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peachdues · 3 months

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VIOLENT DELIGHTS (NSFW TEASER)

Mercenary!Tengen x Assassin!Reader

A/N: I’ve been hyping this one up for a while, so enjoy a smutty teaser of Part I of Tengen’s installment in my Tell Me to Stop series.

This will be an enemies-to-lovers fantasy AU where Tengen is a contracted mercenary for the royal Ubayashiki family and Reader is an assassin. Trust when that when I say “enemies to lovers” I mean enemies to lovers. Tengen and Reader take turns beating the shit out of each other and both try to kill each other at least once.

But be warned: things get fucking filthy. Hope you’re ready to see Tengen be the biggest simpy bitch for Reader. Enjoy!

CW: explicit sexual content below • MDNI • oral (f!receiving) • public sex • sub!Tengen • he quite literally crawls for a chance to eat Reader’s pussy • begging • enemies to lovers • Reader’s on a power trip and we love it • defilement of a throne

“That isn’t yours,” a familiar voice drawled from behind the drapery partitioning off the entrance to the grand throne room. Though its tone was almost bored, there was a faint hint of amusement.

Your red-painted lips curved up into a devious smile. “My apologies, I thought I spied my name carved into this fine stone.”

From the shadowy corridor of the throne room emerged a figure,

“It belongs to his Majesty, who, need I remind you, you tried to assassinate not even one year ago.”

“That is old news,” You waived your hand dismissively at him, crossing one leisurely leg over the other, allowing the silky material of your dress to part at the slit around your thigh. “I have moved on. Call it self reflection, personal growth —“

“A higher paying offer,” Uzui amended.

“— All that matters is that I now pose no threat to your beloved King.” You finished smoothly. “I simply wanted to see if the great Ubayashiki’s throne was as grand as the rumors claim.”

The Sound Mercenary only shook his head, his arms folded across his massive chest as he sauntered down the aisle toward the base of the dias leading up to the royal throne, where you sat. “Your very presence on his ancestral seat dishonors His Majesty. And though I tolerate many things, I should not tolerate disrespect to him.”

“Is that why you fucked the one once hired to cut his throat?” You pondered, loftily. “Was it out of this great respect for him that you begged for my cunt?”

Uzui scowled. “I said I shouldn’t tolerate it; I never claimed to succeed in doing so.” And even from where you sat above him, you could see the fire simmering in the Sound Mercenary’s eyes as he passed through a large beam of moonlight that streamed through the windows of the cavernous Hall. “That’s particularly true where a certain devious assassin who enjoys toying with the threads of my sanity is involved.”

You suppressed the delighted shiver that tickled down your spine. “Be that as it may — if you want to preserve the sanctity of your Master’s throne, then you will have to come remove me yourself,” you smirked, shifting forward in the seat, eyes flashing with your challenge. “But be warned: I am armed.”

The silver-haired mercenary gave a great snort. “You remind me as though it were possible to forget how you held a blade against my neck while you fucked yourself on my cock,” his voice dropped to a sultry purr and his eyes darkened. “I may be a blind fool where you’re concerned, but only a simpleton would think to underestimate you.”

“So narrow minded, Uzui.” You sighed. “A woman can be armed with more than mere blades.”

You uncrossed your legs, your fingers ruching up the delicate folds of your dress and pulling them aside, your thighs spreading wide across the seat of the throne.

Your gown was spun from a fabric the color of molten silver. Though floor-length, the bottom half of the dress was not a single, unified garment. Rather, the skirt was separated into three, equal sections, with one pleat hanging straight down the middle. The other two were separated from it by twin slits, extending from the bottom hem of the gown to nearly either hip.

Standing, the openings in the gown weren’t noticeable; but they served an important function, allowing you greater freedom of movement should you find yourself in need to fight or flee, and it made it easier to grab for any weapons you could strap to your thighs.

But the dual-slit skirt served another important function: access.

Your faint smirk twisted into a cruel grin as Uzui’s eyes ran down the length of your body and snagged on the flash of what lay at the apex of your thighs, before you allowed the middle panel or fabric to cover you once more.

It was brief, but with relish, you realized it had been enough to grind all his higher reasoning to a screeching halt; for you’d given him a quick glance of what you knew he wanted most.

Your cunt.

And you’d forgone wearing underclothes.

“Gods above,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You are sin itself.”

He began advancing toward you, his hands quickly undoing the belts securing his various blades and weapons from where they were knotted around his waist. His weapons dropped carelessly to the floor, the whine of metal against scraping against stone drowned out by the music thundering from the orchestra in the ballroom just beyond the doors to the hall.

“Stop,” your voice rang clear and firm through the empty throne hall, and the Sound Assassin halted, foot suspended mid-air.

His eyes followed your fingers as they toyed with the low neckline of your gown before dropping down to your breast, circling it once. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, before he swallowed hard.

Your head was fogged by the high of his obedience. “Crawl to me.”

Magenta eyes widened, a blush creeping out from under the high collar of his tunic. For a moment, you feared you’d gone too far, that this game you played had run its course, but then Uzui dropped to his knees. Keeping his eyes locked heatedly with yours, he began to shuffle forward, slow and purposefully, to where you remained perched on his King’s throne.

Your slave, indeed.

The revered mercenary of the Wisteria Kingdom’s royal family finally drew upon the dais leading to the great throne. He paused, still on his hands and knees, his eyebrow raised in question as he glanced between you and the stairs elevating you above him.

Quickly, you tallied the number of steps separating you, and your grin broadened.

Ten.

You peered down your nose at the waiting Sound Mercenary with mocking disdain. “I’m waiting.”

The silver-haired guard did not utter a single word as he crawled forward, his eyes unwaveringly locked with yours. Despite his hulking size, he ascended the ten steps on his hands and knees with a loping grace, and within seconds he was at the foot of the throne, peering up at you in both reverence and apprehension.

His back straightened, though he remained on his knees before you, settling instead on his haunches. Tentatively, he reached for you, but but before his hands could graze your knees you extended your leg and planted your heel-clad foot squarely in the center of his chest, halting him.

Your voice was softer than the shadows cast by the dim candlelight flickering in the sconces lining the walls. “I did not say you could touch me.”

Yet you did not stop him as his fingers teased along the outside of your foot, lifting your leg until your calf rest against his collar bone.

“I have not stopped thinking about you,” he confessed with a rasp, his lips whispering against the skin of your ankle. “For weeks, you have consumed me, mind, body and soul.”

He began peppering small, chaste kisses against your leg, each caress of his lips rising higher and higher. His eyes bore into yours, and the vastness of the desperation swimming in those fuchsia irises threatened to swallow you whole. “Please,” he urged as his fingers worked circles into the soft flesh behind your knee. His eyes flicked down to what was between your thighs — what he craved most — before lifting back to yours. “I think I may go mad if I do not have a taste—“

You lurched forward, ignorning the burn in your hamstring, and caught his chin firmly in your hand, halting his ascension up your leg. He did not dare to blink as you leaned in close enough to see the blacks of his pupils dilate, chasing away the magenta of his gaze “I think you’ve already succumbed to madness, given that you’re begging to taste my cunt while your Master is in the next room. While I sit on his throne.”

“Then you are the cure to my sickness,” Uzui retorted, his cheek pressed to your shin. His eyes shone with a feverish devotion, one that flamed the red-hot fire of need burning in your belly. “So please, allow me the chance to ease some of my suffering.”

You sat back against the ancestral seat of the Ubayashiki bloodline, your lips pursed in consideration, though your hold on him remained.

“Show me.” You ordered after a moment, and your thumb slipped into his mouth. Instantly, his lips wrapped around its tip, his tongue flicking across the pad of your finger as he sucked. “Show me who you truly bow to; show me what god you worship.”

You let your hand fall from his chin and settled back against the throne, your thighs spreading wide in invitation.

Uzui wasted no time; deft fingers shoved the slitted panels of your dress to the side, and he surged forward, latching his mouth to your cunt with a gasp.

It was remarkable how quickly a few strokes of his tongue against your heated flesh could melt your smug grin clean from your face. Your head thudded against the high back of the throne as Uzui parted your folds with his tongue, began drinking you in with enthusiastic grunts.

“Thank you,” he moaned between fervent laps at your cunt, his hands wrapped under your thighs, holding you open to accommodate his hulking size as he worked. “Thank you, my sweet villain. Thank you.”

Your grip on the arms of the throne tightened, your nails nearly cracking as your fingers dug into the carved stone with crushing force. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you knew you were lucky that the Ubayashiki clan had favored such a sturdy material for its royal seat, for the arm rests would have surely crumbled in your hands had they been made from mere wood.

One of Uzui’s great hands tugged a leg over his shoulder, your foot coming to rest against his upper spine. He then bent your other leg at the knee before pushing it far to the side to allow himself to press as close to your center as possible, the mass of his shoulders serving to pin you in place and keep you spread as wide as your body would tolerate.

This new position meant that his nose was flush against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, serving as extra stimulation as his mouth worked furiously against you.

“I’ve heard that there is no finer wine than that made by the gods themselves,” Uzu gasped against you, pulling his mouth away from your core to rest his great cheek against your inner thigh while he caught his breath. The sight of his lips — rosy and shiny from you — was enough to make you squirm, your hips bucking insistently toward him, desperate for him to continue. “But I know that’s a load of horse shit, because neither the gods nor man could ever make anything taste as sweet as your cunt.”

“Uzui —“ you whined, your need for him too great to care about the desperate edge of your tone.

“Fuck,” Uzui hissed and then he latched his mouth back to your core with a heady groan. His tongue stroked at you, swirling around your clit once, twice, before diving back down to your entrance and plunging deep.

You would have bowed off the throne had the Sound Mercenary’s great hand not slapped firmly against your sternum to push you back and hold you down. You bit your tongue hard enough to draw blood to keep the loud, rapturous cry of pleasure from tearing free from your throat as Uzui began steadily pumping his wet appendage in and out of your heat.

Once he was sure you would not float away from him, his hand dragged down your torso, stopping to palm and pinch at your breasts before continuing its descent, finally coming to press flat against your lower abdomen. His thumb stretched down and began toying with the nub between your thighs, circling and pressing in time with the movements of his mouth.

“What have you done to me? I will never be able to have enough of you.” He moaned in between measured thrusts of his tongue. Your fingers flew to grip a handful of his hair, tugging him harshly against you as your hips began moving or their own accord, bucking and grinding senselessly against his face until you were riding his tongue. Chest heaving, you looked down to see the whites of his eyes peeking through his eyelids before they fully shut, as Uzui lost himself in your taste.

You could feel your cries building in your throat, a mounting pressure that risked erupting and exposing you — exposing you both — to the revelers just on the other side of the Great Hall. You may not have been familiar with all the intricate details of the Wisteria Kingdom’s laws, but you were fairly certain defiling the Crown’s throne would earn you a one-time encounter with an executioner’s blade, no matter how benevolent its ruler.

It was growing more difficult to contain your noises, especially as Uzui’s hunger grew more frenzied, his head rocking harshly from side to side as he feasted.

Just as you were about to lose what little control over yourself remained, the silver-haired mercenary held something out in offering, though the rhythm of his mouth against your center remained constant. In your pleasured haze, it took you a moment to comprehend what, exactly, it was he suggested.

You blinked rapidly in an effort to clear the fog created by his sinful tongue between your legs.

It was his hand.

It hung limp from his wrist, and if you hadn’t known better, you almost would’ve believed he was waiting for you to lean forward and kiss his knuckles, just as you’d spied countless nobles do when getting their monarch. But this was no sycophantic noble — this was Uzui, and though he loved groveling for you, he knew better than to give you orders.

It was an offering; confirmed by the way he rolled his head to the side, his cheek pressing to your inner thigh even as he continued to lap at your folds. As you peered down your nose at him, you spotted sliver of magenta peeking through his eyelashes, before it flicked to his hand and back to you; urging.

His lips moved to wrap around your pearl and he sucked, hard enough that your back arced sharply away from the seat of the throne. Shakily, you reached to cover the hand he’d held out with your own and you hauled it quickly to your mouth, managing to stifle your moan against his knuckles and Uzui continued to suckle away, his tongue sliding along your slit.

His other hand slid between your thighs until his fingers came to rest against your lips. In an instant, he’d spread them wide and plunged his tongue back into your opening, curling and thrusting.

Your teeth sank hard into the flesh covering the back of Uzui’s hand where it was pressed against your mouth, your scream burning as it toiled in your throat. You felt his skin break under the force of your bite, but the Sound Mercenary did not seem to mind; in fact, he hardly seemed to notice at all, far too fixated on fucking you as thoroughly with his tongue as he could with his cock.

Once, you’d thought it was only he who wore a leash, one that had been looped around his neck by you, to be pulled and tightened at your whim.

Now, as your hips lifted to meet his mouth and your mind disconnected from your body in favor of grinding wantonly against his face, you realized that perhaps, he’d slipped his own leash around you. For as much as you insisted you were always in control, always remained one step ahead, you found that you were no more a slave to your own desires than the man feasting on your cunt like it was his last meal.

You were close; so dangerously close, given how your abdomen tensed as that coil in your belly cinched tight.

“Uzui —“ you warned, pulling your mouth away from his bloodied knuckles. But then Uzui grazed his teeth against your clit just as his tongue curled and stroked your innermost wall, and that coil unwound.

Your climax slammed into you with a force that threatened to pull you apart at your seams. One hand clutched at the arm rest of the throne while the hand shot to his head, your fingers ensnarling themselves into his hair harshly enough that you could’ve scalped him, had he tried to pull away. But Uzui wasn’t going anywhere; not as you began twisting and gyrating and bucking against his face, too overcome by pleasure to make a sound, your mouth only hanging open in a silent scream.

The Sound Mercenary groaned loudly into your cunt as you continued riding against his face. A violent shudder passed over him and he clutched harder at your thighs, his hands nearly wrapping around them both as he fucked you through the tides of your climax.

Uzui lapped at you twice more before your legs finally relaxed and the last wave of your high receded. Limp and panting, you forced your hand to tighten its grip in his hair, tugging until you managed to pull his face away from your cunt. You cocked your head to the side, inspecting him, your hand dropping its hold on the silken strands of his hair to grip under his chin, tilting his face up toward you.

Uzui’s cheeks were flushed a bright pink, and his chest heaved as he caught his breath. Your thumb swiped over his bottom lip, and with a fluttering thrill, you realized that the area from his chin to the hollows of his cheeks were thoroughly covered in you, his skin shiny and slick.

Your eyes scanned lower, narrowing in on the crotch of his leathers. Though the throne room was shadowy and dark, you still spied the thick bulge which had formed between his thighs as he’d indulged himself on you. With a smirk, you leaned forward and ran your other hand over the laced seam of his breeches, ready to hear him hiss as you made contact with his hardness, but to your surprise, the material was damp.

Your eyes flicked to his, wide as you withdrew your hand, your thumb running over your palm where a small bit of his spend had seeped through his laces.

Uzui kept his chin high, his eyes full of a besotted wonder as you leaned back against the throne, and grinned.

“You might wish to visit a washroom before you return to your post, Uzui,” you mocked, sweetly. “Lest you allow your entire Court to know how you truly enjoying spending your time.”

“I suppose you’re right; imagine how quickly I’d be sent to the gallows if my master learned I’ve whored myself out to the enemy.” He bit back, a rueful smile forming on his lips. “Though if you were my wife, I could wear your pleasure like a badge of honor.”

“Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” his answer was quick and assured. “There is no higher honor than having you moan for me.” He paused for a moment, his hand reaching for you, and you allowed his knuckles to softly caress your cheek. “Though I think i might consider treason if it meant hearing you utter my name — my true name.”

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tengen uzui #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny uzui #kny tengen #uzui x reader #uzui smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer fanfic

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 11 months

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Drunk n Nasty

Duke Dennis x Black!fem reader

Sunmary: You got drunk at a party, and your boyfriend brings you home, but you couldn't keep his hands off him so you and your boyfriend get.... nasty.

Duke carried Y/n bridal style to get inside the house, Y/n was so drunk she couldn't even walk straight in her heels, they were at a party that her and her boyfriend were invited to. Y/N was having fun dancing with her boyfriend, but she had one drink, which led her to another after another.

"Yeah, we home baby, let me get you to bed." Duke said as he carried Y/n to their room.

"Baby, I'm tired. Are we home?" Y/n said lazily.

"I'm boutta go get you some water, to sober you up." Duke peck Y/n on the lips.

Duke leaves the room going to get a glass of water for Y/n. Y/n was drunk but horny as well. But she only was drunk and acting out because Duke stopped having sex with her, since he was busy with streaming, and Y/n didn't want him to stop doing what he loves, so she she didn't say anything.

Y/n gets out of her silky black dress, leaving her in her bra and underwear.

"I got you some water." Duke said as he brought a glass of water, but he was awestruck looking at Y/n's body.

"Damn." Duke thought to himself.

"Thanks, baby." Y/n said as she took the glass of water from his hand,drinking it seductively, looking at Duke with her doe eyes.

Y/n places the glass of water on the nightstand, coming closer to Duke, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"I want you to fuck me right now, bae." Y/n whispers in Duke ears as she takes of his shirt leaving him shirtless as Y/n caresses his chest looking at his tattos

" I was thinking bout you at the party, I was so wet for you, I was thinking about you deep insi-" Y/n was cut off ass Duke passionately kisses Y/n making her sit down on the bed.

"Lay down on the bed, baby." Duke said demandingly.

Y/n lays on the bed her legs wide open, Duke slowly takes off Y/n's underwear. Duke slowly comes closer in between Y/n's thighs, kissing and licking her thighs to her core, making Y/n moan.

"I know how badly you love this pussy, baby." Y/n smirks.

" Oh, you know baby." Duke kisses Y/n clit as he eats Y/n out, Y/n moans as Duke eats her out like a starved man, Y/n hasn't been eaten out in so long she forgot how good it was.

"Don't stop, baby, I love you." Y/n says as Duke was eating her out, she was playing with her tits.

"Imm bouttta cum baby." Y/n said as she feels herself about to cum.

" Cum for me, baby." Duke said.

Y/n cums as she lets out the most loud pornagraphic moan, which turn on Duke even more.

" I wanna be on top, baby." Y/n says as grinding her ass on Duke teasingly.

"Anything for you." Duke said, looking down at Y/n's ass slapping it, making Y/n smile as she looked back at him.

Duke unbuckle his pants, leaving him completely naked, making Y/n turned on. Duke makes it in the bed with Y/n as Y/n gets on top of Duke. Duke inserts himself inside of Y/n, making her moan.

" Duke, baby, you're so big. I can't take it." Y/n says as she rides duke, it was very painful but so pleasurable she couldn't stop.

"Cmon, I know you can take it. You've been begging for this." Duke says teasingly at Y/n. Y/n could never get mad at Duke he was too fine.

All you heard was skin slapping, Y/n was now bouncing on duke's dick, as she moans in pleasure, Duke groans as he stares at Y/n's tits, Y/n's hair was getting in her face, Duke moves the hair out of her face but she takes his fingers and sucks them seductively as she moans.

Duke cums as he stares at Y/n licking and sucking his fingers making him cum quick.

"Looks like you cum first, baby. What you couldn't take me?" Y/n says teasingly at Duke.

" Shut yo fine ass up." Duke said to Y/n kissing her as Y/n smiles to the kiss.

"I love you, bae. I'm sorry I haven't paid much attention or given you the needs you want." Duke said seriously, looking at Y/n.

"It's okay,baby. I don't want you to feel bad about yourself, ion like seeing you upset." Y/n pecks duke's lips as she got down from being on top of him, hugging him.

"You wanna do a round two in the shower?" Duke says, smiling down at Y/n.

" You are such a horny ass nigga." Y/n softly laughs, looking at duke with so much love in her eyes.

" But that offer sounds like something I tempt on doing." Y/n says seductively, getting out of bed walking to the bathroom.

" You coming?" Y/n says, looking back at Duken

"Oh, I'm coming." Duke said as he quickly came over to Y/n, as Y/n laughs at Duke's eagerness.

#Spotify #Duke Dennis #Duke Dennis x black!reader #Black!reader #Black!fem reader

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ratridingaskateboard · 6 months

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Always See Your Face

Chapter Two

Link to Chapter One here

Summary: Eddie is beginning to find solace in an unfamiliar face.

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, mentions of drugs, Y/N is described!

Tag list: @daisyridleyyyy @silky-luxe @bl00d-puppy @ttsbaby01 @kennedy-brooke @sadbitchfangirl @abzzz3 @josephquinnschesthair @aislinnclifton

A/N: OMG I was not expecting the amount of feedback I got from Chapter 1 thank you so so much!! Like in Chapter 1, different character perspectives will be marked with: --. I know y'all will like this chapter since Eddie's pov is in it :)

The days have seemed to be dragging out longer these past weeks for Eddie. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t jerk off, couldn’t play his guitar. Even the campaign had several hiccups because he couldn’t focus. He would think about possible reasons for this feeling: repeating senior year, not having a girlfriend, and not being able to secure a job. Out of all the reasons he had conjured in his head he seemed to find that the best definition for this feeling was loneliness. His parents were not in the picture and his uncle Wayne wasn’t exactly the best company. Don’t get him wrong he was a great guy and a better man than Eddie’s father ever was but Eddie wouldn’t consider him close to Wayne by any means.

‘86 was supposed to be Eddie’s year and he had begun to lose hope.

Today was no different than any other day. Eddie had found himself stuck in trying to figure out tricks for his Hellfire campaign that would be able to mess up friends. His mind still couldn’t focus and he noticed himself repeating familiar tactics that he had done in the past. He rubbed his palms against his face, trying to drown out the laughter and conversation of his friends around him.

“You okay, Eddie?” Dustin asked.

Suddenly, there was silence. Eddie placed his hands down and looked over at Dustin until a voice rang out.

“Hey, I know you showed me around and I might be asking for too much but is it alright if I sit with you?”

It was such a sweet voice. Not an inkling of insincerity, pity, or ill intent. It seemed so warm. He had been wanting to hear a voice like that for a long time.

He looked up to see her. Was he in a dream? Had he been looking at that picture of Demi Moore in the swimsuit he had cut out and pasted in his makeshift porn mag for too long? She looked so similar to her yet she adorned the clothes Eddie would wear except for the skirt, of course. Her hair was a dark brown, long and straight which went down to her mid-back. Her bangs were whispy and thinner than many of the other girls who had teased theirs beyond recognition. Her big brown eyes stared so kindly at Dustin as if she was seeing an old friend again.

Eddie went stiff. His friends around him looked to her then back at Eddie then back at her. They were amazed to see their lord and savior Eddie Munson be so frigid around a girl. Normally, he was as boisterous as usual with a touch of chivalry for the ladies. But he was never noticeably nervous like he was now.

Eddie wondered to himself; Was some divine being sending him this girl so he could get through his last senior year? Was she an angel? He needed to take advantage of her sitting at their table before she left. This could be his only chance to speak to his dream girl.

She had looked over at Eddie and he gulped. Her lips were so plump and red they were practically begging him to kiss her. Stop it, Eddie! Fuck, He needed to get laid. She seemed to be analyzing his face and he let her. He would let her do anything as long as he got to keep staring at those eyes. Her eyes quickly shifted over to Mike once he entered the table. He felt his body relax once her gaze had changed.

"Jesus, that line was long!"

Mike's exclamation had broken the silence and Hellfire erupted into an uproar of questions.

"What's your name?"

"So where are you from originally?"

"How are you liking it here?"

"Are you single?"

Eddie was silent, watching her like a hawk to see what information his friends could attain from her. But she didn't answer any of the questions, she just started to laugh.

"I'm sorry! I laugh when I'm overwhelmed." She smiled. "All of you are so sweet for wondering about me."

Well, Eddie wasn't expecting that response but he had a feeling she would continue to surprise him. Dustin's once bewildered face began to soften as everyone spoke. He still seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet but at ease nonetheless. Eddie could tell he was plotting something since Dustin was not one to stay silent at the lunch table.

"Oh!" Gareth seemed to remember something as he reached into his bag. He pulled out a Geometry textbook and began to flip through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

"Do any of you guys- Oh, sorry, I mean guys and lady- understand how to do this? I can't figure any of this out and if I fail another test, I'll fail the class."

"Hey man, I don't know anything about Geometry. I barely passed Geometry when I took it."

"Yeah dude, no one at this table would be the right person to ask."

"Can I see?"

Gareth stared wide-eyed at Y/N as she began to walk over to him, leaning over his shoulder to look at the question. Eddie had sat right beside Gareth and he couldn't be happier with their current seating arrangements.

She was so close to Gareth and he could tell that Gareth had stopped breathing the second he felt her warmth. They could both smell her; She smelled like clove cigarettes and vanilla. Suddenly, Eddie started to care about Geometry.

"Alright, lemme see here..." She leaned further into Gareth, her breasts accidentally touching his shoulder. Gareth's face began to turn bright red. Eddie swiftly moved the book over to his side of the table.

"Oh Gareth, this is super easy!" Eddie exclaimed. "All you have to do is- uh... umm..." Eddie flipped through the pages trying to understand the math his mind was beginning to read as a foreign language. His friends began to laugh at his confusion.

She put her hand on Eddie's shoulder and he felt a bolt of lightning crawl down his spine.

"Hey, you guys didn't know how to do it either." She scolded. Eddie's hands still rested on the book and she put one of her hands over his left hand. Her other hand she used to flip through the pages.

Eddie had to stop every muscle in his body from kissing her at that moment. He barely knew this girl, yet, he felt as if she was doing these things to get a rise out of him. Whether innocent or guilty of this, it was working. He imagined turning her face with his hand on her chin to face him. Tucking the piece of hair out of her face and feeling the softness of her lips. What did she taste like? Vanilla like her perfume? Clove like her cigarettes? Whatever it was he wanted to taste her, every inch of her.

He silently adjusted himself in his pants, trying to make sure no one had noticed. Thankfully, no one had. Eddie's presence had been upstaged by the girl, bending over the table to look at Gareth's Geometry book.

"Fuck baby, why don't you tutor me after school?"

A football player's voice rang out as he passed behind her. Before Eddie had the chance to get up and teach this douchebag a lesson, he heard a loud thud behind him. He turned to see her standing above said football player, Eddie couldn't give two shits about remembering the guy's name, her knuckles bruised and a red imprint forming on his face.

"What the fuck, bitch!"

She surprised him again.

A/N: sorry this was kinda short but I felt like this was a good place to end. Please lemme know if you have any suggestions and I will keep you guys updated on new chapters :)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #stranger things

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bleedingichorhearts · 11 days

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𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: If this is not acceptable under the “Space Mairne Husbandry sentience” tag. I will delete this story and make something new with it that doesn’t involve such acts of lechery, or I can put them into the WH40k verse. Seeing as it’s a rather… gruesome world.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I do NOT condone these actions. The process of these actions or the after effects of these actions. Read these types of story’s advisedly.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Noncon, Biting/Marking, Cervix, Mating Press, Overstimulation, Body Horror, Death, Yandere Themes, Jumps Straight Into It.

I cry out, sobbing into the sheets. My hands gripping and twisting the silky fabric. The scent of woody amber choking me as my body bounces at his harsh thrusts. His hands on my waist pinning me in place.

“Xa’Vor! Please!” I beg at the captain in front me, attempting to stop or at least slow his brutal pace with my hand. My fingers barely skimming his scarred thigh before he growls out. Taking my hand in one of his that gripped around my waist and pinning it above me, his sweaty, scarred chest pressing up against my breasts.

“No pleas will save you from your foolishness.” Xa’Vor snarls into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck unwillingly picking up at his dark tone. His fingers threading through my own above me. Keeping me pinned in both places.

“I-I had to!” I whined, trying to reason my own “foolishness.” Whimpering out when he snarls again and pistons back through my burning walls. My jaw clenching at the overwhelming pleasure and pain that he gives me. “I-can’t be bonded t-to you!”

He snarls again, giving me a hard thrust up against my cervix while I cry out. My back arching into his chest. My body shaking with tears running down my cheeks as I whimper at his tone. “You are in no position to spill such ill judgement. I am your bonded. Don’t reject that from me.”

My eyebrows scrunch up in pain and pleasure. One of my hands clawing at Xa’vors hand that pinned it down. No doubt creating some pressure marks into his calloused fingers while my other hands grips and pulls at his bed sheets. My moans and whimpers of pain being suffocated by his own mouth.

I haven’t meant to find these… legionnaires on my way to complete a mission. It was never the goal, the intention. It was never to have happened. To be bonded to an Astartes. It was a very strict rule.

‘Never have a bond.’

That was one of the many rules of the foundation. Said it was to even the “playing field” of war and operations and it was correct. There wasn’t a time were there was an Astartes in the way, cutting us down like “grates of cheese” the commander had put it. It made it much easier to get our tasks done without the influence of a Space Marine, Chaos or Loyalist.

‘If you find yourself with a Space Marine that wants to be close, leave them. Break that bond. Even if it’s not a bond, you are not to be around any Astartes.’

I remember what our instructor would say. Permitting us to never even look at a Space Marine unless suspicious of them of having a bond with us. That was the only time we were permitted to look in the direction of a Space Marine. Other times we were just training with one another or simply being tasked with going out and surveying the area and people.

We were not to look back either, but it was incredibly hard to do so with a whole warband you, 5 to be more precise.

No one knew where they had come from then. Possibly too focused on getting the mission done quickly. Their black, armored body’s launching out of the thick fog like some sort of phantom. Their talon-like gauntlets extending out as they roared out. Spooking the rest of the group when they turned to looked at their fellow soldier that was once alive. Their body being impaled onto the metal talons of the Space Marine, making us realize why they didn’t want us to be bonded to one.

Their power is unfair.

I saw the group being slaughtered that day with unnatural ease. Their limbs splayed all around me, still fresh off the torso. Some even being ripped into half by the waist and ribs, guts still pumping near the body or up in a dead tree. It was an experience I did not wish I was in, even for an enemy. It was like stalking through a horror forest; still does. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where they would come from, but they certainly can. That part was very clear.

You look away for one second and suddenly the person protecting your back is gone. Their gasping screams being the only thing you can hear out in the distance before their body would plop right in front of you. The face of deathly fear stoned onto all their features. Their limbs somewhere else as they would bleed out from where the limb was ripped from, despite being already dead.

‘If you find yourself trapped; cornered. Sacrifice is your only way out. Do not attempt to talk. Explode yourself. Leave no meat left to provide of yourself.’

I remember another saying from the instructor. My hand quickly digging through my vest for the grenade while I took very quick, but cautious steps around me. My eyes looking all around me for anything that didn't seem normal in this damned forest. My heart beating in my chest as the same sentence replayed in my mind.

'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Sacrifice is your only way out.' 'Leave no meat left to provide.'

My gaze focuses on the big shadow emerging from the fog with a low growl. My hand gripping onto the grenade in my vest and pulling it out, fingers threating it to pull the pin when the rest of the group decides to show themselves, surrounding me with their own warning growls. Their talons twitching in anticipation.

Keeping a close eye on them. I watched as they circled me, making me really feel like I was being hunted and played with. My fingers itching to just pull the pin, but I wasn't going to unless I could take at least one down with me or maybe they can leave me alone and let me continue my mission.

The smaller one suddenly shoots forward, my fingers instantly pulling the pin, taking a step back. My body falling back in effort to keep the grenade close to my body when the Space Marine pins me down to the ground and snatches the grenade and throws the grenade off somewhere else.

I give my own growls and snarls at the Space Marine while he has me down. Sudden dread being washed onto my shoulders. My hands struggling to get anything through his black armor, cutting them on the sharp edges of his armor as the grenade explodes somewhere off in the distance. My desperation to get out of his hold growing.

“Your thoughts are elsewhere. Bring them back to me.” Xa’vor growls. Moving his hand from my waist to thread and grip at my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him.

“I’ll r-reject you as I please.” I growl out between my pitiful moans. Pissed from the memory of my team being killed around me. Pissed that I couldn’t escape their grasp once more. Having to be pinned underneath their bodies like a whore.

“You’re boldness is—”

“Reasonable, you think I could care for you?” I snap, my eyes looking down into his own and seeing the hurt in his deep red eyes, his hips stilling. “I do not care. I am simply to complete a mission, that is all. I’m not here to care, to provide, to love.”

“I’ll never be bonded to you or the others. Not you, not Atherth, not Vai’ssir, Zervos or Xekon—!”

I suddenly choke on my own breath, my head being pulling back to its limit. His teeth dangerously latched very close to the soft part of my neck, drawing blood as his cock pushes up painfully up against my cervix before dragging all the way back out and all the way in again. His arms wrapping around my body tightly, trapping me to him, putting me in a type of mating press. His hand still holding my hair in place.

Breathless moans leave my mouth as his pace is absolutely brutal, hitting up against my cervix every time. Numbing my legs with each deep, quick thrust. Savage growls hissing through his teeth as he inches them more into my skin. Feeling like daggers were being stabbed all over my body. I couldn’t tell if I should breathe or scream out at such brutality.

I couldn’t even tell when his stilled inside of me. All my nerves too focused on the pain sprouting all over my body like fire. I could only hear as he groans and growls. His hips rolling out his climax as far as he could. His seed marking my fluttering walls and dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed sheets.

“That’s is not your choice to make.” Xa’vor quietly rumbles, carefully taking his teeth out of my shoulder as I twitch at the feeling. His tongue lapping up all the blood he has smeared across my chest and his sheets. “No matter how long you refuse our bond.”

“You are still ours. I will make sure of that.” He states; promises. Slowly dragging his cock out of my walls with a groan and a whisper in his language.

“X-Xa’Vor.” I whine at him in pain at the movement of anything. Body prickling in overstimulation as he purrs at me, trying to put me at ease. His head gently nuzzling into my neck.

“No matter what it will cost me.”

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mountttmase · 1 year

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A Mountain To Climb - Part One

Note - My first series 🙊 this will have about 12 chapters in total so I hope you don’t all get bored by then. I wanted to give a special thank you to @faye01mcfc for coming up with the name because I’m terrible at it and to @carlottawllms for always helping me when I got stuck. You’re both so lovely 💕 and also the the lovely anon that sent me a request that sparked this whole thing so enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated 💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 2k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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‘What are you doing?’

‘Getting dressed, what does it look like’ you uttered, adjusting your bra strap before pulling your underwear up your legs. ‘Where did you throw my dress?’ You asked the man, who’s name you couldn’t seem to place, and he nodded his head to the left where you saw it draped over the back of the chair in the corner of the hotel room.

‘So what, you’re just gonna leave?’ He asked, as you stepped into it, the silky material now cold as it clung to your skin and you shivered lightly as you pulled the zip up.

‘Yeah? You can’t tell me you haven’t done the same before’ you told him, your tone cold and distant and you could tell he was baffled by your sudden change in demeanour.

‘Well yeah but-‘

‘It was nice meeting you’ you cut him off, pulling on your jacket and slipping your shoes on as you walked to the door of the hotel room. He sat up in the bed, the covers slipping dangerously low on his waist and you took one last appreciative glance over his body before grabbing the handle.

‘Wait. Are you not gonna give me your number? Or even a kiss goodbye?’ He pleaded but you shook your head gently.

‘It’s easier like this, you’ll thank me for it one day’ you explained, ‘you got what you wanted, as did I. No need to drag it out any longer.

‘But y/n-‘

‘Sweet dreams’ you smiled, pulling the handle and leaving to room.

The corridor was quiet, and you took a second to take a deep breath before taking in your surroundings. You’d followed him up here so you weren’t exactly sure what way it was to the lift and you were looking for a sign to tell you which way to go when the door opposite opened suddenly.

You were met with a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you, shock written all over their face as they clearly didn’t expect anyone to be outside their hotel room this late at night, so you gave them a small smile to appear friendly in hopes they could help you out.

‘I don’t suppose you know what way the lift is? I’m a bit lost?’ You asked and their face softened instantly.

He was good looking, you couldn’t deny it. A mop of messy brown hair on his head poking out of an orange beanie and a scattering of stubble adorned his face. But it was his big eyes that made your tummy flutter in a way you don’t think it ever had before, and when he finally smiled at you, you almost lost your breath.

Fuck, he’s pretty the voice in your head announced, but you pushed all those unfamiliar feelings down. You hadn’t felt like anything for a boy for a long time and you weren’t about to start now. Not after what you’d promised yourself.

‘I’m heading there myself, I’ll show you’ he uttered, his voice making you shiver. Being in Leeds you expected him to have some sort of accent but he sounded like he came from your way and you followed him down the corridor once he’d locked up his room. You both stood in silence as you waited for the lift to arrive and when it did, he motioned for you to get in first before joining you. ‘What floor do you need?’

‘Just the ground, I’m trying to get out of here’ you told him and he nodded lightly before pressing the button for the ground floor. You’d made it down past two floors when you felt the lift shake and suddenly come to a halt, gripping onto the metal pole to keep yourself upright but the panic set in almost straight away.

‘No no no, fuuuuck don’t do this’ he ranted, pushing all the buttons on the panel as if that was going to magically make it work again.

Enclosed spaces, especially lifts were never your favourite but you willed yourself to stay calm whilst he cursed under his breath, finally pushing the call button that connected him to reception so he could explain the situation.

‘I’m so sorry sir’ the voice spoke into the lift ‘I’ll get someone on it right away. Is it just yourself in there?’

‘No there’s two of us’

‘Okay well just hold tight and I’ll call someone to fix it’

He thanked the man before turning to face you, noticing you holding onto the side for dear life but he was unsure as what to say to make anything better right now.

‘Are you alright?’ He asked gently and your eyes snapped up to look at him.

‘Am I alright? I’m trapped in a lift with a stranger, what do you think?’

‘I’m trapped too, remember?’ He scoffed, but his face settled when he saw how petrified you looked. ‘I meant are you cold or anything? You can have my hoodie if you want?’

You were about to send him another snarky remark when you thought better of it. He was right, you were both in this together and by the looks of things he was trying to help you feel more comfortable. Plus you didn’t know how long you’d be stuck in here with this man for and there was no use making an enemy out of him.

‘I’m fine. Thank you, though’

‘That’s alright. I’m Mason by the the way’ he told you and you felt yourself ease up as he tried to relax you a little bit.

‘Y/n’ you told him and he sent you an appreciative smile.

‘Well it’s nice to meet you, I wish it was under different circumstances’ he laughed shyly and you were about to reply when the receptionist’s voice suddenly rung through the lift

‘Hello? You still there?’

‘No, I’ve climbed up the lift shaft and escaped. Of course we’re still here’ Mason told him and you couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle.

‘Sorry sir. I just wanted to update you, I’ve called the company to come and fix the lift and they should be here in about half an hour’

You felt your legs go weak as soon as the words left his mouth, flopping down onto the floor as you didn’t feel like standing up in these shoes anymore.

‘Are you serious?’

‘I’m sorry sir, but it is 2am on a Friday so it’s the best I can offer you’ he explained and Mason gave a little nod to himself.

‘Okay, yeah I get it. Sorry mate, just let me know when they get here’

‘Of course sir, and feel free to speak to me anytime’

‘Thanks’ Mason huffed before looking down at you on the floor with a small smile. ‘You alright down there?’ He asked, sitting himself down opposite you. The lift was only small, both your legs almost touching the wall opposite. He sat close to you, his leg almost touching yours and you could feel the heat radiating off him which made you shiver. You tried to play it cool though, knowing his eyes were on you as you shrugged at him.

‘Better than standing in these shoes for half an hour’ you told him, wiggling your ankles for some sort of relief. ‘What are you doing up at this ungodly hour anyway?’ You asked, trying to get a bit of a conversation going so it wasn’t too awkward but you got the vibe he was friendly and fairly easy going.

‘Couldn’t sleep, thought I’d go for a little walk and clear my head’

‘Something on your mind?’

‘Just work stuff’

‘It’s Friday night. Why are are you thinking about work?’

‘Some of us have to work weekends’ he told you with a small smile and you rolled your eyes playfully. ‘It doesn’t matter anyway’

‘You sure? Nothing like telling a stranger who you’ll never see again all your problems. I promise what’s said in the lift stays in the lift’ you told him, your hand over your heart but he just shook his head as he gave you a shy smile.

‘It’s fine honestly. Anyway, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing wondering the halls?’

‘First of all, I wasn’t wondering the halls. I’d just come out of the room opposite yours. And secondly, it’s none of your business’ you winked and he let out a little chuckle.

‘Oh so you wanna know the inner workings of my brain, but you can let me know what you were doing? What happened to what’s said in the lift stays in the lift?’

‘Because I feel like talking about my sex life is a little bit different to talking about work’ you told him and you saw his face flush immediately.

‘Oh shit, sorry’ he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, but you sent him a little smile to let him know it was okay. ‘What do you do for work then?’ He asked, clearly trying to change the subject and make things less awkward.

‘I work in an office’

‘Do you live round here?’

‘No, I’m just visiting a friend. She studies up here but I live in London. What about you?’

‘I live near london. Well technically Surrey I guess, but I’m just here for the night’ he told you.

You carried on making small talk but he was a hard one to read, he seemed to be open with you but when he felt like he’d said too much he’d pull back, eyes never quite meeting yours, but you blamed the small amount of alcohol running through your system for over thinking things.

Time flew by, and you hated to admit it but you had enjoyed his company more than you wanted to, but you were bought back to the reality of the situation when the receptionists voice shrilled though the speaker.

‘Sir? The engineers have arrived. If you could both just stay where you are they’ll start moving the lift shortly’ he spoke and you shut your eyes as you balled your fists in order to keep some composure. The lift jolted and you let out a little squeal as it moved, thinking you were plummeting to the floor when in reality they were just moving you down to the ground floor so they could open the doors.

You kept your eyes shut but you felt Mason move towards you, resting his hand on top of yours as if to provide you with some comfort and you opened your eyes, instantly to look into his.

‘Your hands are freezing’ he whispered and you tried to suppress a smirk as his much larger hands dwarfed yours.

You couldn’t deny you felt a pull towards him, and the thing that scared you the most was that fact that you didn’t seem to want to fight it. That was until you heard a bang on the outside of the lift door.

‘You good in there guys?, two minutes and I’ll have this door open’

‘Thanks’ Mason called, rising to his feet and holding his hands down to help you up. He was surprisingly strong for his frame, and you grabbed his biceps as he held you at your elbows. His arms felt hard under your touch, clearly he must be a gym guy and you gulped down a nervous lump as you felt him through his clothes. Your bodies were now flush against each other as his dark eyes captured yours. You could feel his breath fanning over your face and your instincts were telling you to move closer, but the sound of the doors being prised apart made you pull away.

You quickly dusted yourself down and moved yourself passed Mason. The doors were open now, and you kept your head down as you moved through everyone, your eyes glued to the floor as you focused on getting out of there, but you felt a hand on your wrist that stopped you in your tracks.

‘Wait, where are you going?’ Mason asked as you turned to him, and you kept your expression blank as he look at you confused.

‘Back to my friends house’ you told him, and you watched his eyes flicker all over your face.

‘Oh, well when can I see you again?’

‘Mason’ you breathed, ready to let the second boy of the night down it seemed, when the receptionist who spoke with Mason over the speaker approached you.

'Mr Mount? i'm so sorry about the lift, i had no idea it was you in there' he started and you gave Mason a funny look, wondering how he knew him so well but you didn't wait around for a response, quickly turning and leaving the hotel and into the cold night.

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ncitylights · 10 months

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Eyes on me - stalker!renjun

Warnings: knife usage (can be referred to as knife play), gun usage (can be referred to as gun play), pet names (babydoll, doll, slut), stalking, noncon, sadism, renjun has a huge cock, unprotected sex (use protection please), brief smut (lmk if I missed something, it’s late and I’m so so tired 😞 not proofread)

Masterlist

Someone was following you. Or that’s what you concluded once you walk into your seemingly empty apartment.

The entire day, countless chills shot up your spine as if someone was staring at you like you were a full course. Every time it happened, you looked over your shoulder but didn’t see anyone there, so you thought that it could just be your imagination.

But as you stepped into your warm and cozy living place, you knew that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you.

You stood there, frozen in place, gaze set straight. Suddenly, you feel a cold, sharp object being placed on your neck.

“Don’t fucking move, __.” The person behind you said, the hairs on your soft skin rising. He presses the sharp knife against you more to make it known that he was serious.

“What do you want?..” You said, trembling and on the verge of tears. The man behind you chuckled softly before leading you to your bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and throwing the knife beside you, pulling a gun from his oversized sweatpants pockets.

“It’s simple, babydoll. I want you. Your pretty body all to myself.” He said, his gaze sadistic and dead set on you and your every move. By this point, you were sobbing, huge tears running down your soft cheeks as you try to escape, knowing damn well you couldn’t really move due to not wanting to get killed.

You scoot up to the headboard of your bed, your eyes never leaving his as you quivered and cried in fear, shaking your head. This had to be a dream.

“Please no..” You whimpered, renjun snorting before bringing his soft, pretty hands to the waistband of your pants, forcing them off of your body and throwing them onto the floor, putting the gun down and grabbing the knife and cutting your pretty strawberry panties from the side.

“No? Trying to give yourself to someone else? Don’t want me?” He said, shoving his fingers into your dry, but pretty cunt, his eyes fluttering up to you. You shook your head, weakly trying to pry his hands away.

Renjun snickers, shaking his head as you start to become wet by the passing seconds. Pumping his fingers faster into your cunt, he runs the shiny knife across your silky soft skin, watching you become more aroused.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought that you have wanted this from the beginning. For someone to break into your house and force themselves onto you to fuck all of your virgin holes,” He said, his pretty, milky fingers coated with your arousal. “Then again, that could be the case, right doll?”

You quit trying to fight after he said that, simply just shaking your pretty head in denial. He lifts an eyebrow, taking his fingers out of your cunt before pulling his cock out of his boxers and pants.

“Such a pretty little slut, hm? Finally giving in, aren’t you, doll?” He says, pushing his huge cock into your cunt, giving you no time to adjust before fucking you into oblivion.

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elvisalltheway101 · 5 months

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•Sweet Sensual Love•

Requested Summary: “I have a request 🤭 I know this might sound weird...but... I'd like to read a fanfiction where it is Elvis' and the reader's first time, and Elvis is insecure about his size but the reader comforts him and they end up making sweet love 🤭 (I've been wanting to request this for so long😭)” -@bigdaddyelvislover

Author’s note: this is my first, first, first request! I’m so excited and thank you, thank you, thank you. Mwah! I hope I do you justice, especially because the idea is unique! This is my like 3rd smut thang, and this happens to be my first “sex involved” one…so cut me some slack! I was really hesitant becuase I feel it’s kinda rushed…and I kinda felt like I skipped stuff-

Author won’t zip it yet: I hope you enjoy, but if you weren’t thinking this…I can always write another! Believe it or not, this song pumped me up while writing this. And ha! It even matches the title! Also I’m so sorry that this took almost a decade to post

warnings:, virgin!Elvis x virgin!reader, insecure about his cock, uncircumcised, unprotected sex, and it’s female reader.

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Tonight was the night. The night where you and Elvis were to consummate your love for each other by becoming one. It’s been a while since you’ve both came back from the church, and changed into more comfortable wear, your silky matching pajamas.

You and Elvis sit besides each other in a comfortable silence. Elvis purses his lips and sighs out after a big gulp, turning over to you. He lays a gentle hand on your shoulder and lifts your chin tenderly between the tips of his index and thumb.

“Pillow, you know we don’t gotta do this if you don’t wanna….especially not if you feel pressured. Just because it’s our wedding night we don’t gotta do what’s expected o-or assumed.” He whispers softly, almost desperate? You can’t exactly pin point what tone or what’s in his voice. You glance up into his eyes. Oh, those ocean blue eyes that can hypnotize you whenever, whatever. You furrow your eyebrows and laugh softly but reassuringly.

“E, of course I do…unless you don’t want to? You seem hesitant, Elvis.” Your voice trails to a whisper of concern. You swallow harshly and cup his cheeks, sitting up more straight lay and lifting his head to look up at you.

“Elvis? What’s the matter? Talk to me, baby.” You say softly, then leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his nose. That fine nose, in fact.

He looks away for a moment, tilting his head down. He presses his lips together and shrug slightly, nervously and maybe insecurely? Oh, maybe that’s what was in his tone, insecurity. But still, he doesn’t answer.

You sigh, and you force his chin up to look at your eyes. Your fingers tips delicately trace over his sharp jaw line, as your eyes trail over his facial features that God blessed him with.

“I-I just…I don’t wanna disappoint you is all.” He whispers with a frown, then taking his face out of your hands and looking away. He shakes his head and mutters. “Hunny, I-I-l mean, I jus’ I don’t think t-that I-I’ll do you good. I-I don’ think a-ah’ll pleasure you the way you deserve…I don think I’m good enough f-for uh that way.” He says out, starting to slowly sound frustrated with himself. He hugs his arms to himself and pouts away.

You scoff and roll your eyes, scooting closer and nudging him playfully. “Elvis I-I know we’re both new to this, but we both know that today, we said ‘I do’ and our vows to love eachother endlessly. Elvis, you’re more than enough and we deserve eachother. Love is more important than whatever pleasure you talk about” You say and then you wrap him in your arms, resting your forehead to his shoulder. There’s a silence that seems to calm him.

“What are you unsure about anyway sugar?” You chirp up in a sweet voice, picking up your head and resting your chin on his shoulder as your hair falls from your shoulder to behind you.

His cheeks flush pink and seem to get hotter and darker as seconds pass. He gulps and shrugs, as he begins to fidget with one of the buttons on his baggy, silky violet shirt. “I-it’s uh…I mean uh, doin’ it. M-me and the guys t-told me all this and that. A-and uh i uh.” You nod understandably. But you don’t seem to figure out why he’s almost afraid?

“I see…but Elvis, w-what’s uh. What’s the “uh’?” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle out of your pink lips, and he smiles gently. He looks up at you and sighs with a soft smile.

“Hunny. I-I mean uh, my thingy.”

you furrowed your eyebrows as he lowered his head and turned away in embarrassment. “W-what? I don’t get it.” You say out, actually quite curious and naive to this.

“I mean m-mah…my uh, my cock, y/n…I-I just uh. The guys said that size matters and all. A-and I just wanna pleasure you a-as a good husband should and more.” He mutters out, then slapping his hands to cover his burning cheeks.

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but let your cheeks get a small tinge of pink too. You both are new to this, but you know the basic knowledge. What a penis is and what sex is overall. But you’ve never heard that a size matters. You hum softly and shake your head, you hook your arm over his shoulder.

“Oh…well Elvis. I think that’s just ridiculous, do you really know what matters the most?” You say, as you then lean in and whisper softly in his ear. He sighs and turns his face over to you but not able to make eye contact.

“What matters the absolute most is what we both want. As one.” You say softly and airy, reaching down to interlock your slender, soft fingers into his.

A smile stretches up on his face and he nods, he then swiftly scoops you up into his arms and cradles you. He nuzzles his nose to yours, the tip of your features delicately grazing against each other’s.

He hums and bites his lip as he glances up into your eyes and whispers, “D-do you still wanna um do it?” He gulps and chuckles nervously, “I-I hope I didn’t ruin the moment. ‘Specially for my beautiful wife.”

You giggle and nod eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself up. “Of course, and we’ll do it slowly so that we both enjoy this as we should. Okay?” You hum softly and pepper kisses along his cheeks like the cute couples do in cartoons.

He nods and he lays his body onto you, whispering slightly as he strains to hold up his weight with yours on his elbows, “I ain’t heavy for you, am I?” He chews on his bottom lip and pull his head away to ask.

You nod and giggle as you playfully pull him completely onto you. “Elvis, stop your nonsense and let’s enjoy this night as we should. As newly husband and wife.”

He hums and laughs softly, pulling away to sit back on his heels and he can only look down at you below him. “I jus’ can’t believe you’re mine, darlin’. You’re mine forever.” He whispers in disbelief, shaking his head. He reaches up to rub his thumb along your cheeks, his cool, gold wedding ring sliding along your jaw.

You smile and giggle, then flipping you both over and laying him on his back. “Likewise, darling.” You whisper, leaning down to press warm kisses on his neck, flicking your tongue against his Adam’s Apple. This has him softly gasping underneath you, fluttering his eyes close. You smirk to yourself, continuing down until his shirt is off and you begin to unzip his fly. He suddenly dips his hand between you and his lap, holding your hand in place. He props himself on his elbows and whispers, “h-honey. I-I wanna see you too. I wanna see my beautiful wife in all her glory and beauty.”

You don’t hesitate, backing away and nearly ripping off your clothing. Leaving yourself in just your special white linger. While Elvis covers his eyes and says out excitedly, “C-can I look now?” You gigle to yourself and nod eagerly, crawling over to him on the bed. “Mhm, you can.”

The moment Elvis opens his eyes, his cock twitches. Your plump breasts in that little white bra, your nipples, pink and tightened from arousal that poke against the material. He can’t help but stare, whimpering softly as his legs shift slightly from his painful hard on.

“C-can I take ‘em off, darlin’?” He whispers, not being able to rip his eyes off your body. He can’t help but let out a soft moan as his eyes trail down to your wide hips, and your casual white panties that have some of your dark, wiry pubic hair poking out. You nod quietly but then you have a bright idea, stopping his arm from moving up your chest. Before he can speak of any concerns you interrupt and whisper, “I-I wanna see eachother…at the same time.” He raises a brow and bites his lip, pulling his hand away.

“W-wha? Um, sure. Okay darling. We can do that.” He hums gently, standing up off the bed to strip off his pants but not being brave enough to take off his blue boxers. Meanwhile, you undress, your top atleast. Leaving off your bra and laying back against the bed as you watch with confused eyes over at Elvis.

“Elvis? A-are you still insecure bout ‘im?” You frowned softly whenhe sighs, nodding sheepishly and looking away. He gulls and rubs his arm plopping down next to between your legs.

“Y-yeah…hunny, y/n baby, I-I ain’t big like the guys said feels good. I-I don’t think- a-and I-I uh, I ain’t cut…” he groans out and he seems so upset with himself. He rubs his palms into his eyes and huffs. He’s so frustrated with his appearance and the way he is that he’s not even able to enjoy this heavenly sight before him.

You don’t care really. It’s supposed to be special. Tonight isn’t supposed to be about insecurity or lack of confidence. You purse your lips and sigh, as you then sit up and you caress his arms into your soft hands.

“Elvis? I don’t care what you look like, or where you’re from, or even to what size you are. I really don’t. As long as we love eachother, then I’m happy. A-and hopefully you’re happy too?” Your eyes try to search his, until he finally shoots his head up and nod vigorously.

“O-of course, baby. B-but y/n…what if, what if… what if it’s not what you expect it to be? A-and you think differently of me…” He mutters out his deepest fear and insecurity. You sigh and shake your head of this nonsense.

“Elvis…do you want this though?” You perk up, deciding to steer this in a different path that will be enjoyable for the both of you. He nods slowly and start to begin to babble again. “Well yeah but-“

You put a finger to his lips and then you hum softly, “Okay…then we’ll do this.”

With that being said, you lay back and you trail your nails down his chest. You can see his poor penis, straining and staining through his boxers. You slide your fingers down, hooking your fingers yo his waist band and then you pull it down his lap.

He immediately buries his face into his elbow as his penis wags back and forth, aroused and hard as a rock. Your jaw drops and your eyes widen like saucers. His cock is long and thick in girth, his tip red and glistening under the cheap light above you. The thick patch of dark, curly pubic hair that’s behind it. God, the way his breathing stutters as the cool air hits his sensitive tip that peaks underneath his foreskin. You then reach your index finger to poke at the underside of his tip. He lets out a soft gasp, flying his hands down to the bed and you finally see them blue orbs. He glanced over at your face for your reaction. Only seeing amazement and curiosity.

“E…baby, I-it’s so big…h-how’s it supposed to erm,” your eyes can’t even get off his cock as you clear your throat and shrug, “uh…how’s it supposed to get inside of me?”

His eyebrows raise and he blushes even deeper than before. He gulps and bites his lip, glancing at his manhood seeming a little more impressed with himself. He stutters out and bites his lip, “y-you think it’s big? Y-you think I-it’ll uh work?” He whispers, needing this reassurance.

You nod, finally looking into his eyes and swallowing loudly. “Elvis, I-I…it’s…it’s beautiful.” You speak out, and your core is throbbing and aching for this. Your vagina greedy with want, even though you’re not sure how that will fit into you…you have this delicious desire to have it in you.

He smiles and giggles, hiccuping cutely as another head of shiny precum adds from his tip. “T-thank you y/n. M-my, uh, ain’t nobody told me m-mah cock was uh beautiful as you say.”

You can’t wait any longer as you cup his cheeks and look up at him, “Elvis…I-I need it. I-I wanna feel you. Please.” You whisper with want and need. With desire to be fulfilled.

He nods, mouth opened as he breathes through those pillowy lips. He gulps and purses his lips before standing a steady arm next to your waist and placing a tender hand on your hip.

“Okay…y/n, I-I ain’t never done this before. S-so uh…can you guide me?” He asks, before taking the hand that steadied him to grasp his cock. He’s never been so hard that it hurts.

You nod slowly, as you then take a deep breath and gently take his wrist that grasps his cock to drag his tip against your folds. You gasp when his sticky tip touches a sensitive spot between your vulva lips.

In all honesty, you don’t know much about your body other than where yer lil hole is. You didn’t even know what was that little bud of nerves that his rough tip touched.

Elvis catches on to this reaction, keeping his cock on that little peak that stands out slightly between your pretty little folds. He rocks his lips slightly and hums softly. Finally getting friction on his hard on. It’s not until Elvis finally dips his head to see the scene and pulls back his foreskin. You both watch with eyes of awe and curiosity. Your pretty pink folds that’s decorated with beautiful dark hair, slick and wet with arousal, welcoming his cock whenever.

“B-baby…I-I need you bad, c-can we uh put it in now?” He says out in a voice that sounds strained, his cock so hard and painful that it might just fall right off from his balls. Oh, word, don’t even get started on his balls. His balls that are tightly to him in agony, waiting to shoot a load into his new wife’s wet heat.

You nod vigorously, needing him just as bad. You bend your legs slightly as Elvis hovers over you, letting you guide his cock through your wet folds. Until his tip prods and awaits at your entrance. You take a deep breathe in as you close your eyes and whisper, “okay, Elvis. Y-you need to go really really slow okay? Supposedly I-it don’t feel too good starting off for the girls.” He furrows his eyebrows and glances up into your eyes.

“Y-y/n, that ain’t right. That ain’t fair, w-what? How can I do to help? Y-you should feel just as much pleasure as I will.” He frowns, and he already feel himself softening from the thought of hurting her. Y/n shrugs and then glances down to the bud that they discovered the wonders of just a moment ago. Taking his hand to put a fingertip on her clit, she gasps and nods.

“Baby, just touch me okay? T move your hips slowly in as you stroke me okay?” You whisper out with a soft whine, feeling a new sensation erupt in you as he strokes your clit carefully.

He starts, watching your reaction trying to ignore the God heavenly feeling of your pussy hugging his tip so tightly. He lets out a gasp too, as you feel pain immediately. Tears swell into your eyes and you halt his hips, as you gasp for air.

“o-ow, Elvis. W-wait for a moment. L-let me adjust. P-please.” You whisper softly as you let your virgin hole clench harshly around him. He can only nod, his eyes fighting to roll to the back of his head. His eyes concentrate on the beautiful sight of him almost there. Almost joining as one.

When you finally feel ready, not feeling much a burn, you then nod for him to continue. He continues to dip his hips in deeper and he lets out a groan through gritted teeth.

It feels like absolute heaven to him. Your pretty hole swallowing him like the beautiful, and thoughtful wife you are.

When all is silent, he whispers gently in a soothing voice as he drags his thumb across your drying tears. “You okay there, baby? I don’t wanna go hurting my wife. That’s not the way I wanna do things. Never.” He speaks out in all seriousness and certainty.

Weirdly enough, the burning starts to ease and calm, subsiding as a soft moan escapes your lips. You nod and glance up into his eyes, “yes please, go ahead.”

With that, he swivels his hips and then you’re taking him fully. You both share a moan. You both look down at your bodies completely joining, and you let out a whimper as you clench around him tighter.

“E-Elvis move please.” You whine softly out, bucking your hips slightly. He nods, obeying as he slowly starts to thrust his firm hips into yours. His balls pressing firmly to your ass whenever he moves his hips for you to just swallow him whole again.

Soft moans and whines fill the air as he speeds up his pace a little. The tip of his pretty cock touching a spot you never even knew existed. His hard cock twitches as he hears your breathy moans, knowing that he’s pleasing you, making you happy as you deserve.

Your delicious pussy continues to clench around him as he then presses his fingers more fimer to your clit, seeing how you’d react. Your chest rises and falls, your pretty tits bouncing with every small gasp you take. He watches as his veiny and pink girth slides out and glistens in your juices.

“Oh baby, you’re so pretty. I’m so happy to call you mine. W-we were meant for eachother.” He moans out, shoving his cock back to stuff you again. You can only nod in agreement, not being able to talk from how good you’re feeling.

The squelching noises are the sounds of your arousals coating your sexs together. Until he presses harder to your clit, using his other hand to slide your left hand up above your head. Interlocking your hands together, as the beautiful rings shine and glow.

“My beautiful wife. You’re mine, mine, mine. I-I can’t believe this. Goddamn, luckiest person in the world.” His hips stutter and you loll your head back to meet his. You moan out softly, as you nod. “E-Elvis, I-I can feel something. C-can you feel it too?” You pant out, referring to your first orgasms together approaching.

He nods and buried his face into your snack, thrusting his hips in deeper. Then the peak of that delicious, sweet sensation erupts. Sharing screams of pleasure of either names, as his thrust ends to a final stop when you feel a warmth in the pit of your belly. Your womb.

His white cum coating your walls as his, forever and ever to keep and cherish.

“I love you, Elvis.” You pant out, feeling as thought time had paused as you both just lay there. Bodies still joined as one.

He nods into your neck and leans up to move his hands to meet your cheeks. He hums and presses his lips to your,

“And I love you most. Thank you darling, Y/N, for making me the happiest person on this damned earth.”

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Author’s note; that’s it! I hope you enjoyed it! I’m pretty happy with it, if not, please tell me and I’ll fix it or even rewrite it if it’s that bad 🫣💀. But please continue to request! For anything and everything! Mwah! I should be having more fics out soon! When I mean request for anything, I mean absolutely anything. Even for people or celebs I don’t know. Just request what you’d like and how they are as people! I wanna please and entertain everyone and anyone. Not leaving nobody behind 😉

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ackermonie · 7 months

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=requested, pt.2 of the lonely nights

another sleepless dawn breaks upon the horizon. you lay there, and even amongst the sweat and blood and dirt, your eyes watch the sky turn purple unblinkingly.

you’re done with your mission, the veil is down. you can go home now.

but isnt it peaceful?

the autumn breeze is gentle on your cheeks. you can still see the stars, and the moon, just like you, doesn’t seem to want to go home just yet. so you just lay there, basking in each other’s presence as you finally feel something akin to that you once felt in your youth.

its been years. seven? eight? all you know that its been long enough to forget his voice. his features started to fade away a little too, but when it gets so bad that you start to panic, you get out the old stash of grainy old pictures to reminisce on how his hair used to feel between your fingers, but you’ve long forgotten that too.

has he changed? did he cut his hair short or is he letting it fall to his back?

has the skin beside his eyes begin to wrinkle?

you dont cry about it anymore. you’ve already done your fair share of that. now all that remains is an empty, hollow place in your chest where he once occupied.

the purple of the sky turns into lilac, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. you can’t get up. you’re not severely injured or anything, a scratch here and a gash there, but the very will to get yourself on your feet remains lost, and you don’t even care. they’ll probably send someone to check the scene out soon, they can take you home then.

the weather is nice, its peacefully quiet, and you haven’t slept in over 48 hours. what can a little nap do? your eyes flutter closed.

“you got bold.”

in a split second, your dagger was aimed up to protect your face. your vision is a bit blurry when u snap your eyes open to see a sea of faded features exactly above you. only the dagger in your hand separates your faces.

you blink furiously, trying to get the impaired vision to set straight. the person above you is squatting behind your head, its a man for sure. his shoulders are so broad he almost blocks your whole vision, casting a shadow over you. he tilts his head as your eyes begun to scan his face, vision returning gradually.

your heart sinks.

the skin beside his eyes did start to wrinkle.

“suguru.” it comes out in a breath.

“what are you doing out here?”

“suguru?” your fingers loosen on the dagger for only a couple of seconds, your body just never used to having its defenses up in his presence, but this isn't the same person anymore. no longer the geto suguru you knew and loved. you need to remember this.

“i can’t think of a worse place to nap in, to be frank.”

your knuckles turn white around your dagger again.

“how did you find me?”

“you made quite a scene.”

he let his hair grow longer. way longer than you thought. some of it falls on his shoulder, and he’s keeping it up from his face in a bun like he used to. they say hair keeps memories. you sigh in relief.

despite everything, your hands are aching to reach for him. to cradle his face and brush through the silky strands, but you only keep a firm grasp on the sharp instrument between you two.

the sky is getting brighter. you don’t want the moon to leave you alone with him. the sun will only make him more real.

“are you just going to lay there?” he tilts his head again, gesturing at you. “don’t you have somewhere to report back to?”

“why are you here?”

“you see, i happen to sorta eat curses, and you just exorcized my dinner.”

“oh,” it comes out uncontrollably.

“impressive show to watch, to be honest.” you feel his hand on yours, it makes you flinch. he pushes your armed hand away from your faces with the littlest of forces, but your hand now rests beside your head, the dagger tumbled out of your grasp. “you’ve gotten stronger.”

“i was never weak.” it was intended to be a harsh snarl, but you feel choked. your voice barely held any venom in it.

geto smiles a bit. “i never thought you were.”

no, no. no.

you push him away with a hand to his chest that you wish lingered a bit more than it did, pulling yourself up in a sitting position with your back to him. it’s an open meadow, theres no where you can run and hide. you need to get out of here. his very scent is intoxicating you, pulling tears up from somewhere you thought you buried deep.

“leave me alone.” you throw over your shoulder. you catch a glimpse of him, he’s still squatting down, watching you intently. “i dont want you here.”

he stays quiet, you can only hear the sound of your own harsh breaths. your eyes blur, this time with tears, but you don’t think you can hold out for long.

what is he thinking, showing up like that? after all this time? did he think you’ll run into his arms like you once did? does he take pleasure from watching you like that, body shaken up with choked back tears, unable even to look him in the eye?

that’s it. you push yourself up despite the gash on the side of your thigh that pulls out a yelp out of you.

“i’m leaving, then.” you begin to limp away. the first tear betrays you.

suddenly, the ground in front of you is split by a line of shadows from which a curse materialized in front of you. a dragon, it’s tail wiggling with its teeth pulled back in a snarl. a certain curse that you were always practically fond of.

you stumble back. the eyes widened in shock fell back to familiarity, a gaze that still holds the pain of loss. somehow you still know that none of this is the way it used to be, no matter how familiar.

the curse draws closer. it’s not threatening, just forcing you back until you hit a solid figure behind you. you turn back abruptly, hands immediately in a position to push geto away, but he was always quicker than you were.

his hands were there to welcome your wrists instead, grip unyielding despite your trials to break away. he doesn’t look tense when you look up at him. doesn’t look threatened, nor angry, just…

sad. he looks sad.

“come on, baby,” his voice was so low, you’d thought it was a part of your imagination if you didn’t see his lips move. “don’t do this to me.”

don’t do this to me??? you want to scream at him. want to bang on his chest until it cracks open, but all you seem to be able to do is look up at him as tears flow freely down your face, and he looks so fucking sad.

he lets go of one wrist, hesitant for a second to see what your reaction will be. his hand traces up to your face, big fingers cradling your face with the world’s gentleness in them. the other hand softens around your wrist, slipping up until his thumb rests in the palm of your hand, then geto heaves out a sigh.

his eyes scan your face for a few seconds.

“you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.”

you almost hear the sound of your heart shattering. your lips fall apart, you too scanning his face, except you’re doing it to find any sign of bluffing, anything that can mend whatever remains of your shattered heart, but all you find is sincerity.

“what are you doing?” disbelief is evident on your features.

his forehead falls to yours, and your fist unclenches on his chest. you can feel the heartbeat under his bones.

“i dont know,” he breathes out, he still smells the same. your noses touch. “i don’t know, but let us just have this.”

“sugu…” you sob. your hand traces up to rest on the side of his neck, almost scared to touch his hair.

“y/n…” his chest heaves, your lips brush as he whispers your name. “please.”

you barely manage a little nod, a broken sob escaping past your lips only to be swallowed by a pair of desperate ones that knock the very oxygen out of you.

his lips on yours are so familiar. you’ve done this hundreds of times, yet never enough. your hands, finally, slip through the silky strands, and you almost cry out because you remember it all all over again. the sleepless nights and the calls until dawn breaks, the silly braids you used to decorate his hair with, it all slams into you like a high-speed train.

but a strong grasp is holding you firmly, preventing your knees from giving out. he kisses you like a starved man, like he misses the very air you breath, like it’s been tearing him up inside not having you in his arms like this.

you let yourself believe that this is all true. that he’s been spending even more sleepless nights than you are. that no call of his name sounds as soothing as the way your tone sounds.

but its not gonna last long. you two begin to treat those few minutes like they are your last on earth. his hand slips under your uniform to touch as much skin as possible, and you cradle his face, planting the feeling of his hair between your fingers deep in your memories.

i love yous and im sorrys are muttered, but you’re not sure who says them. you pull back to look at him and he’s never looked this vulnerable. you hold yourself back from asking why and how could you, but you know you wont like the answer. geto suguru never regrets the choice he makes.

as much as his love for you and for his friends remains, his mind has been set on this path long ago.

“next lifetime,” you breathe shakily, holding his face to yours intimately. “let’s stay away from jujutsu altogether, hm?” you try to smile, swiping a thumb under his eye. “we’ll just run, okay? we’ll run and stay together.”

geto smiles, wiping your tear-stained cheek with a calloused thumb, but he says nothing.

"no, you have to promise me." your grip tightens on the material of his clothes, panic surging through your eyes. "you'll find me."

"I'll find you. I promise."

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battleangel · 7 months

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I Am Not My Hair

What actually happens if I shave my head bald?

Why cant I see what I look like without hair?

Why do I have to be sick or have cancer or be dying?

Why am I not allowed as a woman to just shave my head?

Why do I need a reason, a justification, an explanation?

Why do I have to justify being hairless?

Why are people acting like Im dying and have cancer just because Im bald?

Nothing happens. Thats the gag.

Youve been taught to fear.

Its just my bald head. Why is that forbidden?

Verboten?

Why cant I ever see what my actual head looks like without all this hair on it?

Why cant I see what my face looks like without it constantly being surrounded by hair?

What if I like being bald?

What if I like not spending $1200+ a year on my hair?

What if I like not styling my hair?

What if I like not doing anything with my hair other than cutting it super short, about an inch or two, every few months?

Why does it threaten people for a woman not to care about her hair?

I dont want to go to a hair salon or barbershop.

I dont want to go back to an afro.

I dont want locs or dreads.

I dont want shaved sides, I already did that last year.

I dont want corn rows or bantu knots, Ive done that too.

I dont want to grow it out.

I dont want a $500 lace front wig.

I dont want a wig professionally installed by a stylist every 2 to 3 months.

I dont want to wash or brush my hair.

I dont want to put any products in my hair.

Why is it a sin for a black woman to not want to grow her hair out?

I dont want my "long beautiful" hair back.

I dont want it halfway down my back again.

I dont want it to my waist again.

I dont want to relax it again -- there are lawsuits against Loreal, black women who used Just For Me and other chemical relaxers to straighten their hair are being diagnosed with cancer, inferitility and fibroids.

The chemicals in a relaxer are strong enough to break down and destroy the natural texture of your curly coiled kinks and force it to be straight -- those same chemicals are also strong enough to literally peel paint off of cars -- why are you putting this directly on your scalp for an hour plus every 2 to 3 months from the time you are a pre-teen or in high school until adulthood, for decades, and thinking that there wont be health issues?

They target products to Black women that kill them.

Remember the little Black girls that sang the R&B pop jingle in the Just For Me commercial?

"Just for me...hair so healthy, silky and free."

Who was that song for?

This was the 90s and there were multiple Black girl groups back then -- TLC, 702, Blaque, Xscape, Jade, Total, MoKenStef, etc. -- they wanted to get us while we were young so we would keep using their products until adulthood.

I got my first perm, I am 4C, at 11. I was so glad my mother stopped burning me with the hot comb that she had tortured me with since I was 5. Anything was better than that as I had a very sensitive scalp or "tenderheaded" as it is called in our community.

I couldnt wait to go to Touch of Magic salon where my older sister already had her long, silky hair. I was tired of being tortured by a hot ass comb that was constantlu burning my fucking scalp and I was tired of being told to "sit still" while my scalp was being fucking burned. I couldnt wait for the Revlon Fabulaxer so the dreaded golden hot comb could be forever banished from my existence.

From 11 to 34, 23 years, I faithfully got a relaxer at the salon every 2 to 3 months. It was about $120+ (relaxer, deep condition, style, split ends, color, etc.). Over the years, that fucking adds up, over $100k I spent on my hair. Even when I went natural at 34, my 4c hair is extremely thick, kinky, nappy, unruly and very difficult to deal with. People have literally broken combs trying to comb through it. Needless to say, I couldnt manage anything myself but a wash and go so I spent thousands at the salon as a 4c natural on Senegalese twists, box braids, Bantu knots, corn rows, twist outs, twist updos and flat twists.

Then I shaved my sides and cut my hair super short and started going to barber shops but I was dyeing it fuschia back then so my hair was still costing me money.

Then last year, I finally just grabbed kitchen scissors out of my kitchen and hacked it myself and decided I was never going to go back to a salon or barbershop.

I was going to cut my hair with kitchen scissors myself every 2 to 3 months. I do like different looks so I have five cheap synthetic shitty wigs that are different colors (blue, blonde, green, black). Depending on the lewk and fit, either I just wear my hair natural and short or I slap a wig on.

But thats it. No maintenance, no upkedp, no hair care routines, no wasting away a Saturday at a salon, no barbershops, no wash and gos, no 15 hour sessions getting braided extensions.

Just literally cutting it with kitchen scissors every 2 to 3 months and slapping on a cheap shitty wig whenever I have a certain fit or lewk and thats it.

Then in August, I decided to shave my head bald. I didnt want even a few inches of hair anymore so I grabbed my husbands razor and shaved it. Didnt go to a barbershop or stylist. Had no idea how to even use the razor and just shaved it all off in under 10 minutes. I loved the bald look especially with thick ass winged liquid eyeliner, bold dramatic eyeshadow and colorful lipstick.

I have a few inches of growth that in a month or two, I will grab the kitchen scissors again and cut my hair down to an inch or two. Ill do that every few months. I love it bald but even shaving my head on a regular basis is more time than I choose to devote to my hair. Cutting it with scissors to an inch or two every 2 to 3 months is my absolute limit.

As a woman, thats not allowed.

Especially as a Black woman.

And I was raised by a Southern Baptist fundamentalist, so forget about it.

You have to obsess over your hair, products, styling, color, length, look, appearance, texture, curl pattern, thickness, volume, care routines, pre poo, deep conditoning, tea tree oil, diffusing, texturizing, blow out, straightening, relaxing, lace front wig installations, weaves, kanekalon, bundles, braids, twists, locs, dreads, corn rows, bantu knots...

You cant just not do your hair!

Only you can. Because thats exactly what I do.

Even as a Black woman and we are brainwashed to be absolutely obsessed with our hair.

Go back and look at the hysteria India Arie caused when she shaved her "beautiful curls".

Just like India Arie, I am not my hair.

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floatmeintothesun · 1 year

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Not for you

Summary: you take a hit for Kaeya and he is very very very worried.

tw: petnames (like a lot)

tags: light angst, fluff, gn! reader, Kaeya threatens you to take care of yourself

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“I find your selflessness heroic, my darling, but don’t you ever do that again.” Kaeya smiles threateningly and you pale, laughing a bit nervously. (How can someone be smiling and look so freaking scary simultaneously??)

“Ah…Kaeya, it wasn’t anything--”

“Do. Not. Don’t finish that sentence.” Your lover flicks your forehead roughly, stressing those first two words. “You were asleep for 3 days. 3, my love. Do you know how many hours I spent worrying and panicking over you?”

“Um--”

“That’s right. 72 hours. Straight. I spent 72 hours just waiting for you to wake up because of your idiotic decision!” He paces anxiously and you wince, noticing the dark circles beneath your lover’s eyes.

“You were going to get mowed down by that Mitachurl though! I couldn’t let you just get--”

“YES. Yes, you could have just let me get hit because I could have protected myself with my vision. The most I would have gotten is a concussion. You, on the other hand, have multiple broken and bruised ribs.” Kaeya runs a hand through his disheveled blue hair before you reach out weakly. He immediately goes to your side, kneeling down next to your bed.

“I’d rather get broken and bruised if it means that you wouldn’t get hurt.” You say defiantly, before cutting him off before he can say anything. “No--shut up, Kae, we both know you’d do the same for me.” He stares at you for a long moment, before dipping his head and letting it rest against the mattress.

“...I know. I know, darling, but I despise seeing you like this. Especially to this extent…I’d rather you stay safe, sated, and happy.” He nudges your hand and you start running it through his silky hair. How he makes it still smooth and perfect even after 3 days is a mystery to you.

“I’m sorry, Kaeya. I promise I’ll be more careful in the future.” You place your hand on his cheek and he huffs tiredly through his nose.

“You better. I don’t know what I’d do without you…so please…”He whispers, leaning into your hand and placing his own over yours.

You probably don’t know how much fear completely swamped his entire being when he first saw you…lying broken in the grass like that, your limbs and body torn and bleeding.

Your eyes were closed, and he was almost too panicked to even realize that you still had a faint pulse. After completely ripping through the Mitachurl that dared hurt you like this, he had sprinted with you in his hands all the way back to Mondstadt to get you healed quickly.

“I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” You murmur to him, and he tilts your hand so he can kiss the palm. He bites it lightly, and you yelp. “What was that for?”

“For almost dying, my dear.” He says in a low tone, and you blink, remembering his earlier anger. He’s only repressing his fury, for now, you think to yourself, watching Kaeya mark up your wrist and the back of your hand in vague apprehension.

“Kaeya, my love, the light of my life, my darling, my wonderful captain, my baby--”

“Don’t think you can get out of bed rest with your flattery, darling. It won’t work.” He cuts you off firmly, raising his eyes (or eye) to bore into yours. You chuckle weakly and he looks at his handiwork, pressing his long elegant fingers over the dark marks he’s made.

You let him fiddle with your hands, using his own to entwine and capture them. You watch him slowly work his way up your arm, nibbling and sucking lightly.

“Kae?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely furious, my darling. I’ll save all of it for when you get better though. I don’t think you’d want me to immediately start lecturing you a couple of hours after you’ve woken up.”

“...”

“Make no mistake, I’m going to scold you for hours, and then you're on probation.”

“Aw dang it.”

“Y’know, if you just let me get hit, you wouldn’t be in this position.” He reminds you lightly and you scoff.

“I know. I’d be the one getting mad and going off on how reckless you are.” You shoot back, and he smiles, scooting up to kiss your neck. You squirm at the feeling and he blows a whoosh of air over the sensitive parts of your flesh.

“I don’t doubt that darling. Our roles would certainly be reversed.” He nuzzles your cheek affectionately and presses his lips against yours. “I’d rather it be that though.” He says pointedly and you sigh lightly.

“No, I’m fine with being hurt, but--”

“Shut your mouth please, my dear.” He says lovingly (see: threateningly). “Our opinions differ greatly, but for now, please bear with me, as I am not the one currently lying in bed with numerous injuries.” You blink.

“Fine. You win. But the next time you get hurt, I’m going to fuss over you so much you’ll get sick of me.” You grumble and he chuckles lightly.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you. It’s simply impossible.” He taps your nose lightly, watching it wrinkle cutely. He lets his head relax into the mattress and you poke him, making his eye flutter open.

“Hey. Don’t fall asleep there, your neck will hurt.” You murmur and he hums, yawning and slipping into the bed next to you. His arms curl carefully around your body and you turn over to peck his cheek. He presses his body against yours, closing his eye and slipping off his eyepatch, and nibbling your neck lightly.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, my dear. Good night.” He mumbles sleepily and you nod. “And you’re not allowed to do commissions until your ribs are healed.” He adds on sweetly.

“Wait what—“

#kaeya imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x you #genshin kaeya #kaeyagenshinimpact #genshin impact x reader

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zaraomarrogers · 9 months

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Always And Forever - 16

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem! reader

Warning: Angst, little bit fluff

“Careful bubba! We don’t want to get a boo boo.” Steve was fishing for the keys in his jean jacket pocket while also keeping an eye on Malcolm who was trying to climb up the fence of the front yard.

“C’mon, let’s go in.” He hollered picking the Walmart bag up from the doorstep containing ice cream and Malcolm’s puzzle games. Malcolm ran straight into the house laughing and saying I win I win making Steve smile brightly towards his little firecracker.

“Daddy, I wana eat ice cweam.”

“Yes, we’re gonna have ice cream, but, first we eat dinner.” Steve put him down on the kitchen floor after washing his hands in the sink.

“Nooooo, I wana eat ice cweam now.” Malcolm whined.

“Bubba, mama made noodles and meat balls for us. You love meat balls.” Steve reasoned, putting the food container in microwave to reheat it. Y/n packed food for both of them.

“But I wana eat ice cweam.” Malcolm pouted, wrapping his small arms around Steve’s thigh.

“Yeah, after dinner you can eat ice cream. I just told you that.” Steve ruffled Malcolm’s dark blond silky hair.

“Up.” Malcolm raised his arms upwards towards Steve. He immediately picked him up, welcoming the warmth from his son’s hug.

“When mama be back?” Malcolm nuzzled his face in Steve’s neck and yawned.

“She’ll be back very soon… and going to be very happy when she’d see that you finished all your dinner…” Steve gently rubbed his back. He knew that Malcolm had started to miss Y/n. He brought him to his house yesterday afternoon knowing that Y/n had a date with Andy the other day.

“Bubba, you wana talk to Grandma? Tell her about your day?” Steve tried to distract him.

Malcolm nodded and Steve dialed Sarah’s number placing the phone on dining table against the vase and sitting Malcolm on the chair.

“Honey?” Sarah answered the video call.

“Hi Gwandma!” Malcolm said shyly. He looked towards Steve who came to sit beside him after placing the plates and fork on the table.

“My love! Mal, how are you?” Sarah exclaimed with joy.

“Good. Daddy and I went to ‘ewseum… and… and gwandma, I pwayed with wooden toys…” Malcolm paused for a moment, trying to remember the things he saw at the Boston’s Children Museum.

Steve put the Rubbermaid food containers on the table and started serving the noodles and meat balls on their plates.

“Bubba, you also need to eat. It smells delicious.” Steve cut the meatball in half for Malcolm and poked it on the fork for him as well, while the little boy animatedly continued telling Sarah about his fun experience at the museum.

“He’s just like Y/n.” Sarah cooed, going all heart eyes for his grandson. Steve faked a frown and leaned in to look a closer look at his son, “Nah ah! I don’t think so.” He said with a mouth full of salad.

“He got his looks from you but everything else is Y/n.”

“No wonder I love that woman so much.” he said cockily.

“Oh hush, you boy! you are lucky to have ‘em both.”

“That I am.” Steve whispered, smiling.

“I finish my pwate, daddy. Now, ice cweam time.” Malcolm exclaimed with excitement. Sarah and Steve shared a laugh as he got up to bring the ice cream tub and bowls for them.

“Gwandma, I’m tuwning fouw in two weeks.” Malcom excitedly told Sarah by showing his four small fingers and counting them. “Mama said, I cewebwate my biwthday in daddy’s house…” Steve came to sit beside him on his chair, putting a bowl of ice cream in front of Malcom. “Yayyy ice cweam, ice cweam…” Malcolm took a spoon full in his mouth.

“Slow down, Mal.” Steve cleaned the sides of his mouth and nose with the napkin.

Sarah awed looking at Malcolm, “Mal, honey, have you decided what cake do you want for your birthday?”

“Buzz Wightyeaw… Mama says Gwandma’s going to make the cake.”

“Wait what? When did that happen? Why did I not know about that?” Steve was surprised to get the information from his son. Malcolm just shrugged his shoulders and indulged himself in his ice cream.

“Y/n called me the other day and told me about her plan. I can’t wait to make it happen.” Sarah told him with a smile.

“She’s very sneaky, damn.” Steve muttered, earning hey from his Ma.

“Gwandma, ‘m gonna be in kindew’gawten when I turn fouw. Mama said she’s buy me new spide’man bagpack… and a wunch bag…”

“My love’s gonna be a big boy, I’m so happy Mal. I’m so proud of you.” Sarah was going gaga over her grandson, barely containing the happy tears.

“Y’now gwandma, I can wwite my name too.”

“Oh wow! That’s wonderful! Your teacher taught you how to write your name?”

“Nope! Mama did.” Malcolm said, now bouncing on Steve’s lap.

“Oh hun, your mama is the best.”

“Daddy’s too.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love and adoration for his son, “How about we get ready for the bed, bubba?” he ruffled his hair lightly.

Malcolm shook his head, “Not tired, daddy.”

“Okay, five more minutes buddy. I’m so tired.” Steve faked a yawn. “Grandma’s tired too. We’re gonna go, get some sleep.”

“… but I wana talk to Gwandma.” Malcolm pouted.

“You can talk to her in the morning.”

“But daddy…” Malcolm looked at him with those eyes of his and Steve found his resolve shaking.

“Okay bubba.” He kissed him on the forehead and got up to put away the dinner dishes in the sink. While he rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, Malcolm kept exchanging stories with Sarah, who was telling him Steve’s childhood stories and happily answering Malcolm’s questions. Half an hour had passed and when Malcolm was completely satisfied that Sarah would be there on his birthday with her baked delights, he finally let Steve help him with changing clothes and brushing his teeth.

“I wove Gwandma.” Malcolm said, snuggling into Steve’s chest as they lay down on Malcolm’s bed. Steve gently rubbed his back.

“I love her too.” Steve smiled.

It took Steve another forty-five minutes to finally put him to sleep. He stayed there with Malcolm still lying on his chest, checking his phone for any text from Y/n. It was unusual for her not to check in on Malcolm. Steve shook the thoughts away, trying to keep his focus on making his son’s birthday memorable for him. He gently moved himself away from Malcolm, placing pillows on the side of bed. As he got up and stretched, checking his phone again he walked to his bedroom which was adjacent to Malcolm’s room and changed into his old college sweatshirt and gym shorts, he took his laptop and came downstairs in the living room to work on some finance reports. Before getting comfy on the couch, he turned off the all the lights except for the floor lamp in the corner of the room. He peaked out from the windows before closing off the shutters, it was raining so hard that for a moment his hand involuntarily reached into his pocket for his phone, to dial Y/n’s number and ask if she was okay, but he rejected the thought immediately.

He came to sit on the couch and started working on the file while also taking a sip of his beer, totally indulging himself in work. A loud knock on the door startled him, with a frown he checked the time on his phone, it was quarter after 9. He wasn’t expecting to see Y/n all soaked in rain, shivering fervently as she had her arms wrapped around herself to keep herself from shaking. Her face flushed, red swollen eyes and tears were mixed with rain drops.

“Shit! Y/n!” Steve opened the door wide for her. But as she took a shaky step inside, her feet gave away her weight and before she'd land on the floor on her face, she felt herself in a warm embrace, protected by two strong arms on either side of her.

“St-e-e- Steve…” A sob escaped her lips, barely audible.

“Y/n? what happened?”

“You’re scaring me, sweetheart.”

“Did he do something?”

“That son of a bitch!”

“Please tell me.”

“You’re safe. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Please Y/n! I’ve got you. I swear I will make him regret everything.”

Steve was trying to calm her down, but it was as if whatever he was saying had fallen on deaf ears. She was still vehemently sobbing in his chest, her weeping caused her whole body to shake, and Steve tightened his arms around her still damp form. Another few minutes had passed, Steve tried to get her to talk but when she still didn’t stop crying, Steve gathered her up in bridal style and climbed up the stairs towards his ensuite bathroom. Gently making her sit on the edge of the bathtub, he looked at her face and his heart clenched.

“Y/n, I’m drawing a hot bath for you. I need you to strip down your wet clothes.” His voice was gentle, full of love and Y/n looked up to see him with tears still brimming in her eyes. She nodded and took Steve’s hand that he was holding out for her. When he was sure that Y/n held herself firmly on her feet, he moved to run the hot water in the tub, putting a lime, cedar wood and lavender bath bomb in the tub he turned around to see her undressing herself. He averted his longing gaze down on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“I’ll give you some time to relax.” He told her, his back still towards her, “I’ll be right outside.”

“Please don’t leave…” He heard her hoarse voice.

“Y/n…” He softly said, trying to find suitable words that wouldn’t make them awkward around each other.

“Please Steve…” The slight tremor in her voice made him turn around to see her standing in front of him completely naked. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming her beautiful body that had gone through changes in a prepossessing way. She was more alluring now. As his eyes finally investigated her red puffy ones, he started working on his clothes. He felt her widened gaze on his naked tattooed chest as he stripped down to complete bareness. He lifted his right foot to move to sit in a tub, now filled with hot water, he held his hand out for her which she took immediately. He settled in hot water, letting her sit between his legs. She was still cold; her skin was still cold enough to send a shiver through him. Her back was against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, letting the hot water relax her a bit.

“I’m here for you, you know that right? Whenever you’re ready… I’ll be here… I love you… so so much.”

She didn’t know if it was his sweet whispering in her ear, or the skin to skin that had calmed her nerves but sitting in hot water wrapped protectively in the arms of the man she had always loved with all her being, it was a revelation that how a simple touch of this man had made her feel guarded. His love had preserved her in so many ways that she could fathom. She finally let her eyes close, leaning her head on Steve’s shoulder. They sat there until the water started to get cold and he got them both up, dried them with a towel and as he handed one of his sweatshirts and sweat pant to her to put on, she whispered in a timid voice.

“She’s back.”

She didn’t like how her mother’s presence had affected her, turned her into an old version of herself, the version she had come to despise. She wasn’t frail anymore, she was self – made, independent woman and a mother, there was no way she could be feeble and enervated. She didn’t like how scared she was when she saw her. She hated the fact that she didn’t call her out when she was manipulating her using her old tactics.

“Pardon me?” Steve pulled up his gym shorts again, now fully focused on her.

“I said my mother is here… in Boston. She came to warn me.” Y/n straightened up, looking into his eyes holding a fieriness in her gaze.

“Wait? What does that mean?” Steve frowned taking a step toward her.

“Apparently, she is on a mission… mission take-you-back-to-New York….” She spat.

“Y/n… What’re you sayin’, I don’t understand.” Steve was clearly confused. Y/n heaved a deep sigh and walked out the bathroom, Steve following her.

“Mind if I join you guys?” A feminine voice Y/n would recognise anywhere, a voice that had been the reason of her nightmares.

“Hello Eleanor!” Andy rose from his seat, shaking Eleanor’s hand. “Y/n, this is Eleanor, she’s...”

Oh boy, she didn’t listen what Andy was saying. She was glued in her seat unable to move and too scared to turn around and see her mother. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through her body matching the rhythm of her escalated panic. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her body.

Her blood ran cold when Eleanor put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Aren’t you going to hug me, honey?”

When Y/n hadn’t budged, Eleanor came forward and gave her a hug. Andy didn’t miss the way Y/n flinched from her mother’s touch. Seeing her pale face, Andy tried to excuse them away, but Eleanor was brisk to ask Andy if he could leave ‘mother- daughter’ alone to catch up. Begrudgingly, Andy had left them but deep down he wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision, especially Y/n’s response after seeing Eleanor had him second guess her presence.

“I’m not here for small talk, Y/n. I don’t have time for that.” Eleanor said as they sat on a bar stool. They’d moved from the previous spot where Andy and Y/n had been sitting. Eleanor ordered herself a vodka soda.

“You’ve held Steve here by making him believe that he’s the father of your god damn child. How utterly delusional of you, Y/n!”

Even in her shell-shocked state, she registered what her mother had said, and her blood boiled with anger. But it didn’t last long. It changed into fear.

“Everything was perfect before Steve decided to stay in Boston because he found his one lost love and oh, that too with a package. What do you think Y/n? I wouldn’t find out. You’ve been doing just fine even before Steve then why’d you feel the need to ruin your sister’s life. Steve and Peggy were supposed to get married this summer…” She took a sip from her drink and continued, “… they were so happy, Steve had forgotten that you existed, and look what you did? You hijacked their happiness…”

Y/n eyes were filled with tears at her mother’s brutality, tears that she didn’t want to shed. She watched her as she told her lies about the last four happy years that Steve had spent with Peggy. She knew they were nothing but fabrications. She would never comprehend how would a mother so incapable of being kind towards her own child. Guess, she’d never had an answer to that because Eleanor really was incapacitated to basic human decency, let alone kindness or any other human emotion.

“….. but I’m here now, I’m going to fix this mess and things will go back to normal. Oh honey, what’re you gonna do without me.” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Steve will come back to New York; he will fix his relationship with Peggy, and they’ll get married soon after. And this time if you try to mess things up Y/n, I swear I will make you regret. You need to get over a fact that Steve and you were a thing once upon a time, no one would be interested to know that you were his high school sweetheart. All they’d get to know that you had whored yourself to him that resulted in a pregnancy, and now you are blackmailing him with your child. People will only believe what I’d make them see, they won’t ask for your side of the story. Trust me Y/n, you’re nobody, with Steve’s eminent profile, you’d be known as just another woman who’d warmed his bed.”

Y/n gulped hard. The bile she tried to swallow and failed. She knew her mother was a corrupt woman. She also knew she wasn’t just threatening, she was able to do what she was saying and it could be nothing but worse. For a moment she thought if she really was no body, if she really was just another woman… but no, time had always proven her thoughts wrong. Whenever she thought that she was any less, she’d been given the best gifts of life. She had had Malcolm when she was at the lowest point in her life and her little ray of hope had been nothing but a blessing for her in so many ways. She wiped her tears and stood up gathering her purse.

“If you’re done with your bullshit, I need to go back home to my son… where he’s been taken care off by his father.” She said with newly found courage.

“I see, you’ve got tongue in that mouth of yours.” Eleanor spat. “But you’re still forgetting who’s in charge…”

“In charge of what? My life? Or my son’s life? Oh, do you mean Steve’s life?”

“Okay, listen to me you brat…” Eleanor stood up, clutching Y/n’s forearm in her painfully tight grip, “You will send Steve back to New York, because apparently he’s still under some kind of spell, or else I will make your life a living hell and your little son will be just a collateral damage… and you will have no one to blame but yourself.”

Eleanor left Y/n with a feeling of dread, panic, anxiety, and terror. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her chest. Her limbs turned to jelly, knees buckling beneath her, as fear coursed through her veins, weakening her resolve with every passing second. Everything after that was in a mist, she couldn’t remember how her legs had carried her to Steve’s house.

Y/n sat on the edge of Steve’s king-sized bed, with her hands in her lap – fiddling. Steve was pacing the length of his room, in utter frustration.

“Fucking bitch!” he muttered under his breath.

He came to sit beside Y/n when he heard a silent whimper. “Hey, look at me sweetheart… please.” He softly took a hold of her hand and turned her to face him.

“She’s lying… don’t… please…” He didn’t know what to say to her as if he was unable to form sentences. He pulled her closer, rubbing her back in slow motion.

“I’m not worried about what she said about me… my only concern is Mal.” she said in a low voice, looking sadly into Steve’s eyes. “She won’t hesitate in dragging him in the middle of our mess.”

“This is my mess. I dragged you and Mal into this and I’m so sorry for that.” Steve gulped hard. “But I promise you I won’t let anything happen to you and Mal. I promise you, Y/n.”

“Steve… may be… maybe you should g- “

“Please don’t finish the sentence. Please don’t!” Steve pleaded. He knew what she was about to ask him to do. “Please don’t ask me to leave. Please.” His bottom lip trembled as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. “I’d leave, if that’s what you’d want from me I’d do it but… please Y/n, I don’t want to leave you and Mal… I can’t live without you guys… especially Mal, I won’t be able to survive Y/n… please.” He begged, breaking her heart more. She gently cupped his cheek, “Steve… Mal, I just want to protect him.”

“I know – I know, sweetheart. Just give me this one chance… to make it right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to happen. I-I didn’t know Eleanor would come down here… this is still a game for her… I’m sorry, it’s all because of me. If I wasn’t so blind… if I hadn’t agreed to go through with the engage – oh god! I’m such a disappointment… Ma and Buck told me, they warned me that all my decisions would come back and bite me in the ass and they were right, I just didn’t see it. Damn it! How could I be so careless, so dumb that I put my two most precious things in danger. Fuck!”

“Steve, now is not the time to blame yourself….” She wiped the few tears away from his cheeks. He’d been carrying this burden of guilt for way too long now, and it made her concerned for his well- being as well.

“Y/n, just let me handle all of this. I swear I will not let anything bad happen to our son. I promise you I will make everything okay for all of us. Please, trust me, I will.” His voice was laced with conviction.

“I trust you Stevie, it’s just my mother… I know what she is capable of…” she mumbled the latter part, earning a confused frown from Steve. “… I’m just scared of what she could do…” Her dad’s words kept ringing in her ears ever since she had come back from the dinner.

“Y/n…” Steve let out a sigh, “You’re very important to me and nothing will ever change that. I know this is tough, but you’re tougher than that. You’re not alone – I’m always here for you. And I will go hell and back to make sure that you and Malcolm are safe and happy.” He gently held her hand that was still on his cheek bringing it to his lips. He placed several feather light kisses on the palm of her hand.

“You will have me by your side Steve – let’s face whatever has yet to come together.” She whispered; Steve nodded with a sad smile. She leaned in and placed her forehead on his. Taking comfort in each other’s warmth, they stayed like that for several minutes.

“I’m sorry… for asking you to go back. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/n whispered, pulling away from him.

“Sshh! It’s okay. How about you get some rest, and we’ll think about everything else in the morning.”

Y/n nodded, lightly pressing her throbbing temples. She leaned into Steve again, placing her head on his shoulder. He moved to grab a bottle of Tylenol from his nightstand and handed her a tablet with a glass of water. With no protest she swallowed the red-film tablet and sighed.

“Do you wana have something to eat? I can make you some eggs.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You need a good rest.” Steve gently laid her down on his bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He climbed down beside her and pulled her closer to him.

“Start your rest Y/n. I promise you; everything will be alright.” He whispered, gently brushing his fingers in her hair. A soothing technique he knew would put her to sleep. It might be Steve’s rhythmic heartbeat, or she was just mentally and physically drained that she let sleep take over her sooner than she’d thought.

Steve remained restless throughout the night. His brain was again in overdrive, thinking through every aspect of Eleanor’s threat, ways he could protect Malcolm and Y/n not just from any harm but also from the media’s gaslighting. He knew that much that Eleanor’s go-to tactic was tampering with the private information and selling it to media. She had a habit of sensationalizing their personal lives. He looked down to see a sleeping Y/n, softly kissing her on forehead he picked his phone up from the nightstand and started typing a message. He quickly sent it to the recipient and slowly moved away trying his best not to wake Y/n up. She stirred a bit murmuring Steve but fell back to sleep when he kissed her forehead again. His phone started vibrating in his shorts pocket and without checking the ID he answered the incoming call.

“Nat, I need your help.” he said in a hushed voice as he left the bedroom and came down the stairs to take his usual spot on the living room couch.

“Wassup?! You knock someone up?” Natasha’s tone was full of humor.

“Nat, I need a favor! I can’t explain it on the phone. Would you please come down to Boston? I need to see you in person.” By Steve’s pleading tone, Nat immediately knew it was a serious matter. She had never heard him talk like that. She had known him for last four years and in all those years they’d had interactions, Steve was sharp, straightforward and an arrogant jerk, but it didn’t take her long to dig him through all the layers he had masked on for the world and to her surprise, he was the kindest person she had ever met in her entire career as a corporate lawyer for Stark Industries.

“You damn well know that I’m on my honeymoon, right?” Nat joked, “Don’t tell me you did knock her up? What was her name? Vivian? Kate?”

“This is serious Nat, this is Y/n and Malcolm. Please.” He said in an irritated voice.

“Oops!! What’s going on Steve?” she asked in her business tone.

Steve told Natasha what Y/n had told him and how they both were worried for their son. “What should I do, Nat? where should I start?” he sighed.

“How about you start with getting some sleep and I’ll work on the stuff I need to prepare. Give me two days max…” she said checking on her calendar, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, I need to get some facts checked before that. Sounds good?”

“Nat, two days… can you please make it quick?”

“Rogers! You need to relax. I know you’re worried but I can’t officially start before Monday.”

“Yeah! I know – I know… I’m sorry I’m pulling you out from your honeymoon.”

“Nope! you’re not! We’re coming back tomorrow afternoon and I’m back in office the day after, which is also happened to be Monday.”

“Thanks Nat. I really appre-“

“Ah uh! Thank me later, Rogers. I haven’t done anything yet. Just take it easy, okay. Try to have a normal, chilling Sunday with your family. Eleanor is my problem now.”

“I will try…”

“Oh, why are you so dramatic? I wonder how Y/n had been keeping up with you for this long?”

“I got lucky…” Steve rolled his eyes, finally relaxing a bit.

“Yeah, you did! BTW I’d love to see her hot boyfriend. I’ve heard good things about him.” she teased.

“Thanks for the help, Nat. bye.”

“I can smell jealousy. Oh boy, it looks good on you.” she laughed.

“Say hi to Bruce. I’ll see you on Tuesday Nat.”

“Sure, you will. Bye Steve…. And oh, go cuddle up with her while she’s there.” Steve smiled lightly at Nat’s friendly jabs lighten up his mood. She was one of the people he made friends with when he first started at Stark Industries. She’d been with the company long before he joined, technically his senior but they were almost the same age. She was adept, highly skilled, clever, and a driven lawyer. She had had a successful career. But what made Steve open to her was her quick-witted, caring, and passionate nature. He needed a friend after what had happened with Y/n and Nat became his confidant and friend as well as his lawyer.

He walked back up to his room and seeing Y/n curled up into his bed, hogging his pillow, a sudden wave of warmth spread into his whole being, made him smile softly. He quickly snuck into Malcolm’s room to check on him and came back to his bed, snuggling up with Y/n, he breathed into her scent as he closed his eyes and wait for the much needed slumber.

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0prettygirl-jay0 · 10 months

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context: you and bakugo katsuki have been broken up for only a whole month, because he cant have any distractions while becoming number one, but bakugo katsuki just cant get enough of you.

tw: smut, degradation, nicknames, penetration, fingering.

bakugo katsuki is aged up. 18 or 19.

bakugo is older now and more mature so obviously he wont be all boom boom boom🎇

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Y/n was in the U.A kitchen, it was about 10 o’clock when she started preparing dinner. Today was her day to make dinner, for the class. Everyone was either training or studying, so it was rather quiet in the U.A dorms. There was a pot of curry boiling on the stove as Y/n was cutting the carrots to go in the curry, she was also humming the lyrics to her favorite song as she tried hard not to cut herself with the knife. The day before, Y/n had hung out with izuku midoriya, her best friend simce childhood, and didnt come back until late. Now the two of them were simply just friends, and Y/n had gone to the mall with him to pick out a one year anniversary gift for his girlfriend uraraka ochaco. Bakugo was a super possessive individual, broken up or not, you were always his. That night when you came back from hanging out with midoriya, your ex, bakugo katsuki just so happened to in the kitchen grabbing a drink after his training session. Bakugo smirked to himself as the thought of midoriya taking you away from him was a thought worth laughing at. you were his, bakugo would make sure you knew that.

~Y/n’s pov~

“you go out with that idiot yesterday, hmm?” I stopped my action of cutting carrots for the curry i was making, I didnt even have to turn around to know that it was my ex, bakugo katsuki. i knew by his gruff voice, it always gave my stomach butterflies, just the way he carried himself, all the confidence. I looked over my shoulder and saw the blonde leaning against the kitchen counter a few inches away from me, no shirt, gold chain and gray sweatpants. The smell of his cologne was such a turn on, like how could a man smell that fucking good.

“yeah, what about it bakugo?” I said, with a hint of sarcasm in my voice as i tried to be annoyed by bakugo’s presence. The two of them were over so why the fuck did he care whether she hang out with midoriya or not, i thought. I grabbed the cutting board and scraped the knife against it letting all the carrots fall into the curry, going over to the sink to wash my hands and start the rice. Bakugo’s eyes looked me up and down and he scratched the side of his face gently…guess i wore this silky white night dress for good reason.

“Y’know i dont fuck with him mama…What’d you do with him anyway, hmm?” Bakugo said with his soft gruff voice as he walked over to me, while i was leaning against the sink. Bakugo put his big veiny hands to grope my hips as he moved his head to smell the perfume that radiated off my body. “ ‘M missed you mama, i know i said a bunch of bullshit, y’know i need you, deku cant treat you like i do, think i needa remind you who you belong too...” bakugo whispered into my neck.

i didnt know what to feel at the moment, anger or happiness that he wanted me back, Obviously i want my man back, but the things he said that night when we broke up, left me thinking about it for days. as I felt bakugo’s lean body against mines, my legs almost buckled and my mind just couldnt think straight. The need that I have to be with him, to have him all over me, but he was a asshole for saying all the shit and now he wants to have me back. “Bakugo…y’know were over, remember? god, your such a dick.” I tried to be stern with the blonde and be angry with him for being such a dickface this whole month. I missed him so much not just sexually but mentally and physically. i hate him so much. my hands entangled themselves in bakugos soft blonde hair and rubbed his scalp gently. Bakugo was putting all his weight against me as his hand slowly made its way up to my neck, choking me a bit as the other held my hip, bakugo them was pressing little wet kisses against my jugular.

“C’mon ma, y’know i still love you, this past month all i could do was think about you, you think about me too dont ya’?” katsuki said in his gruff voice as he moved his big hands from my throat to take my chin in his hand to make me look at him. “c’mon mama say it…say how bad you miss me. you’ll always be mine even if you dont miss me back, and that pretty little pussy of yours will always be mines too, aint no one could change that, not even stupid deku. you think he can please you with that little dick of his ma, hmm?” my breathe hitched as i heard katsuki talk like this. i know that katsuki loves me, obsessed over me even, but i knew that he loved my pussy more. teasing katsuki like this was just a sight to see, the smell of his colgne when he was this close to me, the feeling of his hand gripping my hip and kneeding it in his large hand, his voice. All of it was turning me on. i needed him, Bad.

fuck this. i need him.

I shook my head no, as i pouted a bit at bakugo. “He could never, katsuki…He could never please me like you can.” I said softly to katsuki as i felt him bend me over the sink. katsuki’s large hand pulled one of my legs to lay up on the counter as he moved my silky white night dress up. the sink was cold against my skin and the only thing i could hold myself up on was the faucet. when i looked back at katsuki i could see the possessiveness in his eyes and the little smirk on his face.

“Let me show you, mama….Let me remind you that this pretty little wet pussy is mine.” as bakugo positioned me in the way that he wanted, he went to kneel before me and that was the last thing i saw. kissing down my back, moving my lacy black panties to the side, slapping my ass, and licking one straight line in between my pussy lips was all i could feel.

~3rd pov~

bakugo began devouring his ex like his last meal that he would ask for if he were on death row, Sucking lightly on her clit. Y/n was in pure blissfulness at the feeling of his hot wet tongue licking her up and down, with her legs buckling, and thighs wanting to close in, she missed this for sure. Drool and Y/n’s wetness were dripping down bakugo’s chin and onto the kitchen floor, as he held onto Y/n’s thighs, making his knuckles turn white. Then he suddenly stopped.

“Suck them for me, your too loud, princess.” Bakugo said calmly and out of breath as he motioned for Y/n to suck his middle and ring finger. Y/n gladly took in his two fingers and swirled her tongue around the tip of them, as if she was sucking bakugo’s dick. She heard her man groan as he pressed against her lower half again with his dick now half hard. Bakugo pushed his fingers down further in Y/n’s mouth almost making her gag.

“Such a good little slut for me arent ya, Y/n.” Bakugo bit onto his lip as he watched his girl suck on his thick fingers. Then he pulled them out and went to kneel before Y/n again. This time Y/n decided to bite onto her lip so she could be good for bakugo, it was harder to keep quiet then she thought. Bakugo made of mess of Y/n’s pussy again and turned it into a ocean, flicking his tongue over her clit and adding one of his thick wet finger into her pussy.

Hearing Y/n moan so loud from just one finger, it made bakugo smirk. “shhh..shh…shh…stop making so much noise ma, unless you wanna get caught. is that what you want? for stupid deku to come in here and watch you get fucked stupid?” Bakugo said loud enough for Y/n to hear. “fuck…so fucking tight and wet for me arent you?” Bakugo started moving his thick finger around to try and get Y/n to lossen up as he flicked Y/n’s clit. “Tell me how much you’ve missed this, mama.” he said, not taking his tongue from flicking Y/n’s clit and not stopping the movement of his finger. “Tell me, pretty girl.” Bakugo whispered.

“mmmfuck, ive missed you so fucking much katsu. no one can fucking see me like this except you…~” Y/n said in a frenzy as the pleasure was getting to much for her to take, soon the tightness would flow and she would cum all over bakugo’s face.

Bakugo slapped Y/n’s ass as he spoke with a growl. keeping the movement with his finger as he added his ring finger in her wet hole. Looking at Y/n with soft, half lidded, lust filled eyes. “Thats right princess, only i can make you feel like this, only i can see you feeling this good. No one can please you like i can mama.” Growling into Y/n’s pussy as he continued licking her clit and licking up her wetness. “Fuck…mama….taste so fucking good…” As bakugo said that, with that gruff voice of his. Y/n let loose and came all over bakugo’s face. “good fucking girl…my good slut hmm?” bakugo growled as he fingered his girl, through the high and licked it all up. After he felt that Y/n stopped shaking and whimpering, he took his fingers out of her and put them in her mouth for her to taste.

“mhmm, taste delicious dont it, mama?…you make me go fucking crazy y’know that…i need you…not just for my sick fucking pleasure but mentally and physically i cant be without you princess.” bakugo said to Y/n as he kissed up and down her neck, leaving hickies and love bites in their wake. then he took his finger out of her mouth and picked her up.

“c’mere, lemme have you...” bakugo said gruffly walked to hold her up against the wall, with Y/n’s legs around his waist and her arms encasing him in her embrace. Y/n had not one thought behind her eyes, just the need and want for her man. “fuck me…please katsu….need you…” Y/n teased as she kissed up and down bakugo’s neck with heavy kisses and giving him huge hickies. bakugo and Y/n groaned out at the same time as bakugo grinded against her with his now fully hard cock that was standing up in his sweatpants.

“how bad do you want it, ma?” bakugo said with a smirk and a teasing little tone. he held Y/n up with one hand on her hip as he moved his other hand to take his cock out, the happy trail of brown hair leading down to the prettiest dick anyones ever seen. pinkish angry red tip, with green veins leading down to his balls. bakugo could feel Y/n’s thighs clench around his slutty waist.

“y’know i want you just as bad as you need me, please katsuki, give it to me. dont you see how bad my pussy needs you….” Y/n said with a sultry voice as she tried to get bakugo to stop fucking around and just fuck her stupid already.

bakugo smirked at Y/n as he looked down to see Y/n spreading her pussy lips for him. then he slammed his cock into her, with how wet she already was it was smooth entry but that doesnt mean it didnt hurt, Y/n let out a loud moan as she felt bakugo slam up into her pussy. “you’re such a naughty girl aren’t you, mama?” bakugo stiffened as all of his cock sat snug in her, he let out a little whimper as he could almost cum so hard from how tight she was. bakugo gripping on her tits and kneeding them in his one hand as the other held Y/n up “fuck…i love this little pussy so much baby, deku could never right?”

y/n continuedly shook her head no as bakugo pulled all the way out and kept slamming all the way back in repeatedly.

~katsuki bakugo’s pov~

bakugo was in love with this woman, the noises she could make, the words she would tell me. fuck…this woman’s gonna make me come. “mama…i love you…fuck ma..” i could tell she couldnt think any more, not even responding to me anymore. fucking slut, clenching on my dick like this, grazing her nails against my back, moaning like a fucking whore for me. the sound of their skin slapping was almost as loud as Y/n moaning out my name.

~3rd pov~

bakugo held onto y/n as he carried them both through their high, as bakugo came, he pulled out and spilled against her stomach and her chest. bakugo groaned against Y/n’s neck and then he fingered Y/n through her high while kissing her lips.

“y’know i love you mama, y’know i never meant what i said to you that night….i could never live without you dumbass.” bakugo said softly to Y/n as he held her naked body in his arms. bakugo’s hand grabbed her chin to make her look at him.

Y/n was just in a daze, and couldn’t think straight. “i know…you’re still a ass face though…” Y/n laughed a bit as she tried to steady her breathing.

~Y/n’s pov~

“not gonna say you love me back?” bakugo said gruffly to his exhausted ex as he helped her get dressed again.

“katsuki, what are we, hm? that night you said you didnt need me, that i was just a little fleshlight for you. now you come just cause i was hanging out with midoriya and act like we’re still together and be possessive and all that. what the fuck are you thinking?”

“mama, dont be like that…i say a lot of shit i dont mean, you and me both know that. i was angry and y’know i wanna be number one. even though i wanna be number one, y’know i would destroy the world for you mama. i fucked up, i know that. you’ll always be mine, and i’ll always be yours, come back to me mama, dont punish me like this.” bakugo said to Y/n as he sat her up on the counter so she could reach his height.

“you know i love you too, but i need to think.” Y/n said to her ex as she left him to think.

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i keep putting my name in Y/n’s place 🤡

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Instead of reading my 37 open tabs I thought I would share a short fic with you. So NSFW. M/F and implied M/F/M Anthony / Kieran / Charlotte work of fiction untrue etc etc

In case you don’t follow her Instagram here is Charlotte. You know what the other two look like by now. Also this is about porn. Not spelling. Although I did go back and fix a few bits which messed with the formatting a touch. Just look at Charlotte! It’s fine!

“Who’s that?” Cole obnoxiously crunches a peppermint right in Anthony’s ear. It makes his breath almost spicy as it blows past Anthony’s nose.

“Get off.” Anthony shrugs his shoulder but it only half dislodges Cole from his determined perch with his chin on Anthony. “It’s from Kieran.” He finally says when Cole gets bored of waiting to be answered and starts to poke him in the side. “You have bony fingers.”

“I don’t get nagging messages from my Captain. What did you do wrong? Cole looks down; “want a mint?”

“I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life.” Anthony says in his best attempt at a posh voice to make Cole laugh. “And Jamaal’s the club captain,” Anthony tells him, eyes on the text: C has a message for you. Check your emails after training. “But yeah. Gimmie one.”

They are incredibly hot and just about make his eyes water, Cole makes fun of him the whole session.

Anthony doesn’t think about Kieran’s message. He’s helped by the training and the media duties and catching up with people he normally plays against. When he closes the door to his room the text slides into the front of his mind finally taking centre stage.

He checks the door is locked, then checks again just in case, then he feels like an idiot and opens his emails leaning against the door.

There is spam and England team messages and seeing them sends a burn of excitement through him still, and four down: char-t123 has shared a movie with you.

Anthony checks the lock again and walks over to the bed, then for good measure pulls the curtains closed like anyone could see in on the this floor.

He texts “be there in 20.” So E and Cole don’t bother him, mutes alerts and kicks his shoes off as he climbs on the bed.

The screen is a still shot of someone’s back in a dimly lit room while the movie downloads, and then it starts. It’s five minutes and thirty seconds long. When it begins a man’s voice picks half way through a sentence “…here gorgeous.”

The person in front of the camera, probably a phone Anthony thinks, eyes intent on the screen walks forward. It’s a she, in a black and white Newcastle strip with Gordon and number 10 on the back.

All the blood from his brain to his fingertips goes straight to Anthony’s cock. The woman has red hair and the shirt must be a kids size or cut off because it’s sitting above her naked backside. It’s a great backside, and Anthony knows it from memory and touch.

Her ass sways as she walks forward. She pauses for a moment and moves to the side. The angle of the phone shows someone laying on the bed, leg’s bent at the knee and he’s stroking his cock. His face isn’t visible.

Anthony scrambles his clothes off, eyes fixed on his phone, he’s not going to wank off on the three lions on his first day at St George’s.

The woman puts her hands up to pulls her her hair out of the way, to show off his name and the line of her neck and she lets her hair tumble out of her fingers.

It brushes the O and R of his name. Her movement pulls the shirt higher up and her ass is sort of glistening, she teases taking the shirt off, inching it up her side, turning her hip to the camera showing off the curve of her stomach, but with her chin tilted up so her face can’t be seen.

It’s dragged up her side slow, showing the bottom of her breast and the silky looking white skin of her side. Anthony sucks his lips in, bitting them closed, breathing harder through his nose, jerking himself off hard. He spits down on his fingers to make the glide of his hand smoother.

“Leave it on.” The man on the bed says and the red haired woman drops the shirt down. Anthony isn’t sure if it’s his hand in his cock or the other man’s making the slick dirty sounds but he wonders for a moment if he can turn the sound up but decides against it. There are a couple of rooms past his on this floor.

The woman puts one knee on the bed, her red hair hitting the top of her shoulders, and Anthony chokes down a moan, one knee on the bed and her wet pussy with a few brown curls is showing, slick and ready for someone’s mouth or cock, but it also shows off the green jewel from the plug in her ass.

Anthony can feel his mouth drop open as she crawls slowly up the bed, legs spread to show how wet and ready she is.

The other man shuffles down the bed a little and Anthony can see his cock where it slides into the redhead’s pussy. There is the wet soft sound of them kissing. Then she sits up a little to rock back and forward slowly. One of the man’s hands, with a hint of tattoos at the wrist, reaches around to tug the plug slowly out of her ass. When he pushes it back in Anthony’s number twists on her as she arches her back, sending her hair tumbling around his name as she moans low and dirty.

“You need someone else here to fill you up.” The man says and she agrees high and breathy, still shifting backwards and forwards as the plug is worked on and out of her ass slowly.

The video ends and Anthony scrolls back to her crawling in the bed, his name picked out in red, her wet cunt and the shiny lube on her bum where the plug has been worked into her.

He watches her walk in her knees to the waiting man two more times before he’s coming over his fist and gasping in the empty room.

“Fuuuuuck.” Anthony lays back for a minute quickly checking the time and stumbling off to wash his hands.

In the elevator to meet for dinner he sends a message back to Kieran. “I’ll thank C in person.” He wants to send an emoji of a tongue but he can’t guarantee Cole won’t snoop on his phone again. He has no luck putting the video out of his mind at dinner. But it’s all right if he’s quiet he’s the new guy here.

#fic

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