#that is part of grooming you dumbasses
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I already said this to arson on insta but I am going to put it here too since the person who messaged you reminded me
isolation from friends and people is a sign of grooming you all can deny that all you want but it is and kipper has tried to isolate ash from people and friends more than once by making them not trust them
they are fucking groomer you all are so uneducated
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#officialbimtrimmer#bim trimmer#markiplier egos#THIS!!!#i hate being forced to be silent since ash told me not to speak on their behalf#but when people say there is no proof of grooming in that doc when multiple times kipper tried isolating ash from people#i fucking loose it#that is part of grooming you dumbasses#also manipulation#that’s another sign of grooming#they did it multiple times with ash to keep them in line
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Veils & Vows
Summary - You partake in wedding reception pleasantries while your groom, Elvis takes care of a few business matters. Only when the two of you are back in your hotel room do you get him all to yourself.
Warnings - wedding night sex, oral (f. receiving), p in v, fingering, no protection, smut, missionary sex, mentions of crime/crime family dealings, swearing
WC - 4.4k
Author's Note - I found this photo as I haven't been able to get Elvis off my mind as of late and I had watched Goodfellas last night so the thought came to mind, what if I wrote Elvis in a Goodfellas-esque au, aka a mobster au. That's how this came about. I've got almost 20k of this written already so I figure I post it in a few parts, and make it into a short series.
The Prologue
As a pair of familiar rough hands cupped your cheeks in a warm enveloping kiss, the rowdy applause of your family and friends filled the huge rented ballroom. The reception had started off on a sweet little note as Elvis' toast was made primarily to honor you, but also to honor some of the bigshots and higher-ups in the family who had been gracious enough to attend.
You knew the claps were primarily pointed toward the important men in your family and in Elvis' entourage but that didn't bother you too much. Your crowd was a close one, so close that even a day that was supposed to be yours, had to be divided up nicely to keep everyone happy. That's how it had always been.
Elvis' hand on your hip pulled your body closer to his as he pressed a few nibble-like kisses along your cheek. As he pulled back he stared at you with a small smile, his eyebrows lifted a tinge as his eyes were widened enough to get a real good look at his bride.
"Baby, I gotta go talk with some of the guys, so wait here f'me?"
Just as you had to share the attention on your wedding day, you had to share Elvis as well. But you didn't mind, you couldn't. Whatever Elvis did, it was what made him the man he was, the man you loved.
Your answer was short but soft as your eyes fell onto the way his hand grasped one of yours, "Oh, yeah, sure"
His eyes crinkled in a smile as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the finger with your rock of a diamond ring gently, mumbling into the skin, "Thank you Baby."
So for the next 20 minutes you sat quietly at the table, your husband's empty seat keeping you company as you watched Elvis be approached by one crowd of men and then the next. Just about all of the men you had been introduced to.
There was Jerry "Hairy" Schilling, the man got his name because he was always greasing up his hair, so much so that he got 5 years in the can because he left greasy handprints on the window of a car that he'd kept some stolen goods in, he managed to dodge the charges of posession of stolen goods but the car happened to be stolen. What a dumbass.
Then the West brothers who maintained a perfect record at the races, they were raking in more money in the South from betting with those damned bookies than the Texas oil aristocrats. And that's saying something.
There's also Joe 'Diamond Joe' Esposito. He got his name from being part of the notorious group who fixed the 1962 World Series, Yankees win all the way. For those who aren't baseball fans, a baseball field is referred to as a baseball diamond. You only knew because your house was always full of Yankees fans who spat at the tv if an ump so much as called a strike on Mickey Mantle.
Speaking of the Yankees, though Joe DiMaggio couldn't make an appearance he sent over a nice bottle of champagne with his compliments to the both of you.
And that was just the start of it. On your side there were a lot of close family friends who also attended, a bunch of Italian goons, and a few mixed mutts thrown in as well. And that was the family.
"For the family"
You looked up to see Esposito's wife holding out an envelope of cash to you with the biggest smile. You nodded and beckoned her down to you with a finger, hugging her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her cheek as she returned on to yours. She whispered in your ear, "You make a gorgeous bride", before pulling back and pushing the envelope closer to you.
You mumbled a thank you and as you took the envelope you saw the rest of the women beginning to line up with their husbands and their envelopes. Before you had gotten through your third round of thank you's and pleasantries with the wedding guests Elvis was sitting by you once more.
His hand rested on your thigh while his other reached out to help you grab the envelopes and shake the hands of the men after they pressed a kiss to your cheek.
The extravagant wedding was practically paid for by the guests and you even got more money on the side, enough for a few months rent for an apartment, just what newlyweds needed. After all, you couldn't celebrate your union living in your mother's house. And you had told Elvis you refuse to live in a house with men going in and out, you wouldn't do it.
While you were his girlfriend and spent plenty of time in his townhouse you watched with a look of disapproval as his friends and aquantances walked in and out like it were a hotel, ordering food from the cook as if it were a restaraunt.
You refused to make a home out of that, and Elvis had promised your godfather, a very important and influential man in the crowds that Elvis roamed about, that you would have a proper home to be the lady of.
By the time all the crowd had come through with their envelopes of cash you found that you’d made a small fortune from this night alone, and that wasn’t even accounting for the huge pile of gifts that were yet to be open.
As the night carried on, you and Elvis had finally taken part in your first dance, it had taken so long since Elvis didn’t like to dance. And as Dean Martin’s song, “You’re Nobody ‘Til Somebody Loves You”, filled the room he mumbled softly for only you to hear, “Ya know I wouldn’t dance for nobody but you.”
You smiled, “I know”
He beamed a prideful smile as you continued to carry your way through the dance gracefully.
When it had ended Elvis kissed your cheek and passed you over to your late-father’s dear friend, your godfather, Marco, who wanted to take his turn with his dearest goddaughter. Marco pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled you close to take his turn.
Your eyes drifted to the side of the room, Elvis was conglomerating with a couple of men, one of the men, Frankie Albero, began to gesture wildly and you could hear his voice raise just barely above the music. Elvis sent Jerry a look and Jerry pulled him elsewhere, he had that placating look on his face. Whenever Elvis wasn’t in the mood to deal with someone he had Jerry deal with it like such.
You watched as Jerry led the guy to one of the exits, whispering some assurances likely. You bit your lower lip, whenever Jerry pulled that move, the guy with him usually didn’t return without a busted lip or a bruised eye. But Albero was an important man, he was a made man, something Elvis could never be, so it was more than likely that Jerry was just tasked with getting the guy out of the ballroom rather than roughing him up.
Elvis didn’t want a spectacle to be made at the wedding unless the spectacle was you.
“Princess,”
You turned your head back to Marco who seemed to stare down at you with a knowing smile.
“Ah, yes Marco?”
“Don’t worry about it, the kid’s got it handled.”
You smiled up at him and leaned your head on his shoulder, murmuring softly, “I know Marco”
The two of you danced a few more circles as he asked you how you liked your wedding and if anyone was giving you trouble.
“No, everyone’s been wonderful, don’t worry”
You knew if you said differently your godfather might do something drastic, he was like Elvis in that fashion, things were always a production when it came to concerns of family and loved ones.
Marco told a joke about he couldn’t believe his only goddaughter had married an Irishman. The fact that Elvis had Irish roots had strained your relationship with Marco for a long time. You thought the bind of Catholicism would bring your godfather to like Elvis more but that hadn’t done much.
It was only because Elvis had begun to make a name for himself in the crowds of the city that your godfather warmed up to him. Suddenly there was an Irishman steering his way through groups of made men at the Copa with a charismatic smile and a handshake to every single one of them.
There was suddenly an Irishman looking after the little guy in the guinea neighborhoods, tucking hundred dollar bills into a poor man’s breast pocket just for shining his shoes. That is what had earned Marco’s respect.
Well, that and the fact that Elvis had slipped a couple hundred dollars under the table to a man who roughed up the grocery boy who had catcalled you one time.
Not to mention the fact that Elvis was in with all the supplying men, he had a hand in every jar. He had access to all the best supply runners, their routes, and their loads. It was usually liquor, cigars, cigarettes, and cash. He even liked to keep tabs on meat trucks just for his own enjoyment of the often expensive delicacy.
But it wasn’t for nothing. No. Everybody around him got a piece of the action for supplying him with the information that was deemed invaluable if you were the right man and knew how to run steals and heists. Simply put, if you were Elvis.
But despite all that, Elvis would never be a made man. But he was practically untouchable just as a made man would be. Before he had even married you he was untouchable just from his reputation, and the fact that he was like a fountain of money, he making enough cash to go around.
But now that he was married to you, he truly was untouchable. Your family ran the neighborhood, and the next few blocks after. The way someone would lose a finger for touching you with it, now applied to Elvis as well. He had protection, he had his hand in every cookie jar in the city, and now he had you.
When the reception was over, Elvis had taken you to one of the classiest hotels in the city, he’d telephoned beforehand so that the room was at a temperature you liked, asked that the candy bowls be filled with those caramel hard candy’s that you kept in your clutch every time the two of you had a night out, and had sent your favorite sheets to be placed on the bed, he knew you never liked the sheets hotels provided.
And though it wasn’t the dream honeymoon that many women pictured, like a trip to Hawaii or the Hamptons, you didn’t mind. Being in the crowds that you and Elvis were in, you both tried to remain lowkey with that kind of thing. Your wedding date had been in the papers, so with that information people likely had their eyes and ears on you. The last thing the two of you needed was going to an exotic destination just to get shot in the airport.
Being lowkey was romantic to you, it just made the little things in your relationship much more prominent. And you knew that with Elvis, you didn’t need Hawaii to have a honeymoon with an amount of loving on that would rival an entire whorehouse.
And he proved it as he laid you sprawled along the center of the bed, on the cold, slippery satin sheets. You wore nothing but a robe that was spread open giving Elvis a view of you in all your glory, of course paired with your wedding ring, the edges of the clean cut diamonds were leaving the smallest of tears and rips in the sheets as it glided along the fabric.
He shrugged off his white button-up, and as his hands reached to undo the button and zipper on his slacks, he stopped to stare for a moment and mumble,
“My wife…”
He stared at your body incredulously, leaving you to blush silently and let him. His next words came out a whisper while his hand held your ankle as he stood at the end of the bed half-naked,
“By the graces of God, you’re my wife.”
You smiled softly at his words, “And,” you started before sitting up, now on your knees you crawled toward him to the edge of the bed. With the leverage of the bed your head was at the height of his chest, as you looked up at him he looked down at you, awaiting your words.
“You’re my husband”
Your eyes drifted down to his lips. As you stared at his slightly ajar mouth you absentmindedly shrugged off your robe that was already open, once off you brought your hands up to bury themselves in his hair as you pulled him down to kiss you.
He groaned softly as he leaned into the kiss, you were trying to pull him down onto the bed. You could hear and feel the shuffle of him trying to get his pants and boxers off as fast as he could so that he could fall with you onto the bed.
As he tumbled onto the bed naked, atop you, his touch and scent had tumbled with him. Your senses felt overwhelmed as you could smell the aftershave on his cheek when he pressed kisses along your cheek, a hand in your hair to manuever your head in whatever way he liked.
As his kisses traveled further down to nestle into your collarbone, his free hand roamed to cup the globe of your ass, kneading you like bread as he licked and suckled your skin like candy.
“Oh Elvis,”
He hummed into your skin as his hand on your ass traveled to your middrift. His fingers glided down your body like you were a map, his finger lazily traveling to the destination. And when you let out a surprised squeak and your legs twitched as he grazed your clit, he smiled knowing he found his destination.
You gasped as he rubbed a circle.
“Oh- Oh Elvis…”
His lips murmured lazily against your skin, “Mm what”
Elvis’ hand left your scalp as he needed to tend to himself while his other hand tended to you. You threw your head in a loop as your back arched up with the flicks of his finger on your clit. It wasn’t long till he’d easily dipped a digit into your awaiting core.
You were wet enough that he was able to quickly slide another in.
His hand and fingers were gentle as he fondled your entire pussy with one hand, from a finger dragging across your clit to a few others taking deep plunges into your entrance, it was like heaven.
Your cunt contracted as his fingers curled, you mouth gaped open in a silent moan as he continued the erotically slow but steady pace.
“What is it? What do ya need?”
His kisses halted as he crawled down between your legs, spreading your thighs with a hand as his other continued with their touching and teasing. You gasped softly as you felt him blow on the flushed skin down there.
“Ah…”
He turned to press a kiss along your thigh, now one hand of his focused on pumping his fingers in and out while the other hand’s thumb rolled over you clit in steady circles. His kisses continued up your thigh.
He murmured, “Tell me, I know ya can”
You moaned softly. A hand flew down to nestle in his dark hair while your other grasped at the slippery sheets below you.
“You, hah, I need you Elvis..!”
He smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss between your clit and where his fingers pumped inside of you. Said fingers then pulled out as Elvis' tongue dove in, his nose peeking it’s way inside perfectly.
His moistened hand slid across the sheets as a means to wipe off your natural lubricant before he grabbed the back of your knee, lifting it so that he could get better leverage and cover more ground as he continued to eat you out.
“Elvis..! Fuck, E-Elvis you, I need you…”
Your head fell back completely as his thumb worked in unison with his tongue. You felt yourself falling apart so fast, you felt yourself taking such a dive into the deep end that all you could say was his name, like he was your god giving all you could ever want. Like he was your god who depended on your belief that he would take care of you.
He hummed and growled into your cunt as your legs began to kick wildly, as your grip and pull on his hair into your pussy had tightened, and as your hips pumped upward into him in earnest.
“Oh Elvis! Oh I’m so- Elvis!”
Your eyes flew to the back of your head as your body continued to chase that feeling and your sentence was cut off with a moan of his name as you came.
You could hardly process anything as Elvis went right from that position to lining up his cock while mumbling a few swears. He didn’t give you a grace period as he caged you between his arms and pushed into you swiftly. At the intrusion you let out a high pitched moan and reached for the sheets around you for comfort.
“Grab me Baby, h-hold on f’me okay? Alright Baby?”
His eyebrows were furrowed in discomfort as his body stiffened completely, waiting for you to get yourself settled. When he saw the awkwardness of your arms having to reach up so far, he brought himself down into a low plank above you so that you could easily wrap your arms around him while laying down.
As he slid out he mumbled a low, “fuck…” before pushing back in slowly. You moaned into his neck as he continued on with that movement, working himself into a slow rhythm.
You encouraged him gently after releasing a soft gasp at his cock hitting your cervix.
“Ah, yes, keep going”
He hummed in response and leaned his head down against yours as his hips continued to rock in and out of you in deep strokes, it was almost painful to pull out of the warmth of your pussy. With each exposure of his cock to the room he felt the temperature snap at his skin, then be enveloped in a moment’s notice by your warm walls. It was an almost masochistic cycle that he had to follow through with the reach that special peak.
If not for that moment of ecstasy that he was chasing, he’d be content to just stay inside of you, soaking in your warmth and that snug feeling that your cunt provided him with.
He questioned through gritted teeth, thrusting harder with each question,
“Ya like it? Huh? Ya like that?”
As his thrusts grew sharper you gasped with every single one. Nodding your head with a silent moan as he continued on, only with a faster pace.
“Like it when I fuck ya? Yeah?”
He braced his hands on the bed as your nails dug crescents into his back as his muscles flexed with the sudden roughness and speed. He was close.
“My wife likes it when I fuck her huh? She likes it when I lay her down yeah?”
You let out a strangled moan as he began to plunge into you so fast that his rhythm was beginning to get all out of wack. The lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your ass as he continued with his thrusts, the moans that left your throat in a guttural way, his groans against the skin of your neck, and squelching and air pops as his cock plunged in and out of you made a cacophony of what must be the sounds of good loving.
Suddenly you felt yourself reaching that peak again and as the coil in your stomach snapped and you moaned his name, he growled with a rasp as his hips worked with their own agenda, helping him reach his release as fast as possible.
And when his legs trembled, his body shook, and his groans got drawn out, you knew he’d finished.
He began to slowly grind into you more, as he did so you felt the warmth of his seed spill out of your entrance slightly. He slowly rode out that high, panting, “My wife…” as he did so.
A/N - As I said I plan to make this into a series because I've already written so much and I think there might be someone who might like this, so, if you're that someone just leave any sort of comment and I'll tag you in the next part.
Series Summary:
While it was deemed a waste for you to marry an Irishman, completely disregarding your bloodline that led all the way back to the old country, you couldn't help who you fell in love with. Thankfully Elvis had earned the respect of those in your crowd and made a name for himself, he got himself properly inducted into the family business. But just as your life together starts to properly begin, the head of the family would need Elvis to take care of a few things in the casinos of Vegas.
Credits: Photo of Elvis is from the 45 RPM picture sleeve for Wonder Of You/Mama Liked The Roses, the rest is pinterest, and the layout is from canva. This series will also take lots of reference/inspiration from Goodfellas, the Godfather, Casino, and of course a few books I've read on the subject.
#elvis presley x y/n#elvisaaronpresley#elvis#elvis fanfiction#elvis fic#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley fic#elvis presley#elvis presley fandom#elvis imagine#elvis x reader#elvis x oc#elvis x you#elvis x y/n#elvis photos#70s elvis#60s elvis#elvis fluff#elvis smut#elvis presley x you#elvis fandom#elvis the king#elvis presley smut#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis presley fanfic#elvis presley fluff#elvis series
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An extreme warning for everyone in the Creepypasta community, especially the Creeps Comic sub-community
This is a post 6 years too late, but I've finally gained the courage to speak up.
Trigger Warning for: Pedophillia, child grooming, suicide and beastiality
There are two manipulative pedophiles in the creepypasta community that go by the name Kori [Konpeito-Starfox on tumblr, korgifemboi on discord] and Michael [kitsuneaniki on discord] who have: Dated a minor, have been sexual in the presence of minors, exposed minors to hardcore pornography and have drawn pornography FOR minors.
When I was 15 back in 2018, I was invited to a creepypasta discord after I was found because of my Old LJ ask blog. I remember Kori and Michael [Trixi at the time] were 21 and 24-25 and were 'tame' at first, but they slowly became more and more sexual as months went by. A few raunchy jokes turned into full on porn posting. They talked about sexual situations with Creeps characters with two 16 year olds and a 17 year old. I felt uncomfortable with it, but I couldn't get why.
This next part may be worded poorly, as it's extremely emotionally hard on me to bring up the memories, but I'll try my best and will be the most coherent I can make it.
As a dumbass 15 year old, I didn't get the difference between being gay and being sexual due to the homophobic town and family I've grown up around I had never been told otherwise, so I thought it was fine, that lgbt people in their 20's being highly sexual around and directly to lgbt teenagers was fine! Everyone was happy! And me bringing up the uncomfortableness was just me brining everyone down!
But then Kori and Michael made porn for a 16 year old's oc having sex with their sonas. And something in me finally shouted "Something is wrong."
I didn't know how to word it, but I approached my family [good!] and said "My friends are being a little too gay, what should I say?" [bad!!!] and so I was told "tell them to stop that."
And so, in I said "can you stop being gay?" in an attempt to say "hey stop being sexual" [I know, I know, point and laugh at 15 year old me for being confused] and obviously got kicked out for that. There was shit said by them that made me want to commit suicide [thought I must stress they never directly told me to kms]
And then got death and rape threats that MIGHT have been from them on my old LJ ask blog after that, but that's a side note.
In the same year, the 16 year old who was given porn of their oc, [who I will refer to as Victim 1 and censored in black] started dating Kori and Michael. Note: Victim's 1's birthday is in October and this screenshot is from September
It is of note that Kori and Michael are extremely manipulative and hav convinced Victim 1, that it's better to lie to me and tried to say they were 17 when they started dating, despite me knowing their age and not correcting another [I will refer to as Victim 2 and censored in red] mentioned it in a conversation. There are two other victims who I will also censor the names of.
Below is a continuation of this conversation to show that Kori and Michael have convinced Victim 1 that them showing porn to minors is okay.
I also showed Victim 1 that what Kori and Michael did is VERY ILLEGAL, let alone immoral, but was brushed off. Granted, I should have showed him more but I was rushing to the hospital because of my heart issues and was not thinking straight due to the stress.
Michael has also been proven to quite literally speak for Victim 1 as well. [The sibling comment was because they thought Victim 2's [trans] sister was Victim 2 referring to me]
This is the end of the post, and I hope this is enough to show how much of a threat Kori and Michael are to minors, but I physically cannot show the mountain pile of trauma without putting myself in a medical emergency.
There is far more receipts of Kori and Michael's emotional manipulation, but again, if this post went on for too much longer I could end up in the hospital because of them and I don't want it to be a fourth time.
If you or someone you know are friends with Kori and Michael, please distance yourself from these pedophiles and show your friend this post. If I could, I would personally report them to the police, however they are in America and I am in Australia with no knowledge of how to report across-seas. If you can, please report them to the proper authorities, although I do not know if they can get into legal trouble for what they did to us years ago, it will stop any on-going child grooming.
Please note, I will not be mentioning this or replying to anyone specifically IN MY INBOX until AFTER I recover from making this post. Do not send me anon messages if you're going to tell me something private, instead, message me. If you have a public issue with this post, say it with your chest and off anon.
Before this hell is through, I have three more screenshots to share. One of Victim 2 being shown drawn Beastiality while they were still a minor [I have been informed Victim 2 was still 16], one of Kori [with a pfp of LJ having sex with Will in a server full of minors] mocking me while I was still 16 and against them being sexual [and mocking me for my LJ design and having a non-sexual lizard hyperfix], and a miscellaneous message of Michael admitting he likes dog genitalia and mocking me for not liking porn but being fine with gore. WHILE I WAS STILL A MINOR. I will put them under the cut as two of them are censored but still visual images of nsfw. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE THE POST AND PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THESE PEOPLE.
Grown ass adults talking to and about children...
#cw: pedophillia#cw: grooming#grooming tw#pedophillia tw#child abuse tw#public service announcement#i don't know what else to type.
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A request from Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou and Baizhu (and whoever else you want to include) with gender neutral reader who have a little ADHD, please. ♥️
Various Genshin men with a reader that has adhd
Who? Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou, Baizhu
Gn reader
Notes: Nah im so sorry if its wrong my dumbass doesn't really know what adhd is so i had to do research so i apologise if it's not correct.
I’m also so sorry I took so long, I got a ban from tumblr that’s why I didn’t respond
Thoma
Boy, mans would be so understanding
Like, having trouble with concentrating while doing work *slams the table* WE'RE DOING IT TOGETHER-
Have trouble remembering stuff? BIG AH CALENDAR IN THE HOUSE
FIDGETY? He's buying you stress toys with his allowance, orrr he'll let you play with his hair
Thoma would be the understanding one in this situation, ready for your needs, giving you gifts, to help you with your adhd
Kazuha
I feel like in this situation, kazuha would use words of affection, using words of praise to comfort you.
He's literally the best comfort pillow man :(
he would listen to all your rantings, anytime, anywhere. But not when his friend is getting chopped like a cabbage, of course.
*insert some ranting while fiddling with Kazuha’s arm*
he remembers all of your ranting like:
“Hey, remember that time you said you liked (thing) why don’t we do it now?”
“who what when where why how”
“Yes😀”
Gorou
he’ll actually let you touch his tail😦 and he loves it! (Bro won’t admit it tho😞)
bunch of fiddling on your part actually, because I feel like he grooms not only his tail, but his hair very well! So it’ll be soft and fluffy, just like a dog~
listens to your little hobbies, and may even try them with you!
Baizhu
Ah yes, the doctor himself!
Legit gives you some random herbs in a drink and is like “mwah”
Anyways, fully understands whatever is going through your body—and will help you to the best as he can
He knows there’s no permanent cure for it, but he will do his best to help you, if it bothers you too much
bit nonetheless, he will never love you any less!
#genshin fluff#genshin x reader#tofu’s writing#gorou x reader#thoma x reader#baizhu x reader#kazuha x reader
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Dearest lamby what about icemav + 1 for the drunken love confessions if it inspires?
i am so sorry this is literal months late but i hope you enjoy!
“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”
Slider is the first of them to get married.
He’s the last of them to settle down.
Merlin and his girl have done everything but the big white wedding; Maverick, who despite all evidence to the contrary, is a good, Church-going boy, looked like a cartoon character with his eyes bugged out when he realized that Merlin and Sandra had been together for the better part of two decades and hadn’t gotten married. They’re on their third kid and second house, and they have no intention of tying the knot any time soon.
It had become clear sometime around the time the Berlin Wall fell that Ice and Maverick were never going to have a formal wedding ceremony.
At least, it appeared that way to Slider. Ice and Maverick were circling in a stupidly elaborate mating dance that involved constantly competing on their hops and calling each other dumbass and denigrating their respective ability to operate a jet, while also glaring down any aviator who ever jumped in on the conversation—even just to tease!—as if to say, No, you fucker, you are not a part of this. You do not get to call this man lesser-than just because I can, you are not me, you have not earned the right to look at us.
It took a while, but Mav and Ice finally got their shit together (thanks in no small part to Slider and Merlin’s meddling, you’re welcome, asshats), and sure, they can’t get married in any way that the government would recognize, but somewhere along the line they turned into boring DINKs who doted on Bradshaw’s kid when they were stateside.
So Slider’s the first one to get married, and therefore the first one to get a bachelor party. They’re well into their mid-thirties, and it’s the first bachelor party they’ve ever thrown.
Well, except for Maverick, who was one of only two witnesses to Nicholas and Carole Bradshaw’s elopement, and who loved both the bride and groom so much that he wasn’t going to let the occasion go by without a Maverick-sized bang.
So God help him, Slider puts his fate into Maverick’s hands. It’s not the first time in his life, and it certainly won’t be the last, but giving Maverick free rein still sends a chill down his spine. He’s not a bad guy—Slider never would’ve let Ice get tangled up with him if he weren’t—but there’s something about him that could make even the most hardened naval aviator flinch.
They start off the night at a respectable Navy bar. Maverick buys them all a round of shots, and with a smirk, breaks out one of the three phrases he knows in Russian (To our health!) and downs the shot in one go. Slider, Ice, and Merlin follow suit. He has to fight a grimace when he comes back up. The asshole bought them vodka, even though the only one of them who still has a taste for it is Ice.
Typical.
Three hours and two bars later, Slider has regrets. He can’t remember how many drinks he’s had, and he hasn’t seen Merlin in at least forty-five minutes. He wants to be concerned about that, but he can’t bring up the energy to care. Mitchell’s all but killed his liver.
He stumbles through the crowd towards the bar, because he thinks he remembers seeing Ice’s stupidly-spiked, gelled hair around there. God, he hopes he still has his wallet on him somewhere. He crashes into a stool and hoists himself up, flagging down a bartender for a glass of seltzer, and she doesn’t charge him for the service. He must be really shitfaced if that’s the case.
He lifts his head when he hears Ice’s voice through the din.
“Mav, Mav!” he laughs. He slurs over the a just a bit, and oh, Ice must be really out of it if he’s tripping over his words.
Slider turns his head slowly to get Ice’s attention, and instead is treated to the image of Mitchell’s shortstack frame trying to support all six-foot-oh of Ice against the bartop.
“I like your stupid face,” Ice says, staring Mitchell down with all the intensity of a bird of prey. “It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”
Ice lifts a hand but is too uncoordinated to follow through. Slider snorts, drawing Maverick’s attention.
“Slider! Hey, buddy! How was your night?” he asks cheerfully, holding onto Ice’s waist.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to kill me,” Slider returns.
“Aw, but that’s how you know I care! C’mon, we gotta get the Iceman home before he ralphs in the bathroom. You know he’d hate to do that.”
So Slider helps his pilot and his wingman into a taxi at the end of the night and falls face-first into the couch in Ice’s living room like he’s still the twenty-something he was when they met, while Maverick wrangles Ice into bed.
And if he hears Maverick’s overly-loud whispering and Ice’s grunted responses from down the hall in the darkest hours, just before dawn, “Do you know what you said at the bar? I wanted to laugh, but you were so sincere, Ice. God. You really can’t hold your alcohol like I can anymore. Benefits of teaching TOPGUN! I like your face, too, Ice. I’ll always like your face. It’s a good face. I love you, Ice,” well…
Perhaps he’s too drunk to remember it in the morning.
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Lady With Lousy Luck
Part two of "A Pretty Girl Playin' With The Big Boy's" (<-link to pt 1)
CW/TW// guns, Billy is his own warning (so is Jesse, but this aint abt him LMAO), shooting, talk about abusive/manipulative ex and old friend, scars, forced marriage (?), shooting, grooming
Summary: Violet hangs with Billy and Jesse as they go shooting and get to know each other
A/N: Oh. My. Satan. GUYS ILY FOR GIVING PART ONE A CHANCE TY😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 also I might proofread that cause I posted it at 2am LMFAO if you guys have any writing tips/notice any misspellings lmk (also this is after the scene where he helps Kathleen working before he goes shooting with Jesse)
"Vi, why did you bet so much?" Jesse inquired as they walked to the make-shift shooting area after leaving Billy to let him join and check up on his ma. She shrugged, not really knowin' why herself.
"Don't know, just felt like it." As she spoke, she was rubbing her arm red and raw from how hard that gambler had grabbed her. She scowled as they walked, biting the inside inside of her cheek. The gambler had looked too similar to her ex. Shaking her head, she shuddered, trying to rid the image of her ex's face from her mind. 'Outta sight, outta mind my ass.'
"What's Billy like?" She questioned back, avoiding the topic of why she shuddered or bet so much.
"How d'you mean? I've told you he's a pretty damn good gunslinger for his age." Jesse looked at his younger sister with a raised brow.
Violet looked at Jesse with a look that could pierce through anything."Not like that, dumbass, I mean, is he a good person or somethin'." She swore that Jesse was messin' with her with how he shrugged. She was goin' to slap this man. She didn't care how much older he was.
"He's pretty quiet, hardworking," Jesse began, stoppin' for a moment to relax. "Loves his ma, Kathleen, and little brother, Joseph, to death. He hates his step-father, and between you and me, I can't blame him for that—but other than that, he keeps to himself."
Violet nodded, leaning against a tree and looking up at the blue sky. She watched the clouds go by as the pair waited for Billy to arrive, and she remembered how defeated Billy looked back at the saloon.
She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking about it. She decided to be nice decided to give Billy her winnings from poker to him. She figured it would be a nice 'thanks for savin' my ass' sort of gesture.
When Billy arrived, Violet watched them shoot the targets from a spot on the grassy plains behind them.
She was mesmerized by his focus and draw. How the muscles in his hand flexed when he drew his pistol and fired. She had to admit, it was hot and so was he–but not just physically. Billy was respectful, a gentleman, funny, loyal, and powerful. She knew he'd be a good friend in the long run, so she planned to at least become his friend.
As Jesse and Billy conversed about guns and how to modify them, Violet started to rub her bruise again. It was a reminder. A painful reminder of the man she hated. The one who almost ruined her life and ended her life of innocence.
She laid down in the grass, laying like a starfish, and sighed. 'When I find you, Henry Antrim, I'll kill you.'
After a few minutes, Jesse came over kicking Violet in the side, which earned him a kick to the knee.
"I'm awake, what," She groaned out, sitting up. Jesse rolled his eyes before dropping his sister's hat on her face.
"Goin' piss, entertain Billy," He said, before deeper into the trees to relieve himself as the bathrooms were too far of a walk from their place.
"Hi again, ma'am," Billy greeted, tippin' his hat down to Violet and sitting down in the grass next to her.
She laughed softly and playfully pushed him in his side as she sat up.
"No need to call me ma'am, Billy, I'm perfectly okay with being called Violet."
"But wouldn't you find that disrespectful?" He questioned, taking his hat off.
"Nah. I ain't really fond of being called miss or ma'am. Not after my ex," Violet stated, grabbing her lucky make-shift knife and stabbing the dirt as she looked at Billy. He looked nervous to be talking to a woman around his age. Alone.
"Oh... we'll... what exactly did he do? If you don't mind me asking?"
"Well, the short story is... he popped my cherry before I was ready. He and an old friend of a mine also sort of... controlled and manipulated me to think it was fine despite being 16 he was, I think, maybe mid-to-late 40s. Said it was love, but...it wasn't," She explained, gripping her blade hard before throwing it at a tree down by the targets, and it stuck into the trunk.
Billy was taken aback by the sudden drop of what happened and why she hated her ex so badly. Finding no words to say, Billy hesitantly put a hand on her back and rubbed her back in a comforting manner. Violet had originally shuddered at the touch and had gone to shove him off, but instead... she relaxed. She half-leaned into his touch, finding comfort and warmth from the cold and distant man. Billy didn't speak, but Violet didn't want him to. Most people asked how she could be so stupid or yell at her for being dumb. But Billy offered comfort, and she found solace in it.
As a few minutes passed, Violet suddenly sat up remembering something. "Oh shit, I almost forgot!" Billy looked down at her puzzled as she fished out her winnings from poker. When she finally grabbed the large wad of cash, she pressed it firmly into his rough and calloused hands.
"Here," She said, smiling up at him as the wind blew her curls out of her face.
Billy stared, puzzled. She was giving him her winnings and didn't understand why.
"Why are you giving me your winnings...?" He asked, slowly closing his hand around the wad of cash and coins.
"Cause you saved my ass- besides, I planned to buy you a drink, but my brother gave me a look that said we needed to get out of there now. Figured money would be a better alternative after hearin' about the mining accident," She answered, playfully hitting him in the shoulder as he stared at her in awe.
Billy didn't really understand the whole concept of love at first sight, but he did know one thing; this woman was his soulmate.
#billy the kid x you#billy the kid smut#billy the kid x oc#billy the kid x reader#billy the kid#billy the kid x oc eventual smut#billy the kid x reader smut#tom blyth x reader smut#tom blyth#tom blyth x you#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth x oc#coriolanus smut#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x you#coriolanus x reader#coryo x reader smut#coryo x reader#coryo smut#coryolanus snow#coryo snow#Spotify#fanfic#billy the kid oneshot#guns#jesse evans#kathleen antrim#joseph antrim#henry Antrim#billy antrim
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This is a long overdue thirst piece about pit bull hybrid Bakugou
Warnings: hybrid au, breeding kink, mild somnophilia and dry humping, sorta hurt comfort like if you squint?, mentions of past abuse and fighting, fem/afab reader, vaginal sex described, dubious consent cliffhanger ending because I got tired but don’t worry there will be a part 2
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader
He doesn’t understand her.
How she could be so kind to someone with his past. No fear or hesitation, like she didn’t see his scars or cropped ears. Like she was unaware of how he’s won fighting tournament after tournament just to survive because winning meant living another day.
He doesn’t understand her, but he was grateful none the less. Happy she saw his tattered and bruised form and took the chance on him despite his risky reputation.
He didn’t have to fight for the privilege of food, it was a readily available right for him to enjoy. Didn’t have to make do with dirty stained clothes that weighed heavy with the reminders of his desperate for life actions. He actually got to bathe and keep himself clean and well groomed. Didn’t have to worry about where he slept at night, being given a room of his own as well as access to hers whenever he needed
He loves her, but he knew he was probably ruining everything he had right now yet he couldn’t stop his rutting hip.
He didn’t know when his feelings started to shift, but that frankly didn’t matter at the moment. If she woke up in this moment she’d be beyond disappointed and disgusted, he was sure.
Who wouldn’t be if they opened their home to someone like him only for him to lose his sense of self control? Who would be so forgiving if they wake up to his heavy pants and desperate attempt to pleasure himself by dry humping their ass?
He knew it was fucked, but he convinced himself that it’ll just be this once. He’d been so good! He had tried so hard to ignore this! He really had, but he could smell her ovulating and knew she had been masturbating just moments before she went to bed.
He could just feel his lust build like a boiling pot about to spill over and he was convinced that this was better than breaking down and begging to stick his knot in her. The thought of which pushed him over the edge with a howling moan forcing its way out his throat.
“W-what are you doing?”.
Fuck.
“I… listen I just—” “Katsuki, you’ve been here a year, you don’t think I’ve noticed how you get before my period?”.
He didn’t hear that right, right? This has to be some fucked, shitty fantasy he’s using to escape his reality. This couldn’t be her actual response.
“It’s kinda cute to see you tongue tied, but I would really like my normal Tsuki back now” and like she knew that somehow touching her would snap him out of his stupor, she guided his hand over clothed pussy. Letting him feel how she was beginning to soak through her panties and telling him to do what has to, what he’s been wanting for so long.
“You could’ve saved us both some fuckin’ time and told me before dumbass!” he snapped not even bothering to wait even just a moment more.
With a growl he tore her panties off her and positioned her on her hands and knees, too excited to finally feel her little cunt around him to deal with foreplay when he knew she was already worked open just enough for him to fuck her now.
Besides, judging from her needy moan and bracing herself for his thrust, she didn’t care if this was rushed and messy this first round either.
The only time she had to adjust being when he sank his cock into her, enjoying the way she parted around him, but once he was settled he was absolutely relentlessly in his goal of knotting her.
“Gonna knot you and breed you so fuckin’ good, you want that don’t you?” he growled tugging her head back to give her a sloppy kiss. Letting her know exactly what she was getting into for the rest of the night.
#katsuki bakugou x reader smut#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader smut#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki x reader smut#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader smut#bakugou x reader#tw dubious consent
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❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐣𝐨𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — i don't want to just be a passing ship in the night; what's that tradition about the bridal party? the groomsman and the maid of honor always hook up?
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 8.4K
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, penetrative sex, anal play, strangers to lovers, wedding shenanigans, groom & maid of honor shenanigans, slow burn, slight angst (it's me lol), honorifics (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, baby girl)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — yay for this finally seeing the light of day! and i've been to two weddings now so i can write from experience and i'm excited all over again lol. this also was a behemoth so yay for that
The warm summer air kissed along the tops of your shoulders, skirting your coils along in its stride. The low hum of smooth jazz played behind you as you took a sip of the wine you’d been nursing for the better part of an hour and let out a breath.
You heard your name. “There you are!”
Well, shit.
You playfully groaned and turned to face your older sister, the soon-to-be Mrs. Samuel Wilson. “Damn it! I thought this was the best hiding place!”
Nikki chuckled and bumped her shoulder against yours. “You haven’t won a game of hide and seek against me since you’ve been born. Give it up.” She tipped her chin to the half full wine glass. “Sam said he saw you knock back two flutes of champagne and then you disappeared. You good?”
“Yeah. Well, no.” You shook your head. “I’m just nervous.”
“Don’t worry,” Nikki said, looping her arm through her yours. “You’re one of the best speakers I know.”
“I guess.”
Nikki knitted her brows together. “What’s wrong?”
Your eyes flitted to the lilac sky. “Do you miss them? Mom and Dad?”
“You haven’t asked about them in years.”
You raised a shoulder. “I don’t know. I was just thinking earlier that you’re getting married tomorrow and that they weren’t going to be here. You’d think that they’d remember they have children for more than two seconds, y’know? Their eldest child is getting married, for Christ’s sake!”
Arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you backward. Though you were several inches taller than your sister, the hugs she gave dwarfed you both. You circled your arms around Nikki’s waist and buried your face in the curve of her shoulder.
“You’re such a worrier.” Nikki pulled back and put a hand on your cheek. “You are all the family I need to be here. Fuck what anyone else has to say about it.”
“But Sam — ”
“Sam loves me, with or without parents. He knew that coming into this relationship and hasn’t left yet.” Her lips pulled into a half smile. “Besides, who else is going to deal with me post-wedding?”
You gave her a flat look. “Your husband, dumbass.”
“Nope,” Nikki sang. “My loving, favorite baby sister will be.”
“I’m your only sibling, Nik.” You moved out of your sister’s embrace, a smile working its way to your lips. “Now you’re being gooey and that’s gross. We can’t let them know that we actually like each other.”
“Shut up. You love me.” A voice called to her from behind. “I’ll be right there!” She looked back to you. “You going to be okay?”
“Yeah.” You waved her off. “I’ll meet you inside in a bit.”
“Okay.” Nikki pulled you in for another hug. “Be quick.” She turned and walked to her fiancé’s proffered hand. His gaze found yours for a half a second before he gave her a soft smile.
You loved Sam; he was the safe harbor that Nikki needed after spending the better part of her teenage and young adult life taking care of you. Of course, Nikki took it all in stride and assured you that she wouldn’t have changed her life for another one.
But when Sam came into her life, there was someone else to share her burdens with. Someone to confide in with things you couldn’t understand. She found an equal, a man ready to include her in every aspect of his life. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner for Nikki.
But a part of you — a small, insecure part you often had to force down — felt out of place in their world. You were the kid sister, the child Nikki raised when she was barely older than a child herself. What place would you have in her life once they were married?
Yes, you’d been on your own for quite a few years since Nikki and Sam met but you always came back home to them. That would all change after Saturday.
No.
You were happy, ecstatic. This weekend wasn’t about you and your woes. It was about celebrating two people you loved most in the world.
Sam called out to you, worry in his tone.
“Coming!” You took one more look up at the sky before making the trek back to the hotel.
“Whose side are you from?”
You turned towards the voice beside you, your glass hovering in front of your lips. “Excuse me?”
A few errant black curls poorly masked deep-set and sharp dark eyes that burned into yours. Amused by your response, his lips quirked at the ends. “Are you from the bride’s side or the groom’s?”
“Oh.” You set your glass down. “Maid of honor and sister to the bride.”
Recognition colored his features, his index finger raised to you. “Sam told me about you!”
Your brows pulled down. “That sounds ominous.”
“No, no! I mean, they were all good things, I swear! Just —” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m messing this up.”
“Oh, most definitely,” you said, smiling. “But keep going. I want to see where this goes.”
He smiled and leaned in close, giving you a once over. “How about this?” He held up a hand. “My name is Joaquín Torres. My friends call me Joaco. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
A corner of your mouth quirked up as you took his hand and said your name. “Nice to meet you.”
“So is this your first? Wedding, I mean.”
“It is. None of my friends are anywhere near being ready to walk the aisle,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “You?”
His smile was bright as he playfully motioned to himself. It did something to you, prickled your skin and tightened your belly. “I’m a professional groomsman.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I don’t know what it is, but whenever my friends get married, they immediately think of me. I’m pretty sure I went to, like, seven weddings last summer.”
You held up your glass to him. “Impressive. Have you ever been best man?”
Joaquín smiled, his right cheek dimpling. “Not yet.”
“Same here.” You clapped a hand to your face. “I mean, that it’s my first time being maid of honor.”
He laughed quietly. “You’re fine.”
“Please, talk more so that I can push down my embarrassment.”
“Okay, uh, where are you coming from?”
“Technically, I’m visiting from Georgia, but I’m from New York. Brooklyn.”
Joaquín raised a brow. “What’s in Georgia?”
You let out a half-scoff, half-chuckle, your index finger circling the mouth of your glass. “I just got out of a shitty relationship with this guy a few months back, so I impulsively took a remote position in Atlanta.”
“Well, that’s…interesting.”
“I have the lovely tendency to fall in love recklessly and hopelessly.” You took a long sip of your drink. “Even if I know that that person doesn’t feel the same way about me.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Beats being so oblivious that you don’t even notice when people like you and you spend most of your time pining over them just for them to say that they were flirting the whole time.”
“If I were flirting with you, you’d know,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.
Your name left his tongue in a drawl. “Are you coming onto me?”
Your face warmed. You gave a weak snort. “Yeah, right. Don’t flatter yourself.” Joaquín’s knuckles brushed up against the back of your fingers. You gripped your glass tighter. “So, I guess that means we’re aisle buddies, huh?”
Aisle buddies? Really?
“We are. I promise not to let you fall.”
You raised a brow. “Did you just quote Twilight to me?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He tipped his chin to your glass. “Rum and Coke?”
“Jack and Coke. They only had spiced rum and I’m not a fan.”
“I love a girl who loves her whiskey.”
You laughed. “You’d have especially liked me in college, then. I was a whiskey drinking machine.” You splayed your free hand along the top of the bar. “Was even known to dance on a few tables.”
“Now that I’d love to see.”
You knocked back the rest of your drink and put a hand on Joaquín’s knee, a smile creeping onto your lips. You were no stranger to a little harmless flirting every now and again. But here, with this bright, infectious man, your words could mean something headier. Something more…suggestive. “Those days are behind me.”
“Well now I’m sad that I didn’t get a chance to see you in your prime.”
You rested your chin on your palm, giving him a once over. “We can’t be that far apart in age, can we? You’re, like, twenty-nine at minimum.”
Joaquín leaned closer, his cologne permeating your senses. “I just turned twenty-eight.”
“So, a year older, depending on your birthday,” you quipped, “good to know I’m not the only twenty-something in the wedding party.”
You went back and forth like this for some time. You shared childhood stories of you and Nikki and he told you stories about his and Sam’s time in university.
“You don’t peg me as the frat guy type,” you remarked at one point.
“I get that a lot. I was a freshman by the time Sam and Steve were chapter president and vice president, respectively. ” He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle passing his lips. “I honestly didn’t think I’d get in. I bullshitted through the rush questions and barely made it through the challenges but, somehow, I got in.”
You smiled. “And made a new friend as dorky as you are.”
Joaquín laughed. “Sam’s great. I couldn’t have asked for a better frat brother. I was really surprised when he asked me to be one of his groomsmen. I haven’t really kept in touch as well as I wanted to, but it’s been great seeing him and hanging out with him again.”
“That’s sweet. His best man, Steve, is the blond, right?”
He nodded. “They’ve been friends since they were in high school, I think. Their friend, Bucky, is also a groomsman.”
“I practically begged Nikki to have one of her friends or her sorors be her maid of honor and she looked at me like I was crazy.”
“Sam said that she basically raised you.”
You shook your head, chuckling. “He’s such a sweetheart. Our parents are narcissists, to put it plainly. They love each other fine, but they couldn’t extend that to us. At first, it was just leaving an eight year old Nikki in charge of a two year old for a couple hours every other week. Then, they wouldn’t come home some days.
“Nikki made the best of it, though. She’d make sure that I never realized how bad things were until I was old enough to understand. By then, we were living with our grandmother and she finally got to be a teenager, you know?” You dabbed at your eyes. “She took it harder than I did. She knew our parents longer so them leaving hurt her more than it ever could me.”
“I’m sorry.” Joaquín put a hand on your elbow. “Your parents don’t deserve either one of you.”
You waved him off. “I know. I’m just glad that she gets her own happiness for once. Sam’s a good guy.” You gave a light shrug. “And he likes me for some reason which makes me question his sanity.”
“I’ve only known you for,” he glanced at his wristwatch, “a little over two hours and I like you.”
“You barely know me enough to say that you like me.”
“So let me get to know you, then. We have all weekend, don’t we?”
The DJ announced last call and you both locked gazes. Gooseflesh spread along your arms and your heart beat against your chest. Your hand was still above his knee, fingers splayed out wide. Your eyes were on him but focused on hazy thoughts in your head. What would his lips feel like if you touched the very tip of your finger against them? Your lips?
He was probably a great kisser. Dominant, needy —
“Hey.”
You blinked and snatched your hand away. “Sorry! I, uh — just a little tipsy, I guess.”
Joaquín smiled. “It’s fine. I was saying that it was getting late and I could walk you up to your room.”
“No, I’m good. The walk should sober me up some.” You stood up. “It was nice meeting you, Joaquín Torres.”
“You, too. I’ll be the best aisle buddy you’ve ever had.”
“You’re going to hold that against me all weekend, aren’t you?”
He ran a hand through his curls. “I’m going to run it into the ground.”
You rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping up on your lips, and turned on your heel to leave.
Despite being a tad bit hungover, you were still fairly refreshed.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Joaquín, your mind making him a feature in a hazy dream you half-remembered. There was a genuineness to him that you admired, a warmth that you wanted bask in for a long time. The way that he gave you his undivided attention as you rambled or even when you weren’t speaking made your heart flutter in your chest.
What was that saying about the bridal party and groomsmen at weddings?
“Nice to see you again, aisle buddy.”
Speak of the Devil.
Your lips quirked. “Good morning, Mr. Torres.”
He ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Unlike the slicked back style from last night, the longer part of his hair was set in loose curls and fell in his eyes. The barest hint of a five o’ clock shadow lined his angular cheeks and jaw. He was so damn attractive. So unfair.
“How did you sleep?”
“Very well, thank you.” He gave you a warm smile. “And yourself?”
You hummed as you lifted your shoulders in a shrug. “Pretty good.” You pointed a thumb over your shoulder. “Did you see the omelet bar the hotel has going?”
“I did. I got a veggie omelet and turkey bacon.” He held up his coffee mug. “Did you get any coffee? They said it’s Colombian.”
You shook your head and nodded to your teacup. “I’m weaning myself off of caffeine.” You tipped your chin towards the slip of paper beside his plate. “Is that the itinerary Nikki slid under everyone’s doors?”
“It is. On today’s agenda: ballroom dancing from noon to one; walking tour of the church from one-thirty to two-fifteen; the bridal party and the groomsmen go to their final fittings at three-thirty.” He shook his head and chuckled. “She’s efficient, your sister.”
“She’s been planning this day since she, like, was eleven.” You took a piece of turkey bacon from Joaquín’s plate. You didn’t react to the flit of his gaze as he watched you bring the food to your lips. You chewed slowly, innocently, your eyes on his.
The faintest hint of a smirk played at his lips. “You enjoying that bacon, sweetheart?”
“Very much.” You licked your lips and threw him a bright smile. “You should ask Nikki her about her wedding binder. She started making it when she was in middle school and finished it before my junior year of high school.”
“Sounds like my cousin, Luisa.” Joaquín playfully groaned. “When she was thirteen, she and my mother spent an entire Sunday afternoon cutting out pictures from bridal and travel magazines and doodling in the margins about her perfect wedding when she got older.”
“That’s adorable.”
“So what about you? Any wedding binders stashed in an old bedroom somewhere?”
“I haven’t put much thought into getting married. I mean, I guess sometime down the line I’d like to get married but maybe not, you know? Maybe I’m not the settling down type.” You lifted a shoulder and looked to Joaquín. “What about you? Is there someone back home you’re ready to settle down with?”
“I don’t know about that but there is someone that I’d love to get to know better.”
You playfully bumped your elbow with his. “Do they have a name?”
Joaquín gave a conspiratorial grin as he raised his mug to his lips. “I’ll tell you later.”
Sam called out to you, cackling. “Lookin’ good out there!”
“Fuck off, Wilson!”
You turned back to Joaquín, rolling your eyes as the dance instructor yelled for you to loosen up. When you stepped on his foot for the third time, you winced. “Sorry!”
He chuckled as he gave your hips a reassuring squeeze. “You’re fine, Y/N. Just breathe.”
You nodded, your eyes going back to your feet. You don’t know how many months you spent begging your sister to take you out of the dance portion of the reception. Even as children, you were so awkward that you didn’t dare try to mimic the fluid rhythms your sister and cousins displayed.
“Are you sure you don’t want to switch partners?” You nodded towards one of your sister’s sorority sisters. “Paula is a much better dancer and she’s really funny.”
Joaquín threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure she’s great but you’ve charmed me from the moment you very brazenly flirted with me at the bar. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”
You snorted, small smile growing in the curves of your mouth. “Shut up. You flirted with me first.”
“There’s that smile.” His fingers tapped your waist. “Follow my lead, okay? I’ve got you.”
The instructor clapped out another eight count and Joaquín swept you off of your feet, literally and figuratively. You beamed as you both glided across the floor, amazed that you hadn’t stopped the beautiful flow he was creating.
“See? You’re a natural,” he said, pride in his tone.
His warm gaze took the breath from your lungs so all you could do was nod.
“All right, class!” The instructor clapped their hands. “That’s all for today! Great job!” They nodded to you and Joaquín. “Especially from you two.”
Your face burned as your sister and her friends cheered.
You turned to Joaquín. “You’re a saint, you know that?”
He waved off your words. “You’re not as bad as you think you are. Just got to let those nerves go.” He leaned in closer. “Did you want to grab lunch? There’s a little bistro near the hotel that I wanted to try. “
Nikki appeared suddenly, smiling at Joaquín. “You don’t mind me stealing your partner, do you?”
“Nikki — ”
“Don’t keep her away too long.” He’d said the words so casually, so easy. Like he’d been asked about the weather or what sports team he rooted for. “She still hasn’t told me more about her whiskey weekends.”
Your face warmed as your sister’s wide brown eyes found yours. “Whiskey weekends, huh?”
You ignored her, your eyes on him. “How about dinner instead? Seven okay?”
Joaquín’s cheeks dimpled as he smiled. “Seven is perfect.” He nodded to your sister. “She’s all yours, boss.”
“Bye, Joaquín.”
You grabbed Nikki’s wrist and dragged her towards the exit, her laugh echoing throughout the studio. When you reached the parking lot, you fixed her with a glare. “What the hell was that!”
She feigned surprise. “What?”
“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She crossed her arms. “Joaco and I are —”
“So, it’s Joaco, now?” You groaned. “C’mon, anybody would have to blind to not see the way you two look at each other! He’s hot, you’re hot. What’s the problem?”
“Not the point,” you deadpanned. “I barely know him. We probably won’t even see each other after the wedding so what’s the point starting something we won’t finish?”
“Who says you won’t finish it? You literally told me last week that you were thinking of moving back.”
“He lives in the city?”
Nikki frowned. “Did he not tell you that? He and Sam work together. He used to live in Arizona but when Sam and Steve asked if he wanted to go into business with them, he relocated.”
That changed things. It had been easier to imagine a torrid coupling that ended with you never crossing paths again, but if he’d be living in the city — working with Sam, whose company wasn’t that far from where you lived — made your belly clench.
“Huh.”
“Is that a ‘huh, I should listen to my sister for once and ask out the hot best man’ or ‘huh, I’m about to overthink everything because now said best man is going to be close’?”
You flattened your features. “You’re so funny.”
A shit-eating grin stretched across Nikki’s face. “And brilliant and all-knowing. Don’t forget that.” Her smile fell some and she gave you a solemn look. “You know I’m just messing with you, right?”
“I know.”
“Hey.” She put a hand to your cheek. “Don’t do that.”
Your brows canted. “Do what?”
“Make that face,” she gestured with her hands, “and start thinking that something’s wrong with you.”
“Isn’t there? I was with Dante for, what, six months? He’s probably the longest relationship I’ve ever had and I hated every second of it.” You pressed the heel of your palm against your forehead. “Maybe I’m not built for forever, y’know?”
Nikki gathered you into her arms. “You’re nothing like them, do you hear me?”
“Maybe I am, Nik. Maybe all I want is the idea of someone but not the person themselves. I don’t want to do that to Joaquín. He’s so sweet and funny and I’m just —”
She pulled back, a smile on her lips. “You have so much love and care to give and anyone would be lucky to get to be loved by you.”
The corner of your mouth lifted. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m your sister, I don’t have to spare your feelings. But should anything go awry, I’ll be there to protect you and help pick up the pieces.” She held up her pinky finger. “Swear.”
You chuckled and looped your finger around hers. “Swear.”
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
Nikki had insisted on taking you shopping for a new outfit and you’d decided on a beautiful, form-fitting brown satin dress that stopped just above your knees and brown chunky platform heels. You kept your makeup fairly neutral and let your curls frame your face and hang down your shoulders and back. Around your neck were a simple gold necklace stack and gold rings adorned your fingers.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve built my ego tenfold.” Your eyes glanced around the restaurant. “You didn’t say how nice this place was. We could’ve gone somewhere cheaper.”
A wolfish grin curled at the corners of Joaquín’s mouth. “How was I supposed to impress you if I just took you out to a drive-thru?”
You playfully rolled your eyes. “Chivalry doesn’t die just because you took me to Wendy’s. But thank you for asking me out.”
“I’m surprised you said yes, honestly.” You scoffed. “Hand to God! You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met.”
“I don’t know about that. You and Sam must work with some pretty cool clients at the firm.”
“You’re infinitely cooler, sweetheart. Trust me.”
You pushed down the elation at hearing the pet name and set the menu down. “Tell me about yourself.”
He leaned in close. “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings?”
“No siblings. My dad owns a mechanic shop and my mom and aunt run a small restaurant in Phoenix. I was born in Sonoita, Arizona, this tiny place with less than a thousand people.”
“Coming to the city must’ve been a culture shock.”
Joaquín chuckled. “Hit me like a fuckin’ brick, let me tell you.”
“So, how’d you meet back up with Sam? I remember you saying that you lost touch after college.”
“After university, I applied to, maybe, fifty positions with over a hundred different corporate firms and I was striking out left and right. Sam messaged me on Instagram a little while later asking to catch up. When he first asked me to join his firm, I tuned him down.”
“Why?”
He lifted his shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Sam. He’s one of the best guys I know. But I didn’t want him to just give me a job, y’know?”
You nodded. “That’s fair but I don’t see Sam as being the type to hand out opportunities to just anyone. If he offered you a position, it’s because he believes in you.”
Joaquín smiled. “I suppose so.”
Your server came back with your drink orders. He smiled at you, his notepad in hand. “And are we ready to order? We have a butternut squash risotto as one of our specials, if you’re interested.”
“That actually sounds delicious.” You looked to Joaquín. “Is it okay if I get that?”
“You get whatever you want, sweetheart.”
Your cheeks burned and you, thankfully, didn’t stumble over reciting your order. As Joaquín spoke to the server, you couldn’t help giving him a once over. He wore a navy blue dress shirt that looked painted on, the top three buttons undone. His curls were messily styled and falling in his eyes. His face was clean-shaven save for his goatee and mustache. His big hands were adorned with silver rings. Much like the first night you met, your mouth watered at the thought of those hands on you. How rough or soft they’d feel against your skin.
His gaze found yours and he winked at you. You needed him carnally.
“I think he likes you.”
Your brows pulled down. “What?”
“Our server. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we got here.” He chuckled. “I can’t blame him.”
“You’re doing it again.”
He raised a brow. “Doing what?”
“Flirting with me,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Keep doing that and I’ll get the wrong idea.”
“Maybe it’s not the wrong idea. Maybe it’s right.”
“Look, Joaquín, I don’t know if it’s because of the wedding or if this is one of those rom-com scenarios, but I like you. A lot. But I’ve never been good at relationships and I don’t want to ruin whatever this is before it even gets off the ground.”
He put a hand over one of yours. “I’m willing to go as fast or as slow as you want to.”
“And what if you get tired of waiting for me?”
“How about we just get through dinner first, then the wedding, and we’ll meet each other in the middle?” Your food was sat down in front of you but his hand never left the top of yours. “If after this weekend, you don’t want to keep in touch, I won’t be upset.” He cocked his head to the side. “Okay, I might be a little upset but I’ll respect your decision.”
You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips. “I can do that.”
“Good.” He leaned back into his seat and picked up his fork, his eyes still on you. “Now, I have an important question to ask you.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Okay…”
“Do you like scary movies?”
“What’re you reading?”
You ducked your head between the pages of your book. “Jesus Christ, don’t do that!”
“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming up behind you.” Joaquín tapped the top of your bare knee with a callused finger. “Must be quite an engrossing read.”
“Something like that.” You slid your glasses to the top of your head. “What are you doing up so late?”
He lifted a shoulder. “I’m a bit of an insomniac. What about you?”
“Nerves.” You held your book up. “Figured I’d finish this book I found in my room.”
“Verdict?”
“I should’ve just gotten a drink at the bar before they closed,” you said, snorting.
“We can crack open a bottle in my room if you want.”
You raised a brow. “You raid the mini bars at hotels?”
“God, no! That’s a scam waiting to happen.” A smile grew along his lips. “I bring my own poison.”
You raised a brow. “What kind of alcohol are we talking?”
Joaquín leaned in towards you, his voice low and husky. “I’m a whiskey man.”
God, you could get lost in his eyes. Where most people would leer at you or completely ignore you, Joaquín seemed to be looking to the very soul of you. You could’ve told him anything and everything, given him whatever he wanted.
“And I think I have snacks from my plane ride here.”
You doggy eared your book page and stood to your feet. “Lead the way.”
Joaquín looped his arm through yours and led you down the hallway towards the main lobby. You both must have looked silly to passerby: both of you in pajamas, giggling like teenagers. You caught the elevator just as two people got off and you pressed the seven button.
Once the doors closed, a tension filled the car. Every so often, one of you would shift your weight and the backs of your hands would brush against each other, both of you muttering hushed apologies to each other.
Hazy, heated thoughts ran rampant in your mind. Out of your peripheral, you saw Joaquín leaned up against the railing on the right side of the car. Everything about him just oozed sexy: from the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and biceps, to how perfectly his curls fell in his eyes before he pushed it back with one of his strong hands.
His hands. God, his hands.
You shifted your weight again, discreetly rubbing her thighs together to diffuse the tension between your legs. The elevator music suddenly seemed louder and deafening.
“…okay?”
You blinked and turned to Joaquín. He was in front of you now, his hands reaching for you but not quite touching you. Worry painted his features.
“What?”
“We’re on our floor.” His eyes skimmed your face. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, an apologetic smile on your lips. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You cleared your throat and stepped past him out of the elevator. The heat from his body laved against your back. You started towards the left before you turned to look at him over your shoulder.
“I don’t know where your room is,” you said, your voice small.
Joaquín took one of your wrists in his hand and said, “I’ve got you.”
You decided that you loved the way Joaquín laughed.
His eyes crinkled at the sides as he clutched his sides. Sometimes a small snort would pass his lips and it made him laugh even harder. He looked boyish, gentle.
You were sat in the middle of his hotel room floor, the bottle of Jack Daniels between the two of you and the TV turned low in the background. You’d just told him about your first encounter with the Chuck E. Cheese mascot and how the poor then teenager got a swift kick to the groin by an eight year old.
“God, that was great.” He dabbed at the corners of his eyes. “Do you make everyone you drink with laugh this much?”
You knocked back the last of your glass. “Not intentionally.”
“Funny and beautiful,” Joaquín said, toasting to you. “One of my favorite combinations.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I only want one to believe me.”
“I want to try something. Is that okay?” He nodded. “I need you to say it out loud.”
“Yes.”
You crawled towards him and experimentally straddled him, your hands on his shoulders. Your heart was pounding and you were getting lightheaded but you held your resolve. “Kiss me.”
One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for a slow, hard kiss. His tongue laved the inside of your mouth and you moaned. Your fingers carded through his curls, pulling him closer to you. Teeth clanged against each other as lips were pulled between them, soft moans spilling into the silent void around you both.
Joaquín pulled back. “I’ve been wanting to do that since that first night in the bar.”
You smiled. “Me, too.” Your eyes found the digital clock over his shoulder. “It’s late. I should go.”
“No,” he whined, caging you against his chest. “Stay.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “I can’t. Not tonight.”
His brown eyes brightened. “So tomorrow night?”
“Maybe. If you behave.” You disentangled yourself from his embrace and stood to your feet. “Goodnight, Mr. Torres.”
“See you in the morning.”
The morning of the wedding started slower than you thought it would have.
You had been sitting in the makeup chair for ten minutes, waiting for Nikki to emerge from behind the folding screen set up in the middle of the room. The bridesmaids were getting ready in the suite next door and you and Nikki shared this suite.
“You look beautiful.”
You turned and saw Nikki; her dress was beautiful: the sleeves were delicate lace and looked beautiful against her brown skin. The back of the dress plunged low and fed into the skirt that trailed behind her. She decided to keep her makeup and hair simple with a natural look and her coils swept up into a polished bun.
You blinked furiously. “You look so beautiful but if I cry, I’m sure the makeup artist will murder me.”
Nikki chuckled. “Me? You look stunning.”
“Compared to you, I look like Ernie from Sesame Street.”
She rolled her eyes. “Take the compliment, you goof.”
You stood up from your chair and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you, too.” Nikki pulled back, her eyes misty. “I couldn’t do any of this without you.” You snorted. “I’m serious! You might not think it, but you’ve been a huge inspiration to me.”
“Bullshit.”
Nikki laughed. “Remember when we went camping that one summer? With Granny and her boyfriend, Alvin?”
You nodded. “We went hiking while they were taking a nap and got lost.” You had wanted to go find a creek that you’d passed on the way to your camping spot.
“You were, what, nine? Ten?”
“I was eight and a half,” you said, smirking.
“We’d gotten lost and I got so scared. I started crying and I think I said Mom’s name.” Nikki shook her head. “I was crying and tired and the last thing I wanted was to keep getting lost.
“But then you bent down and wiped my tears away. You were barely nine years old and you made sure that I was okay before we finally found a park ranger.” She put a hand to your cheek. “Do you remember what you said to me?”
“I said that we would always have each other. No matter what.”
Nikki nodded. “I know that our childhood was less than ideal, shitty at best. I know that outside of Granny, all we had was each other and that made our relationship a little more complicated than other siblings. But there’s not a day that goes by when I’m not in total awe of you.”
“Oh, yeah, my impulsivity and lacking love life are aspirational.”
“You’re one of the strongest people I know,” she rebutted. “As much as I raised you, you raised me, too. You taught me about passion and determination. You’ve made me think outside of the box and go after things that I want. You showed me what being a kid was and how we shouldn’t want to grow up too fast. Anything I learned about self-love and confidence, I got from you.”
You tilted your head back. “The makeup artist had me in the chair for forty minutes, Nikki! I can’t cry off all of her hard work!”
She pulled you into a hug. “No matter what happens, no matter what stages of life we’re in, it’s always going to be us against the world. Don’t ever doubt that.”
You nodded against her shoulder. “I love you, Nikki.”
“I love you, too.”
A knock came upon the door and the wedding planner, Natasha, poked her head in. “It’s time, you guys.” A warm smile crossed her lips. “You both look gorgeous, truly.”
“Thank you,” Nikki said. She squared her shoulders and looped her arm with her yours. “We’re ready.”
You were all too aware of Joaquín’s presence beside you.
It didn’t help that he looked downright sinful in his suit. Did he paint the damn thing on or did it just fit him too well? His hair was artfully messy, curls falling in his eyes. His knuckles brushed up against yours a few times, so soft you’d thought you imagined the contact.
“You’re killing me,” he said against your ear.
You arched a brow. “What?”
“It’s taking all of my self-control not to whisk you off to the church basement and have my way with you.” His voice was rough. “Remind me to personally thank your sister for choosing the dress.”
A triumphant smirk colored your lips. “Noted.”
The organ kicked up and Joaquín turned to face you. “Ready?” He held out his arm.
You nodded and looped your arm through his. The ushers opened the doors and you were met with the guests and white rose covered aisle. As you waited for the second to last pair of the wedding party to head down the aisle, Joaquín leaned in towards you again, his breath laving the shell of your ear.
“I won’t let you fall.”
The couple in front of you started down the aisle and you gripped onto Joaquín’s arm tighter. Once the others were further up the aisle, he took a step forward and you followed. Every few steps, you stole glances at him, your breath catching. Once you were at the foot of the altar, he held his arm up for you to stand beside the other bridesmaids and he crossed over to the groom’s side.
“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of this lovely couple.”
Joaquín caught your eye as the pastor continued his speech. His happiness shone so bright on his face that you couldn’t help but mirror it. You like the rest of the crowd, were brought to tears by the Sam and Nikki’s vows and cheered like sports fans when they kissed as man and wife.
As they were about to step down from the altar, Nikki pulled you into a crushing hug. She whispered teary thank-yous and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“I love you. So much.”
You looked over your sister’s shoulder to your newly minted brother-in-law. “See you for dinner in two weeks?”
Sam smiled and took hold of your wrist. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You needed an out. Quickly.
Your speech at the reception had most of the room in tears and a few of the wedding party members congratulated you off to the side. When it was time for the waltz, the tension between you and Joaquín was smoldering and all-consuming. All you could think about was his lips on yours.
Before Sam and Nikki made their way to the middle of the dance floor, Joaquín whispered in your ear, “You have two hours.”
“For what?”
“Until you’re mine for the rest of the night.” The noise that left your throat was suffocated by the cheers and applauds for the bride and groom but you knew that he heard it. He moved to go sit at his table before you could get the words off of your tongue.
You kept up appearances as well as you could but during lapses in conversation, your attention wandered to Joaquín. He teased you, subtly biting and licking his lips or giving you quick once overs as he spoke to some distant relative of yours.
Nikki and Sam gave were basking in their marital bliss and, thankfully, didn’t notice the two of you shamelessly flirting from across the ballroom.
The evening died down and Joaquín offered to walk you back to your room. You agreed, ignoring the teases from Nikki and Sam, and let him lead you out of the ballroom. Once the elevator doors closed, his hands were on your skin. Hot, open-mouthed kisses scorched the curve of your neck and shoulders. Hands buried themselves into your hair, holding you firm against the man in front of you.
You didn’t remember how you’d gotten to his floor without bumping into other guests or falling over each other, but you did. The beep of Joaquín’s keycard unlocking the suite door made your heartbeat kick up.
“That dress is sinful on you, you know that?”
“Wait, wait.” You pulled back. “Help me out of this dress. It cost a fucking fortune.”
“My pleasure.” His fingers deftly worked at the buttons on the back of your dress. Once the garment loosened against your shoulders, his fingers hooked around the straps and slid them down slow. Soft kisses peppered along the back of your shoulders. “Such soft skin you have.”
You leaned into his touch, a soft groan falling from your lips. Cool air gave your skin gooseflesh and you shuddered. Your dress pooled around your ankles and you were clad only in your lingerie. You smirked at his sharp inhale. To know that someone as gorgeous as Joaquín Torres was taken aback at the sight of your half-naked body emboldened you.
You tipped your chin. “Kiss me.”
He took your face in his hands and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours, barely skimming the flesh. He was teasing you, you knew that. What you wouldn’t have given to just melt into his touch and be the first to kiss him. But you cut your gaze between his lips and his eyes, silently daring him to make the move.
He chuckled. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?”
You ran your thumb along the length of his hand. “Determined, actually.”
“You know that you could kiss me first.”
You let out a breathy sigh. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Joaquín smirked and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. His tongue laved across the top of yours and his moans vibrated through you. His hands brought your face closer and deepened the kiss. “Jesus, doll, you taste like heaven.”
You rested your forehead against his to catch your breath. You tried to think of something to say, anything to say, but your mind was fogged from kissing him.
He moved you towards the bed and laid you down, kneeling in between your thighs. “I want to taste you.”
You shivered at his words. “Do you?”
One of Joaquín’s hands skimmed a languid trail between the valley of your breasts. His fingertips danced a trail along the soft expanse of your torso, earning him soft gasps and caught sighs. When his fingertips hovered above the waistband of your underwear, his brown eyes met yours again. “Or perhaps I should tease you? Make you beg?”
“I don’t beg.” Your voice was breathy, weak, as you spoke.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He was mocking you, teasing just as you’d done to him moments earlier. His fingers dipped below the elastic, tip-toeing across the top of your pubic mound. Your hips bucked and his lips split into a cocky grin.
“My, my, aren’t we eager?” The very tip of his middle finger hovered above your clitoral hood, tracing a half-circle along the skin. Joaquín looped an arm around your waist to keep you balanced and made slow, teasing circles against your clit.
You screwed your eyes shut and sank your teeth into your bottom lip. A moan threatened to pass your lips but you stifled it. Your fists balled against Joaquín’s shoulders as ripples of pleasure surged through you. “Joaco.”
“I can get used to you calling me that.” His lips trailed along the curve of your jaw. “I bet you’re all wet for me, aren’t you?” Two fingers entered your sex and made a come hither motion. A shock of pleasure rocked you and you let out a moan. “Love how wet you are for me.”
You tried to speak his name but garbled moans left your tongue instead. A warm slickness played at your clit and you let out a cry.
“You taste so sweet, darlin’,” he said against you. “Bet I can make you come all over my tongue.”
Your back arched off the bed and your mouth hung open in wild pleasure as Joaquín ate your pussy like it was his favorite meal. Your toes curled against his back and your thighs all but crushed him against you.
“Fuck, Joaquín, don’t stop!”
He moaned against your sex, the sound of your wetness and his tongue lapping bounced off of the walls. He lifted up and smiled a devilish smile at you. “Such a good girl getting wet for me like this. Making such a pretty mess.” He nipped at your inner thigh and kissed the bruises he left behind. His thick fingers gathered some of your juices and traveled down to play at your asshole. He groaned at how pretty and puckered it was. “Such a pretty little hole.”
One of his digits pushed against the puckered hole and your back arched up again and a throaty moan left your mouth.
“Fuck!”
“You like that, darlin’? Like when I play with your ass?” He worked his finger further into you and another cry broke from your lips. “Your pretty pussy is weeping. Do you play with your asshole when you’re alone, baby girl?” He kissed up your body, lips latching onto one of your pert nipples.
You fisted the sheets and bucked your hips as Joaquín stretched and finger fucked your ass. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes and broken cries of his name filled the room. For a second, you remembered you were in a hotel room and that whoever was in the rooms opposite them could hear you getting absolutely destroyed.
Hope they’re enjoying the show, then.
Your belly tightened and your legs shook as your orgasm rushed through you. A broken sob ripped through you and you flattened on the bed, shivering and sweat-slicked. Joaquín’s fingers left your ass and he slanted his mouth over yours.
“Oh, my pretty girl.” He pushed away tendrils of curls that were stuck to your forehead. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
You gave a weak chuckle. “You’re one of my brother-in-law’s best friends. The cosmos saw something in you. Take your pick.” You heard the clicking of his belt buckle and your mouth watered.
“Think you can play a little longer, baby?” He lined himself up with your pussy. “Because I’ve been waiting to feel you around my cock for the past twenty-something hours.”
A wicked glint flashed in your brown eyes. “What are you waiting for, then, Torres?”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He lined the head of his cock with your pussy and sank deep inside of you. You threw your head back in pleasure as your walls fluttered around him.
“You’re real fuckin’ tight, honey. Feels so good.”
Your nails bit into his shoulders as you bucked your hips into his. “Fuck me, Joaco.”
His hips moved against yours slow at first. He circled his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a torturous pace. He snickered at your needy whines and mewls. “Such a greedy pussy you have.” His hips snapped against yours and you gasped. “Makes me think nobody treats your pretty pussy like they should. Is that what it is, baby?”
Your head lolled from side to side and your words faded into moans. Then, his hips rutted into you at a brutal pace and a swelling orgasm built in your belly. Spots darkened your sight and one of your hands fisted his hair. “I’m going to cum!”
Joaquín took his lips from the hollow of your neck. “I’m almost there, baby, hold on.” He pressed his forehead against yours and rutted harder into you. When his thrusts got sloppier, he let out a groan and you felt his cock twitch inside of you as you chased after your own climax.
He collapsed on top of you, hard pants mixing with soft chuckles. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the apex of your collarbones. “Nikki said something about you moving back to the city.”
You hummed. “She told me that you were planning to stay in the city.”
“I technically moved back a few weeks ago. I haven’t told Sam or Steve yet.”
You brushed a few curls from his sweat-damp forehead. “I might need a place to crash for a few days until my stuff arrives.”
One of his hands gripped your ass, softly kneading the skin. “Or you could stay for as long as you want and we could see where this goes.”
“You’re sure?”
He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ve never been more sure about anything else. I meant it when I said that I think you’re incredible. If I can keep you with me for as long as I can, I will.”
You smiled. “Okay.”
“Seriously?” He cupped your cheek, your name a light chuckle on his tongue. “You want to try with me?”
As you opened your mouth to answer, a knock came upon the door. Joaquín groaned and rested his head against your shoulder. “It’s probably a noise complaint.”
“You go answer, then. It was mostly you.” You smacked him in the face with a pillow. “Fine, fine! I’m getting up!” You let out a low whistle as he padded across the room, completely naked, and went to open the door. You couldn’t hear who the other voice was but you figured it wasn’t serious from Joaquín’s belly laugh.
“Who is it?”
He shut the door and came back into view, your sister’s bouquet in his left hand. “I don’t know if I should laugh or be offended.”
You rolled your eyes. “They think they’re so funny.”
“I don’t know, baby, maybe we’ll be next.” Joaquín set the bouquet on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, pulling you against him. “I think we’d make a great married couple.”
“Let’s get through me staying with you before we jump straight to marriage, Casanova.”
“You didn’t say no.”
You smiled. “We’ll discuss it.”
𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — not gon' hold y'all, this made me fall in love with joaco something fucking fierce
#galatially#the way that i want you#joaquín torres#joaquín torres x black!reader#the falcon#the falcon x black!reader
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Got any SaneGiyuu nsfw alphabet for us😉😉
Dumbass 🐍 friend
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
includes sanegiyuu and explicit sexual content
a/n: snek friend ilysm
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Sanemi’s actually really caring and a bit playful with Giyuu. He’d ask, quietly, if anything is hurting. When Giyuu says he’s all sore then you can bet Sanemi would go, “That’s what you wanted, right?” with a shit eating grin on his face.
Sanemi is so soft, so gentle during this time. He tucks Giyuu’s hair behind his ear, kisses his temple and just pulls him close.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sanemi likes Giyuu’s waist. He loves the way his fingers almost touch when he grips him there.
Giyuu likes Sanemi’s hand because they are the same hands that hold him. It’s also because he can easily kiss the scars on them.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Giyuu is a cumslut who puts on a show of swallowing cum.
Sanemi likes to give facials.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
They’ve done it in an empty train before.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
They really thought they hated each other so much back then that they could never be intimate with one another. Oh, were they wrong! Even if they’ve got experience under their belts before being together they’re still so fucking anxious to fuck sometimes.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
Giyuu likes riding Sanemi.
Sanemi likes pinning Giyuu against a wall and fucking him with his legs pressed to his chest.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Not really. They just forget the condoms and have to drive back to the convenience store sometimes.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Sanemi’s trail is a little bit cleaner than Giyuu’s but Sanemi doesn’t mind.
Giyuu was actually really surprised that the carpet matched the drapes for Sanemi. He was all like “Oh, it’s silver too?” and then Sanemi bonked him in the head after that.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
So fucking intimate. Not a moment without a kiss on the lips, neck, and wherever the fuck. They can’t get enough of each other.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
They’ve jacked off together. They’ve also had their fair share of phone sex.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Sanemi likes taking control and likes it when Giyuu begs for him. Giyuu likes being bound and he’s happy as long as he gets cum in his mouth and/or his ass.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Giyuu prefers more private places and Sanemi likes to live on the edge. Sanemi convined him to have sex in an empty parking lot before. He fucked Giyuu on his motorbike.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
They’ve set nudes to each other for sure. It takes very little for them to rile each other up. One brush of Giyuu’s hand agaisnt Sanemi’s coupled with an alluring glance with those beautiful blue eyes and they are off to their room.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Waterworks.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Giyuu gives more than Sanemi does. Sanemi compensates by picking him up, sitting him on his lap and jacking him off.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Sanemi knows Giyuu wants it to be a combination of both but also knows that the fast and rough part slightly overruns the soft and sensual. He makes sure to litter him with kisses when he fucks him strong enough to have the headboards bumping into the wall.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Once they begin to live together then this won’t be a preference.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Once when they were in a hotel, Sanemi fucked Giyuu against a huge glass window.
Giyuu has sucked Sanemi off under a table while Sanemi was having a Zoom meeting. He was a relentless tease about it, too.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
They can both handle around 2-4 rounds. Sometimes they can do five when Giyuu has missed him more than usual.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Both of them have personalized collars. Giyuu’s says “slut” and Sanemi’s says “bitch.”
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Sanemi likes to see how much and how long it takes for Giyuu to beg. He suspends the flesh in his hand after a harsh slap on Giyuu’s ass. He lightly massages him there and watches his partner twitch against the vibrator he’s been teasing him with.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Giyuu gets loud with him. When he’s being fucked by Sanemi then there’s no way he can be quiet. He tells him that, too, with a bite to his earlobe. He groans his command for Giyuu right in his ear and rewards Giyuu with a tug on his collar when he obeys.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Giyuu has a liking for Sanemi’s belt. He tugs on it sometimes and quietly pleads for Sanemi to use it to bind his wrists together.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Both of them have almost the same length but Sanemi’s is just a little thicker.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Oh, they yearn for each other often. It’s also common for one of them go home stressed from work and just begin fucking the other by the entrance door.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Giyuu falls much faster than Sanemi does. Sometimes Giyuu even gets drowsy when Sanemi begins to clean him up.
#sanegiyuu#sanegiyu#sanemi x giyuu#shinazugawa sanemi#tomioka giyuu#tomioka giyu#anime#smut#demon slayer#demon slayer headcanons#demon slayer smut#kny smut#kny headcanons#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba smut#smut alphabet#mio#snek anon#sanegiyuu smut alphabet#anime smut#anime headcanons#headcanons#answered
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This may border on victimblaming, but most of stories about how someone was "groomed" online that I saw (I didn't research it, mind you, just what crossed my dashboard) read to me as "I am a total dumbass who doesn't have common sense and I am going to blame everyone for this".
Like older* guy on forum who talks about how you being offline makes him want to kill himself is not a good man, and neither are any other kinds of "online groomers", but literally nothing about technology makes them more dangerous.
(*Assuming that he is in fact older, I also was "in my early 30s" online since I was 12, but that's not that important because him living who the fuck knows where makes any actual power imbalance irrelevant, and teenagers are very much capable of being cruel and manipulative).
In fact, online interactions are way safer for kids because they fucking can close the tab and forget about everything that happened. Restrictions on children's access to internet doesn't help them. I am not even going to talk about how abusive families can be - outside of home is also not that safe, and people actually may have power over you. In my high school there were rumours about certain teachers sleeping with certain students. I don't know were they true, but I myself was present when one of our teachers went on a discussion about how it's better for schoolgirls to date college students and graduates to "get better experience". People who live close to you may be very gross and bigoted, in fact there is someone close to you and bigoted. Slightly older people can tell about absolutely awful culture of teen neighborhood groups (idk if there was something like that in USA but that's when people of one urban neighborhood hang out together purely because they live close by).
Mind you, I grew up on my local equivalent of 4chan, and while I don't think that it was good for me, the grossest experiences I had were all IRL. Yes, some of those anons may be totally inhuman, but I didn't have to listen to their bullshit, while IRL I had not only to listen but to politely agree, or the middle aged man with ego of a toddler and the middle aged woman who believes in every conspiracy on Earth and the teenage boy who thinks that he is the protagonist of life will be offended, and I am a good kid so I shouldn't make them sad :(
P.S.: Anecdotally, "normie" online places felt way grosser than imageboards. Part of it may be because it was before Trump ruined online everywhere, part of it that those "normie" online places were not as normal as they liked to pretend, but I think that the correct answer is that 4chan is not some malicious entity that corrupts our world, not even really marginal group - it's just content of middle class cranium without flattering makeup of civility. Still, don't go there
P.P.S.: I focused on school because the discourse was about kids, but like, you realise that adult abuse on workplace and such can be way worse and actually endanger your life in the way online never can, right?
Yeah, definitely, it’s an extension of the “stranger danger” model of abuse instead of the reality where most abuse comes from people you know that have power over you, whether it be in a family, school, or work setting. I was constantly told not to talk to strangers online because they’re dangerous by a family member who was literally abusing me lol.
There is harm that can be done by having unfettered internet access as a kid, but until the astronomically greater harm of kids having no rights in the face of parental dominion is addressed, I don’t think parents having more rights to control their children is a good idea
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Do you have some headcanons for Nikolai’s and Fyodor’s cocks?
I tried to find this in my older answers, but I couldn't because my dumbass forgot to tag it properly, so I will write it again :3 who knows, maybe my opinion changed
For Fyodor, I think he is circumcised, a bit thinner, but slightly above average in length. I know averages usually differ, but let's assume average is 5.25 or 13cm, so Fyodor is 5.9 inches to 6.6 when he is really hard, between 15-17cm. I feel like he isn't a grower. I would assume he is quite pale, besides his tip being light pink color. He probably has visible veins that slightly pop out when he is turned on, I think he has a very prominent one on the side of his cock that goes from the base up to the half of his cock and is very sensitive. I think his meatus is average and very sensitive, but besides that, I think he is also quite sensitive on the underside of his cock, especially where his tip connects to it (that little dented and "rubbery" portion of skin). I also think he has average sized balls that are firm and smooth with a very small dent underneath which is also quite sensitive. As for the hair, I don't think he is hairy at all and even if he was - he would shave it if his partner prefers it that way, but he doesn't really care in general. I would also say his cock sits fairly straight, but is a little bit dented on top on the half of his cock, nothing too much. His skin is smooth and gentle, I would also assume he has few beauty marks on his cock as well as his pelvic area :D
On the other hand, Nikolai, is uncircumcised, more thick and average(ish) in length. I would say he is around..5.5 inches or 14cm usually, but he can get to 5.9 inches (15cm) when he is very turned on. I think he is a grower, lol. Also, I think his cock matches his skin tone, perhaps a little bit darker, while his tip is darker/more prominent pink color. He is somewhat veiny, perhaps 2-3 little & short pumped veins on the sides of his cock and one on the each - top and bottom side of it. I think his tip is a bit thicker, nothing too crazy, his meatus is also average sized but not as sensitive. It requires a bit more pressure to stimulate it enough to get reactions out of him. As for his sensitive parts, I would definitely say the sides of his tip and the thinner skin below it as well as the middle/half of his cock, especially where those 2 veins are. I would also say his balls are sensitive, mostly on the underside, closer to his ass, LOL. I think his balls are a bit bigger and heavier, fairly round and smooth. As for the hair, I think he is hairy, but grooms it nicely, doesn't care about being completely shaved unless you do. He thinks it could add more friction. I think his cock is slightly curving up, so not completely straight, leaning a little bit to the right side :3
** I also think Nikolai's foreskin is fairly thin and soft.. he likes when you leave gentle and small hickeys on top
#stinkyanswers#i hope this was enjoyable#if i forgot to cover up anything....i apologize but i hope i didn't#yeah... :3
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1/2) <- I'll be revealing the groomer without the anon thing so you can see why but for now I'll reveal that sick bastard after the post cuz hhhh I'm so pissed off.
Lady and gentlemen (or nonbinary, nonhuman people, or sum) this is a good example of why pedophiles/groomers shouldn't be alive. And I'm sick of people saying that KOSA will solve it. If you think KOSA will automatically "solve" it, you're a dumbass- censoring the internet won't do shit.
"But they are censoring the internet and censoring those people it's not a big deal!" Dumbass, they said they were gonna censor trans and queer people and shit but they NEVER said anything about protecting kids from doxxed and harassed or preventing them from getting groomed.
As you see in the image this is a good example of me receiving those disgusting ass asks from people, including from a GROOMER who has been stalking me for a while now and you think it's easy for me to ignore them? No. It's not.
Because if the groomer keeps stalking me plus KOSA slowing passing or soon being accepted is the worse part because you don't know if the bill will help anyone who is being stalked by a pedophile on the internet.
Do you think ignoring a groomer who is stalking you for a year will solve anything and saying stuff like "Oh but I do hope Kosa will censor them too!"
No! Kosa doesn't even care. How can you be this stupid to know that?
EVEN IF SOMEONE'S POST IS A AWARENESS OR A PRIDE THING KOSA WILL CENSOR AND SILENCE PEOPLE NO MATTER WHAT. STOP BEING BLIND AND REALIZE KOSA DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE TRUE SAFETY OF CHILDREN 🗣🗣🗣❗️❗️💥💥‼️‼️⁉️⁉️
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Taopp Maya and Rowan analysis
It’s interesting to see how similar the two of them are, seemingly being foils to one another. If you look at their differences and similarities you can see why Maya gets away and is able to have a life with Maddox while Rowan dies in the end.
The biggest differences are patience and willingness to work within the system.
Maya is apparently a couple years older than Rowan, I think I saw that in an ask, and hasn’t had the luxury of being able to indulge in pure hedonism like Rowan has. She has to be more careful with her moves, like playing a game of chess delicately. Rowan koolaid mans his way through every problem, he needs Louis to help him strategize. He doesn’t have the same life experience Maya had. They’re both scheming opportunists who take full advantage of whatever tools that are at their disposal, Rowan tends to use a hammer for every issue while Maya is more considerate of the consequences and what can be done.
Maya and Rowan are both fully ready to kill and throw Jason under the bus to get what they want, actually forget throwing him under the bus, those two were doing donuts over him. Maya wasn’t even the one to suggest Rowan pardoning him, she was just going to get him potentially killed. They both grew up in an environment where brutal tactics were encouraged, Maya doesn’t even bat an eye at her father having murdered the old queen, excusing it as a necessary sacrifice. You can see how similar they are with how they interact, Maya dropping every semblance of polite princess and just swearing like a sailor while calling Rowan a dumbass. Their homicidal plans just bounce off each other with ease, their father’s brutal tendencies showing. They are able to balance out the things holding each other back, Maya gaining Rowan’s willingness to do what it takes, while Rowan’s plan takes deep consideration of court politics with Maya’s knowledge.
They both inherited some of their father’s worst traits, particularly the murdery bits. Their better parts come out cause of their respective partners, Maddox and Louis are both good natured, and you can see how they change Maya and Rowan. Maya is willing to give up all the potential power that being queen gives to he with Maddox, while Rowan is willing to do good for the sake of Louis. Even when jealous and spiteful, Rowan goes to beg for Jason’s life because he know Louis loves him. In the end, Maya is right, palace antics kill his good. Rowan becomes too much like his father, a violent, jealous, drunkard, and Maddox has to put him down.
There’s a few other parallels between the two you can see, particularly with queerness and gender presentation. Rowan is more feminine than a what is considered traditional, wearing makeup, having a relationship with the courtier, wearing flowing black garb. Maya is envious of Rowan, wants to be able to get out of her assigned gender roles, have a relationship with the Maddox openly, not be stuck in palace politics.
In abusive households there can often times form a golden child vs scapegoat dynamic, the golden child is the prize that the parent adores while the scapegoat does everything wrong. Maya was restricted by the king’s desires to groom her into the perfect queen, while everything Rowan does is the worst possible thing to ever happen to the kingdom. It creates resentment between the two, Maya wants the freedom that Rowan has while Rowan wants the favoritism that Maya has. If Maya wasn’t the favorite then maybe Rowan’s mother would still be alive. There’s a phrase that comes to mind, the grass is greener on the other side because it’s fertilized with bullshit.
It’s clear that Maya is the king’s favorite, the king willing to kill Rowan while going into extended mourning when Maya supposedly dies. They’re standoffish with one another cause they think that the other is just like their father, but the two can get along when working for a shared goal. Maya sees the good in her brother, and is right that the palace corrupts whatever good is left.
When Maya leaves she can see the parts of her father that are evil, seeing how restrictive her father was, and how all his supposed fatherly love was just control. She can’t even bring herself to care for her father’s death.
Rowan and Maya are the two sides of the same coin, but end up in different places due to just having some differences in upbringing and partner. Maybe they’d be on opposites side of the story in the end if they’d been raised differently, but as it stands, Rowan dies from his worst traits taking over. He didn’t take the chance to leave when Maya offered it, his blood lust and lust/love for Louis being too much.
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The Prey of The Hawk p.3
Warnings: this is a bit of a filler, Reader is a dumbass, kidnapping, yandere themes, swearing, toxic power dymanics, Hawks being a little shit, infantilizing
they/them winged- reader
Masterlist, p.1, p.2
p.3 - forced to settle in the new 'normal'-
Reader was trapped by Keigo cuddling them, Reader had made their wings small just like how they did when they worked. Hawks was obsoletely fascinated by how Reader shed their feathers, so that got his attention away from getting Reader to chant his name. "I fucking hate this." Reader mumbled, Keigo was sound asleep. "And why the fuck, did this asshole put one of his unhygienic feathers?" Reader thought out loud annoyed. "You don't like my feathers?" Reader tensed up; they didn't expect Keigo would wake up. "You need to groom them better." Reader said bluntly as they weren't in the mood to lie. Keigo started to cuddle Reader tighter and rubbing his neck in their head.
"Mhm~, perhaps my baby bird is stressed because of the nest?"
"I don't nest, never have and never will." Reader said, hoping Keigo would stop with the nest nonsense. He just looked shocked at Reader with sad eyes. 'Why would he look sad about that?' Reader thought. "Oh, poor, darling! You have never felt the comfort of Nesting!"
"I don't need to nest. My quirk is not like yours." Reader said as they rolled their eyes again. They knew that they got lucky with how cautious their yandere is, especially for their rank, but now Keigo is just being delusional. "Explain your quirk then."
"No." Keigo started to tighten his grip in frustration. "How come you aren't scared of a punishment, my dear angel?" Keigo questioned, his eyes narrowing. "It's not like you can do any permanent harm." Reader shot back. "But I can break your legs or your wings under the guidance of a doctor."
"What has the world become?" Keigo was so smug about his statement, but Reader really had to urge to cut off his baby makers. "So now tell me, what is your quirk?"
"Angel hawk." Reader simply said, it wasn't a common quirk name so they knew Keigo would be even more curious. "You have seen my wings so you can understand the angel part. The bird hawk is because I have heightened senses similar to a hawk. They are weaker than your senses."
"Then you must have nesting needs as well!"
"HOW ARE WE BACK ON THIS AGAIN?!" Reader shouted out frustrated. "And don't you dare threaten me with the vail of blood! Because I will kick you in the balls!" Keigo sat up and grabbed Reader's face softly with a smile. "Don't worry~! I will get dressed and I will buy every type of nesting equipment for your quirk!"
Keigo was obviously excited and thinking all types of things, also some unholy things, which of Reader would cut of his baby maker. "But no worry! My feather will keep you safe and sound!"
"Does that mean it will also stop me from getting out of this place?" Reader questioned rather annoyed, their eyes narrowing as they started to feel the feather. "Couldn't you make me wear it as a necklace or something?"
"A necklace is way easier to take off then it being in your hair, baby bird. And don't even speak or think about leaving the house." Keigo's grip got harsher. "What is it with you and my face? And I suppose you won't tell me where I am anyways."
"How smart of you!" Keigo kissed Reader's forehead. "Ew, keep your germs away." Keigo rolled his eyes as he stood up. "I will be back soon."
When Keigo left he gave them premission to room the house. Which pissed Reader off, their temper almost exploding. "He gave me premission? Who does that bastard think he is?! That bitch! Just because he captured me doesn't mean I will do everything the training told me!"
Reader had walked into the kitchen; cooking is a way for them to calm down. Of course, only cooking one serving, of course. "That mean bird will never taste my cooking. Not now, not ever!" Reader raged on, on the verge of crying. All the stress catching up with them, they sure aren't going to show their tears to Keigo! No matter how normalized this culture is, Reader refuses to make it their normal.
When the food was finished Keigo had come back and dropped a whole box of nesting material. "THEY TOLD ME TO FIRST LET YOU TRY THIS!" Reader looked at an overly excited Keigo and ate their noodle bowl with vegetables. "I told you; I won't nest."
"You're just saying that because you don't know how to! Let me show you!"
#soft yandere#yandere#yandere hawks#yandere purge#yandere bnha#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere my hero academia#yandere hawks x reader#yandere keigo x reader#yandere keigo#yandere keigo takami#male yandere#yandere blog#obsessive yandere#yandere themes#toxic behavior#power dynamics
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Hi there! I saw you were doing nsfw alphabets for Jacob and nick from the quarry at some point and I was wondering if you could add Dylan to the list? I dont know if you do gender neutral for all of them or not but I thought I would ask! If you don’t wanna add him that’s totally ok too! Thank you 😊😊
— STARRY EYES, DYLAN LENIVY
note: gender neutral is my default, however, Dylan is gay in canon! so everything i write for him will be for a male reader, or implied to be! representation is important and i’m not about to erase that about a character for some dumbass fanfic lol
A, AFTERCARE
Dylan is the absolute sweetest but he is so awkward after sex… drag him into the shower with you and give him lots of snuggles + kisses when you’re all clean! He probably won’t let you know verbally because he’s stupid and awkward, but he’ll appreciate it <3
B, BODY PART
He knows it sounds corny, but his favourite part about you are your eyes… he likes how they can tell him what to do with a simple glance, he likes the way they look at him with such a gentle kind of love, he likes the way
C, CUM
He’s not too particular when it comes to that sort of thing, he’ll cum wherever you want him to: on your stomach, your ass, inside you, in your mouth, on your face… you get it
D, DIRTY SECRET
Dylan absolutely loves it when you mark him up, especially where it’s visible… give him some cute bite marks and hickeys on his neck and he’ll show them off proudly like he’s flaunting a precious jewel necklace you’ve given him <3
E, EXPERIENCE
I feel like he was a virgin before he met you, so he’s had no experience other than whatever porn he’s seen… which is obviously not a very good example of real world sex so you’ll definitely have to help him out. Don’t worry though! Dylan is a very quick learner <3
F, FAVOURITE POSITION
He prefers any position where he can see your face! He likes getting those little glances of reassurance when he feels like he’s doing something wrong, or feeling especially awkward. But really, he’s up for any position you’re in the mood for <3
G, GOOFY
Just like every other second of his life, Dylan can absolutely not survive at least 10 minutes without cracking a joke, doesn’t matter if it’s funny or not. He prefers fun, giggly sex to stuff that’s more serious
H, HAIR
I think he’d keep himself groomed but nothing too fancy. That being said, if you want him to do something with himself down there, he’ll obey in an instant!
I, INTIMACY
Dylan is romantic in his own way: he very much likes to make you laugh <3 he enjoys the casual-romantic kind of sex, times where you can enjoy the other persons company just as much as you’re enjoying the sex!
J, JACK OFF
After the two of you met he never really found the need to do so, he prefers the in person experience, the real thing with real touches from you
K, KINKS
As I said before, he’s really into getting marked up and showing the bruises and bite marks off as subtly as he can (then again, the word subtle isn’t really in Dylan’s mental dictionary…) He also likes roleplaying, in a more fun way than serious— he likes making you laugh with his stupid made up situations and awfully awkward acting
L, LOCATION
Dylan definitely feels a lot more comfortable doing the act at his or your house, and is probably the type of person to get you distracted while watching a movie ;) lots of couch sex for you guys! But he’ll definitely be up for a risky hook up somewhere more public if you really want to
M, MOTIVATION
Although he tells both you and himself that it doesn’t do anything for him, being called stupid petnames really gets him going. ESPECIALLY the cringy, tooth-rottingly sweet ones! Call him your pretty boy and he’ll be on his knees for you with a bright red face and a saccharine smile <3
N, NO
If I’m being honest here… Dylan is pretty vanilla other than the fact that he enjoys getting all marked up by you, so he’s not up for any hard kinks (stuff that is/kind of overlaps with the bdsm community… yk?) He wants to be gentle with you and for you to do the same for him :( <3
O, ORAL
He prefers to be on the receiving end of it, as he’s pretty worried he won’t be as good with his mouth as you are with yours… but just give him some encouragement and he’ll give you the best fucking head of your life
P, PACE
Dylan prefers to go slow… but definitely not steady. He likes it when you toy with him: stopping every so often, waiting for him to beg you to keep going through a clenched jaw and a mumble ;)
Q, QUICKIE
As I said before, he isn’t really one for a quickie, unless you ask him really really nice of course!
R, RISK
The same goes for this! While Dylan isn’t a huge fan of taking risks, but as long as it isn’t anything super rough, he’s game for pretty much anything at least once; just make sure to ask nicely!
S, STAMINA
Have you looked at Dylan? Mans is WEAK as FUCK! This fuckin string bean can go for one round and that’s it… if you want someone who can go for longer then you’re going to have to pick someone different lmao
T, TOYS
Doesn’t really own any toys (mostly because he would be way too embarrassed to buy any…) but is 100% open and happy to use them if they’re supplied by you ;)
U, UNFAIR
Dylan definitely enjoys some light teasing! Emphasis on light because I feel like he’s a little bit more on the sensitive side… don’t want that being the reason he cries during sex!
V, VOLUME
The first few times the two of you hooked up was at camp and so, Dylan had to learn to be practically silent! You’ll get a few low whimpers from him but that’s about it
W, WILDCARD
Dylan definitely has a thing for being overstimulated ;) Do with that what you will!!
Y, YEARNING
He doesn’t have a very high sex drive per se, but he’ll also say yes pretty much whenever you ask him if he wants to get down n dirty! (Ew, that phrase is cringe as fuck but I’m jet lagged and cant think of anything else… sorry!)
Z, ZZZ
He won’t sleep until he’s sure you’re all cared for! Although he’s pretty awkward and very much unsure of where to put his body (expect some hover hands…) he adores cuddling with you, preferring to be the big spoon— mostly because he likes to cling on to you <3
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I do hope you realize that you are accusing a blogger who is minding his own business of literally supporting groomers based on generalizations and malicious assumptions. How do you know every single member of poppyblr (not poppytwt, which is what you have a basis to criticize) is a groomer/child sexualizing themself? Why are you assuming everybody has the same knowledge of poppy as you do and know about its harmful side (which literally every community has, even if not to this extent)?
Why the fuck would poppyblr be any different it’s still the same fucked community. And why the fuck would you willingly be in a group that’s Repeatedly been exposed for discord servers that Allow Child Pornography. This is not a harmful side, this is a community that’s repeatedly been exposed for child pornography, it’s not a funny little group you can joke about. The entire Point of the community started to sexualise children without their consent. That Is How It Started. I’m not fucking generalising a group that’s about non consensual pornography of minors by saying they might oopsy doopsy be FULL OF GROOMERS you fucking idiot. Don’t go “well it’s just a portion” about a community rotten to the core, you fucking dumbass. If a group has people exposed for trading child pornography- actual fucking child pornography not art actual children being sexually abused- then yeah I think it’s fair to say anyone sticking to the group spreading child pornography is either a child being groomed or a groomer themselves. This isn’t about fucking drama, this is about children being in danger. I’ve called out other inniters for this shit, because I actually have a concience and care about kids getting hurt more than some bullshit drama. You can’t just “mind your own business” if what you’re doing is interacting with people who are a part of the poppy community. If there’s a table with one open nonce at it and ten other people, you have a table of eleven paedophiles.
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