Zoro’s grin morphed into a smirk.
“Motherfucker…” You went limp on the ground, hoping that it would discourage Zoro, but his fingers sank deeper into your thigh instead as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. His grip tightened around your wrist as well, but not uncomfortably.
“What?” He challenged with a soft sigh and a light movement of his hips. It all was nothing but empty teasing, with light grazes through layers of clothes that wouldn’t awaken anything in both of you if it weren’t for the tension that permeated the moment. “Not so tough now, are you?”
“Why is it that you always have to find a way to inflate your ego?” You clicked your tongue. “Is it because you’re not big somewhere else?”
Annoyance flashed on Zoro’s face, the last thing before he moved and pinned you to the ground at once, ignoring your protests but relishing the look you shot at him—despite the intention of it being a glare, you couldn’t do much through the embarrassment. You closed your hands a little, without daring to test Zoro’s grip around your wrists, even if he tested your resistance with that intense gaze.
“Need me to prove it?” His breath fanned over your face.
“You feel like you need to prove it?” You tried to mirror his attitude at least a little, chuckling as you arched your back, trying to increase the contact.
“Fucker,” Zoro huffed. He released your wrists so that he could lean back and start lowering his kimono, proudly exposing his torso to your hungry gaze. Somehow, he looked bigger from close. Your attempt to touch his chest was interrupted by his hand pushing yours away. “I think you need a better stretching session today.”
At the same time Zoro’s words made you want to cringe, you also could feel the arousal burning in your lower stomach and the blood rushing between your legs. “Zoro,” you groaned when he stood up and walked away, but you still planted your feet on the ground and lifted your hips to remove your shorts and boxers. Upside down, you watched him walk over to the lockers and rummage through his workout stuff.
“Mm? That attached? I couldn’t even just go grab the lube?” His voice still carried that smug tone, but it was the last thing you worried about when he stood in front of you again, by your feet. It was impossible to tear your gaze away while he finished undressing, letting his kimono and his obi fall to the ground along with his pants and underwear. Just the sight of his cock standing hard and proudly was enough to make your cock twitch as you clenched around nothing in anticipation.
“You’d like to think so,” you muttered with a groan, arching your back a little. Your shoulder blades dug uncomfortably into the ground, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever, not when you were drooling over his bright pink, glossy tip.
Zoro clicked his tongue and exhaled in disappointment that you would’ve taken as genuine if it weren’t for the playful air on his face as he knelt on the ground again, now taking place between your legs and letting your thighs rest over his own. He raised his eyebrows at the sight as he placed the lube aside for a moment, just so that his hands could freely roam over your thighs and knead on them until you moaned. His warm, big hands caused your skin to rise in shivers, increasing your anticipation.
“Zoro,” you groaned, thrusting your hips into the air in a silent request for him to rush.
“You’re a pain…” Zoro opened the bottle of lube, ignoring your protests, at least until you tried to knee him on the side lightly. “Fucking bastard,” he muttered as he elbowed your leg in return and glared, but it didn’t have as much effect as when he finally poured some lube on his fingers. “Hmmm.” Zoro’s eye narrowed, and you knew what to expect from that mood.
The lube was cold against your skin, making you moan at the same time your skin rose in shivers and your cock twitched. Why were you so sensitive? Even the feeling of the lube trailing down your crotch made you arch your back a little in a silent plea for Zoro’s touch, all in a very much entertaining show for him. He exhaled, lips parting into a grin, and put the lube aside once a generous amount of it was pooled on his palm.
Zoro’s fingers traced your entrance, feeling it clench around nothing before he could finally push two of them in, not exactly slowly, sending pleasure sparkling up your spine at once.
“Fuck, Zoro,” you gasped, arching your back with a moan, squirming as you tried to process the sudden pleasure that made your toes curl. Your hand closed around his wrist once he started holding your hip, though nothing you did inspired some pity in him. A string of moans escaped your lips as his fingers caressed just the right spots inside you, despite he didn’t seem to have any intention aside from spreading the lube.
“Won’t stop complaining?” Zoro huffed, grabbing more lube for his cock, and watching his fist moving up and down around his thick cock was such a sight.
“Mmm, so you’re the one to come here and disturb my training session, and it’s my fault?”
“It’s always your fault, so I don’t know what you’re arguing about,” Zoro said as he adjusted his position between your legs, and the disdain made you frustrated at the same time the arousal grew between your legs. “I never said anything about it being anyone’s fault, though. Did the shoes fit?”
You raised your eyebrows a little, wrapping a leg around Zoro’s waist and loosely throwing your arms around his neck when he leaned closer. “I want to strangle you to death sometimes,” you breathed, shaking your head.
“Careful,” Zoro chuckled, “I might enjoy it.”
The answer you were about to shoot at him died on your tongue when his cock pressed to your entrance and pushed in, making your breath hitch in your throat as you arched your back and sank your nails into his back. “Fuck,” you groaned through gritted teeth, feeling the light burning from the stretch slowly turn into pleasure as you got adjusted to the new intrusion. “Mmph, damn,” you cursed breathlessly and arched your back, feeling your walls adjust around his cock, involuntarily clenching more around him.
“Seems like you needed it, huh?” Zoro muttered with a soft groan as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, big and firm hands holding on to you for leverage as he started moving his hips.
You bit your lip, suppressing a sound for a moment as you pressed a hand to the back of Zoro’s neck. “Shut the fuck up already,” you complained through a moan, pulling him closer for a kiss to silence whatever he was going to say. Either way, he grumbled against your lips, grip tightening on you at the same time his hips picked up a faster pace, allowing your bodies to mold together better as the pleasure settled in.
The kiss was messy. You swallowed each other moans while trying to keep your lips pressed together despite the need for air, even if it was just by nibbling on each other’s lips. Zoro had your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, tugging on it as he observed you through his half-lidded eye, allowing his hips to move a little faster as he fucked you.
Zoro’s hands moved to hold your hips firmly as he angled them, lifting them off the ground a little, and it was enough to make you arch your back with a loud moan. His cock managed to hit all the right spots inside you, making your toes curl as you tightened your grip on his back, certainly leaving behind red lines where your nails dragged along his skin. A pleased sound came from Zoro as he held your hips in place to control the thrusts as he wanted, while you became a mess under him.
Kisses were left against your stomach in silent worship to your body; Zoro kissed and nipped wherever he could reach, adding up to your pleasure however he could at the moment. There was too much to be enjoyed, and Zoro wanted all of it at once, no matter how impossible it seemed to be. He would never be able to enjoy you completely, damn it. Your walls clenched around his cock so deliciously whenever you arched your back and gripped on to him like that, milking him with each thrust, making him twitch as his balls tightened, but he tried to keep himself in check to enjoy you the most.
“There, there,” you gasped, wrapping both your legs around Zoro’s waist, and he complied, trying his best to keep himself thrusting at the same angle at the same time his movements grew more intense. “Ahh, Zoro—”
Zoro’s eye trained on your face, observing the way pleasure was written all over your face, the pleasure that he could give you. He couldn’t help the string of moans that escaped his lips when your fingers tangled with the hair on the back of his head and tugged on them. The pain sparkled down his spine, intensifying the arousal that he already felt. He didn’t know how to interpret the new action, but he supposed that he could do something about it.
The only reason for Zoro to shift the position was so that he could give you different stimulation. It took him a while to finally let go of your hip and lean back a little, groaning at having to reduce the pace of his thrusts, and eventually wrapped his hand around your cock instead, feeling it twitch in his grip. The change seemed to be worth it, given the way you squirmed and clenched around his cock, even more so when he pressed his thumb to your tip, tracing it before he could start jerking you off in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Zoro, ‘m close,” you whispered, observing Zoro with hazy eyes that made his heart flutter and his cock pulse.
“Mm, yeah, babe,” Zoro breathed through a moan. His thrusts became messier as his muscles grew tired of the repetitive motion, but he kept seeking that pleasure, feeling the knot in his lower stomach start to tighten. His grip on your cock became firmer, fingers trying to linger on your sensitive spots until you were practically thrusting into his hand, arching your back off the ground, and from there, it just took him a few thrusts for you to cum.
Your eyes pressed shut, eyebrows knitting together as you clung to Zoro when the pleasure washed over your body intensely with the orgasm, snatching a string of wanton moans from your lips. It was almost mesmerizing for Zoro, enough to drive him to the edge, and he finally came, keeping thrusting to ride out your orgasms while his fingers sank into your hip.
“Fuck,” you breathed shakily. “Zoro, I—”
“I’m not done yet,��� he cut you off.
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🔞Eating Out HC's | Chaos Crew
feat: ATV, Imallexx, G Clarkey, Arthur Hill, ChrisMD
ArthurTV:
-Facesit this mf to suffocation
-I don't think he's ever more hard than when he's got you sat on his face, squeezing his head with your thighs
-Oh and the hair pulling and praise drives him fucking WILD
-Sucking, lapping, flicking, his mouth is fucking GODLY too
-Aaaand i may be writing a fic ab this because it's just SUCH a goddamn savoury thought
Imallexx
-Why do I feel like he'd also be into face sitting
-Eyes closed, just blissed out to be between your thighs
-Sometimes just sticks his tongue out and lets you ride it yourself n use him for pleasure
-Loves a thick girlie that'll squish him down and ride his tongue
Cam Kirkham
~no out of respect for Chloe~
Arthur Hill
-Such a little kink for eating out but he's so needy for it that it happens everywhere but the bedroom
-Like, you've been sat on the kitchen barstool before and he's been begging you to just open your thighs and let him have you there, or just been plain on the sofa watching a movie with him and his fingers and tracing up your thighs, non-verbally asking whether you'd wanna let him eat u out with the patterns he traces across your skin
-Into all sorts of hair pulling and grinding down onto his tongue
-And why do i feel like he'd have a m-mmy kink too
George Clarkey
-Gets you lying on your back with your legs wrapped over his shoulders - his arms holding your hips up so that your pussy is against his mouth
-leaves hickeys all over your thighs where only he's gonna see it
-I think he's gonna try degrade and push you into doing multiple rounds too, just pushing and seeing how far you're gonna go for him
-Legs are shaking all because of him, the next day, and this cocky bastard is absolutely thrilled about it
Chrismd
-WHY ARE LITR ALL OF THESE FUCKS (atl imo) OBSESSED W FACE SITTING
-Loves the thick girlies that are going to put all their weight on his tongue and let him eat em out goooood
-So fucking pussy drunk, will absolutely lose his MIND giving wet, sloppy head
-His biceps n forearms clamping you down so that your pussy is completely flush against his mouth and you cannot move for a moment of relief and he's still licking you up and driving you into overstim even after you've cum
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Succession Preference: Giving Them The Silent Treatment
Requested: hi hi! I've been loving succession, I think Tom and Kendall are my favorite characters <3 Could I request a preference for the siblings (+ Tom or Greg if you're comfortable, totally understand if you don't wanna add them) making it up to their S/O after an argument? Maybe their S/O has given them the silent treatment and they wanna fix things?? Or something like that, it's totally up to you <3 - @meltingsandwhich
A/N: Shai!!!! I love this idea!!!! Thank you for requesting!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜
Connor would want to rip his hair out. The thought of you being angry and hurt enough to give him the silent treatment kills him. Forgotten and ignored as a child, the silent treatment doesn't sit well with him. It reminds him too much of his father, ripping open old wounds. He gives you the space you need, but eventually it becomes too much. He has to talk to you and he needs you to talk to him, to acknowledge him. He apologizes profusely, desperately, the people pleaser in him coming to life. You're still upset, but you realize immediately what you've done. You did what Logan has been doing to him his entire life. You apologize, too, putting into words why you were so upset. Your relationship isn't perfect, especially after a fight, but you know you cannot do that to him again. You have to talk it out, you have to address things, you have to break the cycle. Connor is more than happy to do so, hating the long stretch of silence.
Kendall, I think, would be just as petty at first. When you stare at him, mouth closed, anger radiating out of you, he realizes what you're doing and tries to beat you at your own game. He can only last a few minutes before his own insecurities devour him. Why aren't you talking to him? Is it over? Did one fight murder your whole relationship? He can't listen to the quiet anymore, finding any way to fill it. He screams and yells and begs, but you're stubborn. One too many times he has broken his promise to you, he has broken your heart. As far as you're concerned he deserves to suffer. You want him to. Not forever, not forever, but in this moment? It's all you want. He kicks furniture and makes a mess, yelling, angry, hurt. You can't keep it in anymore and you stat yelling, crying, telling him all your pain. Everything he's put you through. He promises to do better, to be better, that this will never happen again. You're not sure if you believe him. You're not sure you'll ever believe him again.
Shiv sorta pretends nothing happened. She asks you if you want to order in for dinner after a few days of not speaking. You can't believe it. It makes you even angrier, causing you to give her the silent treatment. By not speaking, you're forcing her to address it. You just stare at her as she goes through the drawer of menus. What? Are you seriously still mad? This frustrates her, causing her to become defensive. You're being irrational. You're being insecure. Funny, you say, you're starting to sound like your father. That hits hard. The fights you have are volatile and downright cruel. Afterwards you have to nurse your wounds, you take a few days, before going to one another. There isn't necessarily an apology spoken from either of you, but it's as close as you're going to get. You go back to normal after that. You're sure one of your fights will be the downfall of your relationship one day, but that day isn't this one. You know Shiv doesn't mean it, and neither do you, it's just the kind of thing you were raised to do: go for the throat.
Roman feels incredibly anxious when you give him the silent treatment. He can't stand it. He tries to fill the silence with jokes, but it doesn't work. His one defense mechanism isn't working nor is it appropriate. When is it ever? You break him down with your blank stare. He feels jittery and nervous and nauseous. Finally, he asks you what's wrong. Is this about our fight? Fuckin- seriously? He can't believe you're still upset. Of course I am, you say. He senses your frustration and he braces for the worst, flinching when you step closer. You explain to him, yet again, that though you're upset, you would never dare hurt him. He kinda wishes you would, at least then it would be all over and you wouldn't have to talk about it. You don't care that it makes him uncomfortable, you don't care if he squirms the whole time, you are going to address what's wrong in your relationship. He's not sure where to start, relying on you. You make up by talking it out in a serious manner, so that he understands.
Bonus! Tom is a big gift giver after an argument. Though he didn't grow up with money, he's quickly learned that if you throw enough of it at a problem, it'll go away. He knows you typically get quiet after a fight so he lets you be. In the morning he'll have something expensive and thoughtless wrapped up in a bow. You've learned that there's typically a double meaning to what he gets you and it often leaves you more hurt than you already were. You don't want something that cost a lot of money, you don't want something wrapped in a bow, presented to you like it's a million fucking dollars, you want him to change. You want to stop having the same arguments over and over again because, though he promises you he'll be better, he never is. That's what you want. You know if you said this though, it would fly right over his head. He doesn't want to change. He likes himself just the way he is. That's what you can't stand, that's why you go silent.
Bonus! Greg is pretty much oblivious to your silent treatment. He thinks, after your fight, which is less of a fight and more like a tense conversation when it comes to Greg, that everything is cool. Everything is going to go back to normal. He comes home after work talking about how Rome punched him in the arm and he thinks he's getting somewhere with Mencken when you ignore him. Sore throat? Are you coming down with something? No Greg, you say, frustrated, you're still mad at him. Oh. He didn't think you would be. He thought you got all you needed out when you were talking to him. You have to explain that the conversation you were having was actually a fight, that he participated in it, and he said some pretty hurtful things. Oh. He apologizes, but there's always a "but" in there with an excuse. That's what you're talking about. He's learned from the best at Waystar how not to take accountability.
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Hiiiii 💕💕💕
Could you write something about how these characters would react to reader accidentally calling them pretty right to thier face idk maybe reader is kinda out of it after a patrol or mission or is on pain meds or smth and is just like wow you're sooo pretty and just how would the characters react to this pls I was thinking for donna troy, Jason todd and dick grayson and hank hall if you write for hank?? Xox
Preference: You call them pretty
Titans Characters X GN!Reader
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Conner Kent, Kory Anders, Donna Troy & Hank Hall.
Dick Grayson:
You and Dick had been on patrol, and ended up fighting off a small group of criminals. You weren't injured too seriously but it was still quite painful, so you were given pain medication. You weren't very alert, and you just said whatever came to mind, so you ended up calling Dick 'pretty' right to his face.
Dick is a bit surprised by your compliment. He is not used to being complimented like that and he gets very flustered. He tries to pretend like he didn't hear, and he wants to brush it off by telling you that you probably didn't mean it. But, deep down, he is quite flattered by your compliment, and he finds it very adorable.
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Jason Todd:
You and Jason had been through a particularly exhausting night of crime-fighting. You guys were fighting this big gang that was taking over the streets and you managed to win. However, when you got back to the tower, you were exhausted and slightly disoriented.
As you look over at Jason, you call him 'pretty' without thinking. Jason is surprised as he wasn't expecting that but he played it off by giving you a small smirk. He even teases you back, calling you things like 'gorgeous' and basically showering you in compliments.
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Gar Logan:
You were watching Gar as he played this new video game he had discovered. As he finally beat the next level, he turned to you smiling, excited that he finally completed the level he'd worked so hard on. You chuckle at his antics and without thinking, you called him 'pretty'.
Gar is caught off guard by your comment and he can't help the faint blush that forms on his face. Gar grins sheepishly, his embarrassment transforming into a playful smirk. "Pretty, huh?" Gar teases, raising an eyebrow. You playfully roll your eyes, realizing your slip of the tongue.
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Conner Kent:
You and Conner were just spending some quality time together, going on a nice walk around town. As you stared up at your boyfriend, you didn't even realise but you had just called 'pretty', which you did not mean to say out loud at all.
Needless to say, Conner is quite surprised and flustered by this compliment, and he finds it very cute. You try to apologise profusely, but Conner just laughs it off and says that it was a cute mistake. He goes on to tell you that he finds it quite sweet that you think that way of him, and you both spend the rest of your day together with a warm and fuzzy feeling.
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Kory Anders:
You and Kory were having a nice, casual movie night. It was an 80's romance as Kory is really into anything 80's related. You looked over at her and noticed how pretty she looked while being so invested in the movie. Without thinking, you accidently called her 'pretty' out loud.
Kory doesn't think much of it but finds this quite adorable, and she is definitely flattered. She compliments you back, and you have a sweet moment together. You soon get back to the movie, mostly forgetting about what you said.
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Donna Troy:
You and Donna were on a romantic date at a new restaurant that Donna suggested you guys go to. As you sat opposite her, you couldn't help but think about how beautiful she is. Without even realising, you said out loud, "God, you're so pretty."
Donna is slightly surprised as she wasn't expecting you to say that, however, she takes the comment in stride and gives you a flirty half-smile with a wink, which causes your cheeks to turn a bright shade of pink. Donna thinks your reaction is adorable, and she's impressed by how honest and straightforward you are.
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Hank Hall:
You had been out drinking with some friends and you may or may not have drunk more than you can handle. All of your friends were plastered so none of them could drive you. Instead of getting an Uber, you decided to call your boyfriend, Hank.
As he arrives outside of the club and walks over to you, you can't help but think about how good-looking he is. Without realising, you call him 'pretty' to his face. Hank just chuckles at you, flashing you a charming smile. He wraps an arm around you, steadying your slightly wobbly stance. The next day, as soon as you're sober, he starts teasing you about it in a light-hearted way but you're confused as you have no recollection of anything that happened last night.
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Preference - One Direction
Tema: Ele precisa de uma "ajudinha"
Aviso: conteúdo sexualmente explícito, linguagem de baixo calão, +18
Zayn
Joguei o corpo para trás, exclamando uma série de palavrões. Precisava entregar aquele arranjo ainda hoje, mas nenhuma das minhas ideias parecia boa o suficiente.
Fiz e refiz uma dezena de vezes e sempre parecia medíocre.
— Talvez um banho me ajude. — Resmunguei para mim mesmo, me erguendo na cadeira onde estive nas últimas horas.
Meu corpo inteiro reclamava de estar praticamente na mesma posição há tanto tempo.
Entrei no quarto em silêncio, sabendo que S\N devia estar dormindo, já que recém estava amanhecendo.
Vestindo apenas uma camiseta minha e uma camiseta minúscula, minha garota respirava de forma lenta. Abraçando o meu travesseiro, como se fosse eu quem estivesse ali a acompanhando.
Não deixava de me sentir culpado por não poder dar a devida atenção à minha namorada. Mas tinha um prazo a cumprir.
Tirei minhas roupas e as joguei de qualquer jeito no chão do banheiro. Liguei o chuveiro quente e deixei que a água relaxasse meus músculos. Não sei quanto tempo fiquei com os olhos fechados, apenas aproveitando a sensação.
— Amor? — Uma S\N sonolenta chamou da porta do banheiro. — Está tudo bem? — Ouvi seu bocejar.
— Sim. Eu só precisava relaxar um pouco.
O box de vidro estava embaçado, mas eu podia ver sua silhueta, tirando a camiseta do corpo e baixando a calcinha. A porta foi aberta e minha garota me deu um sorrisinho, como quem pedisse permissão. Chamei-a com o indicador.
Dei um passo para o lado, deixando que ela molhasse o próprio corpo, e me perdendo nas gotas de água que desciam por sua pele.
Faziam dias que sequer nos tocávamos direito. Que eu apenas deitava na cama, exausto e apagava.
E, por mais que estivesse bem cansado agora, meu pau parecia discordar de mim.
S\N jogou a cabeça para trás, molhando os cabelos compridos com os olhos fechados. Deixando o pescoço esguio totalmente à mostra.
— Conseguiu terminar o arranjo? — Perguntou ainda com os olhos fechados.
— Ainda não. — Minha voz saiu mais grossa que o normal, o que a fez me encarar.
Os olhos castanhos desceram pelo meu corpo, parando exatamente na parte que implorava por atenção. Não consegui deixar de me sentir levemente envergonhado, ela não havia entrado lá para esse tipo de coisa, provavelmente só queria passar algum tempo comigo.
Mas o sorriso sacana que se abriu nos lábios avermelhados fizeram meu íntimo ter um espasmo.
— Você precisa relaxar, hum? — Falou baixinho. — Quer ajuda? — Acenei com a cabeça. Não sabia o que ela pretendia, mas estava completamente sedento.
S\N desligou o chuveiro, me empurrando pelos ombros até que encostasse na parede fria. Encarei seus movimentos, totalmente transtornado enquanto ela se colocava de joelhos. Lambendo os próprios lábios antes de me fitar com os olhos cheios de uma falsa inocência.
A mão pequena me tomou, me fazendo arrepiar. Não consigo desviar os olhos de sua figura, capturando o momento exato em que ela coloca a língua toda para fora, pincelando meu pau como a porra de um pirulito.
Encosto a cabeça na parede, sem conseguir segurar o gemido que me escapa.
Sem aviso prévio, S\N me toma com a boca. Engolindo tudo que pode.
— Caralho. — Resmungo.
Os sons molhados e de sucção são a perdição, assim como a sensação de sua boca quente à minha volta.
Ela me chupa de forma lenta, se deliciando e me levando ao limite. Embrenho uma das mãos entre os cabelos úmidos, guiando sua boca perfeita em um ritmo mais rápido.
A cena à minha frente é suja.
Minha garota de joelhos no chão do banheiro, os pingos de água escorrendo por sua pele, os mamilos duros em puxa excitação e a boca que me engole com devoção.
Sinto um orgasmo se formando aos poucos e perco totalmente o controle. Enfiando até bater em sua garganta. Lágrimas se formam nos olhos castanhos, mas S\N geme.
Fazendo sua boca tremer e reverberar em todo o meu corpo.
Afasto seu rosto, segurando ao máximo. Mas ela nega com a cabeça, segurando minhas coxas para que eu não me movesse.
— Amor, não vou conseguir segurar. — Aviso quase sem fôlego.
— Não se segure. Quero sentir você. — Ela sorri com os lábios inchados e volta a me abocanhar, com ainda mais vontade.
Jogo a cabeça para trás, revirando os olhos e gemendo alto quando o orgasmo me atinge. Mas ela não para. Engolindo até a última gota, sem deixar nada escapar.
Orgulhosa, ela se levanta. Limpando os resquícios do meu gosto com a língua.
— Me deixa cuidar de você. — Sussurrei me aproximando, mas ela liga o chuveiro.
— Não. Sua nova meta agora é terminar o arranjo. Quando estiver pronto, vai poder fazer o que quiser comigo. — Piscou um olho.
De repente o prazo já não me preocupa mais. Tudo que eu quero é terminar aquela merda e foder a minha mulher até perder os sentidos.
Liam
Equilibrei a bandeja com lanches em apenas um braço enquanto abria a porta do estúdio improvisando, fazendo o meu melhor para não fazer nenhum barulho.
— Amor? — Chamei baixinho, quando vi que Liami não estava gravando nada. Ele girou a cadeira de rodinhas em minha direção, me dando um sorriso cansado.
Já faziam duas semanas que ele trabalhava sem parar em seu álbum.
Entrei no estúdio, largando minha bandeja na mesinha de canto e indo em sua direção. Passei as mãos em seus ombros, fazendo uma pequena massagem. Liam curvou o corpo para a frente, encostando o rosto em meu peito, aproveitando o carinho.
— Posso fazer algo para ajudar? — Ofereci. Ele abriu apenas um olho, erguendo levemente o rosto para me olhar.
— Um abraço e um beijo bem gostoso? — Pediu fazendo beicinho, o que me fez rir.
Tomei o rosto lindo entre as mãos, tocando meus lábios nos seus de forma leve. Mas, ele não pareceu satisfeito, me puxando para sentar em seu colo e aprofundando o beijo com sua língua quente.
A cadeira se moveu com o peso extra, mas ele pareceu não se importar. Segurando minha cintura com força enquanto sua língua explorava cada cantinho da minha boca. Soltei um gemido involuntário. Minha menstruação havia acabado há poucos dias e eu estava mais do que sensível.
Senti quando ele sorriu durante o beijo, me puxando mais para baixo e pressionando a ereção crescente contra mim.
— Preciso tanto de você, babe. — Sussurrou, desviando seus beijos para meu pescoço.
— Mas e o álbum? — Perguntei com dificuldade.
— Pode esperar um pouquinho. — Afirmou.
Sem dificuldade nenhuma, Liam se ergueu comigo no colo, segurando minhas coxas para apoiar meu peso. Seu corpo estava muito diferente desde que havia voltado a frequentar a academia, ele estava mais forte e sua condição física estava muito maior.
Por mais que entendesse seu empenho com o álbum, ficávamos longe por tempo demais e parecia que a chama entre não precisava de mais do que um beijo para virar brasa.
Ele me carregou até o sofá de couro no canto do estúdio, sentando comigo ainda por cima.
Movi meu quadril, soltando um suspiro alto.
Liam parecia não conseguir esperar. Ele ergueu o quadril, empurrando a calça de moletom e a cueca em um único movimento.
Enfiando a mão por baixo do vestido florido que me cobria, ele sorriu ao sentir o tecido fino da calcinha completamente ensopado.
Ele passeou com os dedos longos por ali, separando minha carne e me fazendo soluçar com os espasmos que me atingiam.
— Pare de provocar. — Implorei.
Os olhos castanhos tinham um brilho diferente. Sem esperar que eu pedisse uma segunda vez, o homem enganchou o indicador em minha calcinha, afastando-a para o lado o suficiente para que tivesse acesso.
Era impossível não gemer toda vez que ele me preenchia. Era sempre como a primeira vez. Tão bom, tão quente…
— Tão apertada, amor… — Sussurrou em meu ouvido, fazendo a um caminho molhado pelo meu pescoço com sua língua.
Eu adorava a dualidade dele. Um amor de pessoa com os fãs, o amigo legal.
E o lado que apenas eu conhecia, o pervertido.
Comecei a movimentar meu corpo para cima e para baixo, intercalando com algumas reboladas, como eu sabia que ele adorava. Em resposta, Liam mordeu meu queixo e desferiu um tapa ardido em minha bunda, me fazendo ir ainda mais rápido.
— Gostosa. — Murmurou. — Assim mesmo.
O vestido começava a me incomodar, mas eu não deixaria que aquilo atrapalhasse. Estava tão molhada que sabia que ele podia sentir escorrer em seu pau. Apoiei as duas mãos em seus ombros, pegando ainda mais impulso e fazendo com que ele soltasse uma série de palavrões, misturados a gemidos.
— Porra, linda… você é tão boa. — Murmurou. Os cabelos meio curtos grudaram no suor de sua testa e a expressão de prazer que se formava em seu rosto era o suficiente para me enlouquecer ainda mais.
Liam passou um braço em minha cintura, trocando nossas posições sem dificuldade nenhuma no sofá. Ele me puxou pelas coxas, fazendo com que minhas pernas ficassem bem abertas e voltou a entrar.
Joguei a cabeça entre as almofadas. Quase derretendo em tanto prazer.
Quanto mais minha sanidade me abandonava, mais ele metia.
O som de nossas peles se batendo preenchiam o pequeno estúdio, assim como nossas lamúrias de puro tesão.
O orgasmo me atingiu sem aviso prévio, me fazendo gritar e apertar a camiseta que ele ainda vestia. Minhas paredes apertavam junto com os espasmos que meu corpo sofria e não demorou muito para que o corpo forte desmoronasse sobre o meu, jorrando forte a ponto de escorrer para fora.
Liam sorriu satisfeito, deixando um selinho demorado em meus lábios antes de desfazer nosso encaixe.
— Eu amo você. — Sussurrou, ainda sem fôlego.
— Amo você. — Respondi, sem forças.
Niall
— Ah, sim. Perfeito. — Murmurei depois de ouvir uma longa explicação sobre o novo patrocínio.
Já faziam quase duas horas que estávamos em reunião, depois de longas horas de ensaio. Estava exausto. Só conseguia pensar no quanto queria comer alguma coisa e ir descansar.
Meu celular vibrou no bolso da calça e aproveitei que o homem engravatado havia engatado em uma conversa com meu agente.
A foto que S/N havia mandado enviou um recado direto para meu pau dentro da calça. Não era nada além do que ela costumava fazer.
Uma foto sua dentro de um provador, perguntando se eu gostava do vestido que havia acabado de comprar.
O tecido vermelho não era revelador demais, terminava no meio de suas coxas e o decote redondo salientava os seios deliciosos.
Não respondi, apenas me despedi daqueles que estavam na mesa inventando ter um outro compromisso que não poderia esperar e saí de lá o mais rápido possível, fazendo o meu melhor para esconder a ereção que havia dentro da calça.
Assim que entrei em meu apartamento, caminhei em passos largos até a cozinha. S/N cozinhava distraída, usando seu novo vestido.
Me aproximei lentamente, sem que ela notasse e segurei sua cintura. Minha namorada deu um pulinho de susto e sorriu ao me ver.
— Amor, achei que chegaria mais tarde. — Falou desligando o fogão e se virando para me abraçar.
Sem conseguir esperar mais, ataquei sua boca com a minha. Como sempre, minha garota correspondeu, embrenhando os dedos em meus cabelos e puxando alguns fios com delicadeza.
— O que foi isso? — Perguntou baixinho, ainda com os olhos fechados.
— Você não tem noção de como sua foto me deixou. — Sussurrei em seu ouvido antes de morder o lóbulo.
— A foto? Mas não tinha nada demais… — Suspirou ao sentir que minhas mãos apertavam sua bunda.
— Você ficou tão gostosa nesse vestido, meu amor. Não consegui pensar em mais nada além de vir aqui e te comer bem gostoso. — A pele de seu pescoço arrepiou, me fazendo sorrir.
Puxei o corpo da garota para cima do meu, caminhando com ela até o nosso quarto.
Não consigo pensar direito, o tesão corre solto em minhas veias.
Ataco sua boca com a minha antes de jogar seu corpo sobre o colchão. S\N solta um gritinho de surpresa, mas o sorriso sacana que se abre em sua boca mostra que ela está gostando.
Puxo os dois lados da minha camisa, fazendo os botões voarem por todo o quarto. Tiro o cinto e jogo a calça social longe, junto com a cueca. Não estou em condições mentais para aguentar joguinhos. S\N leva as mãos até a barra do vestido.
— Fica com ele. — Peço, fazendo-a assentir.
Subi na cama, caminhando de joelhos em sua direção. Enfiei as mãos por baixo do vestido, puxando a calcinha minúscula para fora.
O ar parece quente ao entrar em meu pulmão, o calor é insuportável. S/N coloca uma das mãos pequenas em meu peito, me empurrando para sentar e então vindo para cima de mim, passando uma perna de cada lado do meu corpo.
Puxo o decote do vestido para baixo, libertando seus seios mas aprisionando um entre meus lábios em seguida. Ela embala a cintura para a frente, esfregando minha glande pelo entrada molhada e me fazendo gemer contra a sua pele.
— Não brinca comigo, amor. — Avisei.
Não preciso dizer mais nada. S/N coloca a mão entre nossos corpos, me encaixando antes de afundar em meu colo. Reviro os olhos com o aperto, impulsionando o corpo para cima.
Nosso encaixe não é nada delicado. S/N praticamente pula em mim, gemendo alto e jogando a cabeça para trás. Eu ergo o vestido, fazendo com que fique embolado em sua cintura, e a imagem de como meu pau a preenche me deixa ainda mais sem controle. Afundo os dedos em sua cintura, metendo o mais forte que posso. S/N segura meus ombros, sorrisos misturados a gemidos.
O orgasmo atinge a nós dois sem nenhum aviso. Ela deixa seu corpo cair sobre o meu e eu enfio o rosto em seu pescoço. A corrente elétrica ainda percorre nossos corpos, tentamos encontrar o ar depois de tudo aquilo.
— Como foi a reunião? — Ela pergunta com um sorriso debochado.
— Eu não lembro. — Respondo com sinceridade.
Harry
Acordo assustada quando Harry sai da cama praticamente correndo. Ele parece esquecer que eu dormia em seu braço quando simplesmente se levantou de qualquer jeito.
— Amor? — Chamei ainda cheia de sono, fazendo-o para no caminho para o banheiro. — Está tudo bem?
— E-está. — Responde, mas o fato de gaguejar deixa claro que é uma mentira.
— O que aconteceu? — Sento na cama e ligo o abajur, iluminando o ambiente. — Teve um pesadelo?
— N-não.
— Amor, me deixa te ajudar. — Falo ainda encarando suas costas.
— Ah, porra. — Resmunga, me surpreendendo, já que ele raramente fala palavrão.
Levanto da cama, tocando em seus ombros, mas Harry se esquiva.
— O que está acontecendo, Styles? — Reclamo. O homem solta um suspiro alto, virando em minha direção finalmente. Seu rosto está completamente vermelho.
— Eu estava sonhando com você, okay? — Murmura, sem encarar meu rosto.
— E isso é ruim? — Pergunto ainda sem entender.
— Não, mas, é vergonhoso. — Bufa.
— Vergonhoso por que? — Franzo as sobrancelhas, confusa. Mas qualquer confusão some quando vejo o volume que preenche sua calça de moletom. — Oh…
— Desculpa, amor. — Ele suspira. — Eu vou tomar um banho e já… — Harry começa a se afastar, mas eu seguro seu pulso. Ele me encara, os olhos arregalados.
Por mais que sua personalidade expansiva não deixasse transparecer em frente aos outros, Harry era extremamente tímido para algumas coisas. Talvez fosse o fato de que cada passo que ele desse fosse sempre tão vigiado, mas, às vezes ele sequer conseguia aproveitar alguns momentos. E, mesmo que fosse extremamente carinhoso desde o começo do nosso relacionamento, há poucos meses, Harry não era o tipo que compartilhava suas fantasias ou falava obscenidades durante a transa. As poucas vezes que esse tipo de coisa aconteceu, havia bebida envolvida.
— Me conta sobre o sonho. — Pedi baixinho, puxando-o em direção da cama. Observei como seu pomo de adão subiu e desceu.
— A gente tava… — Começou, mas a timidez o tomou mais uma vez.
Sentamos lado a lado, e eu já podia sentir o calor começar a me tomar. Minhas mãos coçava para tocá-lo, mas não queria ultrapassar nenhum limite.
— Continua, meu bem. — Incentivei, colocando uma mão sobre seu joelho. Harry fechou os olhos e soltou um suspiro. — O que eu estava fazendo no seu sonho?
— Você estava… — Sussurrou a última parte, sendo impossível que eu ouvisse.
— Não entendi, meu amor. — Falei, com a voz um pouco mais manhosa, subindo a mão por sua coxa e sentindo os músculos enrijecendo.
— Porra. Você estava me chupando. — Não consigo conter o suspiro que me escapa. Isso é algo que nunca fizemos. — É nojento, me desculpa.
— Não acho nojento. — Murmuro, arrastando meu corpo para fora da cama. Styles observa cada uma da minhas movimentações. Paro a sua frente, ajoelhando entre suas pernas.
— O-o que está fazendo? — Pergunta baixinho, soltando um gemido estrangulado quando passo a mão em sua ereção por cima do moletom. Seguro a barra da calça, puxando-a para fora do seu corpo junto com a peça íntima. — V-você não precisa fazer isso. — Ele diz alto, nervoso.
— Eu quero. — Encarei seus olhos. — Não quer que eu te chupe, babe? — Tombei a cabeça para o lado, fingindo uma inocência que em nada combina com o meu atual estado.
— Ah, caralho. — Harry jogou o corpo um pouco para trás, apoiando o peso nos braços.
Com os olhos fixos aos seus, deixei um carinho por toda a extensão da carne dura e quente. Fazendo-o soltar todo o ar que prendia nos pulmões.
— Não respondeu a minha pergunta, H. — Passei a língua entre os lábios. — Quer que eu te chupe?
— Porra, eu quero.
Passo a língua pela cabeça avermelhada, seus suspiros preenchem meus ouvidos, me encorajando a continuar. Sugo a glande gorda, e vejo como Harry começa a perder o controle. Ele respira fora de ritmo e aperta o lençol entre os dedos.
— Tira isso. — Peço apontando para a camiseta branca que cobre seu peito. — Quero ver você.
Ele me obedece rápido, jogando a peça pelo ombro, me dando a visão privilegiada de seu peito, ombros e barriga. Os músculos estão tensos.
O levo até a boca mais uma vez, mas agora indo um pouco mais fundo. Harry solta um palavrão quando sente minha garganta. Não sei exatamente o ritmo que deveria estabelecer, então o chupo de forma lenta, saboreando seu gosto.
Styles leva uma das mãos até meu cabelo, enrolando em volta do pulso e me fazendo aumentar o ritmo. Seus olhos têm um brilho que eu nunca havia visto, mas estava adorando. Os lábios cheios estavam entreabertos, soltando gemidos, as sobrancelhas franzidas e uma camada fina de suor começava a se formar em sua testa.
Sinto quando ele fica ainda mais duro em minha boca, seu gosto ficando mais forte, misturado a minha saliva que escorre para fora.
— Para. — Disse, me afastando, me deixando confusa mais uma vez.
— Achei que estivesse gostando. — Sussurrei.
— Ah, eu estava adorando. — Falou com a respiração desregulada. — Mas agora, eu preciso foder você. — Me puxou pelos braços para a cama.
Um frio na barriga me atingiu. Harry nunca havia falado de forma tão explícita, e isso me fez escorrer ainda mais.
Ele parecia outra pessoa, completamente dominado pelo desejo.
Empurrando meu corpo pelo colchão, as mãos ágeis arrancando meu conjunto de pijama e a calcinha antes que eu pudesse sequer pensar em fazê-lo. Então ele me empurra mais uma fez, fazendo ajoelhar em frente a cabeceira da cama, colocando minhas mãos ali como apoio. Sinto o calor de seu corpo em minhas costas, mesmo que ele não me toque.
— Me avise se for demais. — Sussurra em meu ouvido, deixando um beijinho em meu ombro.
Um arrepio percorre minha pele com a promessa silenciosa da melhor transa da minha vida.
Harry leva a mão até minha cintura, me fazendo empinar em sua direção. Ele me provoca, esfregando a glande em minha entrada. Empino mais e resmungo, fazendo-o soltar uma risadinha rouca.
Estou pronta para xingá-lo pela provocação, quando sinto seu membro me preencher por inteiro de uma vez. Solto um grito, minhas paredes o apertam e eu solto a cabeça para a frente. Ele fica alguns segundos parado, para que eu me recupere da surpresa, mas então começa a investir com violência.
Sua pele bate contra a minha, causando estalos tão altos quanto os nossos gemidos. Uma das mãos segura meu seio, brincando com o meu mamilo entre os dedos.
— Você é tão gostosa, bebê. — Sussurra, a voz rouca como nunca antes. — Você desperta um lado meu que eu não sabia que existia.
— Qual? — Pergunto com dificuldade. Ele mantém o ritmo alucinante, fazendo minhas pernas tremerem.
— O pervertido. Porra, eu quero estar dentro de você o tempo todo. — Confessa. — Eu chego a sonhar com você, S\N. Te comendo em todas as posições possíveis.
— Haz. — Gemo e ele afunda ainda mais os dedos em minha cintura.
— Eu tento me segurar ao seu lado, mas, porra, você é tão boa, amor. — Deixa beijos em meu pescoço. — Eu poderia te foder todos os dias pelo resto da vida, e mesmo assim sempre vou querer mais. O que fez comigo, garota? — Viro o rosto, para deixar um beijo em seus lábios.
Suas palavras obscenas, o ritmo enlouquecedor, as mãos em meu corpo, é tudo demais para aguentar. Me desmancho em seu corpo, gemendo seu nome alto e sinto quando Styles perde o restinho do controle, investindo ainda mais forte e gozando tão forte que uma parte escapa, pingando pela cama.
Sentamos na cama, completamente exaustos e saciados.
— Posso realizar seus sonhos sempre que quiser. — Falo, tentando esconder o sorriso que se forma em meus lábios.
— Vou contar com isso.
Louis
Duas semanas de repouso absoluto. Com exceção apenas de idade ao banheiro e com ajuda.
Essas eram as exatas palavras do médico após a lesão grave do meu namorado.
Fiquei completamente desesperada quando Lottie me ligou em uma noite qualquer para avisar que Louis havia se machucado durante o ensaio e eles estavam no hospital.
Os primeiros dias foram tranquilos, o o homem estava adorando ser "mimado". Mas foi no momento em que neguei sua primeira investida, lembrando que ele estava proibido de fazer esforços físicos que meu calvário começou.
Mesmo precisando ficar quase 24h em cima da cama, Tomlinson parecia estar subindo pelas paredes. E era difícil demais negá-lo quando eu também estava sedenta.
Ele fazia questão de fazer carinhos cheios de mãos bobas durante a madrugada, me provocar com beijos quentes demais e depois ficava frustados quando eu fugia para um banho frio.
A noite estava quente em Londres, e eu decidi dormir com minha camisola mais confortável. Saí do banho já pronta para deitar e vi como os azuis se ergueram do celular quando saí do banheiro.
— Puta que pariu, você quer me matar. — Pronunciou alto. A perna engessada permanecia na pequena torre de travesseiros, me lembrando que eu não podia ceder.
— Você já me viu com isso um monte de vezes, amor. — Lembrei.
— E em todas elas eu fiz questão de tirar! — Disse em puro desespero.
— Quer que eu troque?
— Eu quero que você venha aqui e me deixe te foder. — Caminhei até a cama, deixando um beijinho em seus lábios.
— Só mais uma semana, amor. — Prometi.
— Eu vou morrer até lá! — Bufou, afundando a cabeça no travesseiro.
— Quanto exagero. — Falei rindo.
— Exagero? Você sai desse banheiro com uma camisola minúscula, com esse corpo delicioso e espera que eu faça o que?
— Durma.
— Você me odeia. — Disse em uma expressão fechada, quase me fazendo rir.
— Você sabe que eu te amo.
— Se me amasse mesmo, me ajudaria com isso. — Um sorriso sacana se abriu em seus lábios quando ele pegou em meu pulso e largou minha mão sobre seu membro endurecido. Um arrepio percorreu minha coluna. — Preciso tanto de você, love. — Sussurrou, me fazendo fechar os olhos.
— Não, o médico disse...
— Que eu não posso fazer esforço físico. — Repetiu revirando os olhos. — Mas ele não disse nada sobre a mão e a boca da minha namorada deliciosa. — Sugeriu.
— Eu não sei...
— Prometo ficar quietinho. — Fez um beicinho.
Apertei seu pau sobre a cueca, fazendo-o soltar um gemido estrangulado. Já me sentia quente, estava louca por ele. Éramos um casal com a vida sexual extremamente ativa, um cenário onde passamos mais do que três dias sem sexo era improvável até agora.
— Promete?
— Prometo, amor. — Balançou a cabeça rápido.
Empurrei a cueca preta para baixo, vendo como seu pau pulou para fora e sentindo minha boca salivar.
Deixei alguns beijinhos por sua extensão, ouvindo suas lamúrias. Me sentia completamente quente com tudo aquilo. Engoli o máximo que consegui, usando minha mão para acariciar o resto.
— Me deixa te tocar, linda. — Sussurrou.
Tomando cuidado para me mover na cama sem mover sua perna machucada, ajoelhei próximo ao seu tronco, voltando a engolir seu membro. Louis soltou alguns gemidos, a mão grande erguendo minha camisola e se enchendo com a pele da minha bunda, logo depois deixando um tapa ardido, o que me faz gemer contra a sua pele. Ele empurra a cintura para cima, querendo ir mais fundo.
— Quieto. — Aviso, me afastando apenas o suficiente para conseguir falar.
Louis murmura algo em concordância, e então afasta o tecido da minha calcinha o suficiente para ter acesso à minha intimidade. Seus dedos separam minha carne, subindo e descendo devagarzinho. Solto o ar pelo nariz, com a boca cheia dele. Dois dedos me preenchem, indo fundo, lentamente, de forma torturante e deliciosa.
— Sua boceta é tão linda, amor. — Sussurra, me fazendo empinar ainda mais em sua direção. — Por quê não senta em mim, hum? — Viro para olhá-lo.
— Por mais que eu queira, isso pode machucar a sua perna. — Lamento.
— Foda-se isso, amor. Eu preciso de você. — Resmunga, manhoso.
— Lou…
— Se você não sentar no meu pau agora, eu juro que arranco esse gesso e te fodo sem dó. — Sua voz é firme, o tesão estampado em seu rosto deixa claro que ele fala sério.
— Você precisa ficar bem paradinho. — Avisei, passando as pernas em sua cintura.
— Anda logo! — Bufa, quase me fazendo rir.
Posiciono seu membro em minha entrada, nosso encaixe perfeito.
Não quero perder o controle. Não posso.
Mas, porra…
Tê-lo dentro de mim é bom demais.
Me movo lentamente, tomando o maior cuidado do mundo. Mas não parece o suficiente para Louis. Ele segura minha cintura, me fazendo subir e descer mais rápido. Tento reclamar, com medo de piorar sua situação, mas um tapa forte em minha bunda me cala.
Reviro os olhos, sentindo quando ele ignora completamente as ordens médicas e começa a investir contra mim.
— Porra, que saudade. — Ele fala com dificuldade. Seguro seus ombros com força, tentando controlar pelo menos um pouco a situação. Louis espalma as mãos em minha bunda, fazendo minha cintura ir para a frente e para trás.
Nossos movimentos se tornam ainda mais rápidos, a cama range e por um momento, não consigo pensar em seu ferimento.
Tomlinson ergue o tronco, atacando meus lábios. Castigando-os com os dentes e chupões fortes. Enlaço seu pescoço, sentindo o orgasmo me atingir. Ele geme alto contra a minha boca, chamando meu nome alto e me preenchendo com força uma última vez.
Respiramos fora de ritmo, trocando alguns selinhos já mais calmos.
Saio de seu colo, sentindo meu corpo exausto.
— Você está bem? — Pergunto, ficando preocupada de repente.
— Estou ótimo. — Sobra a resposta, com um sorriso vitorioso em seus lábios.
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