#but like. couldn't put my hair up today so i just let it loose again even though i planned to put it up slightly bc of work. struggled with
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𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍
Prompt: "Only God knows why"
Summary: Big Daddy just wants to try exploring new erotic themes with his sweet dolly but it involves a firearm, though she is wary she puts her faith in Elvis and God.
Pairing: bd!elvis x afab!reader
Word count: 13k
Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, excessive smut, 18+!, gun play, sorta naive reader, manipulative tactics!?, mentions of religion, age gap (isn’t directly stated), certain themes can be disturbing/dark, lots of manhandling, quick mention of Elvis’ health, implied butt stuff f!receiving (only briefly brought to the attention), first time giving oral m!receiving, use of the word daddy, pet names, Elvis at one point calls himself papa bear, might’ve missed a few...
AN: ITS HERE MY LOVELY'S! I know i made y’all wait so so long for this & I just wanna say sorry. Life just decided to get in the way again and took a toll on me but I'm finally back & ready to give you guys this story you so deserve!
Like I mentioned in my previous post this is my literal first attempt of writing something like this and about Elvis, as well as writing about religion. Hope you all enjoy it! I’m no expert so please go easy on me. hehehe (Though I will admit I had this story idea marinating for a quite awhile, let's just say Big Daddy is a handful.)
After wrapping up your usual prayer of gratitude to God for another day of life, something you had started doing since getting with Elvis. You noticed the time on the clock and realized that night was drawing near. Feeling a sense of peace and delight, you closed your eyes, ready to embrace the night and all the possibilities it may bring. You felt grateful for the moment and decided to cherish it. As you opened your eyes, you promised yourself to make the most of the night and enjoy every minute of it.
Getting up from your vanity's desk, striding to the bathroom with some pep in each step, and starting to wind down for the night by getting ready for a relaxing bath. You entered the bath and soaked in the warm water, letting your mind drift as you reflected on the events of the day. You remembered what Elvis mentioned earlier today, that he'd be getting his hands on a new toy for the two of you. You weren't sure what this toy could be at all, but you were excited to find out. You trusted him to surprise you with something delightful, even if it meant not fully understanding it at first. However, as you soaked in the warm water, trying to relax, you just couldn't help but wonder if this new toy would be something intimate and sensual, considering Elvis' comment about it being an "adult" toy. Regardless of your slight inexperience in this area, you felt safe knowing that Elvis would be there with you.
Finally feeling freshened up, you hop out of the bath, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel before heading to the closet. Looking through it, you spotted your new pink babydoll nightie. You couldn't help but beam at yourself, your thoughts going straight to him. Taking it off the hook, you slipped it right on after putting on some simple underwear. You skipped towards the mirror, admiring how the pink satin fabric draped over your curves and how the lace details accentuated your feminine features. You couldn't wait for him to see you in it, knowing he'd be pleased. He always told you how pretty you were in pink and how it brought out the rosy glow in your cheeks. You turned your back to the mirror, looking back at yourself over your shoulder with a playful grin, then blowing a kiss to yourself, feeling like a ditz just at the mere thought of his approval. Catching the time on the clock through the mirror, you gasped, realizing Elvis would probably be on his way right now. You rushed back to the bathroom and applied some light makeup and a little bit of eyeliner, just the way Elvis liked it. Before letting your hair down and brushing it out, your natural loose curls flowing against the midsection of your back. Finishing up and giving yourself one last glance in the bathroom mirror, your hand naturally reaches to touch the cross on your necklace, a comforting habit you've developed over the past months of being with him.
You take a deep breath, and as you are about to walk out of the bathroom, you can hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. You feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you know it's him. You were probably so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even hear his arrival. Composing yourself, you slowly walk out into the bedroom, and there he is, standing with his side to you.
He turns to you, revealing a better view of his tall and broad frame, slightly pudgy but taut at the same time. As you approach him, you observe just how tall he is, towering over you. His big shoulders stretch out the fabric of his shirt, and his pudgy belly that protrudes just barely over his belt. You can't help but feel small in his presence. Shyly meeting his gaze, you notice a twinkle in his eyes through his glasses, and you can't help but wonder why he held both of his hands behind him. His deep, honey-colored voice echoed off the walls.
You felt a sense of security wash over you as you listened to him speak. "There's ma sweet baby 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍."
You practically pounced on him, embracing him in your arms, they hardly reached to hold him all. You nuzzled your face against his hairy chest that was revealed by his open button up, breathing in his distinctive aroma of musk with hints of cigar and his cologne, feeling safe in his embrace. As he held you tightly, you felt like a kitten being cradled in his large and heavy arms. As you pulled away, you gazed into his eyes but everted them due to his intense stare.
"I missed you." you mumbled as you coyly ran your little digits through his chest hair.
He then held your lower back tightly with one of his broad hands and kissed your forehead.
"I missed ya too, ma sweet angel," he replied in his thick, southern drawl.
As he spoke, you could feel the vibrations of his bass voice reverberating through your body, making you shiver. You knew that no matter what happened, his embrace would always be your safe haven. He looked at you with such intensity that it was practically begging you to look away. You could feel the weight of his gaze, as if he were trying to communicate something without saying a word. It was both exhilarating and unnerving, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Eventually, you broke the silence.
"What ya thinking about, bub?" you voiced as you poked at him in a girlish manner.
He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, breaking his intense gaze. You felt relieved but also a little disappointed that you didn't get to uncover the mystery behind those blue eyes. You spotted him looking at you up and down behind his spectacles, and you were overcome with a rush of shyness. You were conscious of how little clothing you were wearing in comparison to him—you were just wearing a pair of underwear underneath your babydoll and were barefoot—as opposed to how fully dressed he was. He kept staring at you, and you could feel your heart pounding and your cheeks flushing. While you were already his, it took some getting used to the impact he had on you. Sometimes he left you almost woozy with the way he handled you. You made an effort to keep his stare in your direction, but soon you had to turn away since the intensity of his gaze became too much to bear. He made a muttering noise and stretched out to firmly grasp your chin to make you look up at him. The coolness of his rings and roughness of his large hand on your warm skin was a dangerous sensation you enjoyed but knew you'd never admit it to him. As he held your gaze, you couldn't help but feel excitement. You wondered what he was thinking as his thumb lightly brushed against your lips, making you shiver with anticipation.
"Yur jus tha prettiest lil’ thing, ya know that sweetness?" in a low tone.
You nodded to him with your doe-eyes, trying your hardest not to break eye contact. While holding his gaze on yours, gauging for your reaction, he let go of your face and slowly lifted your nightie to reveal your undies he stroked his fingers over the waistline, letting his icy rings brush across your belly, giving you goosebumps. His face lit up when he saw your choice of underwear, a simple pair of white cotton undies. You couldn't help but be embarrassed by his attention, but you also wondered what else he was thinking as he looked at you. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but you couldn't deny the little thrill you felt of being so intimately inspected. You felt exposed but also desired, and knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel that way made him even more irresistible.
Letting your nightie drape over you once again, he held out one of his hands. You took it without hesitation, feeling the warmth of his big palm against yours. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck and trailing kisses down to your collarbone that left tingling sensations behind. You closed your eyes, trying your best to hold back any noise that urged to escape.
"C’mon, tiny, give yer ol' man ah lil’ spin," he encouraged whispering into your ear as he leaned back.
You agreed compliantly and did a twirl for him, your nightie flowing up a bit and revealing your clad butt to him, which he whistled at with praise. As you spun around, you couldn't help but feel a rush of giddiness.
He liked seeing you this way, it was like you were his own little doll.
You liked the sense of being entirely in his hands and enjoyed playing, exploring, and being pleased with him. As he continued to admire you, you felt your body responding to his touch, with that fuzzy feeling in your belly and your panties growing slightly damp. You were immediately distracted when you noticed that he still held something behind his back. You wanted him so desperately. The same ache could be seen in his eyes, but you quickly fought the tension that was beginning to grow between your gazes, leaving only want in its wake.
"So, w-what exactly is this new toy you were getting t-today..?" You stuttered out as you wriggled towards the arm behind his back in a kittenish manner, but he was faster than you and withdrew away before you could get a good look.
"Now, darlin’, you go ahead and sit yer lovely self on that bed there and keep those pretty eyes closed f’me, hmm.." was the command he gave in that thick drawl you adored.
With a sneer look on his face, he gestured to the side of the bed, and you realized there was no use in disagreeing with him. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, wondering what he had in store for you.
"Alright, babydoll, now hold out them gorgeous things," he said once you were comfortable on the bed with your eyes shut.
His voice made you shudder, and you extended out your small hands, palms up, as he asked. You could feel something heavy, metallic, and cold being put inside of them, and you couldn't help but want to have a look. You opened your eyes and gasped when you saw a black pistol gleaming in your hands. You were aware that Elvis owned a variety of guns, but since they were lethal weapons, he never brought them near you. You gave him a confused look as you glanced up at him with wide eyes.
"Goddamnit, honey, did I tell ya ta open your eyes?'' He voiced it sternly.
You quickly shut your eyes again, unable to utter a word.
As you sat there in your and Elvis' shared bed with a gun in your hand, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. You had never held a firearm before, let alone a lethal one. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the weight of the gun pulling down on your dainty arms. You knew you had to trust Elvis, even though you were unsure of his intentions. You tried to calm your thoughts, but the fear of the unknown was getting overwhelming.
Suddenly, Elvis broke the silence, seeing the way your hands were starting to slightly shake, and said, "Darlin', now go ahead an open 'em pretty doll eyes f'me."
You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling the rush of adrenaline, and looked up at Elvis. He saw the rushing thoughts in your eyes, making him feel a twinge of guilt but also amusement. He took a few steps back, and it looked like he was admiring the view.
"Would'ya look ah that, mah two stunnin' girls look great together." He gasped as he stared in awe.
The way he referred to you and the gun as his girls sent a shiver down your spine, a strange mix of fear and excitement. You never expected to find yourself in this situation, holding a gun in your trembling hands. But deep down, your assurance in God gave you a glimmer of hope that everything would turn out okay. As Elvis looked at you and the gun, you couldn't help but feel a rush of confused emotions. Elvis was looking at your expression, and he couldn't help but be entertained by your confused state, but then he saw as your expression went from confusion to overwhelm. Your rookie self was sitting there with that cold weapon in your trembling hands, looking at Elvis with knitted eyebrows and a pout. He sensed your emotions were becoming too much for you and quickly moved to ease your distress. With a gentle smile, he reached out and gently took the gun from your trembling hands, placing it safely out of reach on the bed.
"I ain't mean ta startle ya, tiny. I ain't gon hurt cha." He said it softly, soothing your nerves slightly.
You nodded hesitantly, still unsure of what was happening.
"Good," he ushered as he stroked down on your hair, putting a strand behind your ear.
You took a deep breath and tried to process what was happening. So this was the 'new toy' he went to get today—a gun. Elvis was known for his extravagant gifts and gestures, but this was different. He had presented you with a gun, and although he said it was out of reach now, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. You continued to observe him, searching for answers, but he simply leaned in closer.
"I trust ya, baby," he said, his voice low and smooth.
"And I need ya to trust me too." You couldn't deny the allure of his charm, but the fear in your gut was still present. You had no idea what he was implying here.
"El-" you tried to speak before Elvis interrupted you.
"Now before you say anythin' darlin', lemme explain. Last night, ..." he paused, "it's just I had a thought, and, w-well, maybe I was wonderin' if you'd like ta bring that beaut into the bedroom, hmm? What d'ya say?"
You were taken aback by Elvis’ request and unsure of how to respond. Your gut was telling you to be wary, but you also didn't want to offend or disappoint him. Elvis was now taking off his slightly tinted glasses and placing them on the bedside table. Your eyes connected once again with his sense of urgency.
"I understand if ya ain’t comfortable with it," he said softly, his words rolling off his tongue like sweet velvet, "but I jus thought it'd be fun ta try s-somethin' different, somethin' new, together."
You weren't sure why, perhaps it was the brief tingling sensation that still lingered after your body responded to his touch from the events that occurred not so long ago, but there was something about his request that gave you a rouse deep down. Pushing that feeling away almost quickly and coming back to your senses and reality, you wondered how a gun would do any good in a setting of intimacy, which led your thoughts to race once again. Handguns are made for killing, they are no better for anything else, as you thought.
Building up the courage to speak, you expressed, "E-Elvis, I don't really understand, why, why you'd want to involve an item like that i-in our intimate space."
Elvis looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he let out sternly, "Only God knows why, hon', everythin' appears for ah reason, an that is why this idea was sent to me."
You paused for a moment before timidly looking up at the cross that hung on the wall of the bedroom.
"Sweetheart, look, you may not comprehend it right now. That may not appear ta be fair. But God knows what he's doin'." Elvis interrupted your thoughts.
He took your smaller hands in his big ones and gently squeezed them, speaking, "Trust in the Lord with all yur heart, and do not lean on your own understandin', in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight ya paths."
He had just uttered the following words from Proverbs 3:5-6 as he stared into your eyes. It was clear that Elvis was trying to soothe you and help you find peace in your current situation. Giving the cross another glance brought you back to what you had promised yourself at the beginning of the night after prayer, 'to make the most of the night and enjoy every minute of it'. You pondered for a while and thought that certainly this was truly God's notion, and he was leading you to embrace this unexpected and confusing situation as an opportunity for growth and a test of your faith. He was telling you to fulfill that promise right now.
As you looked back at Elvis, you felt a sense of calmness and knew that with him by your side and your faith in God, you could handle whatever came your way. Elvis gave you an encouraging look after observing your train of thought. You took a deep breath and decided to let go of any doubts or worries and instead fulfill Elvis' request by taking a leap of faith. While you knew Elvis wouldn't harm you, you were still a little wary about what role that particular object might play in the night's events. Eyeing the firearm where it now lay on the bed. You felt Elvis' large hand come into contact and rest on your bare shoulder, and your head shot back to his face as he gave you a reassuring smile.
"Don worry, doll," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection.
"I promise it'll all jus’ be like ah playful lil' game."
With a mixture of curiosity and uneasiness, you sluggishly nodded to him, “Okay-y then.”
He then went to remove his heavy blazer, slipping it off and tossing it somewhere on the bed. You flitched a little at the sudden movement but couldn't tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze. The uncertainty in your eyes was replaced by a flicker of fever as he approached, his confident steps inching closer to you. As he stood in front of you, he bent down to meet your gaze as you sat still on the bed. His broad shoulders and tall stature seemed to loom over you, emphasizing how bitty you were in comparison. With a coy smile appearing on your lips, you began to play with a lock of your hair, feeling oh so fragile in his presence. He clutched the back of your head and pulled you in close for a passionate kiss. In your overwhelmed state, your hands fumbled clumsily, unsure of where to go. He pulled back, staring into your eyes, and with a rough motion, reached for your arm, pulling you to stand up from the bed.
You couldn't help but yelp a tiny, "ouch."
His grip still firmly on your arm, he went and sat himself down on the bed. He pulled you into him right away and made you lay on your tummy beside him, he handled you like a ragdoll and pulled you over so your lower body was draped across his lap. Your uncertainty and exhilaration were both palpable as you lay there, consumed by a mix of confusion and excitement. His actions left your mind spinning, unsure of how to react or what he expected from you. You felt his big belt buckle rubbing against your bare thigh, as well as feeling his slightly protruding belly pressing against your upper thigh. In a way, it brought you sensations you didn't understand but liked. You felt his large hand rubbing up and down against your back thigh, going higher and reaching under your nightie to your clad bum as he firmly squeezed it. Feeling your face flush at this, though it wasn't new to you, you still felt shy at his actions. He scrunched the bottom of your nightie, pulling it up and revealing your undies to him.
"My, my, you are jus ah sight for sore eyes, honey." You blushed even deeper as his words sent a shiver down your spine.
His touch, combined with his compliment, made you feel excitement. You couldn't help but squirm slightly under his firm grip. As his fingers traced the edges of your underwear, teasingly exploring the delicate fabric. Suddenly, you felt the coldness of something gliding up your calf. You glanced over your shoulder to see him holding the gun. Your heart raced as a million thoughts ran through your mind. Was he really about to use the gun in such a way? You gulped nervously, unsure of what to expect next. His eyes locked with yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he brought the gun more upward across your leg, grazing the tip softly over your delicate skin. You slightly moved to lift your upper body, feeling overwhelmed by this new situation.
Softly you stammered, "Wait... E-Elvis...". His eyes softened as he looked at your frazzled state.
“I want no harm done ta ma baby doll, hmm, it's only ah little fun," he rasped out.
"Y'know I'll always take care of ya.” he caresses you with one hand while the pistol rests in the other along your thigh.
You start to feel more at ease as he reassures you, and gives you an encouraging look. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts. As you glance down at the pistol resting on your thigh, you look back at him and give him a timid but sweet grin. While keeping an eye on the pistol, your gaze shifts to the cross on the wall in front of you, providing a comforting sense that everything will be alright. He steadily starts to bring the gun more upward, grazing it on your back thighs and in-between them, slowly inching higher until it reaches over your clothed backside.
Despite the unsettling nature of the situation, your mind becomes foggy and your senses dulled. That fuzzy sensation rises as he traces the contours of your back thighs and rear end with the cool touch of the gun, heightening a mixture of nerves and anticipation. He brought his other hand to your hair, grabbing it, making you turn to look at him, and the way he ran the gun across your body left a trail of goosebumps along your precious skin.
In that moment, time seems to stand still as you stare into his eyes, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling within you. You watch as he inches the gun towards your undies, dragging it slowly along the fabric, teasingly close to the sensitive skin underneath. Your breath hitches, your heart pounding in your chest, as you wonder what he has planned next. Every nerve ending in your body is on edge, ready to experience the unknown.
As the gun hovers just above the edge of your undies, you can't help but let out a shaky breath, a silent plea for reassurances. He eyes you as he starts sliding the pistol in between you and the fabric, his gaze filled with both mischief and desire. The cool metal of the gun grazes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His other hand lets go of your hair and brings it to caress the cheek of your face, lightly squeezing it. With one hand gripping the gun and the other now firmly holding your face, he leans back slightly, to admire you. The contrast between his strong, supple thighs and your petite frame as you lay across his lap sends a jolt of anticipation through his body. As you rest against him, you can't help but feel both breathless and eager for what lies ahead. He chuckles softly, enjoying your muzzy state and the way your lips are slightly parted.
"Mah sweet yittle baby is doin' so good f'me." You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
His deep, even-keeled voice sends shivers down your spine as you obediently keep still, not daring to make a sound. The weight of his hand on your face is both comforting and controlling—a reminder of how much you love pleasing him and giving your all to him. As he continues to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, you can't help but surrender further to his control. The intensity of his gaze holds you captive, his eyes piercing into your soul, leaving you feeling displayed and vulnerable. Every word he speaks feels like a command, and you are eager to comply, to show him just how much faith you have in him. He lets go of your face and directs his attention back to your clad bottom, the gun still grazing under the fabric on your buttocks as he inched closer to your dulcet parts.
But then he stops and reaches with his other hand, coming into contact with the waistband, and swiftly pulls them down to your mid thighs, revealing your bare ass, and slowly but firmly starts grazing the gun over it. Every nerve ending in your body is on high alert, acutely aware of your every movement.
Each stroke is calculated, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in its wake. As the gun traces its path along your rear, you can't help but feel a strange mix of pleasure and danger—an intoxicating concoction that leaves you craving for more. You feel a tad bit jittery but stiffen as you feel him bring the pistol along your tailbone and drag lower along the middle of your buttocks, going lower until he reaches that sensitive area between your thighs. Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of your quickened breaths.
He notices your state and coos again, questioning softly this time, "Tiny's doin' such ah good job fer me, ain't she?"
Your cheeks flush deeper with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you nervously nod to him over your shoulder, yearning for his approval.
As he continues to explore the sensitive area between your thighs, you can't help but feel a ripple of pleasure and shock shoot through your body when he presses the cold metal against your heat.
"Oh—mmph," you gasp lowly, your words muffled by the intensity of the moment.
The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before—a tantalizing mix of pleasure and the forbidden. As he continues to tease you with the cold metal, your mind becomes consumed with a dizzying array of thoughts. You find yourself surrendering to the intoxicating pull, losing yourself in the overwhelming sensations that ripple through your body.
Elvis sees this and smirks, his grip on the gun tightens, rubbing it against your sensitive core, as he slowly speaks, "You enjoyin' that doll? See, I knows what's best for ya."
You're too overwhelmed to respond, the mixture of fear and arousal fueling a confusing rollercoaster of emotions within you. He takes a peek and sees how your flesh is pressed against the pistol, he lets out a low chuckle, seeing the slickness of your arousal starting to glisten along the gun.
"Oh, y’dirty lil' girl." he murmurs out in his smooth voice.
The physical sensations and his words, combined with the undeniable evidence of his growing desire against your thigh, heighten your anticipation, leaving you flushed. Your face probably looks like a tomato by now, but all you can do is bite down on your lip from the new sensations you're feeling. Elvis decides to push the boundaries as he brings the pistol back up along the middle of your ass, leaving your throbbing core, but this time he goes in-between your cheeks, catching a view of your small hole. You shift in his lap as you feel the cool air hit it, and your breath hitches in response. The charged atmosphere is heavy as Elvis slowly traces the outline of your anus with the muzzle of the pistol, teasingly applying gentle pressure. Your mind races with panic at the unfamiliar commotion, and you try to slowly crawl further toward the bed and away from his lap. He had never been so close to that area, and the intrusion by gun both jarred and frightened you, you felt it was getting too much for your little self.
"Wha-, no-o, not there!" you shrieked out in a high pitched voice, hoping he would attend to your plea. Elvis smirked, his hold on you loosening.
"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered huskily, his voice appearing playful.
"Is this too much fer mah yittle baby," he said, as he withdrew the gun from your prohibited area.
You relaxed, still feeling the tingling in your belly but also having scattered emotions. He went and placed his heavy hand on the small of your back and leaned down to kiss your bottom before giving it a light slap.
"Y’were so darn good, f'me doll." He cooed out as he gripped your arm roughly, lifting you up from your lying position along his lap.
You stumbled slightly as he pulled you up, your body still feeling weak from the intensity of the moment. As he guided you to your feet, his grip on your arm tightening, you couldn't help but feel a mix of conflicting emotions, excitement, and danger. You balanced yourself, feeling your nightie drape back down, but then heard the slight noise of your undies hitting the carpet under you near your feet, causing a sudden rush of embarrassment to flood over you. You glanced down, and so did he, both of you eyeing the wet stain you had left on them from the actions that had just taken place. Your cheeks flushed crimson, and you quickly looked away, playing with your fingers.
He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of your damp undies. Elvis stood up from the bed and towered in front of you, his presence commanding the room. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as he leaned closer, bringing his larger hand to gently pet your head. He then gripped your head towards him, his voice low and filled with a mix of desire and control.
"Did ya enjoy that, Tiny?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. Your heart raced as you met his intense gaze, unable to speak.
You nodded silently, feeling a wave of anticipation and curiosity wash over you.
His smirk broadened as he noticed your reaction—a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. Slowly, he released his grip on your head and leaned in, kissing your forehead softly. Then he took your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As his enormous hands wandered down your body, the intensity of the moment grew, causing your body to respond eagerly. Your brain goes fuzzy once more, as your nipples harden under your silk pink nightie. As his hands trailed down your smaller frame, his touch felt intense and electrifying. His lips left yours and began to trail a path of kisses along your jawline, down the column of your neck, and to the hollow of your throat.
Your breath quickened, mingling with his as he pressed his body closer to yours, the feeling of his pudgy belly and big buckle adding a comforting weight against you. His desire was evident in the way his large hands gripped your teeny waist. His bulge grazed against your upper abdomen, and a surge of anticipation coursed through your veins, heightening the electricity between you. You felt yourself growing hotter, the slick between your thighs was starting to ooze out even more, causing your legs to clamp together involuntarily. Elvis caught this, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. He leaned in closer, and brought his hand to squeeze your breast over the silk fabric. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly. His fingertips danced over the hardened bud, teasing and caressing, as his other hand trailed down your back, giving your ass a light but firm squeeze. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, as the heat between you became almost unbearable. You could feel his desire pulsating against you, almost matching the rhythm of your racing heartbeat. He then dragged his hand down your body until it met the hem of your nightie, his touch tracing the delicate fabric.
The impatience built within you, as you yearned for him to explore further. His massive hand continued its journey, inching lower and lower, until it reached under and to the center of your innermost desires. With a tender yet possessive grip, he cupped your exposed, sopping core, sending a buzz of electricity through your entire being. He starts softly caressing your sensitivity, carefully switching between light strokes and firmer pressure.
"God, darlin', yur drippin' like honey down there," he whispered huskily in your ear.
The weight of his hand, combined with the coolness of his rings, made it impossible to control the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to consume you. As he continued his intimate touch, you could feel the heat building within you, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through your whole body, making your toes curl and your back arch. Elvis eyed your expression, your scrunched eyebrows, shut eyes, the slight agape of your small mouth, revealing just how lost in the moment you were. He smiled mischievously and pulled his hand away from your heat, leaving you feeling a sudden void that sent a shiver down your spine. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze filled with amusement. The air around you crackled with anticipation as he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing your earlobe.
"How ‘bout we take this lil' nightie off ya, doll?" Your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness as his words sent a rush of tingles down your body.
With a subtle nod, you allowed him to take control, trusting him entirely.
He gestured for you to lift your arms up, and he carefully slipped the delicate fabric over your head, revealing the curves and daintiness of your body beneath. His gaze seemed to appreciate every detail, from the suppleness of your breasts to the gentle curve of your hips. As the nightie hit the ground, you stood facing him, captivating him with your shy yet alluring presence. He brought his hands to your boobs, kneading them, causing a surge of pleasure to ripple through your body.
He admired them in his large hands, "You jus got tha prettiest, perkiest pair ah titties I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered in his drawl.
You blushed deeply, even though he'd always say the same thing every time he saw them.
He leaned down into your breasts and placed gentle kisses along the curve of each one, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled further down, exploring the softness of your stomach and the curves of your waist. You arched your back, allowing him to trail his kisses down your abdomen, leaving a trail of heat on your soft skin. He started lowering himself until he almost got to your heat.
He looked back up at you as he spoke out, "M'gon take ah look at cha doll parts, ok? darlin'." His voice was filled with a mix of lust and tenderness.
With a mumbled "A-Alright", you watched as he positioned himself lower between your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, before you interrupted.
"W-Wait, I don't want you t'get h-hurt on your knees." Elvis having health issues, you couldn't help but worry and didn't want him putting strain on his knees due to his age.
"Don't cha worry ‘bout me, sweetheart. Daddy's takin' good care ah himself." He reassured you with a gentle smile, his hands caressing one of your thighs.
The concern in your eyes lingered, but his words provided some comfort. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your throbbing heat, and a mischievous smirk played on his lips.
"But right now, I think there's sumn else that needs mah attention," he whispered huskily, "M'doll is lookin' so pretty an pink down here."
You felt a rush of heat spread throughout your body as his words sank in.
His touch on your thigh sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't help but feel torn between his desire and your worry for his well-being. However, as his hand moved closer to your throbbing heat, you found yourself giving into his touch, unable to resist the temptation that lay before you. He grazed his fingers against your hot flesh, feeling you shudder under his touch.
As he leaned his face closer to your heat, he mumbled, "So perfect, jus f'me."
He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a slow, tantalizing lick that made your body arch in pleasure. The intensity of the moment washed away any remaining doubts as you surrendered yourself completely to the passion and desire coursing through your veins. A symphony of soft moans filled the air as he continued to explore every inch of your moistness with his skilled tongue. He reached over and forcibly pulled one of your legs over his shoulder while the other remained balancing your posture and allowing him better access to your throbbing core. His hands firmly gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue delved deeper, swirling and flicking with expert precision. He pressed his face closer into your heat, feeling his nose graze your bud, sending electrifying tingles of pleasure throughout your body. The intensity of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, causing your toes to curl up and your breath to hitch in your throat. Every sensation seemed to be intensified, with every touch and movement driving you closer to the edge of bliss. Your itty-bitty fingers found their way into his hair, pulling gently as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure he was providing.
As he continued to devour you with his mouth, his hands roamed your trembling thighs, gripping them firmly as he held you in place. With each flick of his tongue and every gentle nip, the tension within you built, threatening to push you over the edge. You could feel your body arching towards him, desperate for release. The world around you faded into a hazy blur, leaving only its raw intensity.
"Elvis-s...feels s-so good," you managed to gasp, your weak voice barely a whisper.
The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and need. His movements became more fervent, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. You could feel the slight familiar heat pooling between your thighs, your senses heightened as you yielded completely to the pleasure he was giving you. The sounds of your tiny gasps and the lapping of his tongue filled the room, creating a trance of pleasure that echoed in your ears, only pushing you more over the edge. Your body trembled with need, yearning for release, as the intensity of his mouth consumed you. Every nerve-ending tingled with pleasure, the sensation was electric and intoxicating.
With each passing second, the climax grew within you, the waves of pleasure crashing against your core. Your nails dug into his shoulders, desperately clinging to him as you rode the wave of ecstasy. His hands, strong and sure, held you steady, supporting your weight as you surrendered to the dizzying pleasure coursing through your body. Lost in the moment, you gasped for air, your breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. His mouth continued its assault on your dripping cunt, his tongue expertly flicking and teasing your swollen clit. Every touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through your overstimulated body, making it hard to think or speak. You tried to push his head away, tell him you needed a break, that you were reaching your limits, but he was stubborn as he continued licking up your release and savoring every drop. The intensity of his actions had you teetering between ecstasy and displeasure, your mind going numb.
As you struggled to regain control of your senses, you found yourself yanking his hair and grasping at his shoulder, trying to bring him back up to your embrace, but he wouldn't budge. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and sensitivity overwhelmed you, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably.
Finding your voice, "Too much-h..t'much, daddy-y."
You gasped, your voice trembling with a mixture of pleasure and a hint of discomfort. His actions had pushed you to the edge, and you needed him to ease off, even if just for a moment. As you tugged at his thick hair, you could feel his lips curl into a devilish smile against your skin. His grip tightened around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to ravish you with his mouth. The intensity of his action nearly blurred your vision, and he pulled away to give you a look. You felt relieved but were still in a gasping and quivering mess as he held your hips to calm you and keep you steady.
"M'sorry doll, seems like papa bear jus can't get ‘nough uh yer sweet honey," he murmured, his voice filled with appetite. You give a timid smile as you try to regain thoughts.
With a strength you had never seen before, he rose from his knees, towering over you. His eyes glimmered with a mixture of hunger and adoration as he stared down at you, you couldn't help but rest your body against his from slight exhaustion. In that moment, he saw you as his cherished doll, a testament to his faith in him and the divine guidance bestowed upon both of you. As he stood before you, you noticed a subtle shift in his posture, he adjusted himself, making his bulge more prominent. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as his confidence and craving for you became increasingly evident. And as your fingers grazed across his hairy chest, finally breathing steadily again, he couldn't contain his passion any longer.
He took hold of your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him and gently guiding you towards the bed. Lying your naked, slender body down, grabbing the small cross that hung around your neck, he paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on the symbol. The contrast of the saintly necklace against the sinful scenario heightened the vague nature of it all. With a passion fed by the shared devotion, he kissed the cross, then left kisses against your collarbone and chest, moving lower, leaving a trail of holy desire across your skin. The sight in front of you made you purr with anticipation, every nerve in your body aflame with a mix of excitement and a tinge of fright. And in that intimate moment, the boundaries between sacred and profane melted into an ecstasy that intoxicated both body and soul. As he trailed more kisses towards your belly, he looked at you, eyeing him, he got up from the bed, and you sat up slightly to see as he tugged at his tucked shirt from his waistline and started unbuttoning it.
Your heart races with suspense, desire igniting within you as you watch him undress. The sight of his pudgy yet strong physique only intensifies your desire for him, appreciating every special detail. In this moment, he is perfect to you, captivating you with his raw masculinity and genuine desire. As he finally removes his shirt, your eyes drink in every detail, savoring the sight of his wiry chest and abdomen hair. The beads of sweat already glistening on his skin only add to his allure, making him appear even more irresistible. He watches as you're in awe of his beauty, a smug smile appearing on his face. He knows the effect he has on you, and revels in the power it gives him. Slowly, he walks towards you, his steps deliberate and confident. You can feel your heart race, and your breath quickens.
"Y'wanna try helpin’ me wit these, lil' girl?" His words flowed smoothly from his lips with that mesmerizing southern accent, the drawl adding a touch of charm to his request to help him with his pants.
You sit up more and inch closer, your legs dangling from the bed as you try to gather the courage to respond.
"P-Please, I'd like... to," you stammer at him sweetly in that soft voice he adores , your cheeks flushing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
As you reach out to assist him, your fingertips graze over the firm bulge in his pants, making you momentarily lose focus. You quickly retract your hand, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through your body. He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches your reaction. Your cheeks grow even hotter as you meet his gaze. He stares into your doe-eyes, his smile never faltering.
"No need ta be afraid, hon’. Y'seen him before," he says, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.
You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, knowing it would be the first time seeing it so up close.
With a nervous laugh, you reply, "Yes, b-but... not like this."
He can't help but chuckle louder, his hand reaching out to gently touch your cheek.
"Well, darlin', consider it an introduction then," he teases, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
Despite your flustered state, you manage to regain composure and slowly begin undoing his big belt buckle, the trembling in your hands being noticeable. As you struggle with the clasp, you can't help but notice the stark difference in the size between his buckle and your hands. His deep chuckle vibrates through you, a sound of amusement. With determined focus, you finally manage to loosen the belt, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. And reach over to his zipper, your voice small and shaky.
"C-Can I...can I undo this too?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.
His eyes lock with yours, a mixture of adoration and desire shining through.
"Uh course, my yittle baby can do anythin' she wants," he whispers huskily, his hands caressing your flushed cheeks.
You start bringing his zipper down, and as you do this, Elvis' heavy hand goes and gives your supple breast a light squeeze, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The touch is both gentle and possessive, sending a surge of electricity through your body. You can feel the heat between your legs rise as you continue to undo his zipper, revealing his hard on as it springs out, you can't help but let out a tiny gasp as it captures you with his size and girth up close. Despite not wearing any underwear, his arousal is evident on his glossy red tip as a bead of precum glistens at the slit. Your curiosity grows as you bring your shaky hand to give him a teasing stroke from base to tip, feeling the throbbing pulse of his large member in your hand. The combination of his commanding presence and your newfound control ignites a fiery desire within you.
Your heart racing, never having done this before, you looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"Is this-s okay?" you asked in a shy, uncertain voice.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gently placed a hand on your cheek.
In his deep, southern accent, he reassured you, "Doll, ain't nothin' to be shy bout’. Yer doin' just fine. Keep goin' like that, nice an slow."
As you held his cock in your hand, you marveled at its size and how it felt, barely fitting against your palm. With every stroke, you tried to mimic the rhythm you'd seen him do before when he'd spew himself on your tummy. The softness of his touch on your cheek reassured you, making you feel more at ease with each passing moment. As deep, low groans started flowing out of his mouth, you felt yourself grow more wet. His grip tightened on your cheek. The sound of his pleasure, mixed with the rush of the moment, sent shivers down your spine. You kept stroking him as you eyed it in front of you, glistening with anticipation. The sight of his throbbing member made your heart race, fueling your desire even further. His breathing became heavy, and the way his hips involuntarily bucked against your touch made it clear how much he was enjoying this moment as well. As you continued to stroke him, you felt his grip tug at your face to move closer to his manhood.
Panic shot through you as you gazed up at him with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows, unsure of what he wanted next.
"Awh, darlin’, don be scared," he whispered lovingly, his voice filled with tenderness.
"Jus wants ya to give him some gentle kisses, show me how much ya adore me," he said, his words both soothing and tempting.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you processed his request. This was so new to you, you'd never felt his with your lips or hands before. Slowly, you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his shaft. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and with a mix of nervousness and desire, you pressed your lips against him, planting soft, delicate kisses along the length of his throbbing member. As you pressed your lips against him, his scent filled your senses, it was a distinct aroma that aroused you even further, making your heart race with want. The way his flesh felt on your lips was like velvet—soft and smooth, yet with a subtle roughness that made it all the more exhilarating. You could feel his pulse throbbing beneath the surface, echoing the desire coursing through your own body.
He reached out to hold your face, making you look up at him as he ran a swipe across your lips with his thumb, "How bout' cha give him ah lil’ taste, baby," he whispered in a low, commanding voice.
The words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned with a mixture of nervousness, knowing it'd be your first time taking him in your mouth. With a shaky breath, you obediently parted your lips, allowing him to guide his throbbing shaft towards your waiting mouth. As the tip grazed your tongue, a surge of electricity shot through your body, causing your senses to heighten and your arousal to intensify. You could taste the saltiness of his arousal mingled with a hint of his musky scent, a heady combination that intoxicated you further.
As you slowly began to take him in, your mouth stretching and adjusting to accommodate his size, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort washed over you. You were a bit clumsy and couldn't help but gag a little at first, trying to relax and focus on your breathing. Your rookie inexperience was evident, but you were willing to please him. Slowly, you went just past his tip trying to find your own pace and rhythm. You felt him buck into you, making you tense up a little and unconsciously attempt to back away a little, he then firmly brought his broad hand to the back of your head.
"Relax, f'me doll, jus wanna feel more of tha pretty little mouth," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.
You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to panic as you looked up at him with your big eyes.
His grip on your head tightened slightly, guiding himself deeper into your mouth. Starting to gag, you struggled to maintain control and suppress the instinct to pull away. The taste of him overwhelmed your senses, and the musky scent of his skin filled your nostrils. As his hand continued to grip your head, his pace quickened, and you could feel his desire building. Your mind raced with a mixture of fear and arousal, unsure of how to navigate this new territory.
His other hand went to caress your face, giving it a soft slap, "Doin' so good, tiny," he groaned out.
The sensation of his hand connecting with your cheek sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through your body. You felt the corners of your mouth starting to burn due to the stretch from his size, and you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to handle, but you liked this, you liked the thrill of exploring uncharted territory with him. It was a delicate dance between pleasure and pain, and you found yourself surrendering to the unknown. As his hand continued to explore your face, you felt him trying to horse himself in deeper, but you weren't letting him as you brought your hands up to rest against his upper thighs.
He brought his large palm to stroke your throat, breathing out, "C'mon, baby, r-relax tha itty-bitty throat ah yours."
His voice was low and velvet-like, sending shivers down your spine. You hesitated for a moment, but you did as he said. As you did this, he bucked straight to the back of your throat, almost fitting his whole shaft inside. The sudden intensity took you by surprise, causing a gag reflex to kick in. You fought against it, as you let out a tiny cry that sent vibrations to his cock and only seemed to heighten his pleasure. The tip of your nose is just barely grazing against his pubic hair. The sensation of his soft curls against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through your body, fueling the fire that was already burning within you.
You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the scent of his arousal filled the air around you.
As he thrust deeper into your mouth, your eyes began to water. The taste of him, slightly salty and intoxicating, lingered on your tongue, further abusing your senses. Your mind became a blur of sensations, the taste of him, the pressure against your throat, and the sound of his ragged breaths. He groaned above you, the sounds of your sweet muffled yelps and his cock hitting the back of your throat seemed to just rile him up more. But just as he was reaching the edge, he suddenly stopped himself. Harshly, he pulled out of your mouth, his length glistening with arousal and your saliva.
"Goddamn, honey!" he panted, his voice filled with lust.
You gasped for air, your lips still tingling from his intense assault. Your eyeliner smudged from the force of his movements, matching the chaotic state of your mind. The taste of his saltiness lingered on your tongue, intertwining with the bitter sensation of adrenaline that coursed through your veins. You went to wipe your lips, feeling the mess of him and your drool covering your soft lips and chin, but he grabbed your hand before you could clean yourself up. His eyes locked with yours, and he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, sealing the taste of him on your lips in a deliciously filthy embrace. He pulled back, seeing your puzzled state, and reached up to clean some of your smudged eyeliner with the pad of his thumb.
"Lordy, girl, ya sure make this old man feel young again," he chuckled, his voice laced with passion.
You felt a rush of warmth surge through your body at his words. Not having a chance to answer, he gripped your face closer, giving you a harsher kiss.
As he pulled back from the kiss, his grip on your face tightened, and he forcefully guided you back down onto the bed. You let out a low gasp at his sudden roughness as you lay there, arousal coursing through your veins. The sound of his pants and buckle hitting the carpet was heard in the room, only making you more aware of the intensity of the moment. You couldn't help but bring your hand and rub your small digits over your cunt, the ache almost paining you. Elvis saw the way you were growing needier and needier, and he let out a low chuckle. As he climbed onto the bed, the mattress shifted underneath you, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced up at him with your doe eyes, feeling both needy and shy at the same time. His gaze intensified, and his lips still formed a smirk, he brought his hand down over yours and pulled it away to catch a look at your throbbing core, glistening with desire.
"M’god, yur all rosy an swollen," he teased, and he went to cup it in his hefty palm, relishing in the wetness that coated his fingers.
You felt your body jolt at his touch, showing just how sensitive you were. Your breath hitched as he continued to stroke you, his fingers dancing lightly over your pulsing center. Giving your pussy two light slaps to heighten your arousal, he chuckled lowly, reveling in the way you flinched. He pulled his hand away and positioned himself in front of you as he pulled your legs apart and made them bend so that your knees were raised, exposing your most intimate area more to him. You watched as he reached for something, a dark glimmer in his eyes. As he retrieved the pistol another time tonight, a rush of anticipation and fear coursed through your veins once again.
"It's alright, doll. Only wanna have more fun wit cha." The mix of arousal and trepidation overwhelming you.
"O-Oki," you mumbled softly after some time, your voice barely audible as you tried to steady your racing heart.
You watched as he moved closer between your legs and raised his arm over to your face, grazing the barrel along your cheek and slowly moving it towards your mouth. You look at him, and he gestures to open your mouth. You're hesitating, but comply. He swiftly inches the cold metal into your hot mouth as it grazes over your tongue, it tastes metallic and foreign. You can feel the weight of it against your tongue, the coolness spreading throughout your mouth. He slowly moves it in and out of your mouth, staring at him, his expression filled with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. As the cold metal continues to dance against your tongue, you feel him withdraw it as a string of your saliva comes along the tip of the metal. You can't help but shudder at the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and a strange, illicit pleasure. He brings the gun down along your neck, brushing against your necklace, then to your chest, tracing a chilling path along your skin. The metal's touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Bringing the gun to your breast, he traces it over your hardened nipple. You let out a shaky breath.
"Daddy-y," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he replies, "Does it excite cha, doll?"
Your heart races as you nod, unable to form words.
Your body hums with anticipation as he continues his tantalizing exploration. The cold metal trails down your abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape your lips. He stops the gun just above your lower abdomen, his fingers gently tracing circles across your sensitive skin.
His voice drips with seduction as he murmurs huskily, "You want more, don't ya, tiny?"
Your breathing quickens, as you notice how close he is to your aching cunt. Gulping, you watch as he hovers it just above the bundle of nerves with a quick motion. You reach to stop him, your mind filled with hesitation. But he was quick to raise his hand with the gun in his grip.
“Aye now, none of that babydoll, hmm.” he asserts firmly.
You brought your balled up fists to rest on your chest and gave him an understanding pout, letting him graze the gun on your bud. As he does, a mixture of fear and excitement surges through your body. The dangerous thrill intensifies as you feel the cool metal brush against your hot, sensitive flesh. Your soft whimpers escape in short gasps as he rubs the barrel along your outer lips. As the tension builds, his touch becomes more deliberate, tracing the outline of your entrance with the cold barrel. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you feel yourself tense up as you feel him trying to push the gun inside you.
"Wait, wait!" you stammered, your voice trembling with nervousness.
"Is-isn't.. this, too dangerous Elvis?" you stumbled over your words, feeling hazy and disoriented.
The rush of adrenaline mixed with fear creates a dizzying sensation, clouding your thoughts and making it difficult to articulate your concerns. He looked at you with a stubborn expression, his gaze unwavering.
"Come on, darlin," he said, his eyes gleaming with desire.
"'Member why wer doin' this hmm, the Lord struck me with this vision, and I ain't one ta ignore His call." His words echoed in your mind, intertwining with the doubts that swirled within you.
The weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders, he leaned in towards you. Placing his forehead against yours as his grip on the gun continues toying with your entrance for access.
"No, no," you stammer, your voice shivering.
"I don't— f-feels wrong."
Fear grips your heart as his eyes bore into yours, a flicker of anger crossing his face. His grip tightens around the gun, pushing against your opening.
"Don't cha understand?" he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and fervor.
"This is tha path we must walk together, doll, guided by His will."
Your mind races, the conflicting emotions tearing at your soul. You look into his eyes and see a glimmer of hope—of someone who believes in something greater than themselves. In the midst of the intense moment, mingling with your feelings of desperation, you seek divine guidance. You hold onto the belief that, through this unsettling path, you and Elvis are bound by a higher purpose, walking together under the will of a greater power. As the intensity builds, Elvis places a hand on your cheek, seeing how your racing thoughts are slowly starting to disappear.
"Attagirl, trust in Him, in Me." he uttered in his soothing drawl.
As you look into Elvis' eyes, you find solace in his words and the comfort of his touch. In that moment, you give him a nod and surrender to the newfound growing faith, allowing yourself to trust in a higher plan. The pressure against your center intensifies as he continues rubbing it with the gun. Despite the unease, you remain connected through the shared purpose and the touch of his hand on your cheek. You feel as he retracts the gun from your entrance and backs up along your clit trying to give you pleasure in the midst of your discomfort, his movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. The combination of unease and pleasure leaves you bewildered, yet strangely more aroused. Your mind struggles to comprehend the conflicting sensations, but your body responds instinctively, arching towards his touch. He watches as you enter a state of bliss once more, the pistol getting easier to glide along your folds from all your slick. Inching the gun back towards your entrance, he presses it against you with a firm yet gentle pressure.
"Quit clenchin', honey," he grumbled, his breath tickling your ear.
You try to relax, and let go of the fear that still lingers in the back of your mind. As he eases the pistol's tip inside you, the cold metal sends shivers down your spine, contrasting with the warmth radiating from your core.
"Look at cha tiny, yur doin' purfect." he purrs out as he lifts himself from hovering over you to take a look at how your cunt clenches at the muzzle.
As he begins to move it in a slow, rhythmic motion, you can't help but be amazed at the conflicting sensations overwhelming your body. The fear that once gripped you tightly begins to fade away, replaced by curiosity. The coldness of it all sends shivers down your spine. Elvis feels a mix of satisfaction, desire, and a hint of surprise as he sees how your body responds to his actions. He puts more of the pistol's barrel in, so you're taking about two inches of the gun. You hear him chuckle as he sees how wet and heated you are, and your face flushes deep with embarrassment. He moves slowly in and out at a delicious pace that has you letting out low gasps and moans of pleasure. As the pleasure intensifies, every movement of the pistol sends waves of ecstasy through your body. The combination of fear and arousal fills the room, creating an electric and forbidden ambience. With each thrust, you tighten around the barrel, your soft gasps and moans blend into a symphony of pleasure, driving him to push slightly deeper into you. The sensation of the cold metal against your walls only heightens the intensity of the moment, as you surrender completely to the dangerous passion enveloping you.
"Daddy-y..I-." You start to feel that heat pooling in the low part of your belly, spreading through your entire body, reaching your fingertips, and curling your toes.
Elvis sees that you're on the brink of pure bliss and pulls the pistol out of your throbbing heat, leaving you feeling empty, his eyes filled with hunger. With a mischievous smile, he grazes the pistol against your folds and up to your bud, and you can't help but shudder with anticipation. The cool touch of the metal against your sensitive clit sends a jolt of electricity through your veins. As Elvis continued to tease and taunt, you grabbed his wrist with both hands, barely able to wrap around it and pressed the side of the barrel more firmly against your bud while slowly moving your hips upward.
Elvis saw this and was amused, smirking, “Look at cha honey, goin' crazy over ah piece of metal.’’
Lost in bliss, you didn't pay attention to his words, you were so drowsy from the feeling and trying to chase that sensation you craved again. This ticked something in Elvis though, he had gotten jealous over the thought of something else but him giving you such grand pleasure. He yanked the gun from you with a growl, and threw it across the room, you let out a whine while looking at him dumbfounded.
"N-no, Elvis-s!" You stammer, your voice laced with nerves and frustration.
"W-Why did you, you do that-t? I was almost-."
His eyes narrowed, and his voice was filled with annoyance.
"You was almost wha, huh? Y’were gettin' lost in some dang stupid piece ah metal!"
You bite your lip, the familiar sensation of nervousness coursing through your veins.
"but.. but you.." you stutter, confused.
He shakes his head, his bitterness evident as he moves over so he's resting against the headboard, "I jus... I don like seein' yur little pussy gettin' all soppin' wet if it ain't cause ah me. I ain't gotta be competin’ with no damn gun."
Your heart races as his words sink in, a mix of desire and uncertainty swirling within you. You bite your lower lip, feeling a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins as you sit up and crawl in front of him.
"But," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.
"I-I was only feeling so, so good b-because you were there w-with me." you said quietly.
His eyes darken with a dangerous intensity, and a smirk plays at the corners of his lips. His mood instantly switching again.
"Is that so, doll?" he growls out.
"I reckon, ya c’mere nd make me feel better then," he gestures you over to his lap with a swift motion.
Your heart races as you obediently move closer, your body trembling with desire, but nervous hoping he wasn't still angry. As you straddle his lap, you can feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within you. His strong hands grip your hips firmly, and you can't help but let out a small whimper as you hover above his hard throbbing cock.
"Why doncha give me ah sweet ride, darlin' '', his blue eyes dark with want.
You gulp, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of the moment. With a raised confidence, you slowly lower yourself onto him while holding on to his broad shoulders for support, gasping at the slight stretch. Still not quite used to his size, you feel your legs quiver. His deep groan echoes in your ears as he tightens his grip on your hips, guiding you lower.
"Lord, honey, this lil' pussy needs sum stretchin'," he blurts out in a low tone.
You let out a pitiful cry as you took him in fully, your bodies becoming entirely intertwined in a passionate embrace.
"Oh...oh god," you whine, your voice trembling with pleasure.
You feel Elvis slowly beginning to thrust upward into your dripping heat, filling you completely with every movement. Each thrust sends waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you powerless to resist his advances. As the intensity builds, the rhythm of your bodies matches the beat of your racing hearts. With each deep thrust, you can't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, your senses consumed by the touch of his skin against yours.
Elvis whispered in your ear, his voice filled with lust and desire, "Y'feel so good, tiny. F-Fuck, can't get enuff of yuh."
His words sent shivers down your spine, adding to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing. As he continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate, Elvis let out a low moan that echoed through the room. The sound of his moan only fueled your own desire, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body arched against his, seeking more of his touch, more of his passion.
The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of his musky scent mixed with a hint of sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that heightened the atmosphere. Each breath you took seemed to draw you deeper into the moment, as if surrounding yourself with his essence would somehow bring you closer to him. The sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin echoed through the air, creating a trance of pleasure that drowned out all other thoughts.
As your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, you couldn't help but run your hands through his chest hair, feeling the softness beneath your fingertips. His groans filled the room, fueling the fire that burned between your legs. The feeling of his large arms wrapped tightly around your small waist provided a sense of security. You felt him ram into you deeper and couldn't help but let out a wail of pleasure as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, building towards an inevitable climax. His lips found yours, their touch igniting a fire within you that matched the one consuming your every sense.
You pulled away, “Oh, I, I can-n feel it in m’tummy.” you softly cried out.
"Is ma yittle d-dolly feelin’ all good in... er t-tummy?" He panted, sending shivers down your spine.
"Mhmm," you moaned, barely able to form words as the pleasure intensified.
As his thrusts continued, the sensation in your stomach intensified—a delicious ache that made you yearn for it. You could feel the tension building, the coiling of desire ready to explode into an overwhelming release. He held you even tighter, his thrusts becoming more passionate. Your vision blurring, you felt his other hand glide over to your bundle of nerves, pushing you to reach your peak of ecstasy. Each movement drew you closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. With a breathless cry, you shattered into a million pieces, waves of pleasure washing over you and leaving you completely spent. Collapsing onto his hard yet soft chest, your legs trembled above him as you both basked in the impact of your intense orgasm. You could tell he was still yearning for release, his need was evident as his cock still throbbed and thrust inside you.
Catching your breath, you felt him shift underneath you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He flipped you over onto your stomach, positioning you exactly as he desired. You gasped in shock, but your jumbled mind prevented you from fully comprehending the situation. The aftershocks of your orgasm only made you struggle to process what was happening. As he entered you again, every thrust sent waves of pleasure and confusion coursing through your body. His hands firmly gripping your waist, he guided the rhythm, leaving you vulnerable and powerless to resist. Although your mind was clouded, your body arched in response to his commanding touch, willing to surrender once again to his insatiable desires. The weight of him pressed down on you, enveloping you in a delicious mix of pleasure and submission. Every movement seemed to blur the lines between pain and bliss, blurring the boundaries of your own identity. His chest brushed against your bare back, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already electrifying experience. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch and mingle with his own ragged exhales. The occasional sound of a low, guttural growl escaped from deep within him, further fueling the fire that consumed both of you. And then, unexpectedly, another climax crept up on you, taking you by surprise and leaving you gasping for air.
"E-Elvis" you wailed out.
Your voice cracked with desperation, and your body quivered with the force of the pleasure coursing through you.
“Mmf, h-hang in there, baby.” He comforted trying to soothe your overstimulated mind and body.
He continued to move against you, his own release imminent, but he didn't falter in his rhythm, driving you to the edge once again. As your mellow moans filled the room, the air crackled with a raw and primal energy, and you could feel the intensity of his desire he was clawing at. The world seemed to blur around you, your senses consumed by the blend of pleasure and drowsiness. Your mind was clouded, lost in a sea of sensations that left you highly sensitive.
Every touch, every stroke sent electric currents coursing through your body, heightening your pleasure to an almost unbearable level. The intensity became too much to handle, pushing you to the edge of sanity. You felt your body exhausted and your mind going empty, the only thing you could do was clench the sheets beneath you, desperately trying to ground yourself in some semblance of reality. The room around you felt like it was spinning, a dizzying carousel of colors and shadows. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, the air feeling heavy and suffocating against your skin. He lets out a gnawing grunt, pulls himself out, and sits up on his knees. Swiftly stroking himself until he spews his release onto your ass. You feel a sense of relief and soreness as you try to come down from your powerful orgasms and still your breathing.
He chuckles weakly, spreading his cum over both of your cheeks with his smooth tip, "T-Tiny, yer lil’ booty sure looks even p-perttier covered with mah babies." he pants out.
If even possible, your face heats up even more at his witty comment, and you gather the strength to look over back at him through half-lidded eyes, the feeling of drowsiness and contentment consuming you.
"D-did I do good, b-bub?" you murmur, your voice carrying a soft, low tone. He smiles wearily, his hand gently stroking your hair.
"Y'did more th-than good," he slurs, his voice filled with exhaustion yet affection.
You are can feel his weariness as he lies back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling heavily as beads of sweat glisten on his forehead. The room is filled with a comfortable silence and your breaths as you both bask in the aftermath of the erotic, hazardous experience. Slowly, he reaches out to caress your cheek, his touch tender and loving.
"You were perfect…perfect f'me, sweet, yittle, doll," he murmurs, sleep already taking him.
As his hand caressed your hair, you couldn't help but feel a sense of divine connection. The words wrap around you like a warm blanket, and you know that you have pleased him, fulfilled his message. The intertwining of the pleasure and fear you faced made you question the boundaries of your faith. Still drowsy, you inch closer to Elvis and rest your head against his fluffy, warm chest, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. You looked up at his face, his eyes were closed in peaceful contentment. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow from a lamp in the corner as you both lay in each others mess. On the wall, the cross hangs, casting a shadow that dances alongside the gentle sway of his snores. You close your heavy eyelids, cuddling closer to his warmth, succumbing to exhaustion from the nights events as sleep overtakes you both.
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Dye it baby
─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)
─ Summary: a special day with your boys, a day of memories and torture
─ Warnings: obsession, metion of bullying, toxic behavior, blood, mention of torture, yandere stuff
Part one / Part two / Part three / Part five
How the first two parts have 1000 likes ??? thank you very much!! 🫶🏻
Lil edit: sorry @boycigs it's been so long i forgot i had to tag you 😭
You never knew how to measure quantities when cooking, because you didn't want to go short, you always ended up adding more ingredients than you should, which led you to make too much food, in this case, little strawberry cupcakes along with some other fruits.
You had time to do it on one of those rare days where you weren't being stifled by the presence of any Bonten executive, having you as their secretary made it easier for them to be accessible to you, but unfortunately they couldn't stop you from interacting with other people, more than anything because they also needed men to do their dirty work, men you seemed to talk to from time to time, which they didn't like.
For you, it was just small interactions, greetings, small talks with the guys who were hanging around, who came from missions or bodyguards who watched every corner in the barracks, nothing really important, you were just being nice like you would to anyone else, although most of them would only nod at your presence or words, they had already been threatened and knew the consequences.
But that didn't stop some clueless from enjoying your presence more than they would like, not to mention the fact that you want to distribute the leftover cupcakes among those men, they'd rather throw away your homemade food before those creeps could taste it, but they couldn't stop you, at least not most of the time.
You wanted to think that the disappearance of some people with whom you spoke or shared that leftover food was not your fault, after all, working with this type of criminal exposed you to many dangers, but you really did not know how far your boys could go for simply smiling at another person.
You put those thoughts aside, clutching the box full of cupcakes tightly, you reached the elevator in the main building, dialing the highest number, you waited patiently, humming the light music on hold, on your way out you simply walked a few more steps and knocked on the door already well known. It opened with a creak, as soon as you entered, being received by an arm hooking onto you in a loose hug, you smiled when you saw Mikey, anxious to see what you had prepared this time, despite not being his favorites, everything you did to he, would be a culinary work.
"By the way, today is dyeing day."
"Hmm? It is?"
You muttered at Rindou's words, noticing now, the boys who already had part of their natural color at the root of their hair, you shrugged smiling at the younger of the Haitani, nodding at his request, earning pitying glances from Kakucho, who was the only one who decided not to alter his original hair.
You approached him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way, trying not to let his kicked puppy look affect you, you offered him a smile that was enough to warm his heart, looking for a second at the expressions of his companions to silently boast of being the only one that received all your attention.
"Don't worry Kaku, I'll make sure that my next day off is just for you, we can make that recipe you told me about the other day, or visit some place you want."
The completely bitter and serious expressions of the others turned into small grimaces that were meant to be smiles as you turned to them, letting Takeomi lead the group out while you give a last silent wave to Kakucho, who simply nodded at your action, as soon as you were out of sight a frown on his face.
Kaku really hated 'dyeing days' because he was the only one not included in the bonding time with everyone, but then again he could always take advantage of it, just like now, he always got an extra day with you, and best of all It's just that it was just you and him, so he had your full attention.
Although he had to leave that for later, now, returning with the boys and you, you went out of the building to the crowded streets of Tokyo, everyone staying on the sidelines except Kokonoi, who was the only one who went with you to buy the hair dye, since the group itself would draw a lot of attention and he was the one handling the money, the others reluctantly agreed as he took your hand to guide you to the nearest store.
"Don't you want to dye your hair too?"
"I think not for now, my hair doesn't look so bad right?"
"Of course not! It's perfectly fine."
You laughed at how Koko was quick to make sure your hair was perfectly fine, knowing how delicate people your age could be because of the dreaded gray hair. You both walked out of there after choosing the appropriate colors for everyone, smiling at the packages you were holding in your hand.
It reminded you of your youth, you went through that stage too, you learned how to apply the dye on your own because going to a hairdresser would be a lot of work and much more expensive, although you stopped applying so many dyes to your hair because it started to get drier. When the boys discovered this —snooping through your old photos from your high school days— they asked you to apply the dye.
While everyone got used to being treated by a ridiculously expensive professional hairdresser, nothing could compare to taking advantage of this to spend more time with you, not to mention enjoying the feeling of being pampered by you, giving them a little scalp massage when you applied the dye to them, it was something that even the most experienced or expert hairdresser could not achieve.
"Who should be first?"
You all ended up in your house, because you continued to maintain that house even though the boys told you it wasn't necessary, but you hadn't spent most of your life working to buy this property and now just abandon it so abruptly, no, you weren't going through that, plus it was always like a refuge of your own peace of mind, although in the majority there was always someone who interrupted you on your day off.
You observed that everyone had impatient eyes, watching as you internally debated who should be the first to go through your majestic hands and head caresses, taking one last look at everyone you made up your mind once and for all.
"I guess we can start with Ran, since I'm going to take longer with him, you go after Rin, the rest of you shouldn't take that long so you can choose the order, oh, without any shouting or throwing knives."
You warned before taking the brothers to the bathroom, aware that the last time you told them to choose the order in which you were going to dye them they ended up fighting to see who would be the first to receive your attention. You started working with Ran, massaging his head while applying the dye, it took you half an hour to finish them both as they had two different colors, which complicated the process, luckily the others only had one color to choose from.
You weren't surprised that the next one to enter the bathroom was Mikey, after all he was the boss, and if the brothers had been lucky enough to go before him, it was only because it was your decision and he respected it. You took your time with him, knowing that he enjoyed more than anyone the reassurance that your fingers gave him, running over his skin in a firm but gentle way, it was refreshing for him, the only place where he could let his guard down and relax to the point where he almost falls asleep
The next one was Takeomi, he was the fastest since he only had a small part of his hair, that didn't mean that he didn't feel satisfied by the simple fact of being with you alone. He was followed by an impatient Sanzu, who was always very restless despite being with you, as if he were the rebellious and hyperactive son of the group, then Mochizuki entered and finally Kokonoi.
You sighed once you kicked Koko out of the bathroom, leaving you to relieve yourself while cleaning the dye stains left on your hands, you wet your face to cool off, feeling tired after a long day.
"Guys… can you tell me what the hell are you doing with my school album again? I thought I had hidden it…"
You stared blankly at the group of men who decided to deliberately ignore your words, one of the few times they did, more focused on gossiping about your past as a student.
"Who is it? You have many photos with this person."
Sanzu pointed, you approached to check who was, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing that person, the boys silently stared at your expression, feeling an internal anger against the stranger despite not knowing anything about that person.
"That was my first couple, although we didn't end up very well."
"Why?"
"Cheated on me with someone else." you immediately noticed how the tension increased in the room, rushing to continue talking "Oh, but we were both very inexperienced, it was the first relationship for both of us and we had many ups and downs."
"Why would you keep the photos of this person? Seems useless."
"Mikey… that's rude, I keep them because it's a memory of my life, although I only keep the good times."
They continued to look at more photos —some embarrassing— and judge the people you had the closest contact with in the past, Takeomi making a mental list of the few names you inadvertently let slip as you remembered between laughs and blushes of embarrassment your adolescent adventures
Although there was someone who annoyed them more than anyone, a girl, an old classmate who decided to mess with you for something quite common in pubescence, pimples and early physical changes, her harassment was only verbal, small teasing so that her group of friends would laugh, luckily nothing physical happened, mostly because one day you decided to stand up to it and set the record straight, since teachers don't do much, you decided that sometimes taking control of the situation wasn't a bad idea.
The girl was embarrassed years later by her attitude towards you and apologized when you met her as an adult, you simply forgave her because she was not and would not be anyone important in your life, there was no point in hating her when you could just forget her.
But the boys did not like this at all, they heard from your own mouth ─because they begged you to tell them the whole story─ that many nights you cried, self-conscious about your appearance, forcing you to do things that were dangerous to your health, both mental and physical, you didn't go to extremes, but without a doubt that year was a bad time that you prefer to bury in the depths of your mind.
Oh boy, Bonten was going to dig up the shit for you to clear your conscience, rather his own under the guise of 'doing it for you', what better way to get over someone than to just wipe them off the face of the Earth? It's a pleasant job for them anyway, especially if they're people who had hurt their mother in some way. You may have taken it as a joke, but the idea of hunting down your former bad classmates, or teachers, were not empty words, it was a promise.
"Hello, Kakucho? Didn't we have an important meeting today?"
"Ah, we can always do without one or two, so don't worry, isn't it better to spend the day with me than listen to us talk for hours about business?"
"I suppose you're right, hearing about your companies is more boring than working as a cashier."
You smiled tightening Kaku's grip on your hand, leading you through a pretty garden full of different flowers, completely oblivious to the reasons why you hadn't been allowed to attend today's meeting. You let go of his hand when he had to take a call, seizing the moment alone you bent down to see a lovely red rose, touching the soft petals of it, going down to the stem just feeling a little prick.
"Ow, it has very sharp spines."
You muttered, a drop of blood falling onto the green grass, staining it slightly red, you immediately felt someone pull your shoulder back, meeting you with a worried look that caused you to laugh.
"Let's get you a doctor."
"Kaku, it's just a cut, some water and a band-aid will suffice."
"Oxygenated water, we don't know if more people have touched that."
"Okay big baby…"
As you spent the afternoon nonchalantly by Kakucho's side, the rest of the boys personally took it upon themselves to give proper torture to that girl who once messed with your appearance, all taking turns slowly draining her blood, letting her life slowly and painfully escaped from her body.
"This teach you not to mess with mom, you stupid bitch."
Sanzu smiled sickly, taking the last turn to finish at once, the others watching in silence, their faces, hands and clothes stained with fresh blood, feelings of pure hatred manifested with blows, stabs, cuts… it was the price to pay for messing with someone she shouldn't, and she had to accept it. Sanzu grabbed the trusty pistol from him, without thinking twice, drowning out the agonized screams that did not stop ringing for four full clock hours, the last drops of blood spattering the walls.
BONUS
"Where have you been? Arriving like this full of blood what the hell?"
Everyone ─except Kaku─ shrank from your angry gaze, ducking their heads like children scolded for doing something wrong, they already knew what they were up against when they arrived at your house completely covered in blood.
"Sorry mom."
They all answered in sync, avoiding your gaze at all costs so as not to feel worse, but they were too eager to see you after having disposed of yet another piece of garbage in the world.
"No 'sorry mom' do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes? You're lucky I have my laundry hacks."
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ATTENTION WHORE!
starring: neymar x female!reader
warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread
extra note: none. have a nice day xx
song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish
The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.
Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.
It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.
After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.
You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.
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It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner
You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'
She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest
'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'
You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs
What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.
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The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.
They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.
Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.
You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'
She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.
'How would you know anyway?'
She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.
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The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone
'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up
'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.
You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along
Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.
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The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.
'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'
The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.
'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.
Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff
Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'
'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'
'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.
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Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.
She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.
Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.
You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'
'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'
Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.
You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.
'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.
She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.
You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.
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Kurooo i just can't get enough of Signora my baby, imagine reader, who is just so smitten with Signora that they just can't help but sit there and stare at her lovingly or coming up to hug her from behind and pressing gentle kisses to her cheek. Like i cant help but want to give all the love she's been missing out on after her late husband. Been wanting more fluff for her and i hope you can write this. Awesome works as always! -🐯
Cute af oh my god Signora fluff gets me weak, I also want to give her all the love she missed out on all these centuries and I have been missing her so much these days 😭
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: La Signora x gn!reader
Type: Fluff (domestic life, you are married to Signora, slightly suggestive)
The warm rays of the morning sun tickled your face as you slowly opened your eyes and were met by your wife's sleeping face. Rosalyne was beautiful beyond measure in your eyes, you couldn't take your eyes off her. You were lying in the blanket together with her, her arms securely wrapped around your body as she tightly hugged you in her sleep. This was a common habit of Rosalyne, even before you got married to her. It was a bit of a shock to you at first, seeing the ruthless 8th Harbinger of the Fatui become so vulnerable to you but you were glad she trusted you this way.
You smiled and gently caressed her cheek to brush aside her blonde hair strands, your eyes fell on the burned side of her face and you couldn't help but lovingly caress it too. You knew she couldn't feel much sensations on it, but you nevertheless loved touching it to show her you found her beautiful no matter what and that this side was as important to you as the other. You then planted a kiss on her forehead which made her shift a bit but not enough to wake up.
You slowly removed her arms from your body in order to get up and pulled the rest of the blanket on her, gently rubbing her head. But your actions were in vain as you felt your arm being grabbed and turned around to see Rosalyne holding it and her eye slightly open, clearly still sleepy but she was conscious.
"Where are you going, my love....?" Rosalyne mumbled and pulled your arm to make you come back in her embrace, and just like that you were indeed pulled back as you laid down beside her again and she embraced you just like before, nuzzling her face in your neck and breathing your scent.
"I told you not to go before I wake up...." She murmured against your skin, causing you to chuckle but you found her so adorable this way.
"I was just going to the bathroom, I won't leave."
"Hmm.... go and come back quickly."
You nodded and pecked her forehead as she loosened her hold and let you get up to use the bathroom. You came back after 5 minutes and found her sitting up on the bed, and you couldn't lie that your breath was taken away. The sun shone against her messy platinum blonde hair falling down her shoulder and her fair skin, illuminating her in front of the snow white background like a goddess, her black lingerie slightly disheveled as one of the straps hung loose on her shoulder and the gentle smile on her face made you entranced.
"Good morning, my love~"
You were too lost looking at her, rendering you speechless for a moment.
"My love?"
"Ah— g-good morning, Rosa."
Rosalyne smiled with a chuckle and extended her arms out. You climbed up the bed again and went closer to her and she wasted no time to wrap her arms around your neck to hug you. She lunged forward and made you lie back while she rested on top of you and snuggled into your chest, she could hear your heartbeat this way and it gave her so much comfort and peace of mind. You put your arms around her too and lightly caressed her hair, both of you blissfully lying in each other's embrace.
"You don't have work today, right?" Rosalyne asked you.
"Mhm, but you do. You should start getting ready."
"Hmm... there's only 1 meeting today and the usual training. Why don't you accompany me today?"
"Would that be fine? The Mayor doesn't seem particularly fond of my presence in the palace this way...."
"Don't pay heed to him. It's all fine as long as you stay with me."
"Hehe, alright. As you say, my lady~"
Rosalyne chuckled and looked up at you to peck your lips. You gazed at each other and you cupped her face, trailing your eyes over her features, "You are so beautiful, Rosalyne."
Rosalyne blushed at the unexpected compliment then smiled, "You say that every day, you know? Many times at that."
"I know, and it's still not enough. It cannot compare to how long you were called heinous and disdainful. I want to make up for it and more."
Rosalyne felt heavy hearted at your words and cupped your face too, "It's not your salvation to bear. I don't care about those people when I know you are here for me and love me for who I am."
You smiled at each other and she leaned forward to kiss you deeply, her lips moving with yours in a slow yet heated manner. Rosalyne didn't know what she did to deserve you, she never asked for redemption but with you she felt pure and washed of all her sins, she felt like the innocent maiden from Mondstadt all over again.
"Shower with me, I want to wash my hair."
You happily agreed and the two of you made your way to the bathroom and discarded your clothes before standing under the shower together facing each other, her back towards the shower head. You held her waist while she rinsed her hair, her head back tilted back exposing her neck and full body to you. You couldn't resist diving in to kiss her neck, she gasped lightly and held on to your shoulders while her right leg wrapped around your waist.
"Hmm.... Y-Y/n~ I'll be late.... mhm~"
"It's fine.... I'm helping you, right?~"
You planted kisses up her neck to her jaw before moving down to her chest and kissing all over it. Her hands wrapped around your head now and her fingers lightly treaded through your hair as she held you and directed you where to kiss. You then let go of her and turned off the shower and applied shampoo over her hair. You were always amazed by the sheer volume and length of her hair and how well she maintained them, you couldn't imagine taking care of your own hair so well but you were so attentive to hers. You loved feeling the soft strands on your palm as you massaged the shampoo all over, they were so perfect.
She then turned on the shower again to wash off the shampoo and you helped her carefully wash every nook and cranny of her long hair then applied conditioner too followed by putting soap on her back. She washed off both the things after a while and you continued hugging her from behind, kissing and sucking on her shoulder and moving up to kiss her cheek on the burned side of her face. Rosalyne giggled at your constant kisses but you knew she loved it. She turned to face you and kissed your face all over before kissing your neck and collarbone.
"Thank you. Do you want me to wash you too, my love?~"
You smirked, "If you say so~"
And just like that, a slow and pleasant morning passed until you reached the Zapolyarny Palace and to her office. Such mornings were common for you, but they always had such a magical effect as if you were everything for the first time. Both of you would remember these moments for the rest of your lives, and Rosalyne knew you are the only person she'll ever love now.
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Happy By The Poolside
pairing: steve harrington x afab!reader
summary: while they wait for the annual pool party to start, steve knows exactly how to keep his lover happy by the poolside ☼♡
word count: 1,477
warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ CONTENT) oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, semi-public sex (sex by the pool), nicknames (baby, sweetheart), edancy appearance because i said so, allusions to steve jerkin it in the bathroom, no pronouns or reader descriptors used other than reader wearing a bikini, color coded speaker tags!
genre: fluffy, established relationship smut ♡
extra notes: did y'all really think i'd let fourth of july go by without slutty 'i <3 swimming' steve?
beta read by: @lcvingprentjss (love u sm)
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it was hot. it was oh so hot. but it wasn't the 80° heat that had you feeling that way. no, what had you feeling that way was a certain brunette boy in big sunglasses and loose-hanging shorts.
you all but stared as steve emerged from the pool, blue swim trunks settled low on his waist, accentuating the trail of hair on his lower belly and the dips of his adonis belt. you practically drooled as he shook out his wet hair, beads of water flying about and landing in various spots on the concrete and your chaise.
he reached for the towel that he'd tossed at the end of the chair, a few loose droplets of of water falling onto your feet as he did so. you'd been happy right where you were, enjoying a magazine as the sun rays beat down on your body, fingers crossed that you'd have a tan after this, not a nasty case of sunburn. steve had been pouting half the morning, trying to get you in the pool with him, but you hadn't budged, saying you were happy by the poolside, waiting until the rest of your friends had arrived for the pool party.
still, even an hour after you'd sat down on the chaise, he wasn't letting up. "baby," he said, somehow managing to make the term sound conspiratorial, "are you sure you don't want to join me?"
you shook your head, putting this month's edition of cosmo to the side and taking off your sunglasses to meet his gaze. "everyone should be here soon. then you'll have plenty of time with me in the pool. it's not like dustin would ever let me miss the annual chicken fight."
he chuckled at your statement, but took your hand in both of his and gave you that look, the one he always gave you when he was determined to get you to do whatever he wanted. "come on, baby. please?" his bottom lip puckered out like a child in a candy store. "just for a few minutes?"
"nope," you answered, putting your sunglasses back on as the sun moved further overhead. "i only have so much time today to start on my tan. besides, they'll be here any minute."
in protest, steve pulled you up from the chair and tugged you toward the pool. "come on, at least dip your toes in."
you supposed you couldn't argue with his compromise. he walked around to the steps, slowly submerging himself in the pool once again, while you sank onto the concrete, dipping your feet into the contrastingly cool water. you chuckled as steve went limber, letting the small waves of water carry him through the pool. "you're missing out," he stated, like it was an absolute fact.
"i'm perfectly fine right here, my little fish," you teased. you kicked your feet softly in the water, watching as tiny ripples floated to join the bigger ones that carried steve. from this new angle, the sun was hidden behind his neighbors' trees, prompting you to place your sunglasses to the side and get a better look at steve: the once dark blue shorts now a beautiful cerulean, just a tad darker than the water he floated on, his normal wavy tufts now a sea of dark curls, the way his skin practically sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that wasn't hidden behind his neighbors' sugar maples. you watched as beads of water slid down his stomach, dragging along every crevice and line of his abs. you'd be lying if you said the sight didn't have you turned on.
steve must've noticed the way you'd been staring, forcing himself upright again and wading through the water toward you. unbeknownst to you, that little red bikini you had on was doing a number on him, his inner monologue and thoughts being driven by his little head at this point. he made his way over to you, placing a delicate kiss on your leg, looking up at you through water-matted eyelashes. "baby," he said, his tone teasing this time.
"hmm?" you hummed in response, afraid your voice would betray you if you said anything more.
his eyes flicked between your eyes and the place where your thighs squeezed together. you needed him, and you both knew it. "you okay?"
you managed to nod, the friction between your legs not at all aiding the want that had taken over your body. "i'm good," you said sheepishly, a blush creeping up your skin.
"are you sure? because," he paused, placing his giant palm on your knee and pulling your legs apart. he smirked at the wet spot he'd unknowingly created on your bathing suit. "you seem like you could use some help over here," he finished, his hand making its way up to your thigh.
the logical part of your brain managed to take over for a moment. "steve, people will be here any minute," you protested, despite the irrationally horny side of your brain that was currently fistfighting the logical side.
"then i'd better be quick," he said, his hands inching toward your bikini bottoms.
he left a space of availability in the air for any more protests you might have. after all, even though you were in a very established relationship, consent was always key. but you made no more argumentative comments, only approving moans and the occasional, "please," as he pulled your bathing suit down.
his lips met your clit with soft licks at first, giving you time to respond with just how hard and fast you needed it. your hands met his hair, tangling in the wet curls as you pulled him closer to you, letting out a soft moan as he suckled your bud.
he pulled your bikini bottoms all the way off, setting them aside on the concrete before meeting your pussy once again. your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you again. his damp hair settled on the sides of your thighs, sending a shiver up your spine.
his tongue worked itself in heavenly figure eights around your core, while one of his hands met your entrance. he toyed at your hole with his fingertip, waiting for some kind of approval to continue.
you gave him exactly that, letting out a whine that sounded like an attempt to say, "please, stevie," but was nearly incoherent. he slipped one finger inside you, the sensation absolutely intoxicating.
he left a series of open-mouthed kisses on your clit, his digit continuing to bury itself inside you. he moaned at the taste, and the vibration had you inching closer to your release. your fingers curled into his hair while your toes curled into his back as his finger reached that sweet spot deep inside you.
the logical part of your brain took over once more as you spared a quick glance at your watch. "steve, they're gonna be here any second," you said through moans, hands pulling so hard at his hair that you were surprised you hadn't ripped it out yet.
"patience, baby, patience," he reminded you, immediately diving back into your cunt. his finger was accompanied by a second, his thrusts only becoming faster and deeper with every flex of the digits. your eyes had started to roll back and your toes had started to curl even harder. you were close, oh so close, and you both knew it.
the familiar rumble of eddie's truck trumpeted from what sounded like a few houses down. "steeeeve," you let out, ever so close to your orgasm.
his fingers drove impossibly deeper into your cunt, his mouth only parting from you to say, "cum for me, sweetheart."
as if on cue, your orgasm rippled throughout your body, pain and pleasure taking over all of your senses. a moan escaped your lips at the last possible second as the truck turned off outside the fence.
steve left one last open-mouthed kiss on your core before rushing to pull your bottoms back on. "you let them in while i go, uh, fix something in the bathroom."
you giggled, watching as steve padded toward the back door. surprisingly, you managed to compose yourself between the fifteen feet that lied between the pool and the gate, a smile making its way onto your lips as you let your friends in. "hey, guys," you greeted, moving to let the trio in.
mike entered first, while eddie and nancy stepped in behind him, eddie's arm tossed around his girl's shoulders. "you okay?" nancy asked, seemingly having noticed your wobbly legs.
"i'm fine," you answered. "just stood up a little too fast. got a little lightheaded."
steve chuckled as he closed the glass door behind him, making his way inside the house and heading toward the bathroom. if you thought that was lightheaded, just you wait until the after party…
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hey could you do some headcanons plus a little drabble about being bonten!haitani brothers little sister who's in her 3rd year of high-school??
mayhe she drops by to bonten headquarters sometimes when no one is at home and itd be so funny if she was also a raging feminist and talking back to her brothers (and maybe even the other members) if they make any sketchy comments (probably abt the prostitutes in bonten)
Aw Heck yeah I'll do this!
BUT!!! Please keep in mind that I never really watched tokyo revengers, so please bear with me. Anyways I'll try my best!!!
The feminine Haitani Feminist
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Scenario: You are Rika Haitani, the youngest sister of the Haitani, already in your third and hopeflully last year of high-school. Since you know of your two elder brothers daily activities, you visit them at their meeting with Bonten to scold them for not eating with you.
To say that you were angry was an understatement.
You were fuming at the sight of the dusty and dirty apartment you asked your brothers to clean up before leaving for school, but they never listened. Now, as you were heating up the soup you cooked the day prior to eat with your brothers, you called Ran.
"Hello, my sweet sister-" "Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am right now?! I told you guys to clean our home and you and Rindou just up and left!"
"Okay Rika, let's talk about that a little later-" "No, I'm coming over. I know that you two didn't eat shit the moment I left the house."
And after hanging up on him saying something mid-sentence, you turned off the stove and put the soup in metall containers and locking them securely.
It took you a while to get there but you could already make out the many familiar faces of the girls and women working there, and you greeted them all with a smile, but in your head you frowned.
They were doing a dirty job for even dirtier men.
As you knocked on one of the doors you frequented where your brothers were often in meetings, you opened the door after a silent "come in".
And as you were holding the two containers, you saw your two brothers, your frown deepening and Ran giving you uneasy smiles. Rindou frowned right back at you before looking back and forth between you and his older brother. "Rika, what brings you here?", the middle sibling asked dumbfounded, making you look at him.
It seemed like you didn't even aknowledge the other members' existence, because Mikey was looking at the scene unfolding him with a poker face and even though he might have gotten more depressed over the years, he didn't loose his love for drama, even if it was sibling bickering. It was something he couldn't have anymore. So he always watched with slight fondness and longing instead of interfering.
Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey's right hand man as he always dreamt, was looking at you with bewilderment, you interrupted his "king", after all. But seeing the man next to him look at you with something like...fondness? on his face, so Sanzu didn't dare to say anything, fearing that he'd get an angry Mikey like the time he beat up and shaved some Mikey-haters' hairs for Mikey's birthday.
"First off, I told you guys to clean up the apartment before I left for school, and second, you BOTH promised me that you'd eat lunch with me, so why didn't you guys hold your promise?!"
Kakucho was also looking at you, but with slight annoyance. 'Why was this little girl here again? And she just has to be the younger sister of the Haitani brothers, of all people'... Still, he was watching his mouth around Mikey.
"We're sorry Rika, we really didn't want to make you feel forgotten, it's just that-" "You guys were so busy talking about 'Bonten stuff' that you even forget to eat? Tell me, when was the last time you two ate something today?", you unterrupted, looking at your two elder brothers expectingly.
While the two brothers were looking in front of them in shame and you sighing in dissapointment while opening the still hot containers, Takeomi Akashi opened his mouth and letting his inferiority complex speak. "Jeez, letting yourself get belittled by your little sister sure is humiliating, huh? Why don't you tell her to shut her trap so that we can keep going with the meeting, Mikey?", his voice asked, smirking at you smugly while he stroked his ugly beard.
But, you were smiling. "Shutting my trap you say? And who are you to tell me that? Huh?", you asked, your voice bittersweet and your smile too forced. Mikey had a ghost of a smile on his lips, making Sanzu flinch and look at you in amazement.
The pink haired man didn't understand what you did to bring a smile to Mikey's lips, but he sure as hell wouldn't omplain about your sudden visits anymore.
Rindou and Ran were fuming in the meantime. "What did you just say?!", Ran asked, already standing up and Rindou was about to put on some gloves when you snickered and took one container.
"I'm just sayin', she just nags you guys around and brings you food, she might as well become a prostitute like the other women here."
Annndddd, that was the last straw.
As you walked over to him with the containers while staring at him menacingly, takeomi felt slight unease. Why was he feeling so nervous? Were you about to give him something to eat? But there is no spoon-
"AARHRGHRGRH SHIT, Fuck, You FUCKING BITCH!", he screamed as you flung the soup at him, giving him second degree burns, but your glare was ice cold.
There was a long moment off silence, when ignoring the tall man's cry of pain. Sanzu and Kakucho were glad they didn't open their mouths, and Kokonoi was looking at you with wonder in his eyes. Takeomi was at least a whole foot taller and at least ten times stronger than you, and still you had the guts to pour soup on him. You were a brave woman.
Mikey giggled and Sanzu wanted to call the ambulance upon hearing his leader laugh like a child. sanzu also might have gotten scared by your actions, unconsciously touching the scars on the corners of his mouth. Ran laughed his ass off and gasped for air while Rindou stared with an open mouth.
Meanwhile, you were putting the now empty container on the table the men were seated around at, and stepped closer to the guy who was now holding his face. "You know, I don't really like it when people talk about women like that. And do you wanna hear the fucking truth? There wouldn't be no prositutes if no man asked for it. And looking at you, talking about how I could become a prostitute -like the other women here- really makes my blood boil, y'know? Also, aren't you embarrassed for telling that a high-schooler? Let alone the younger sister of your collegues?"
Takeomi had trouble identifying you through the thick liquid threatening to also burn his eyes but when he opened on eye, he was met with a scary grimace of yours with your fist right next to it and in the next moment, he was out cold.
You sighed out before looking at Mikey and bowing in apology. "I'm sorry, Sano Manjiro, for my rude behaviour. I will take my leave now." "Stay. I hadn't had that much fun since I could last remember, Haitani. Please, make yourself comfortable."
And at that, you sat yourself down on Takeomi's stool and he got dragged away by some nameless underlings. Your brothers were giving you and their boss uneasy glances, not sure whether they should do or say something too. The other three conscious men, Kakucho, Kokonoi and Sanzu, were holding respective space from you, also swearing to not step too close to the women working in this facility.
"I'm craving Taiyaki...can someone order food?", Mikey chirped, making you giggle while you took out your phone. "Sure thing! And you two will eat too!", making your elder brothers nod eagerly.
Ran and Rindou didn't know that you could knock somebody like Takeomi out with a single punch, let alone fight.
They'd have to convince whoever was responsible for hiring women for their sinful needs should have a talk with them.
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HEY HEY HEY!!! I hope that was what you were looking for... I tried to make the characters fit their personalities as well but also not too long, because then it'd would have to be a longer story, and yeah. I also wanted Mikey to have a laugh in a while, poor baby. It was actually fun looking up the Bonten characters to be honest!
I hope I'll get more requests like these!
Read you in the next post!!!
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UNKNOWN / NTH — o. tōru x m!reader
sypnosis: self-proclaimed loverboy oikawa tōru always goes out of his way to see you.
warnings: oikawa snuck out, reader & oikawa are in 3rd year of hs here, the term boyfriend used is used in reference to reader but no formal pronouns mentioned, oikawa calls reader sweet angel, baby, babe, and just plain angel, fluff (sickeningly sweet), OIKAWA WITH HIS GLASSES 💘
notes: idc if he's a teenage boy, oikawa smells nice i know it.
At three a.m. exactly, you can hear the loud ricochet of pebbles off your window. You try to ignore it, you really do, but the noises get more aggressive with each passing second. It seems whoever is trying to get your attention isn't letting up.
With a small groan, you sit up and get out of bed. Trudging to your window, you don't even bother to look out of it as you open it. You open your eyes and scan, until it lands on a small brown patch of hair.
Oikawa is staring up at you with a boyish grin. His cheeks are flushed a light pink from the harsh October air and his glasses are slowly slipping down his nose.
"Hi sweetheart," he calls in a hoarse voice, shoving his hands in the pockets of his light blue hoodie, "mind letting me in?"
You can't help the small smile that breaks out on your face as you shut the window. You quickly make your way downstairs and open the door.
When Oikawa comes in, he tries to give you a kiss, but you stop him and point towards the stairs. He only looks at you and nods as you two tiptoe up the steps to your room, holding back shared mischievous giggles.
After you shut the door to your room, Oikawa wraps an arm around you and kisses you sweetly, your own arms loosely wrapping around his neck.
He tastes sweet, like amaretto coffee creamer, something you didn't find yourself enjoying until you met him.
"How is my sweet angel doing, huh?" he whispers against your lips, resting his forehead against his, "Miss me?"
"Tōru, I saw you earlier today," you respond in a giggle, "why are you here so late, huh? Don't you know I'm not supposed to have boys over?"
"What, a guy can't miss his boyfriend? That's blasphemous, babe," he replied with a smirk, letting his arm fall from your chest as he sits on your bed, "...I couldn't sleep." he admitted honestly.
You give him a soft look, turning off the light in your room and laying down on the bed. You open your arms and gesture to him.
He gives you another smile, taking off his glasses and shoes as he makes himself comfortable in your arms. His head resting under your chin while you hold him close.
You buried your face into his hair as you inhaled his scent, finding comfort in the way he smelt like freshly made cinnamon rolls on a cold day.
"I love you," Oikawa whispered against your skin, his eyes shutting whilst you ran your fingers through his hair, letting out a deep content sigh, "I'll never love anyone more than you...you're it for me."
A small giggle escaped past your lips as you put your chin on his head once again, "You're so sappy, Tōru."
"No, no I mean it," he said with conviction, pulling away from your neck and looking you in the eyes, "I love you more than life itself, I don't know what I'd do without you...you're it for me."
"Tōru, don't...don't say that," you replied softly, "love me and life equally...because life can be cruel, but life gave me you, and that's more than I could have ever wanted."
His cheeks flushed crimson as he looked at you, before he let out a laugh, "Geez, and I'm the sappy one...?" he asked, once he calmed down, the serious tone in hiw voice returned, "I just...I don't want to lose you, angel."
"You won't, Kawa," you replied, sticking out your pinkie, "I pinkie promise."
Oikawa looked down at your pinkie and then back up at your face, letting out a small giggle and interlocking his pinkie with yours, "Okay," he proclaimed, "okay, neither of us is going anywhere."
He lifted your interlocked pinkies and placed a gentle kiss on them, and then laid his face in the crook of your neck, giving you one last kiss on your collarbone.
"I love you baby." he whispered, his voice slurring slightly as his eyes becoming heavy with sleep.
"I love you too, 'ru," you whispered back with a small smile, hearing quiet snores in return, "sleep well."
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The 60s
Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Day 9 Prompt: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Summary: Klaus wiped the memory of the love of his life after hundreds of years together to try to protect them from Mikael. Now, however, his ex has their memories back is going to find their boyfriend. Even if he is in someone else's body.
Word Count: 2,215
Category: Angst, Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I was going to kill Klaus Mikaelson.
Unlike the other thousand people who'd probably had that thought in the last week alone, however, mine was actually justified. For hundreds of years, Nik and I had been together, happy, and in love. We'd wandered the world together, side by side, having each other's backs through thick and thin. Out of everyone in the entire world, I was the only one he'd always trusted, completely, without a doubt in mind.
And then Mikael had shown up one time too many.
Nik and I had faced him a few times, and he had firmly held the spot of 'my least favorite Original' for literal centuries. We'd always come out shaken, but fine, until about a hundred and fifty years ago. That time, he'd gotten Nik cornered, so I'd jumped in to save him. Mikael had almost killed me instead.
We'd managed to both make it out alive, thankfully, but Nik had been foaming at the mouth with nerves and fear. I'd tried to calm him down, but it hadn't worked. He'd gotten too scared, so for the first time in our entire relationship, he broke my trust. He compelled me to forget him, and to go somewhere else, far away, where I'd never be put in danger by him and his family again.
It had worked, unfortunately for me. Until recently, when something had happened to break the compulsion and bring my memories back. At first, I'd been terrified that it meant Nik had died. But, after a little investigating and compelling of my own, I realized he'd been body-hopping with the help of witches. Something about it must've shaken his compulsion loose, and allowed me to remember.
It hadn't taken me long to track him down to Mystic Falls, Virginia. I couldn't help being a little proud of myself for finding him so quickly; it helped that I knew him well. I'd arrived in Virginia last night, and managed to track down Nik's exact location and hiding place just as quickly. He'd apparently taken over the body of a history teacher at the local high school. Who would I have been to miss that opportunity?
With a little more compulsion, I'd convinced the front office staff to let me into the teacher's history class. I found a seat to one side of the classroom, then settled in to wait for Nik to show up. I almost blew my cover when, a moment later, the spitting image of Katherine Pierce walked through the door.
I knew he'd come to town for the doppelgänger, but it was still surprising to see someone who looked just like Katherine. Apparently, that lie we'd planted about the Curse of the Sun and the Moon had been working out pretty well. She sat on the other side of the room from me, flirting with another vampire and sitting with her witch friend. I sighed, already ready to leave the classroom, when Nik finally walked in.
The teacher, Alaric Saltzman, was tall, with brown hair, and dressed in something I could almost see Nik wearing normally. He strode through the open door with a "hello class" and went right to his desk like it was any other day. I snorted.
"What... are we learning today?" he mused, flipping through his history book. He hadn't looked up once; hadn't had a chance to see me yet.
"With the decade dance tonight we've been covering the sixties all week," a girl in the front chimed in. Nik looked up.
"Right. The sixties."
For the first time, he turned, and I thought his eyes might finally find me. Instead, they found the doppelgänger—Elena—like a heat-seeking missile.
Understandable, since we didn't think she existed. But still annoying.
He glanced from her to the open classroom door, then turned to the board. I huffed a sigh and rolled my eyes. What was he gonna do, just grab her and run? Much too obvious for his style, and we both knew it.
"The uh... the sixties," he started, mentioning the decade for the third time now as he turned around to write the same words on the board. "...I wish there was something good I could say about the sixties."
I covered a snort with my elbow. I almost raised my hand to say something like "Maybe they would've been better if you'd still had me with you", but that was also too sloppy for my style. Too many students asking questions, seeing me, and too many enemies possibly getting hints about Nik.
"They actually kind of sucked," Nik continued. "Except for the Beatles, of course, they made it bearable."
His eyes strayed to Elena's witch friend, and my heart squeezed in my chest. Nik was recounting memories that didn't include me, when I should've appeared in almost all of them. The hurt was only semi-manageable because I wasn't looking at the love of my life's face while hearing this, too.
"Uh, what else was there? The Cuban Missile... thing. The uh... we walked on the moon, that was, uh... Watergate."
"Watergate was the seventies, Ric," Elena chimed in with a fond smile. "Uh, I mean, Mr. Saltzman."
"Right," Nik continued, a familiar edge to an unfamiliar smile. His eyes never strayed from Elena. "It all kind of... mushes together up here. Sixties, seventies. Thank you, Elena."
I watched him teach the rest of the class in a way that could only be described as 'playing with his food'. He said Elena's name another time or two, savoring it in a way I recognized as him relishing in victory. I was happy to see him happy, but the added side effect of him being so wrapped up in doppelgänger nonsense meant that he still hadn't noticed me.
I tried not to let it get to me. Especially since it had given me the best opening I could've asked for to scare the daylights out of Nik and get just a little bit of payback.
Once the bell rang, I stood and hovered at the edge of the classroom. Nik dismissed everyone and said goodbye to the class, saying a special, specific goodbye to Elena and watching her leave. It wouldn't have been terribly obvious to anyone with no reason to suspect 'Alaric' was not who he said he was, but it was ridiculous to me.
Nik moved to the door to look out into the hallway as the classroom emptied of every single student except for me. He watched Elena go, his back to what he thought was an empty classroom, giving me exactly the opening I wanted. I crossed the room quickly but quietly, using all of my vampire skills to keep him from noticing me until I was right next to him, almost shoulder to shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I said, right into Nik's ear. He'd jumped and spun around at the first word, but now stood frozen, his mouth open in shock as he stared at me. I grinned. "You know, whatever you were planning to do to the doppelgänger. At school. In a human body. While she's surrounded by supernaturals. That's just a bad idea."
"Y/N..." he breathed, voice barely above a whisper. Then, he surged forward, wrapping me tight in his arms and spinning me around in a hug. He moved backwards into the classroom, and I slammed the door with my heel just to avoid any prying eyes.
Nik finally pulled back, eyes wide and a vague smile on his face, like he was happy but didn't actually believe this was real. I smiled back at him, even though he didn't quite look like my Nik, and gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.
"How... how is this possible?" he asked, his voice still quiet, like any loud noise might shatter the moment. "How are you here?"
"I still don't totally know. But I think, when you moved into this... teacher body... it was enough for your compulsion on me to break."
Nik's face fell immediately, as it should have. I frowned, the immediate happiness of finding Nik having worn off.
"I can't believe you did that to me, Nik," I said, taking a step back from him. "It was supposed to be the two of us, through everything. Against everything. No matter what. How could you betray that?"
He gave a frown of pain, taking a half step towards me before thinking better of it.
"You don't understand. My... Mikael... almost killed you. If I'd been the cause of your death-"
"Okay, first of all, you would never be the cause of my death. You know how I know? Because you would never kill me." I stared at Nik long and hard, and although he looked away from my gaze quickly, I never did. "Second, the only person who would've been the cause of my death was Mikael. You are not responsible for a bad person trying to kill me."
"Unless that bad person is trying to kill you to get to me." He said it quietly but firmly, looking up at me with a rueful smile from lowered lashes, like he'd just said some checkmate truth we'd both been avoiding. I put a hand on my hip and glared.
"Actually Nik, no, it's still not your fault. It's the bad person's fault. That's it. And before you start telling me it's your fault for dragging me into it or whatever, I could've left. I didn't want to, and I still don't want to. I've seen every level of crazy your life has to offer, and I'm signing up for all of it.
"And Nik, before you try to tell me how much you'd miss me if you lost me, you did lose me! By letting fear drive you to compel me out of your life. And I also lost you. I guess I've been generally content for the past hundred and fifty years, but I've never been totally satisfied. Because something is missing. I've known total and complete happiness, and it's whenever I'm with you. This immortal life isn't worth living without you, Nik. Don't try to tell me it is."
He stared at me for a few long moments, then pulled me to him again. Unlike the first hug, this time our feet stayed planted firmly on the ground, wrapped tight in the strong hold of each other's embrace. I sighed as Nik rested his head against mine, moving his mouth right next to my ear.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that to you. I was just... terrified at the thought of losing you."
"I know. But Nik, we're nothing if we're not together. I need you to promise me you won't do that again. The two of us, side by side, for eternity. That's it, alright?"
He pulled away, hands holding my arms tight as he stared me straight in the eye.
"I give you my word."
Slowly, a smile spread across my face, a new warmth growing in my chest. Not once, in hundreds of years, had Nik ever broken his word to me. We were going to be okay.
He grinned back at me once he noticed my smile, then leaned in to kiss me. I stopped him, jerking back a bit, and he gave me a concerned look.
"I love you, and I am so happy to see you again, but I'm not kissing you until you're back in your own body. I have no interest in kissing this rando you've possessed."
Nik grinned, and although it wasn't his body or his smile, I swear it looked exactly like it was supposed to.
"Fair enough. I don't think I want you kissing this 'rando' either. What do you say we get out of here, and do what needs to be done so I can get back into my body, break my curse, and kiss you properly?"
"...Not in that order, right?"
"No, not in that order."
"Then deal."
Nik smiled and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as we headed towards the door together. I had no idea what the next part of his plan was, but once I was caught up to speed, I knew we'd be putting it into action shoulder to shoulder again, and all would be right with the world.
"You know, you're a shit teacher," I mused as we headed off into the high school together. Nik shot me a look as he kept leading me towards whatever destination he had in mind.
"Do you remember much interesting information to teach children about the sixties?"
I shrugged. "No. But I could probably fake it better than you. Watergate."
"I was in Australia, Watergate was a low priority."
"I was in Greenland, so... checkmate."
He just shook his head, a smile finding its way onto his face all the same. I was the only one in the world Nik trusted endlessly, the only one who could find him in a matter of days no matter where he was in the world, and the only one who could get away with giving him shit with absolutely no repercussions. And now that I had him and my memories back, I was never letting him go.
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Angry bird
Summary: After a tough match where Gavi got two yellow cards and was sent off the field, he comes home clearly annoyed and you try your best to calm him down.
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader
Warnings: none/ really cute little story <3
Gavi's POV
Third time! Third bloody time they tackled and pushed me to the ground and the referee still wasn't stopping the game.
I have already gotten one yellow card at the very beginning of the game with warning that I was playing "too sharp"? Like did the guy ever consider that I was center midfielder? Like it's my job to stop any possible attacks, tf!?
"Are you seeing this!?" I asked Pedri who rushed to me sitting on the grass with my hands up in disbelief. He helped me up rubbing my shoulders and remind me to stay calm.
"Tranqui!" he kept repeating as we walked but I was so fed up with being pushed around meanwhile punished for doing my job to the best of my ability.
The next time I ran with the ball towards their goal, one of their defenders clearly pushed me with with all his strength and I landed once again with my face on the grass clenching my jaw in anger.
I sat down looking around at the referee who wasn't planning on stopping the game, and all of the sudden I felt someone pull my jersey from behind.
That was the last straw and I jumped to my feet marching towards the player receiving another yellow card before being sent off the field.
"I was doing my job! He provoked me!" I said to Xavi who patted my head and walked me to the bench.
"You are a threat, kid. They know and want to get you out. You have to calm down." Xavi said to me while I ran my fingers through my wet hair before drinking the whole water bottle.
We lost the game and I felt like it was all my fault for letting them get to me. I felt like I disappointed my teammates who kept repeating that my reaction was understandable.
"We will get them next time, hermano. Don't stress about it" Pedri said tapping my shoulder before we departed to our separate cars and I drove home.
I moved out of my parent's house when I turned 18 and now live with my girlfriend of one year. I always felt horrible when I brought my anger from the pitch home but this was deifiantelly one of those nights and I couldn't help it.
Your POV
I knew when I watched Gavi being sent away from the pitch that he was going to be in a horrible mood once he gets home. I had an exam this morning which is why I couldn't watch the game in person but I caught the glance at the very end.
I was sad that Barca ended up loosing but what got me really worried was that I could see the prominent bruise around Gavi's eye even on the TV screen . Sometimes I wished he didn't have to play center midfielder due to all the often injuries.
"I'm home, amor" I heard his husky voice from the hallway and I yelled back that I was in the kitchen. I decided to make our favorite dinner pasta in hopes of cheering him up a little bit.
He walked in snaking his strong arms around my boy from behind and placing his chin on my shoulder while I stirred the sauce. We just stood there for a few moments in comfortable silence before he finally found the strength to talk.
"I missed you so much today...it's been a bad day" he said pouting as I turned around cupping his adorable face in my hands and kissing his lips a few times.
Once I pulled away, I started inspecting his eye while he reassured me that it was all alright and that he was going to be just fine. He took my hand from his face and kissed my palm before kissing each knuckle softly.
"Let me at least clean it up for you and then we can eat some pasta, okay?" I said and he looking into my eyes with his puppy dog ones while nodding his head. He was so adorable like this that I couldn't help but smile wide while going to grab a first aid kit.
"Alright, come here and sit" I said and he walked to the sofa plopping down and looking up at me. I stood between his legs putting some alcohol onto the gauze while he pulled my hips down so that I was sitting on his lap while cleaning his wound.
Gavi's POV
She was so focused on cleaning my wound but I felt playful wincing in exaggeration making her pull away and look me in the eyes to check if I was alright. The next time I did it with a laugh and she realized that I was joking around lightly slapping my shoulder before I pulled her in for a longer kiss.
"Alright my angry bird. You are all done." she said collecting the bloody gauze about to get up from my lap but I wouldn't let her making her sign and snake her arms around my shoulders.
"What is it, Gavinho?" she said and I smiled to the nickname she choose tucking a piece of her blond hair behind her ear while looking into her warm brown eyes.
"Thank you for making me feel better, princesa. Te amo." I said seeing her cheeks blush and her smile grow. I always felt proud when I was the reason for that gorgeous smile on her face.
"Te amo, baby. Come on, let's eat some pasta " she said standing up and taking my hand pulling me towards the kitchen.
I sat down and she placed the filled plate in front of me before sitting across and we both started to eat the delicious meal. When we were done, she was about to get up to clean the dishes but I stopped her hugging her there in the middle of our kitchen.
"I have to clean this up, Gavinho." she said after a few minutes of silence and I shook my head puling away slowly.
"You made dinner for us, and I will clean the dishes tomorrow. But now, can we just watch a movie and cuddle? I really need to rest" I said with a pleading look that I knew she could never say 'no' to and she smiled nodding her head before we left to the living room.
We laid down on the couch and I rested between her thighs resting my head on her chest while she instinctively started playing my hair and massaging my scalp which was exactly what I needed in that moment. No pressures and worries. Just me and my girl alone together at our home where we are happy. I felt her kiss my head as I slowly started drifting to sleep.
Your POV
"Are you feeling better, amor?" I asked after half an hour smiling down at Gavi who looked so cute when he was exhausted and needy like this. It warmed my heart when he would just be vulnerable with me like this.
"Mhm...can we just sleep here tonight? I don't want to move.." his voice was husky and I could tell that he was already half asleep. I told him it was alright and he kissed my neck before nuzzling his nose and sighing in relaxation.
Gavi was long asleep when my phone rang quietly and I answered to Pedri on the other line.
"How is he feeling, amiga?" Pedri said and I smiled looking down at Gavi's peaceful face while he slept on my chest with no worry in the world.
"Angry bird is finally asleep. Thank you for checking in, Pepi" I said before we hung up and I got comfortable ready to get some well deserved sleep with the love of my life.
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Here's a Loki request for you. This is from one of my fluffiest chapters of my old Loki series:
You and Loki have just had your first baby. You're resting one night, and you wake up and hear Loki's voice coming from the baby's room. When you sneak up to the open door, you overhear him pouring his heart out to your little one.
Sleepless night
PAIRING | Dad!Husband!Loki x Wife!Avenger!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | ~ 950 words
SUMMARY | You and Loki have just had your first baby. You're resting one night, and you wake up and hear Loki's voice coming from the baby's room. When you sneak up to the open door, you overhear him, pouring his heart out to your little one.
WARNING(S) | None.
A/N | Thank you so much for this request @avengersfantasies! I hope you will enjoy the route I took with this, I love all fluffy goodness with our favorite God of Mischief 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚
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It's been a few days since you've given birth to your beautiful baby boy, Phoenix Lokison, and the two of you couldn't be any happier. It was a difficult delivery, but you would do it repeatedly if it means you can meet him again for the first time.
Because it has been such a difficult one, you had to stay in the hospital to ensure everything went okay. It's not every day someone gives birth to a half-god.
As soon as the two of you got the all-clear, all three of you went home, and you could finally enjoy life with your little angel. Or half-god.
Your arrival at the Avengers Compound went smoothly, mainly because the nursery was prepared before your little boy was born.
All of the Avengers helped set it up; some built the furniture in the room, Steve painted a gorgeous mural with a phoenix on the wall, and others made it feel cozier with plushies, books, and all those sorts of things.
And now that he is finally home, none of them could wait to meet your bundle of joy, but you were still exhausted, and Loki could tell without you needing to say a single word.
''Come on, Princess,'' Loki says as he guides you to your room in the Compound, hoping no one will interrupt you on your way to bed. Apparently, That luxury is unavailable today because you've barely gotten inside the door before Thor notices you three.
''Ah, there's the beautiful family!'' he thunders, and for a few long seconds, you're afraid he woke up Phoenix, but he stays very asleep in your arms.
''Thor, please. We will see you later, but right now I need to rest, and he just fell asleep, so we would like him to sleep a little longer,'' you tell him, and he walks away after apologizing profusely.
After that, there are no more incidents, and when you arrive in your bedroom, you sit down on the bed, letting Loki take Phoenix out of your arms and put him into his little crib.
''He looks perfect, and it's amazing how much he looks like you,'' Loki tells you, and you couldn't agree more. Though he has his dad's long hair, his face is almost a carbon copy of yours.
''He's the perfect mix of both of us,'' you whisper as you let Loki help you undress, ensuring you're still doing okay before putting on an oversized sleep shirt and crawling under the comforter.
''You're doing so well, Princess. Please, get some well-deserved rest while I clean up the apartment a bit,'' your husband tells you as he tucks some loose hairs behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your temple while you slowly drift off to sleep.
It doesn't take Loki too long before he finishes cleaning the entire apartment, and when he's done, he decides to sit in the nursery and enjoy watching his son.
Phoenix has woken up by now, so Loki picks him up and sits down in the rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth as the two of them enjoy each other's company.
Not long after, you wake up and hear sounds coming from the nursery, but after your initial alertness, you realize it's Loki who's talking, and you calm down immediately.
Honestly, I still find it hard to believe she agreed to marry me. But I thank her every single day for it. She has made my life a whole lot better, and I'm very thankful for her,'' you hear Loki tell your son.
You crawl out of bed and walk over to the nursery, but you stay around the corner to avoid interrupting his bonding time with his son.
''I remember our first meeting like it was yesterday. She was buying a book as a present, and I was looking for new books. When she accidentally bumped into me, she had the cutest expression on her face, and I never looked back since,'' he says, looking back fondly at the memory.
At this point, you had moved to stand in the doorway of the nursery, just enjoying the two of them in their perfect glory. This comes naturally to Loki as if he has done it countless times before.
Your heart almost leaps out of your chest out of pure joy and love when he says the following words.
''Sometimes I'm still in awe of her, how perfect she is in everything she does. During missions, outside of them, when she carried and protected you all these months, it's like everything comes so natural to her, and I'm so in love with her, I can't even begin to explain it,'' Loki says, and Phoenix looks at him with intent in his eyes.
When he lets out a small yawn, you can't help but chuckle, which notifies Loki of your presence in the room.
''It appears your stories bore him to sleep; maybe you should tell him how much you love me more often,'' you joke as you walk into the room.
''I don't mind. He deserves to know how beautiful, amazing, thoughtful, loving, and sweet you are, Princess,'' Loki says before capturing your lips in the sweetest, softest kiss.
''I love you too, Bubs,'' you say before taking Phoenix from his arms.
''It's feeding time, and I feel like I'm about to burst, so I hope this little Munchkin has a lot of hunger,'' you say as you sit down in the rocking chair Loki just got out of.
''I love you, Princess. And thank you again for giving me the most precious little human I could have ever wished for. He is perfect,'' Loki says as Phoenix latches on and starts drinking immediately, indeed very hungry.
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Long Distance (e.o)
Requested ❤️
Lizzie x Fem Reader
GirlxGirl
Y/ns POV:
I wash up my plate as I watch my phone like an excited child its 6:30pm meaning my girlfriend will be calling any minute its 10pm where she is at the moment on location, I dry my dish as I wait for the call after 5 minutes my phone rings with the facetime call.
Me: babyyy I've missed you so much.
Lizzie: I've missed you too, how was your day today baby.
Me: it was great work was chill I hung out with one of my new co workers Jane she's awesome.
I say with a smile as I look at lizzie her smile doesn't seem proper maybe I'm over thinking
Lizzie: that's good did you eat.
Me: yeah I just had dinner just finished 15 minutes ago, how is work going liz.
Lizzie: ugh good yeah just really tired I wish I was with you though.
Me: yeah me too me too.
After an hour on the phone we hang up and I have a huge smile on my face lizzie said she's coming to visit next week she has 2 weeks off and I couldn't be more excited about it I decided to go for a shower then bed and fall asleep with a huge smile on my face.
4 days later:
"So you have any plans for this weekend y/n" I look up from my food and smile sweetly "actually I don't do you wanna do something" I ask Jane as she grins "yessss lets go dancing and let loose" she says excitedly as I giggle "ok so tomorrow night I'll meet you at the club?" I say and nods "yes definitely " we continue to eat our lunch as my phone rings I look and notice lizzies name causing me to smile "Jane ill be right back I have to take this my girlfriend is calling" I stand up and walk away to answer.
Me: Hey baby is everything ok
Lizzie: yeah I just missed your voice babygirl how is work.
Me: yeah we're on lunch just now I'm going to the club tomorrow night with JaneAll I hear is silence for bit
Me: lizzie are you there liz baby
Lizzie: yeah sorry I'm here thats great as long as you have fun princess
Me: oh you no I will but hey I can't wait to see you on Monday I'm counting down the hours
Lizzie: me to princess I can't wait to just chill with you go out and most importantly have you in my arms.
Me: oh god me to baby I can't wait shit hey baby I gotta go I gotta get back to work ill text you later have fun filming.
With that I quickly hang up and rush back up to the office and get back towork after a few hours it's home time I quickly head home and throw myself on the couch oh jeez its been a long day I decided to just have grilled cheese for dinner I can't be bothered cooking once I eat I head up to my room and throw myself onto the bed and open tik tok must have fell asleep though because I'm being woke up to the sound of my alarm I roll over and groan getting up to shower and brush my teeth I get dressed for work and head to my car.
Me: Good morning baby I hope you have a great day still counting the hours down till your here but I'm heading to work so I'll text you again later
I put my phone down and drive to work as I pull up my phone beeps causing me to smile when I see her name on my phone
Lizzie♥️: Good morning princess I hope you have a great day at work and don't get to drunk tonight ill text you later beautiful
I smile and walk into the building to get my work done at lunch Jane comes running over to me "dude you still on for tonight" she says excited "yeah of course haha I'm looking forward to it ill meet you at the club at 8" she jumps up and down a little making me laugh.
after a long day its finally time to head home I need to go and pick an outfit.
2 hours later:
I finish putting the last touches to my make up and admire myself in the mirror I do look pretty hot if I do say so myself I went with tight black dress and black heels decided light make up and curly hair I grab my phone and take a full body picture and decide to send it to lizzie.
Me:*1 image attached* baby do I look ok
Not even a minute later my phone dings
Lizzie: Wow wow wow you look fucking sexy baby not gonna lie I'm hella jealous right now if anyone looks at you a little to long punch them in the face for me babygirl😳
I giggle at her text blushing slightly
Me: Baby no one's going to look at me and even if they did let them I have the best girlfriend in the world I don't need nor want anyone else but you your eyes and your staring are the only ones that matter to me
I spray some perfume and head out getting into my car and driving towards the club after 20 minutes I arrive right on time I park up and head to the front of club and see Jane "wow you look amazing" she says as we hug and head inside.
4 hours later:
"Oh my gosh that was so fun I yell to Jane" she nods and agrees we head outside and I call an uber "I haven't been out in a while and I had so much fun thank you Jane" she looks at me and smiles "same thanks for coming with me" we part ways heading into our own ubers after 20 minutes and a stop to Mcdonalds I'm home I decided to drunken facetime my girlfriend while I munched my Mcdonalds we spend roughly 2 hours on facetime before I passed out
Time skip to Monday
Work was boring today maybe its because lizzie gets here in the next hour and I'm counting down I get to finish in 10 minutes so I can pick her up once I finish I practically run to my car and head towards the airport my excitement rushing through my veins after 15 minutes I arrived at the airport I get out and stand against my car patiently waiting after a few minutes I spot her walking towards me with a huge smile I jump up and down and run towards her screaming with excitement as I jump into her arms she catches me and we both squeal in joy holding eachother tight "I missed you so fucking much" i mumble into her neck as she holds me tighter "I missed you to princess" we stood holding eachother for 10 minutes before I took her bag and put it in the trunk then opened her door for her "thank you baby" she smiles fuck I've missed her smile so much Irun to my side and start to drive to my house her hand automatically rests on my thigh making my thoughts run wild I haven't seen her in 6 months so its been 6 months of no action I pull into my drive and get out running round to open her door "there you go baby" she giggles and smiles as we walk inside she plops down on the couch and I follow instantly cuddling upto her "fuck I've missed you" I mumble but loud enough for her to hear"I've missed you too beautiful" she says as she plays with my hair I Bury my face in her chest and bask in the feeling of being in her arms and her playing with my hair I let out a content sigh this is perfect.
AN: ok this is gonna be a 2 parter I didn't think it would be this long but this part is basically just leading up to them being together again part 2 will have the action if it sucks I'm sorry lmao hope your all good and stay hydrated people I feel like I've not wrote in months
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angel | a.b
pairing: soft!dom!austin x sub!reader
warnings: smut, hair pulling, choking
w/c: 1.8k
summary: It was austin's and yours one year anniversary, so when you give him a hoddie with a picture of you where you look like an angel, he decides to fuck you like one.
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You were jumping up and down with a smile written all over your slightly red face as soon as you saw what finally arriver today in the mail. You were beyond happy that it arrive exactly on your and Austin's one year anniversary day. But you quickly had to swallow your happy squeal down and stop jumping because Austin was just in his office next door while you were standing in the bedroom you two share with his probably favorite gift ever in your hands.
It was way softer and cozier than you imagined to be honest and the picture was also much better quality than you though it would be.
You quickly threw your shirt over your head before you positioned yourself infront of the mirror in just your bra and a Grey sweatpants as you put the custom black hoddie over your head.
You gasped with a open mouth and wide eyes as you turned around and took a look at the backside of the hoddie that was way to big for you but the perfect size for Austin.
On the back of it was a beautiful picture of you in white lacy underwear, wearing a plastic halo on your head while you were on your knees but the picture was taken by you from the side so you could perfectly see your ass but also your tits in that soft almost angelic lazy bra. Your hands gently placed on your lap while you turned your head away so you weren't able to see your face, only your body looking better than ever.
You slowly put the hood of it over your head so you could take a look at the beautiful halo that was perfectly placed on your head, your hair falling into all the right places over your shoulder.
"he's gonna love this." you mumbled to yourself with a smirk before you put the hood down again and quickly put your shirt back on and placed the hoodie in a pretty black bag and hide it in the back of your closet so your boyfriend couldn't find it and take a peek at his present.
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"Austi! Food is done!" you yelled from the kitchen with the black bag standing on the table were the pasta was already placed at.
Austin came down the stairs with matching grey sweatpants and a simple white short sleeved shirt hanging loosely on his body with a smile on his lips and to your surprise a big bouquet of rosa roses in his hands. You looked at him with a pout before you answered,
"Awww, you didn't needed to baby, come here." you waved your hands in your direction, signaling him to come into your embrace as you opened your arms with a smile and closed eyes.
Austin chuckled loudly before he hugged you tightly as he put his chin on top of your head and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Right after you two let go of each other, he handed you the beautiful roses and you took them with a blush covering your cheeks and a tiny smile.
"Thank you aus, I love you." You told him after you put the flowers in a vase and waddled back to him to give him a quick peck on his cheek.
"Let's sit down and eat baby, shall we?" Austin whispered as he took your hand and guided you to the well decorated table. His smile only growing bigger as soon as he notices the black bag standing on top of it. He pointed with his pointer finger at himself before he spook up,
"This for me angel?" he looked at your with pure excitement over his Visage, austin loooooved gifts but he would never admit it to be honest. You nodded with your head while you also had a smile and tiny smirk on your face while you waited almost impatiently for his reaction, knowing he most likely doesn't expect it.
He grabbed it and opened it with a big smile before he took the black hoodie out of the bag and looked at it with a gaze that basically said 'I have no idea what to say' but your sure he would say enough as soon as he would turn the hoddie around and spot the back of it.
You looked at him as you bit your lip before he turned it around and took a look at the back of it.
And then his jaw drooped.
He stared at the unholy picture of you printed on the back of his new soft hoodie with awe in his eyes, genuinely speechless as he put the hoodie in one of his hands and traced his fingertips slowly over the picture before his open mouth turned into a lopsided smile.
"babe, I-" he wanted to say something but he felt like his breath got taken away once again as soon as he lifted the hood of the hoodie and saw the halo sitting cutely on the top of your head while your face was turned away from the camera.
"You like it?" you asked him kinda nervously now, gazing at your boyfriends face while his thumb was gently gliding over your hips and ass while he bit his lip before he finally looked at you.
"fucking hell." he shook his head before he gazed up at the ceiling with a deep chuckle leaving his mouth.
"please tell me you like it." you kinda mumbled to yourself but also to Austin with a nervous smile.
"like it? Baby, I love it! This is literally the best and also hottest present I've ever got, come here." he told you deeply with open arms before you hugged him tightly.
"You look so fucking good on that picture angelface, so good for me." he whispered in your ear before he kissed the top of your head and let go of you again. After that Austin took the hoodie and quickly threw him over his head, desperately trying him on.
He took quick steps towards the big mirror you two got in your loving room and after you heard him gasping loudly and muttering a tiny 'fuuuuck' to himself, he came jogging back into the kitchen were you were still standing and hastily picked your body up into in arms. He didn't say anything, he just kissed you messily with a little groan that didn't go unnoticeable by you.
He grazed his thumbs over you tights and moaned into the open mouth kissed you two shared wildly as you hands were running over his neck and cheeks like you were touch each other for the first time again.
Austin quickly shoved a couple of kitchen utensils that were still laying on the counter top in the kitchen down onto the floor and not so gently placed you on the counter while he went to get your clothes off.
Austin let a moan and even a tiny whine escape as soon as he saw you wearing that same white lacy bra that you are wearing on that picture. He quickly went to work and slid your and right after that, his sweatpants down before he grabbed the back of your neck and roughly pulled your neck towards his mouth so he could attack it with kisses and little love bites.
"smell so good angel, so sweet." he whispered into your neck while you got rid of your panties and he got quickly rid of his brief.
"fucking angelic body you have, you hear me? angelic, like I'm in heaven." he mumbled as he looked down at your small figure before he grabbed both of your hips and put you down onto the floor and turned you around so you were facing the wall and not him.
Austin swiftly pushed your body forward by your back and leaned down to your ear,
"can't belive I have the honor to fuck an literal angel now, gonna fuck you so good I swear-"
His own words were cut of by him entering your already wet pussy from behind before you moaned loudly with closed eyes and an open wide mouth as austin positioned his forehead on the back of your head and started to move his hips in steady but fast movements, not really giving you any time to adjust.
Austin looked down at where the two of you were connected and chuckled quitely before he grabbed your hair in his fist and grabbed with his other hand your right thigh. He put a quick bit gently peck on your shoulder blade before he spoke up,
"lift your leg up."
You obeyed him and lifted your leg and placed it on the counter, immediately noticing how much the position changed with that simple move, austin also moaning louder as soon as he hit your spot deeper in your drenched cunt.
"there we go baby, there we go." he nodded along while saying those words as he licked his lips and threw his head back.
You scratched with your fingernails the counter top while you were a whining and moaning mess, teary-eyed turning your head and catching Austin's eyes and yours and his fucked out state.
He quickly leaned forward and grabbed your chin with his hand and kissed your lips so delicately with a smirk painted on his lips before he roughly turned your head back into position by your chin and slowly slid his hand down towards your throat.
"good girl, such a good little girl you are for me, looking like an angel but loves to get fucked like some cheap street whore, hmm."
You moaned and whimpered loudly at his words, desperately trying to touch anything, to hold onto anything while you felt your orgasm creeping closer.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head so you only noticed when Austin was squeezing your hand that we was actually holding it, intertwining your finger together and rubbing your clit and slow but strong circles with the other one. Forehead pressed once again onto the back of your, mouth hovering beautifully over your ear.
"You know I love you right?" he leaned down and whispered in your ear from behind while he slowed his movements but went harder with each thrust sending your body forward with a groan each time. You nodded with your head as he pushed the hair out of your face.
"Yeah, of course you do" he whispered before he grabbed the back of your neck again and pushed your head roughly onto the counter top but laying his hand on it so your head wouldn't hit the counter but his soft hand, still protecting you and taking care of you.
You came with a cry of his name and an already hoarse throat while austin squeezed his hand with yours and groaned deeply and loudly into your ear from behind before he stopped his hips.
You two just breathed for a while, obviously trying to catch your breath after a moment like this, full of roughness and fucking but still loving and taking care of each other. He kissed your head one last time before he muttered,
"happy anniversary."
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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)
PT 16
A.n—Hey, y'all, this is gonna be a very, very slow burn. I already have some chapters written, so I will probably fire them quickly. It will be toxic, with angst, smut, and everything you can possibly think of. It happens.
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y/n’s POV
The week went by fast, I had training everyday and school. I basically had not seen the boys besides school. It's finally Friday and I'm getting out of training for the week, my competition is tomorrow at five like a hour away and I cannot wait. For tonight though, me and the boys are going to a party and I could not be more excited to let off some steam with my favorite people.
I pulled into my driveway just in my leotard rushing to get into my house to get ready, “Y/N!” Matt yells from the kitchen. “Yes Matthew” I say walking into the kitchen seeing them spread out around the kitchen with my dad, Chris jumped up running over to my basically picking me up off the ground spinning me in a hug “Oh how I have missed you” I giggled till he finally put me down “Love you ladies, I'm going to get ready” I ran up my stairs grabbing the outfit I had already laid out the night before, I put on my blue flared jeans and a light pink cropped top, I let my hair just stay in the loose curls I had done in the morning. I ran downstairs slipping on my white platform converse before walking into the kitchen again. “Okay, I need to eat something or else Ill be to fucked up” I said as my dad started laughing at me “I love how you think honey” My dad moved showing me a box of my comfort food, Pepperoni and Mushroom pizza. “I LOVE YOU” I said walking over and picking up a piece, you would never think an old run down little pizza spot could make the most delicious food ever. “You guys are gross for that” Nick said, making a disgusted face at the mushrooms “Oh its sooo good I swear” I said basically in heaven from the greasy mushrooms I was picking off the pizza. “Just hurry up and eat your disgusting food, the party started twenty minute ago” Chris said standing up to go get his shoes on, I had a long practice today because its the last day before the competition.
“I call shotgun” I said pulling Chris’ arm as he sat in the front seat “Chris get out, she called it fair and square” Matt said turning the keys to the van “You guys are honestly so annoying” Chris huffed standing up and getting in the backseat, I jumped in turning around flashing Chris a smile as he rolled his eyes. I plugged my phone into the aux and turning on DnF by P. Reign, it's basically my pre-party anthem. I sang the whole thing looking at Matt when the chorus, the words being “We should just get drunk and fuck” I giggled when the song ended and Matt was practically glaring at me knowing her couldn't do anything with his brothers right behind us. The next song to come on was IV. Sweatpants by childish Gambino, I had practically forgotten how good my pre-game playlist was.
We finally made it to the party and it was a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere, Parties like this made me a little nervous. When it was someone I didn't know personally and it was a friend of a friends, Yes I would know everyone there but not personally knowing the person who owned the house stressed me out never knowing who they really were. Dramatic I know. Matt had his hand on the small of my back as we walked in “Y/N!” Olivia yelled running up to me, seeing her immediately calmed my nerves “Lets go take shots” she said grabbing my hand dragging me away from the boys “Perfect” I yelled following behind her.
4,7,10 Shots in, who actually knows. All I do know is Im sitting in a circle with a bunch of people playing spin the bottle and it was some blonde bimbo’s turn, She has been trying to flirt with Matt all night long. She quickly pinned the bottle and it landed on Matt. Of fucking Course. I felt my face get hot extremely fast and all I could feel was anger and she crawled towards us on her ugly knees. She kissed him and he kissed her back which made me even madder. “My. Turn.” I said grabbing the bottle as the girl sat back down. I span it not even looking at Matt. With my luck it landed on some cute guy I had seen around school but didn't know. I did the same dumb crawl she did and kissed the guy for probably only thirty seconds before Matt grabbed me by the belt loop sitting me down next to him “My turn” Matt said spinning the bottle. This carried on for another twenty minutes and both me and Matts annoyance grew for each other as we kissed other people.
After probably another five shots, I was tapped out laying down on the couch “Cmon, pickle. You have your competition tomorrow” Chris said picking me up bridal style “No Chris please” I slurred ready to pass out in his arms “You’ll thank me tomorrow.” As soon as he sat me down in the car I laid my head on nicks lap and it was like all the lights in the world went out and I was sleeping in an instant.
I wake up the next morning, thanking god I had no hangover for todays comp. “DAD WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN A HOUR” I yell out my door as I quickly turning around to my run into my shower. The boys already down the stairs as I could hear their voices with my fathers. I quickly wash my hair and body, shaving over to make sure I am perfectly smooth. I get out of the shower drying my body and throwing on my robe, I sit down at my vanity and begin drying my hair to I can do the hairstyle me and Rich had decided on. I did two French braids while my hair was parted down the middle and tying the braids into a perfectly tight bun. I put a glitter mist over my hair wants to have it gleam a little bit while I was on the ice, I decided on a gray winged eyeliner to match my outfit for todays comp, I finished off my make up look with some lip gloss and checked the time, I had fifteen minutes to get into that car. I slipped into my leotard which was beautiful, a gray skirted bottom, it had a v shape between my boobs covered by sheer fabric and rhinestones skittered across it. I slipped on a zip up and ran down the stairs with my bag in hand “Okay let's go!” I yell, everyone else got up behind following out to my dads truck. I got in the front and turned to face the boys “Sorry ladies but I will be listening to music this entire time” I turned around putting on my beats and starting my music before closing my eyes, Its how I prepare. Completely drowning myself in music and ignoring everything in the world.
“Y/N LETS GO” Rich said grabbing my arm as soon as I entered the building “They bumped you up, we are next” I slipped off my sweatshirt and quickly placed on my skates as we stood outside the entrance of the rink, “You got this!” Rich kissed my forehead before my name was announced.
I enter the ice with gentle elegance. I begin with slow, graceful movements, tracing intricate patterns on the ice. As the music crescendos, I transition into a series of spins, my movements fluid and precise. I execute a combination of camel spins and sit spins. With the music picking up pace, I launch into a series of jumps, showcasing my athleticism and artistry. Finally execute a flawless double toe loop followed by a soaring triple salchow. As the music takes on a playful tone, I transition into intricate footwork sequences, weaving effortlessly across the ice with intricate step sequences and twizzles. My movements are light and nimble. As the music softens, I slow my movements, gliding gracefully across the ice in a final series of spirals and arabesques. With a flourish, I come to a gentle stop at the center of the ice, their arms outstretched in a triumphant pose.
The stadium started clapping and I smiled as I skated off the ice, “Beautiful. It was perfect!” Rich wrapped his arms around me as I continued smiling at the fact I could pull it off so well after a night of drinking and being pushed up with no time to stretch. “I have to go find my dad and the triplets! I'll see you for voting!” I hugged rich back before slipping off my skates and placing my Tasman's back on. I was nervous for the boys reaction, the only other person who had ever seen my skate that mattered was Haylee. I decided I would just wait and not over think what they would think.
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JET STAR ONE SHOT FROM MY WATTPAD!!
I love the killjoys sm and i write killjoy fic on my wattpad, but I wanted to share some of the shorter one shots I have written from a collection I made called "Fabulous Killjoy Questions" where it's like a interview thing, where the question is asked to all of them, What is a day you will NEVER forget the answers varied from worst days to meeting a new friend to spending all day with the ones they love.
Here is Jet Star's answer
TW:// VIOLENCE,BLOOD,WEAPONS
Huh, I never thought about that. There have been lots of good days and lots of bad ones. I try to let the good days outweigh the bad. But I'll tell the story people ask about the most, and one that really weighs on me today. The day I lost vision in my left eye was one of the crappiest days ever. We were out on a Drac stakeout, nothing out of the ordinary. Girl had brought a book with her and I was helping her read it. It wasn't school but she picked up fast and she's a great reader now. Anyways, we were sitting around when a shot was fired right above our heads. We got up and there were about ten Dracs...and four of us. We started fighting them and it was going pretty good. I got two of them then on the third they punched me in the chest, completely unexpectedly I fell backwards and had the wind knocked out of me.
They stood over me and fired trying to get a point blank shot in my head. I tried knocking the Blasta out of their hand but it ended up firing right into my eye socket. The adrenaline kept me from feeling it for several minutes. I kicked them back and managed to get up before ghosting them. At that same moment Kobra got the last one. I sighed and felt what I thought was sweat dripping down my face and went to wipe it away. I pulled my hand away and saw the blood and that's when I felt it. I sat down and kept wiping the blood off my face, the others had not noticed yet. My hands were shaking and I started to panic as the pain and fear kicked in. It was one of the worst pains I've ever experienced. Kobra was the first to notice.
" Guys! Something's wrong with Jet." He rushed to my side. My hair was in front of my face and he couldn't see what had happened yet. Kobra knelt next to me.
" What's wrong?" He asked me moving my hair to see my face.
" Holy shit! Poison, get the med kit!" He said upon seeing the extent of the injury. I don't think I really said more than a few words at that point. It hurt so bad I couldn't think enough to answer anything they asked. I don't remember a lot right after that. I remember seeing Ghoul who was standing a good distance back from the scene holding Girl who was clearly very upset. I remember Poison pressing gauze into my eye and trying to kick him away from me.
After that I think I passed out for a bit. I remember getting back to the diner where the brothers sat me propped up against the bathtub so they could finish patching up my eye. Poison did most of the work and Kobra was just there for support I guess.
" Want me to tie your hair back?" He asked me quietly. I nodded in response. He got a blue scrunchy hair tie I used when working on the car and put my hair in a loose bun. Poison finished cleaning it out. At this point I couldn't open my eye if I wanted to because it was swollen shut.
" Can you see anything Jet?" Poison asked
I closed my uninjured eye and managed to slightly pry my eye open. Nothing. No light. No shapes. Nothing. Just darkness.
" No." I said. I came to the realization that I was now partially blind and I wasn't even 30.
" I'm- Blind." I said clenching my fists.
Kobra took my hand and un-balled my fists to hold it.
'I'm gonna die aren't I?" I asked knowing that any kind of disability was a major weak point in the zones and most people were easy BL/I targets and didn't live long.
" How can I fight in firefights with one eye?" I asked again while tears poured out of my good eye. (Great I can't even produce tears from that one now)
Poison wrapped his arms around me.
" Jet, I promise you're not gonna die." He said, his voice breaking.
" You'll Still fight as good as before and we won't let anything happen to you." he continued while Kobra squeezed my hand tighter.
" I love you guys." I cried
" We love you too Jet Star." They said almost in unison.
After a few more hugs and reassurance Poison put a sticky patch over my eye until I could get a reusable one. Kobra helped me up and helped me to my bed where I was promptly greeted by Girl. I sat on the edge of my mattress and picked her up to sit next to me.
" You alright sunshine?" I asked
She sniffled before turning to hug me. I hugged her back.
" I'm fine. But you're not." she said sadly
She hugged me for a few minutes before I yawned. Near death experiences sure are tiring. She suddenly got up and ran out of the room.
" Huh... That's weird." I thought while taking off my shoes before laying down.
A few seconds later she came running back in with her teddy bear and hello kitty blanket
She climbed in bed next to me and held out the bear.
" Ghoul helped me do this." She said, showing off the piece of fabric stuck to the bear's eye.
" He looks like you, so you won't be sad." She said proudly
Suddenly I didn't feel too bad about my eye. I smiled and kissed her forehead.
" Thank you." I said
" You're welcome." She said laying the bear next to me and covering me in the hello kitty blanket
" Berry will keep you company." she explained
" Have a good nap Jet. I love you." she said before running off again.
While that was a pretty crappy day I am so grateful to have my little found family to look after me in the worst situations. I know I can always count on them.
THE END! I'll post other ones here too, but if u wanna read ahead my wattpad in linked on my pinned post (:
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Title: All of Me is Yours
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Rating: E
Tags: 18+ explicit smut, butt plug, rough sex, spontaneous sex, public sex, sleep sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky, daddy kink, dirty talk
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"Now, we'll keep this here," Steve says like he's instructing a class on a school project but really he's pushing a butt plug into Bucky's stretched hole. "That way, I can use this hole anytime I want."
Steve pats Bucky's ass making the plug bounce inside him and Bucky pushes back on instinct, already wanting Steve to pull it out and fill him up again. Steve chuckles, pushing him forward.
"When I want," he reminds. It sends a thrill through Bucky.
They've talked about this at length but today is the first time they're putting it into action. It's simple really. Steve fucked Bucky, filled him, and added the plug. Now Bucky will wear the plug for the next few days and Steve has permission to remove it and fuck him at any time without notice.
The zero warning is what gets Bucky the hottest and he hopes Steve stays true to that. He doesn't want to see it coming. He hopes Steve fucks him at the most inappropriate times, in the most obscure places, so he'll never see it coming until his eyes roll back because Steve's cock is pushing inside him.
Bucky spends the next few hours excitedly awaiting Steve to take the place of the plug. He knows he should calm down, not walk around with a semi in his pants all day. But he literally can't think about anything else.
Unfortunately, Steve knows this. Bucky's pretty sure it's the reason he's purposely putting it off. In fact, that night is the first time they don't have sex before bed. Bucky whines when Steve kisses him goodnight and rolls him onto his side with only the plug stuffing him.
But then Bucky wakes up the next morning and realizes the full feeling he had the previous day feels different suddenly. His eyes groggily blink open. As his vision focuses on Steve's face, Bucky's brain finally registers he's being fucked.
"Oh, daddy," Bucky murmurs, the excitement waking him up along with Steve rubbing against his prostate.
"Yeah, honey," Steve coos, brushing his hair back and kissing his cheek. "Needed you. Couldn't wait for you to wake up."
"Fuck," Bucky exhales, his body begins to shake now that it's experiencing so much abrupt pleasure. It's all hitting him at once. He squirms happily but Steve holds his wrists down.
"Let daddy finish," Steve growls. Bucky's skin lights on fire from those words.
He lies as still as he can and blithely takes it. Enjoying the feeling of his daddy's cock fucking him as hard as Steve wants.
He comes first, he always does. Apparently, even sleep doesn't extend his lasting power. He comes with a long pleasured sigh. Steve kisses him just as his cock pulses inside him. He fills him with more come, pushing out the old from yesterday.
Steve pulls away from the kiss and reinserts the plug back into his ass.
"That's my good boy," Steve says, leaning back over to kiss him again. "Loose and ready for me."
Bucky smiles much too wide.
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Later that afternoon, they've been running errands all day. Bucky's in the convenience store picking a snack while Steve fills up the car with gas.
A hand grabs Bucky's elbow and he nearly pulls away before he realizes it's Steve. They walk in silence out of the store. Bucky opens his mouth to protest about his snack but Steve's footsteps pivot to the outdoor bathroom.
Fuck.
Steve is someone who complains about the cleanliness of public places, rants about germs even though the serum keeps him safe from them. So for Steve to possibly be dragging him to a public restroom to fuck him, Bucky can't believe it.
He doesn't believe it until it fucking happens. Steve stands him in front of the mirror over the sink. Makes him watch as he pulls his pants down, tugs the plug out and shoves his cock inside.
"Holy fuck."
Bucky's eyes roll back. He's in heaven, actual heaven. He never saw this one coming. A public restroom where Steve is pounding into him at a brutal pace. Bucky slurs a cry of moans as he braces his hands on the edge of the stained sink.
It's so dirty — the floors, the whole restroom, and Steve's sticking it in him away. Bucky feels like he could stop breathing from the stench of arousal suffocating him.
Steve doesn't even speak, just fucks him until he groans and his hips abruptly stop. After he comes, he pulls out and traps his release with the plug, not letting a drop hit the floor.
"Fuck," Bucky sounds drunk and now he's expecting Steve to lean in and kiss him. Say something. But he doesn't.
He picks up their pants, rebuttons his jeans, and walks Bucky by the elbow back to the car.
Steve's still quiet as they get in. Bucky would be concerned if his head still wasn't reeling from a post-orgasm high. Steve drives onto the main road. They coast for a couple of miles when suddenly Steve pulls off into a dead end. He stops the car.
Bucky's eyes go wide. It can't—
"Get in the back," Steve orders.
Bucky rushes so fast, he trips over the middle console and feels Steve help him up by the back of his pants. He nudges him forward. Bucky faces the back windshield, knees on the back row, resting his arms on the backs of the seats as Steve lines up behind him.
"Again?" Bucky asks, not masking the thrill in his voice. His cock is already filling out at the thought.
Steve reaches around to open his fly and shoves his pants down in one fluid motion. He growls like he's frustrated.
"Can't stop thinking about this hole just open and waiting for me," Steve husks. Bucky hears the sound of his jeans opening, can imagine Steve's big cock weighing down his palm.
Steve takes out the plug and this time pauses. Bucky feels a flow of come spill out of him. He shivers, just imagining Steve marveling at the sight.
"Ready for you daddy," Bucky whispers. Steve curses under his breath then pushes himself inside.
"Fuck, I love this."
"Me too," Bucky whines.
"Don't know how I'm gonna give this up," Steve grits, thrusting into motion.
"Don't."
Steve chuckles from behind him, grabs his face and turns his head to kiss him.
"We can't keep you open forever, honey. Gotta clean you up eventually."
"Don't wanna," Bucky mopes.
Steve caresses his jaw tenderly. Then lets him go and pulls back to hold Bucky's hips and fucks him mercilessly. Pounding into him until Bucky sees stars.
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Steve gives him a break after that.
Not that Bucky wants one but it's late by the time they get home and have dinner. And Bucky senses that fucking him before bed is still too predictable which must be precisely why Steve avoids it.
When Bucky wakes up the next morning, he hopes he's being fucked again but instead, quickly realizes he's lying alone. Steve's gone from the bed.
When he rushes downstairs and finds Steve in the kitchen, he only gets a kiss good morning. They have breakfast together and Steve says that Bucky still needs to shower even with the plug in. Bucky frowns assuming he'll be showering alone.
He heads upstairs to shower after breakfast. The water warms and Bucky slips out of his clothes. He steps under the heated spray but feels cold no matter how much he turns up the temperature. He keeps waiting for Steve to surprise him, he takes a forty minute shower waiting for it, but his boyfriend never comes.
Bucky gets dressed after the shower. Before he pulls on his pants, he pokes the end of the plug sticking out just to feel a little movement. He hums softly to himself and smiles. He can't wait until Steve fucks him next.
All day, there are no surprises which makes the day drag on miserably. Bucky pouts as loud as he can when they get into bed that night. He can't believe they didn't fuck once today. Plug or no plug, that's not like them.
Steve's settled next to him with a book in his hands. Bucky knows Steve won't make a move before bed, it's too obvious. And now, he's been ignoring Bucky's pouting for the last ten minutes. So Bucky finally gives up and turns off the lamp on his side. He rolls over with a frown plastered on his face.
Steve's light goes out a few moments later. Bucky huffs out another annoyed breath when two big hands find his waist and yank him back.
"Thought I wouldn't fuck you today?" Steve drawls as he pushes Bucky's sweats down, whips the plug out and sticks his cock inside all before Bucky can even answer.
"Oh," Bucky yelps with surprise. Of course, Steve would flip the switch and eventually fuck him in the most obvious moment so Bucky would then never see it coming.
Bucky doesn't even care, he pushes back, trying to fit as much of Steve in him as possible.
"Oh, thank god," he moans happily.
"I'd never forget to fuck you, darling," Steve says sweetly. He rocks back and rams his cock forward.
"Uhgnn," Bucky shudders from the force.
"You have no idea how hard it was waiting all fucking day," Steve growls, ramming back in again. "Thinking about how much this hole was begging me to fill it up."
"W-wanted you s-so bad," Bucky stutters as Steve keeps pounding him sideways.
"I know, baby. Shhh," Steve says, petting his face. "I got you now."
"Thank you, daddy," Bucky whispers. Steve kisses his temple so delicately compared to how roughly he's currently fucking him. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome, baby," Steve croons. "Gonna come now, been saving this all day."
He thrusts as hard and deep as he can and then stills. Bucky moans just from the sensation of Steve's come pumping into him and then he comes completely untouched.
~~~
After they come down from their high, Steve says it's time for a bath. He gets up to run the water while Bucky furrows his eyebrows at him.
"I already showered," Bucky refutes but Steve merely picks him up and places him in the warm tub a few minutes later. "Steve..."
Steve gets in behind him and lies Bucky against his chest. Then his hands travel under the water and slide underneath Bucky until he feels the plug being wiggled out.
"Daddy, no— not yet."
Steve doesn't listen and removes the plug. He kisses behind Bucky's ear and shushes him.
"It's time to get you cleaned up."
"No, I can take more."
"No, you've had enough," Steve tells him, rolling a fingertip around his rim to help empty any remnants.
"No," Bucky whines.
"Daddy knows when you've had enough," Steve says sternly. Bucky wants to protest but then he adds, "We'll do this again soon. Trust me, I need this too."
Bucky lets go of the fight and sinks lower against the man. Steve kisses his neck as he cleans his body and the plug.
After the bath, Steve dries the plug and places it in a velvet box where he stores it away in their closet. He joins Bucky in bed and wraps him in his arms.
"Now you'll have to waste time opening me up again," Bucky grumbles, not happy about it.
"Never a waste of time, doll," Steve tells him. "That's what I missed most."
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"handsome" | w. bonnie
summary: withered bonnie comforts you when you're on the verge of a gender dysphoric breakdown.
content warnings: transmasc!reader (pre-op, on t), in detail mentions of dysphoria, human!withered bonnie, this takes place in my human!fnaf au, flirty undertones
word count: 1277
author's note: i wrote this awhile ago. i am once again out of things to post so i hope you guys accept this crumb. i usually post for william/michael but i am also secretly a withered bonnie enjoyer. he is a cutie patootie. i hope you guys enjoy.
It was your break. You had been working hard hours on yourself to have enough money to afford simple necessities. You were living paycheck to paycheck right now. College funds really tore apart your savings and you had hardly any money for anything. You had been struggling mentally and financially and you were falling apart. And now, here you were, standing in the bathroom, at work, during your break, silently. You were judging yourself. Saying the things to yourself that no one else dared to say. Even if they were true.
You really shouldn’t be doing this to yourself during your break. You did have to go back behind the prize counter eventually. You worked as a ticket counter at a lovely pizzeria with plenty of friendly workers. You loved your job. You really did but, at this given moment, you just wanted to go home and be in solitude. You were a mess. Your binder was clinging to your chest with sweat, your bottom growth was itchy beyond all reason, and your body ached for no reason at all. You were irritable and tired, your head was pounding, and you were sweaty.
‘This bathroom is so hot,’ you thought to yourself as you bent over the sink and splashed cool water into your face. The effects of your testosterone were hitting you hard today. You were sweaty, you smelled bad, and your voice had been cracking all day. You were in an awkward phase, and it was terrible. When side effects got this bad, you were painfully reminded that you were assigned female at birth.
You let out what sounded like a gasp for air as you started unbuttoning your shirt. You slid it down your arms and threw it into the sink bowl. You were well aware that your shirt would be wet once you put it back on but you couldn't bring it upon yourself to care. You were too caught up in your current emotions. You stood at the sink in your black jeans and white tank top, looking at yourself with water and sweat dripping down your face, your unruly hair, the distraught look on your round face. You groaned in frustration and ran a hand through your damp hair.
In the middle of your breakdown, Bonnie walked into the bathroom, surprised to see you standing in your tank top with your button up at the sink. You didn’t notice him for a long while. You were bent over, your hands gripping the side of the sink bowl. You only noticed him when you dropped your head and saw his shoes from your peripheral vision.
Your top half snapped up as you turned to him. “Bonnie! hey, I didn’t hear you come in. I just felt, um hot, and I came in here for my break. I was just washing up. I can leave-“ you were rambling. Bonnie shook his head as you scrambled to grab your few things that were set out on the sink. Just your wallet, your nametag and your shirt. You really just wanted to look away from him so he didn’t see your binder.
“You don’t hafta leave, son,” he said and chuckled. He gently put his good hand on your shoulder and smiled at you in the reflection of the mirror. His gorgeous smile with his full lips and his tooth gap. It made your heart melt and you felt safe staying in here with him.
“Yeah, o-of course,” you said and tucked a loose curl of your hair behind your ear. You dropped your things back into their places and looked down at your feet, letting a sigh escape your lips. “I’m really sorry Bonnie. I was just having a moment,” you explained as you flapped the front of your tank top, still feeling overheated. It wouldn’t help, seeing as your binder was still clinging to your chest and holding the heat against your body.
“‘s alright,” he said and leaned against one of the sinks, grabbing his bad arm and bringing it up to his chest so he could cross his arms. “What’s going on?” he asked sweetly, turning his head to you since his body was facing towards the stalls, away from you.
You thought of an excuse. No one here knew you were trans. You easily passed as cis and everyone automatically called you by he/him pronouns. Not that you were worried about coming out or anything. You knew that toy bonnie was trans too, so you didn’t know what you were so stressed about. It’s not like everyone in the workplace wouldn’t be accepting. At the least you knew the performers would be. You were slightly worried about telling Bonnie, Freddy, Chica and Foxy seeing as they were older and there was always the possibility they would be closed minded.
You had been standing in silence for a while, unsure of what to say in response. Bonnie watched as you silently sorted through your thoughts. “No excuse?” he asked and dropped his arms down to his sides. He stood up as straight as he could and looked down at you. “C’mon kid. Just tell me. I won’t tell anyone else. I promise ya.”
It was almost like he knew you needed to hear those words. You weren’t sure how to tell everyone else, but Bonnie made you feel comfy. You let out a sigh as you decided on what to really say. “I’ve just been feeling dysphoric, being trans and all,” you said and ran a hand through your mess of hair.
He hummed. He already knew. He could tell by the way you had to manually stop your feminine mannerisms. The way you forced your voice slightly, the way you stopped yourself from putting your chest over countertops, the way you were constantly fixing your stance, even the way you rested your face. He could tell you were self-conscious in your masculinity and that you feared being feminine at all. Of course, he didn’t understand the dysphoria you were feeling. He was cis and never had to wish he was more manly or masculine. He had the gender you could only dream of.
“Well kid,” he said and put his hand on your shoulder again. “I’m not sure how to help, to be frank with ya, but you are such a bright young kid and I’m happy to see you grow every day," He paused briefly as he thought of what ekse to say. He was searching for the correct words. "For what it’s worth, I’ve heard younger girls calling you handsome. I can’t help but agree,” he said, possibly flirting with you. He squeezed your shoulder gently before dropping his hand back to his side.
Your cheeks flushed and your face heated up more as you let out a flustered chuckle. “Gosh, you’re making me blush, bonnie,” you said sheepishly and looked away from him. You couldn’t control the smile on your face. A big cheesy smile that showed off your perfect teeth. It was such a blinding and gorgeous smile. It was contagious and Bonnie found himself smiling as well.
“Feelin’ better?” he asked and put his hand on his hip. He looked over your shoulder and grabbed your button up for you.
“A lot better,” you said and reached out to take your shirt from him. You put your shirt back on and slowly began buttoning it back up. You took more time than necessary on each button. Your fingers fumbled and trembled. You were undeniably flustered and anxious. Adrenaline pumped through your body considering you just came out so impulsively. “Thank you bonnie.”
“O’ course, son.”
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