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sinsirellaxx · 21 hours
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I love love love your toxic Slytherin boys series. Can you write how they would react if you tried to give them notes (aka constructively criticize them in bed). I think it would be cute/funny. ILY!
Slytherin boys – you (respectfully) criticize them in bed
Warning: Toxic boys and slight smut here and there
A/N: I'm sorry, this isn't as funny and cute as I initially wanted it to be – but I hope you still enjoy it! Love you too! ❤️
Mattheo …
… is shocked. He’d be deeply offended but instead of blowing up or trying to argue he’ll just have to prove that he is unmatched in bed. Whatever you tell him, he’ll disprove. If you tell him that he should pay more attention to your clit, whenever he goes down on you, he would do exactly that. But with a twist: he’d not stop until you were crying from being overstimulated, the muscles in your thighs spasming – your body completely shutting off.
“Already tired, love?” He’d murmur breathlessly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “We’re just getting started, doll. You’re in for a long night.”
Theodore …
… blinked at you when you told him he was always too rough. “Too rough?” He questioned; his brows raised. Your cheek flushed red as you fidgeted in front of him, slowly nodding your head as you confessed that it hurt sometimes.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, tesoro.” He whispered softly, tracing your jaw with his fingers before taking a hold of your chin. “I’ll be more careful. Sometimes I just can’t help it – I get lost in the feeling of you.” He mumbled seductively as he lifted your face to kiss you.
Lorenzo …
… scoffed when you told him that he was bad with his fingers. He glared at you as you apologized, telling him that you didn’t mean to offend him. Lorenzo would not touch you for days. He’d reject any advances from you and watch your face fall every time.
He’d wait until the perfect timing until he made his move – which was in class. You were sitting next to him at the far back of the classroom. Enzo moved his right hand to your thigh, the corners of his lips twitching as he felt you flinch and tense up. His fingers teased the hem of your skirt before moving his fingers towards your panties. You tried removing his hand from advancing any further, but he managed to slip his fingers under the cotton fabric, slowly teasing your slit.
He'd show you how talented he was with his fingers. He was an excellent pianist after all.
Draco …
… is offended. No matter how nice and careful you were about it Draco was mad. He’d be ashamed. Instead of trying to listen to you he would completely reject whatever you have to say.
He wouldn’t initiate intimacy for the next few weeks either and would always find an excuse. “I’m not in the mood.” “Not now.”
He would be so petty about the whole thing. You would have to pull him aside and talk to him about it, reassuring him that he was great.
Blaise …
… laughed out loud. When you repeated what you said and told him you were being serious, he stopped. He didn’t know what to say either but after gathering his thoughts he asked you to exactly tell him what you want before removing his shirt. He’d not let you leave before you hadn’t told him how you liked it.
Tom …
… threw you on his bed before you could even open your lips to speak. He read your mind – which he occasionally did – and was shocked to hear you weren’t completely satisfied. He had taken offense to your thoughts and the only way for him to forgive you is to make you regret thinking them.
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minasvalentine · 4 months
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zepskies · 6 months
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Hello! I was wondering... kinda cringy but can I request comparing hand sizes with Soldier boy headcanons
Hey love!! ❤️
Aw, it's not cringey. That's actually really cute! Let me see what I can do for you...
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader Word Count: 500 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only on this one, folks! For some smutty musings on those talented fingers.
Headcanon: The way you love Ben's hands.
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You love playing with his hair, slipping your fingers through the soft strands.
But you also love his hands.
Despite the pampered lifestyle he led growing up, Ben is a very tactile person. He likes working with his hands.
You like to catch him when he's cleaning his weapons. He takes them apart and puts them back together expertly. His smooth hands and long fingers glide as they polish metal with a small rag.
You like to watch him try and fail to cook, ultimately burning the eggs. You like the way his hands move quick yet awkward with the wooden spoon scraping across the pan.
(He burns the bacon too. "It's better that way, extra fucking crispy," he grumbles, when you tease him.)
You like the strength in his hands, tempered just for you.
When his fingers brush across your cheek. When they graze your arm absently while something plays on TV. When he comes up behind you and rests a heavy hand at the small of your back. Or when they grip your hips and thighs and ass hard enough to bruise.
When those talented fingers tease you, slipping between your legs and finding the source of your pleasure with ease.
Long fingers slowly dipping inside your wet heat, exploring your inner walls with the practiced patience of a man fully familiar with every part of you.
They know where and how and when to twist and curl, making you utter broken gasps of his name and shudder from deep within.
And Ben gets something he loves: the sound of your voice as you come hard on his fingers, and make it known in his ear...
But sometimes, it's just as simple as laying with him in bed, afterwards, holding one of his hands in yours.
Your fingers trace over each and every one of his, noting the differences of his larger hand in your smaller one. You compare them in your mind: both different versions of smooth, his masculine to your slender. His blunt nails to your longer ones.
One night, you even line up your hand against his, like Tarzan and Jane.
His brows furrow. "The hell're you doing?"
A smile tugs at your lips. "Nothing. You've just got huge hands."
He snorts. "I have a man's hands."
You roll your eyes. Right. But your smile deepens when you bring the back of his hand to your lips. You turn it over and press a sweet kiss into his palm, closing your eyes.
Ben tolerates it.
Or so he'd have you believe.
Really, he just watches you as a tendril of warmth plumes in his chest. His lips hint at a smile.
There are wordless moments when he knows you love him.
He'll probably never tell you out right, but times like these are some of the ones he likes most with you.
They stay in his memory long afterwards. And when the darker ones threaten to cloud his day, he pulls these moments out like old photographs, imprinted on his mind.
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AN: Hehe, hope you guys like this one! ❤️
Just so you know, there's a longer SB imagine coming soon (either this coming week or next), and it is ✨Angsty.✨ 😅
I'll probably release an interesting one next. Though the request was a bit niche, I really got into it! So I'm hoping you all will enjoy. It includes reactions from Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben)...
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wordsbymae · 1 year
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What's the farms favorite sex position?
How would he react to darling having some fun with his body when he is asleep? Or pumpkin wakes him up with sex?
If darling is very pure and unknowledgeable how does he teach them about sex?
What would his ideal valentine's day look like?
What is favorite risque outfit to put pumpkin in?
Hiiii!!! I am very sorry this took me ages but thank you for asking!!!
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Oh boy, if he was ten years younger it would be doggy style. But he's getting older, and his knees don't work as well as they used to. Nowadays he likes it best when his darling rides him. Let him take a break. But don't think for a second that darling controls any aspect of what's happening. The farmer is still in control of every aspect. Speed, force. It's all him.
This is probably not the answer you were hoping for, but he hates it and doesn't like it. He works from sun up to sun down, he wants/needs every single wink of sleep he can get. As much as he loves his darling and their very talented mouth. He's still a grumpy old man who needs his "beauty sleep". That doesn't mean he won't try to feel up the reader when they're in bed.
He would be so pervy and condescending. Very mocking and teasing. He thinks he's way more intelligent than the reader and lets them know it.
"I don't know how...I've- um, never done that before"
"It ain't rocket science pumpkin. You'll figure it out, so get to it"
In my mind, the reader's never dated anyone (and neither has he) but that leads to him taking full advantage of that. Telling them that it's normal for boyfriends to watch their partners showering or for them to touch their partners under the table during dinner this early in a relationship. * This is more my flower seller au than my original one but yeah.
Haha, he's never ever celebrated Valentine's Day. Probably doesn't even know what date it's on. But he would take complete advantage of it. His ideal one would be getting sucked off like 5x that day and fucking the reader whenever he sees fit. He's a simple man.
Once again he's a simple man so he's not really into lace or silk or anything fancy. Maybe a shirt of his or (implied fem reader) a pretty white cotton dress. Better yet nothing
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ladycamillewrites · 1 year
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‣ Show some respect ・Conrad x ofc
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‣ warnings: 18+ darker themes, kinda smuttish, scratching the line of dub/con, dom/sub vibes
Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine Corps General was assigned to Capt Conrad's expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear...
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“Excuse me, Captain?“
“Shit“ James huffed, the annoyed undertone more heated than the tropical climate, as his sweaty palm slipped off the gun he was cleaning.
“What is it Miller?“
“The General's offspring...“ one of his soldiers began but his voice quickly faded in shy, incoherent murmur.
The Captain growled to himself, a hand dirty smeared with oil and old blood wandered up to the apex of his neck, annoyedly choking himself.
His patience was wearing paper thin with the stubborn, gritty woman whose body had enchanted and distracted his soldiers since day one.
She was pretty and knew how to fight, shoot and- hell, she was a military woman. A surprisingly unwary one.
“I don't have all day, Miller. Where the fuck is she?“ he eventually commanded to know, ready to make an end to her exhausting manners.
“I- I don't really know, sir. But I've found her M14 hanging from a tree near the mountains and-"
But Conrad didn't let him finish. The piece of information he got sufficed to get his long legs working, pushing everyone and everything to the side relentlessly.
This woman chewed on his last nerves and spit them out like gum. The experienced Captain was sated, no matter who her father was.
As if he truly cared about those silly ranks. It was him in charge here and him only.
The path she had taken was risky, leafs covering the humid ground and crooked roots hindering you from casual steps.
Damn this gorgeous, stubborn princess Conrad cussed to himself, his veiny hands tightly around the grip of his survival knife. She could easily die in the jungle and he would be damned to send her home to daddy in a coffin.
The Captain in charge should be in charge of all his soldiers what automatically meant to protect them if he wanted to do his job right.
“Miss Jackson?“ he yelled from the top of his lungs as a grain of fear suddenly crept through his pores. Muscles were tensed, biceps bulged as his fingers latched in the rocky crevices in front of him.
“Lieutenant Jackson?“ A second unfruitful try.
To the toxic cocktail of anger, annoyance and hungry testosterone surging through his veins, nervousness was slowly added.
“Louise. Don't fucking play me“
“Or what?“ she chirped from behind, the entertainment of having watched his cold expression turning to worry was clearly audible.
Conrad grunted, letting go of the dirty rock and balling his hands into determined fists. A poor try to release said mixture of emotions.
Especially when the strongest one was the need to dominate her and the spirited nature she held. Conrad had seen it in her eyes whenever he raised his voice or approached her with stern eyes.
There was respect, submission flashing.
One day he would get it all out of her, relishing in the way he knew you'd give in to him.
“Or I will send you the fuck back. Daddy will surely be happy to see his stubborn, spoiled princess“ he spat, still spinning on the spot to find the wickedly grinning woman hanging upside down from a thick tree branch.
“I'm here, James“ she giggled, her voice sweeter than Melipona honey as it rung in the Captain's ear.
A mischievous trickery of mother nature hence the athletic man's temper cooled down for a second, enchanted by her voice and the sexual promise of her presence. His first name from her mouth.
Sugary.
Then, his ocean blue orbs found her petite body swinging on that branch like a mindless child, blonde curly hair hanging down in strands that looked like waves dipped in orange evening rays.
She was gorgeous, innocent almost for a mind so full of charades and thirst for adventures.
“It's Captain Conrad“ he scoffed trying not to loose his poise “Come down!“.
Pouting, she swung down, her breasts jiggling invitingly as two feet hit the muddy ground. “You're no fun, Conrad“ Louise protested, clearly annoyed from the Captain's tireless longing for overall control.
A swift, delicate hand brushed his hip as she dipped down to quickly undo the button that held his knife in place and stole it. The amused smirk never left her slightly tanned face while she feigned disappointment.
“Give that back. Now“ he growled, stepping closer from behind and grabbing her wrist in a vice-like intensity.
Louise was startled for a second, her smile dropping at the anger he bestowed upon her. For the first time physically instead of through mere commands and wordlessly chiding gazes.
A rough jolt on her arm elicited the idea of a whimper, her cheeky nature silenced by the piercing, narrowed eyes. Weapons of unspoken things.
“Don't doe-eye me, Louise. That shit's not gonna work“ Conrad stated roughly, her delicate skin forming goosebumps as the hot breath of her Captain whispered across her cheek.
Birds chirped far away in the dense rainforest, the woman's breath quickening as her mind ran riot. What would he do to punish her?
Trying to turn away she felt his hand departing from her surely bruised wrist, trailing her arm to suddenly snap upwards and fasten around her neck.
“I am fed up. You've overplayed your hand, princess“ he sneered, voice kept in a cage of intimidating, lower octaves that made her know she was finally doomed.
The wit left her like a skittish lamb fleeing from the bad wolf as her body however, relished in the handsome Captain's fierce grip.
Fear. A strange kind of fear spread in Louise's system making her quiver under the man's touch she had never felt on those places of her body before.
Almost choking on air, she tried to speak, more of a caw “Conrad, stop“.
“Just like you stopped when I told you to fucking stay near me? No, commanded you?“
His muscular form pushed her backwards, keeping her upright as she almost stumbled across a stone.
“I ju- just wanted to exp- explore“ she panted, panicking hands groping his, practically begging him to let go of her throat.
Conrad's nerves were on edge, all the worries and fury that had stacked over the last few days drove him feral.
Louise writhing and most of all; finally silenced under his touched was a wonderful salvation.
“You want me to list all the ways you could die here, huh?“ his raspy baritone scoffed, pearls of sweat built on his strained forehead.
Not too surprised at the dampness in her panties, Louise averted her hazel eyes from the harsh contrast that were oceanic blues piercing her panting chest.
“No, but please...“
“Please what?“ he continued walking her back until she hit the soft surface of a mossy trunk. Derisively.
“Please don't tell my dad. I thought you wouldn't dare anyway but-“ the blonde began as the grip around her neck loosened, instead his chest applying a fixating pressure on her smaller frame.
But Conrad interrupted her plea with a dry, hoarse laughter. He was amazed by the fact that she really assumed herself safe just because her dad was ranked way above him.
She was too fresh. Too unexperienced.
“Louise, listen. This expedition is under my lead so you will follow my orders. Understood?“
Her answer vanished in the humid air of Guatemalan jungle as she shuddered from Conrad's knee pressing in between her own. An intimate inch above instead.
Intrusive.
“Your Captain asked you something“ he repeated, this time even more determined and in perfect unison with his erect cock pressing against your crotch.
A threat of dipping in too dark waters wrapped as sexual devastation.
Nothin more than a poor nod was possible, as Louise slowly drowned in the beauty and dominance of the man who was proofing his interest in a very decadent way.
Or was this going to be her punishment?
A very sexual punishment she was both utterly afraid and painfully curious about?
Conrad was a handsome man to her, sweaty muscles proudly presenting their outlines through his criminally tight shirts. And those damn eyes...
Of course, he saw her drooling gaze, bathing in the flashes of adoration and lust.
But the sudden respect she was radiating like a submissive puppy was the venom that forced him to yearningly roll his hips against her small body. The dominance this misbehaving beauty was gifting him numbed all senses.
“James, please“ she begged, unsure of the origin of her choice of words.
What the hell was she even begging for? Release from his intimidating touch or was it more she craved?
“Shit“ he cursed leaning forward to sink his teeth in the exposed apex of her breast.
“I- I mean Captain“ Louise hastily corrected her mistake, suddenly weirdly eager to please this sexual threat of a man. At least the formalities he demanded.
“Look at that“ he breathed against her sweaty skin while the young soldier wriggled underneath his cocky tongue.
“The princess is capable of learning after all“.
The more greedy he got the darker got her premonition.
This was so wrong. Conrad was angry and reckless and she may have been disrespectful but could she really bear his punishment?
Probably not.
A traitorous moan escaped her parted lips, head slamming against the moss as Conrad's teeth ripped her shirt apart, revealing her hardened buds to the tropical air.
“St- stop“ she mewled, raking her arms around his broad, muscular body, the action obviously betraying the veracity of her words.
“Not going to happen, Louise“ another buck of his strong hips shook her body so good “You've had your fun sneaking away and now it's my turn to do how I please“...
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a/n: two premieres in this one; first ofc and first that scratches the line of dub/con. Hope I did it justice ;)
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sonofshin · 8 months
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"Damn, my pants shrunk."
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queenofonions · 5 months
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Study Break
Summary: Boys kissing in the library. 'Nuff said.
Harry sat in the library poring over his Transfiguration text and scratching out notes when the nib of his quill broke and splattered ink all over the parchment.
He swore and grabbed his wand, Vanishing the broken quill and cleaning up the mess with a few deft swishes and flicks. He turned to Ron, who had accompanied him in order to finish his History of Magic essay, but found him sound asleep, his head still propped up on his fist.
Harry let him be, but snagged the quill out of his limp hand to continue his notes.
After another hour passed by and the words in the text began blurring together, Harry set his notes aside and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his bleary eyes. He propped his own head on his fist and closed his eyes. Just to rest them. Just for a few minutes.
Something knocked against his forehead, startling him almost out of his seat.
There on the table was an origami bird, laying on its side feebly flapping its paper wings. Harry tapped it with his wand to undo the spell and opened the paper.
Muggle Philosophy
Harry grinned and pocketed the note. He glanced at Ron, who was now resting with his head in his elbow and breathing deeply, and slipped quietly from his seat.
Winding his way through the stacks in the furthest section of the library, he turned the last corner and was immediately wrapped in a pair of wiry arms and pulled up against a long, slender body. Lips found lips and bodies pressed together desperately.
Draco groaned as Harry licked and bit as his mouth. He threaded his fingers through dark hair and pulled, making Harry gasp and lean his head back, exposing his neck which Draco set upon with sucking kisses and scraping teeth.
Harry's hands slipped down around Draco's hips to grab at his arse, grinding shamelessly against him. Draco hooked a leg up around his waist and thrust right back.
They kissed and writhed against each other, moans muffled against feverish skin or bitten cloth, until an elbow caught on a row of books and sent them crashing to the floor.
The boys startled and froze, their hearts pounding. They stood there for long moments, not daring to move or breathe.
Ron's loud snoring broke the silence and they practically melted against each other in relief and barely contained laughter.
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latest Fairy Tail 100 YQ chapter was bottom!Sting at it's finest
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He’s definitely a bottom, and he’s a pillow princess for Natsu
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bears-littleslut · 1 year
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I’m looking for some smutty Joe ‘Bear’ Graves fanfic. Please help!
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mussymuncher · 1 year
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Many people spend their lives searching for heaven, chasing what they cannot see, stumbling. He once sought heaven as well. He sought it in a book, in the words of the saved; those who had found a heaven.
But Laurens had found a different heaven, one in the most unexpected of places, one no less beautiful.
Heaven was in the folds and wrinkles of Alexander’s skin, in the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. It was the way they worked together, smooth, like a well oiled machine, the cogs fitting together in harmonious synergy. It is the way candlelight reflects off of the man’s auburn hair. It is the expression on his face when John whispers how beautiful he thinks it looks.
Heaven is in the way Alexander’s pulse quivers under his touch. When he grazes his skin, gently cupping the sharp cut of his jaw in reverence of the boy beneath him.
Alexander finds paradise in his calloused hands, John finds it in the sensation of his lovers tongue curling around his thumb; the playful look he shoots him, the slight smirk gracing his face.
John surges forward. Alexander’s breath hitches.
John finds a new heaven in the sound.
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josy1986 · 1 year
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Wenclair: In Heat Part 2
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Wednesday’s arms snuck around Enid’s shoulders, keeping the wolf close while two arms wrapped around her torso.
She was sure Enid didn’t mean to, but her embrace tightened to a point where she was sure that her ribs would eventually break.
“Enid,” she gasped for air. “Enid, as tempting as being crushed to death by a werewolf might be.” Another gasp followed suit. “I’m sure you’d find me more useful without broken ribs and my upper body intact.” With that, Enid only slightly lessened her grip on her roommate, just enough for Wednesday to breathe comfortably.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, nuzzling Wednesday’s neck and taking in as much of her scent as possible. “You j-just, smell so nice.” She whined softly, both her hands now flat against the Seer’s back.
“It’s quite alright, I do enjoy the pain, but I wish to focus on you. Tell me what to do.” She was glad Enid wasn’t able to see her facial expression. It would have betrayed how she truly felt about her friend. “As I stated before, I’ve never done this with anyone, except myself.”
Enid let out a shuddering breath that was followed by a low growl in frustration.
“I apologize if my inexperience offends you, Enid.”
“No, t-that’s not it, I-I’m f-frustrated with myself,” She took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. “Touch me the w-way you’ve touched y-yourself.” she eventually whispered and she could feel Wednesday nod.
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minasvalentine · 6 months
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need. he‘s a fucking NEED.
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zepskies · 3 months
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Bullseye
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Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader
Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?
AN: This was requested by @flory-alexandra. Thank you, lovely! 💜 I just finished Dark Angel and this was too good to resist!
Word Count: 800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some spiciness.
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“Babe,” Alec tried, for the second time.
He knew you heard him.
You were (supposedly) lost in your book, languidly turning each page, sometimes licking a finger to make that part easier.
He had a feeling you were doing that one on purpose. Each new sight of the tip of your tongue made his gaze zero in on your pretty mouth.
“Hey,” he said, a little more pressing.
He managed to get your eyes lifted over your book. “Hmm?”
You were stretched out on the couch, still wearing your pajamas. He was sitting in a lounge chair nearby, bored out of his damn mind. It was a rare day where the two of you had a day off work at the same time. The least you could do was pay attention to your boyfriend.
He dug his hand into his big bag of popcorn and shoveled a handful into his mouth.
“I’m going stir crazy in here,” he complained around a mouthful of kernels. “Why don’t we go do something?”
Your brows knitted together.
“This is the first time all week I’ve gotten a chance to read my new book in peace,” you said. “Why don’t you go hang out with Joshua? He’s all by himself, cooped up in that house.”
Alec sighed. “The guy’s freakin’ Picasso. He spends all day painting.”
“It’s good he has a hobby,” you said absently. “Now shush. I’m reading.”
He rolled his eyes. “By all means, continue reading your smut in front of me.”
You shot him a narrowed look for that one, but he spied the edge of your curving lips, your telltale blush. The cover of the book left little to the imagination.
“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle.
Alec smirked. 50 Shades of Whips and Chains, or whatever the hell, he thought.
His girl was a freak. But then again, so was he.
With a loud sigh, he reached deep into the popcorn bag and grabbed another handful. Whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth, he chose to pick out one and a time and toss at you.
The first one fell by your side. That, you could ignore.
The second one hit you dead in the forehead.
You lowered your book and glared at him.
“Alec,” you said flatly.
He gave you a lazy grin and tossed another. It fell down your V-neck shirt and into your bra, right between your breasts.
His smugness intensified, and he shot you a cheeky look.
“Bullseye,” he said.
Your brows rose. You set down your book (making sure to dogear the page you were on) and you reached into your bra to find the elusive piece of popcorn.
You scrutinized it for a moment. Then you popped it into your mouth.
You had the nerve to wink at him as you chewed.
Alec was wide-eyed for a moment…but all too soon, his Cheshire grin was back. He had the look of a predator as he watched you lick the salt off your fingers with nonchalance.
You didn’t seem to notice him sliding off the chair. The moment your head turned his way, he pounced.
His superior speed had him on top of you before you even realized he’d moved, and you squealed with laughter when he pinned you down on the sofa by your wrists.   
He smirked down at you unrepentantly.
“So you’re just gonna tease me all day, is that it?” he said.
He leaned down and spoke near your ear. “You think you’re gonna get away with that?”
His voice had the power to make you shiver with delight, but it was his teeth grazing the shell of your ear that did it. His lips and tongue made a sensuous path down your neck.
Alec let go of your wrists to let his hands drift down your sides, delving under your threadbare shirt that you so often wore to bed. His movements were slow and calculated as he inched the shirt up your body and over your head.
He unclipped your bra with a practiced hand. Once he’d freed the straps from your arms, he tossed the satin cups away, making you giggle. 
You took his face in your hands and met him with a searing kiss. You already felt his desire pressing against your inner thigh. It made heat flood down between your legs, right where you both wanted him to be.
The book laid forgotten on the coffee table. Probably for the rest of the day, if Alec had anything to do with it.
Sometimes he annoyed the hell out of you, but he could be very persuasive...
So you decided to put your hobby aside and give your man some much needed attention. 
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AN: This one's short, but I had a lot of fun with it. 😂💜 Let me know what you think!
Alec's such a fun (and deceptively complex) character. I so enjoyed exploring him more in the mini series I have coming up in January: "Being Human." In case you missed the preview I posted last week, here it is...
👀 Sneek Peak:
Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”
“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.
Alec scoffs and holds his chest.
“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”
But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.
Damn, he smells good, you think.
“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”
His smile makes your heart beat faster...
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loki-kingofdreams · 3 months
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*i feel your hands on my breast as my body bends over towards you moans, shivers* loki...my...king...makes me feel good! Only him! *as i shout that outloud as i rub my clit over your leg, and kneed my breast under your hand*
*My breath hitches at the sight of you and I lean forward to bite at your neck, leaving marks to show who you belong to* That's right, only me
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astrandofgold · 2 years
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The tall porter looks down at you, askance. A lazy grin formed on his lips, making him look more feline than human in that moment. There was a flash of a predatory urge in his icy eyes, and it was in that moment that you felt infinitely fragile, like a fawn being sized up by a wolf. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure of yourself.
“No, I’m really just not that worried about the Demens,” you started with a false confidence. “I’m careful and quiet, and they don’t normally mess with no name porters carrying basic supplies.”
You were met with a laugh that wasn’t quite friendly. His pointed teeth gleamed in the manufactured lighting from the structure, and your instincts were telling you to run.
“Well, darlin’, you’re technically right about that.”
He reached a hand out, placing it under your chin, and turned your face to meet his gaze.
“The Demens don’t normally do that.” The world was spinning around you, as you gazed into those deep pools of blue, breath catching in your chest.
You were face to face with…
“Unfortunately for you, their leader does.”
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softladyhours · 1 year
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currently buzzing like a horny little bee bc I cannot get Brahms from The Boy out of my system send help before my loved ones institutionalize me
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