#brunette women kissing black men

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | n.romanoff

you visit the strip club downtown with your co-workers to let off some steam, but it seems like you've caught the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.

🖤 pairing: sub!stripper!natasha x fem!cop!reader

🖤 word count: 3145

🖤 note: SMUT (18+), this one been marinating in my drafts like im preserving wine

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You don’t know why you let your co-workers drag you to a strip club on a Friday night, but you’re sure as hell not complaining.

There are plenty of women, everywhere. Women in bikinis, women in stockings, women in thigh garters. You're in wonderland, honestly.

Hey, cops needed to let off some steam too, okay?

The cheers and hoots surround your table as Carol gets a lap dance by a brunette stripper. The blonde woman is blushing – you didn’t know she could do that – but she’s having the time of her life.

As Carol slides a bill between the stripper's tits with no lack of embarrassment, you laugh and get up to go get another drink.

It wasn't an overly rare occasion for you to be letting loose, but it was infrequent enough that your co-workers quite physically hauled you to this adult entertainment facility after a particularly taxing case.

ULTRAVIOLET was the most popular strip club in Queens, New York City. They served both men and women, with sparkling reviews about customer service and atmospheric aesthetics.

Carol, Valkyrie, and Maria would simply not shut up about the 'Black Widow', who was supposedly the sexiest, most stunning stripper any of them had ever laid their eyes on.

"She fuckin' looked at me in the eye," Valkyrie had moaned on a Monday morning, speaking of this stripper they so revered. "I can't look at anyone the same no more." 

You were about to make a quick-witted retort about Valkyrie’s dramatization of mere eye contact, but Maria had only nodded solemnly in agreement and you had to admit you didn’t take Maria’s judgment lightly.

Aside from the talk about the Black Widow, you were hit with the novelty of the strip club once you stepped foot within.

As the Commanding Officer of the New York City Police Department, 104th Precinct, the boundless freeness of this place was quite a sight to behold. What with the heavy music, and the beer-tinged scent of the air, and nude women – the sensory overload did wonders to take your mind off work.

"You here alone?"

You spin on the barstool at the sound of a sultry voice. You have to physically stop your jaw from dropping to the floor at the sight of a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.

Scantily clad in matching sequined undergarments and fishnet stockings, stands a redheaded woman leaning against the bar counter, looking at you with magnificent green eyes.

"I'm not alone- I mean, not in that way, because I'm just here with friends. Well, co-workers, but they're my friends as well-"

Splendid job, Deputy Inspector Y/N L/N, you say internally. You can look in the eye of murderers and terrorists, but one look at a pretty woman and you're fuckin' gone.

"You're cute," the lady interrupts with a small tilt of her head, saving you from digging your own grave further.

You swallow harshly, feeling her manicured nails trace the curvature of your bicep. 

"Just cute?" you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. Her fingers move down to the collar of your white shirt, fiddling with the fabric. Call it stupidity, but you feel the urge to reciprocate the contact. You move your hands to her hips.

The lady smirks. "Hm, maybe not just cute. But I think you need to show me." 

The redhead hasn't broken eye-contact all the while. Your eyes feel like they're burning. You slide your left hand down to the hem of her panties, and tug slightly. When her panties snap against her skin, she jolts with the impact.

You smirk with victory, pulling her in by her waist so your mouth is pressed against her skin. "I'll show you," you murmur, kissing the warm with a fervour you didn't know you possessed. 

The woman's breath hitches and she pulls your head closer. You accept the invitation, beginning to leave a hickey on the sensitive spot of her neck.

After a few moments of your concentrated work on her neck, the woman finally lets out a sigh-turned-moan of pleasure, and you nearly pass out from how sexy it is.

She tugs your head away and pulls you in by the collar for a kiss. Your eyelids flutter close.

Your quavering breaths meet in a frantic harmony, and you want to explore her mouth, but she ends it as quickly as it begins.

"What's your name?" the redhead asks, warm breath on your lips. "Y/N," you say hoarsely, trying and failing not to sound like you were left high and dry. 

You slide your hands to the bare skin of her torso, silently delighting in the way it raises goosebumps. You need to get more of her, feel more of her. "Do I get to know your name?" you ask.

The lights in the strip club suddenly dim, and the music takes on a far more sensual tone. 

The woman slides out of your grasp like sand falling through your fingertips, and you're left with the ghost of her burning embrace. Your question remains unanswered.

"Let's give it up for our next dancer," the bar owner says into his mic, and the noise dramatically fades away. "The Black Widow!"

Blue and violet lights dance in your vision as the woman who had kissed you just moments before, approaches the stage, hips swaying in time to the music. 

Your eyes narrow, and you down the bourbon in one shot. You'd need it.

When the beat drops, The Black Widow throws her head back and she begins to move.

God, it's criminally sensual, the way she danced, unlike anything you'd ever seen before. You couldn't put into words the allure she possessed.

The redheaded woman runs a hand over her own skin, dipping into every curve, as the music crescendos, and you know you're not the only patron with their heart thrumming in their chest.

When she begins twirling on the pole, you see men clearing out a month's paycheck for this divine woman, and honestly? You don't blame them.

Money gets flung onto the stage and catcalls get yelled as perhaps the most erotic scene unfolds before your very eyes.

When The Black Widow lifts up a thigh to show off her tight stockings, you're unable to hold back any longer, drawn to the stage like a moth to a flame.

Sitting back down into your original seat, leaving the empty glass of bourbon behind, all else fades away. Your world stumbles on its axis as the woman makes her way over to you, running a hand through her luscious locks of hair.

Your mouth dries up as The Black Widow turns around in front of you and fully bends over, exposing the delicious curve of her ass. You sink back into your seat, bringing two fingers to your lips in silent contemplation. Internally, you're fighting the goddamned World War II with your libido.

She's still swaying in beat to the music, and spins around as the sound of a saxophone starts playing. The last thing you see is a playful wink from the gorgeous woman before an ample asset of tits covers your vision.

Fuck, you're not going to survive.

Your nose quite literally gets buried between her tits as the woman climbs onto you. You would pay to see your co-workers' faces right now. How would you ever face them at work again?

“Get it, Y/N!” you hear Maria call in the distance, and a shrill whistle follows. 

You smirk against the pair of tits in your face, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and her sweat, and simlply her. You let the stripper work her magic.

After a few more minutes of your paradise, she pulls away, skin flushed. 

You regard her with a darkened gaze, pulling out your wallet. You stuff a bill in the side of her thong, making sure to snap the fabric in the same spot as you had previously.

The woman's face flickers in recognition. She shakes her head, then dips her head down to whisper in your ear.

"11pm. Room 8. Private session. Don't be late."

Like it was planned, the music comes to an end. The redhead doesn't wait for your response before she gets off your lap, raising her arm in acknowledgement of the roaring cheers. Her hips sway as she walks away from you, and you don’t even pretend that your eyes are glued to her curves.

Money gets thrown onto the stage once again, all in hopes of earning a fraction of what you had just experienced. 

"Holy shit, Y/N, what was that?" Carol yells at you over the noise, slapping your back. You shrug plainly with a stupid smug smirk as Valkyrie whines in jealousy. 

Oh, you were so fucking ready for 11pm.

.

"A private, fuckin' session for Deputy Inspector Y/N fucking L/N. Who would'a thought," Carol slurs, banging a shot glass onto the round table.

You roll your eyes at Carol's dramatization. It wasn't as if your status as Commanding Officer steered women away from you – in fact, some of them were quite into it.

But for your prevalently horny friends who had women over just about every week, you were considered starved of sweet pussy and were in dire need of quenching that thirst.

So when you broke the news that the most sought-after stripper in the most famous strip club in Queens, had just offered you a private session, lo and behold the chaos that ensued.

"Shit, girl, I would get down on my knees for that lady. You are one lucky bastard," Valkyrie adds in, ruffling your hair as you grumble. 

"You'd get down on your knees for any woman, actually," Maria says, the usually composed woman more laid back in the environment of the strip club. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

Valkyrie lets out an aggrieved noise, sitting up to whack Maria's arm, but in her drunken state she misses and slaps Carol's drink out of her hands. 

"Oi!" The blonde cries out indignantly, looking at the drink that had splattered onto her clothing. 

Carol grabs Maria's martini out of her hands and throws it at Valkyrie in retaliation.

Before you know it, your three idiot friends have gotten temporarily suspended from the strip club for 'causing a ruckus'.

Just like that, and the clock ticks down to eleven o’clock.

.

It’s 11pm, and you're overly aware of your police badge at your belt and your gun in your holster.

Or at least, you were, until Natasha swung one leg across your lap and sat herself down with an unspoken grace, effectively sitting on your lap. In the privacy of the enclosed room, you unashamedly stare down at her cleavage, eyes several hues darker than they were before.

“See something you like?” Natasha asks breathily, running her hands over her full breasts, pushing them up to elicit a reaction from you.

The moving lights in the dark room cast shadows, and when you back look up with a sinful smirk and half-lidded eyes, Natasha swears she feels herself get wet.

All the air in your lungs dissipates when Natasha begins grinding on your thigh in beat to the music, hips moving skilfully in the sexiest fashion imaginable. 

Fuck, this woman was going to be your demise.

Your hands feel like they’re on fire as you watch her put on a show, simply aching to move and touch. Natasha trails her fingertips down your tensed arms, running over the curve of your biceps. She smirks at the goosebumps it raises, her hands dwelling to the edge of your pants.

Your breath catches as her fingers find the outline of your police badge tucked underneath your shirt. The Black Widow looks up at you, expression a no-tell. “You on duty?”

“Nope.”

“Is that why you’ve got a gun in your belt?”

“Nah, that one’s just for pretty girls like you,” you respond slowly, hands tentatively going to rest on her thighs. When the smirk reappears on the stripper's face, you relax and let your shoulders untense.

“If you say so, officer,” she comments huskily, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. The shiver runs through your bones. 

You’re about to counter with a quick retort of your own before Natasha begins grinding on that bulge in your pants, treating your gun like it was a strap.

“Shit,” you say breathlessly, hands burning at being unable to touch. Behind your back, your nails were digging into your palms so hard you swore you had already drawn blood.

Fuck, it was torture. 

Her pretty moans and breathy whines ring in your ears as she moves her hips roughly, a torment to your demise.

After a while, you come to the realisation that you can feel how wet Natasha is through her undergarments, soaked from having just dry-humped your thigh.

“Fuck me,” she says, and your throat dries up. “What?” you ask, dazedly, still staring at her bouncing tits in front of your face.

“I said, fuck me,” Natasha repeats, head tilting to the side, halting all her movements so you would look at her.

You splutter. “But the sign said–”

“What can I say, officer, you wanna make me break the rules.”

That’s all the confirmation you need before your hands can finally touch her, finally, meeting and warm skin and sweat droplets and everything you’d ever wanted. 

You let out a huff of amusement as Natasha wraps her pretty lips around your fingers and sucks, making lewd noises with her tongue. Your ears burn, now, having been tainted with the beautiful symphony of this woman’s pleasure.

“You’re very naughty,” you comment, your other hand slipping under her top to reach her full breasts. Palming at the mounds in your hand, you face moves to the bare skin of her collarbone and begin kissing it.

“Don’t make marks,” Natasha says breathlessly, when you let your teeth nick the soft skin there, and there’s a pit of desire in your stomach that growls in frustration, but you know you have to respect her wishes and instead move your mouth down to her chest.

Natasha doesn’t remember when you slipped off her bra, but she isn’t complaining about your haste and instead throws her head back when your mouth latches onto her breasts.

“Mhm, that feels good,” she moans, weaving her fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp. You hum in acknowledgement against her flushed skin, your tongue paying special attention to her hardened buds.

When both your hands move to the underside of her thighs and lift her up, Natasha lets out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden change of position. But as you lay her down on the sofa with your body weight pressing into hers, those whimpers turn into filthy moans.

You stall for a moment, hovering above her with your silver necklace dangling right above her face. She looks so pretty like this, her hair all splayed out, the sheen of sweat on her skin making her look tantalizing.

Natasha catches your swinging necklace between her teeth, winking seductively at you, and you’re snapped out of your moment, a laugh taking over.

“Have I told you that you’re incredibly bad?” you say, in between kisses scattered between her breasts, down her sternum and to her stomach. 

“You- you have,” Natasha replies with some difficulty, as your kisses get lower and lower. “Maybe you should punish me for it, officer;” 

She shuts up when you slowly spread open her thighs, revealing the dripping heat that is Natasha’s cunt. You maintain eye contact with her as you lower your mouth to her pussy, her lust-filled stare making your head spin.

When your tongue meets her cunt, it was game over.

“Fuck,” Natasha moans, already unable to continue looking at you in the eye, hands moving to grip the cushion of the sofa. Her thighs clamp around your head, and you’re suffocating, but in a way that feels so good you could die in bliss.

You lap at her dripping cunt like you were starving, like you would die without it. Natasha’s moans get louder. You move your mouth in rocking motions, pushing your tongue further in with each thrust. 

“More,” she gasps out, and you quicken your pace, fingertips digging bruises into her plush thighs. In retrospect, you don’t remember how long you stay there, ravenously eating her out like your life depended on it. 

When you feel her breathing get faster and more shallow, breathy little whines that get louder and louder, and you know she’s about to cum.

Instead of gently bringing her to a high, you internally say fuck it and decide that if this was the one chance you had, with the most sought-after stripper in Queens, you were going to make it an unforgettable one.

You move your mouth up to wrap your lips around her swollen, throbbing clit, and you suck on it, hard. In tandem with that, you easily slide two fingers in, curling them inside her to hit that sweet spot. Natasha positively screams, and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

Her orgasm floods the lower half of your face and your fingers, and the little mewls of your name Natasha lets out as she comes down from her high is one you’d always remember.

Finally, you emerge from between Natasha’s thighs. Slowly, you kiss up her stomach and her breasts, up the way you came down from, and you meet Natasha’s blissed out face.

You take a moment to take in her tousled hair, her swollen kissable-pink lips, her smudged makeup, her shallow gasps for air, and the pure lust in her eyes.

Just like that, and another jolt of arousal hits you. Before you can act on it, Natasha pulls you into a messy kiss, hot and sweaty.

“You look so fucking good-” Natasha says in between the frantic meeting of your mouths. “With my cum all over your jaw.” 

You bite back a growl at her words, wanting to let her know just how exactly good you can make her cum. Natasha catches your hand that slides down to her wet cunt, before bringing it up and placing a kiss on your fingertips. “Our time is up,” she whispers, nodding to the clock behind you that now reads 11.31pm. “One private session lasts 30 minutes.”

This woman was going to be the death of you.

You turn back to The Black Widow with dilated pupils, slowly reaching into your pocket for that leather Saint Laurent wallet, and the ghost of a smirk on your lips.

In the wee hours of twilight the next day, you leave the strip club with your wallet emptied, a searing cramp in your hand, and the memory of an unforgettable woman whose real name you hadn’t even known.

Boy, you had one hell of a story to tell your friends. 

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[muffinpink02]

Like A Virgin -

Alessia is a lesbian, but she’s scared to come out. She’s desperate to find the courage to have sex with a women, but isn’t sure how to go take those first steps. So she asks her team mate, Lucy Bronze to teach her, but Alessia is more confident than she thinks.

word count 16k

Warnings - smut, fingering, strap, cunnilingus, first time, shame of sexuality

Her hand was shaken as she rang the door bell, the nerves getting to her once again. It wasn’t the first time she’d been at the defenders house.

She had been here twice before, the first time was a party for the lionesses after the euros win. The second time was for Lucy’s 30th, the brunette had a massive house party, probably one of the drunkest nights the striker had ever had. And one of the funnest.

And here she was, staring at the black door, feeling her skin prick with goosebumps. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

—————

Since Alessia was an early teen she knew she liked girls, but she had never really admitted it to herself. It scared her beyond belief, she hid hid it from her friends, she would pretend to her school friends that she had crushes on whoever was the latest boy band that was trending.

She just wanted to fit in, she pushed it so far down that she even forced herself to have sex with a boy when she was 18.

It was awful, he was nice enough, he didn’t force her into doing anything she didn’t want  to do, but it wasn’t what she wanted. It was just something she made herself do, to try and see if she could feel something for the opposite sex, but it only confirmed it for her, that there was no way she liked men.

Years had passed, and she had never had sex with another man, or even a woman, she hadn’t even kissed a girl.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, she didn’t shy away from pleasuring herself, her hands were a regular visitor between her legs. She had all the urges her body wanted her to do, but Alessia was shy, scared, and felt completely lost with doing the real thing.

It definitely didn’t help that she wasn’t out.

She kept her sexuality to herself, hoping one day that she would finally find the courage to do something about it. But it was hard.

She knew some of the girls on her team were out, and she wanted that so badly for herself. She just didn’t know how to go about it.

Well she had one idea.

But how do you ask one of your teammates to have sex with you because you’re too scared to go out and find someone yourself?

It wasn’t the worst idea, she trusted the girls, she knew some of them were lesbians or bi so it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing.

Another reason she wanted to ask someone she knew was because of the fame that had blown up for them. She was worried of sleeping with a stranger and they ended up selling a story or it got online somewhere. That was the absolute last thing she wanted, so another football player made the most sense.

She looked around the room wondering who she could ask, her best friend Ella was a no go, she was as straight as they came. Jess was in a relationship, so she was a no. She wondered about Rachel, but she was worried she might let her secret slip. She also wanted to ask someone she found attractive, and there was one person that had always caught her eye.

She looked over at the brunette, changing into her kit, her abs looked extra hard where they had just had gym workouts. Alessia had always admired Lucy’s godlike body, she had muscles for days, her body was the peak of physical perfection. Lucy was a quiet member of the team. She had her loud moments but in general she was quiet, a lot like Alessia.

When she first joined the squad she was most nervous to meet Lucy, she had looked up to the girl for years and still did to this day. Lucy had always been nice to the blonde, she had helped her a lot when she was new to the team, making her feel welcome. She’d always be there if she had any questions, never making her feel stupid for asking them.

They didn’t speak much with each other, as their friend groups were different, but they was always friendly when they did speak. Alessia wanted to ask Lucy. She was trustworthy, she was kind. She was older, so she felt like she wouldn’t be judged like maybe some others would judge her. And Alessia was physically attracted to her. Very attracted.

But how do you go about asking Lucy Bronze to sleep with you?

She waited until after practice, she knew Lucy was always one of the last ones to leave. So she took her time getting ready, glancing every so often at the brunette. Once she noticed Lucy was about to leave she hurried over to her.

The brunette picked up her gym bag, a bit shocked that Alessia was now in front of her. “Alright Less?”

“Ye-yeah. Practice was good today?”

“Yeah, our team won, so that’s always good.”

Alessia could tell Lucy was confused, they never spoke like this, it was a weird interaction for the pair to be having. It was now or never.

“Can I ask you a favour? Well, not a favour a question?”

Lucy was now very confused, she looked around the room, wondering why Alessia was asking her a favour and not someone like Ella.

Her deep northern accent sounded extra thick. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Alessia looked at her feet wondering if this was the right thing to do? Was she really about to ask this? “I - I wanted to ask if…..if you would. Would you recommend your boots? Mind have felt a bit weird lately.” She felt her shoulders drop in annoyance with herself. She bottled it.

Lucy looked at the younger girl with a face Alessia could have laughed at if it wasn’t for the circumstance, she was confused with a capital C. The brunette looked once more around the changing rooms, she was wondering if the younger girl was trying to pull a prank on her. She was certain someone was about to jump out recording the interaction.

She cleared her throat. “Erm, yeah mine are good, no weirdness. Just good old boots.”

The younger girl nodded, not really bringing her eyes to Lucy’s, she felt stupid.

Lucy pulled her bag up on her shoulder. Alessia realised she was probably waisting the girls time and probably getting on her nerves.

“Oh great, thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lucy looked at the girl, she could see she seemed sad but she wasn’t sure why. But she wasn’t one for prying. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Lucy walked out the changing rooms, Alessia heard her steps disappear into the corridor. She grabbed her own bits and slowly started to make her way out, feeling completely deflated.

She made her way to her car when she heard a horn, she looked up to see Lucy’s car was still in the car park. She then noticed Lucy waved for her to come over. She felt her stomach drop.

But she walked to the car, trying to build up the confidence she used for games, she was going to need it.

She opened the passenger door, she smiled nervously at Lucy.

“Get in.”

Alessia did what she was told.

“What’s up Less? You looked like you were going to cry in there. Are you okay?”

Alessia felt a weird wave of many different emotions take over her, she could feel her eyes start to water. But she never let them fall. She then felt a warm sensation on her thigh, it was Lucy’s strong hand on her, a gesture that you wouldn’t see the brunette do often.

“Hey, talk to me.” Lucy’s voice was soft.

She let out a long sigh. Tears finally slipping at the corner of her eyes. “It’s going to sounds so stupid, and possibly rude. And I can’t believe I was even going to ask you. I just don’t know what else to do, and I’m just scared.”

“What is it? You can ask me.”

It’s now or never.

“I was going to ask if you would have sex with me.”

Lucy. wasn’t sure if she should ask the girl to repeat herself. Did she hear that right? Lucy definitely thought she was being pranked now, she half waited for a camera to come out or some party poppers. But they never came. I mean it wasn’t like she hadn’t ever thought about it, the girl was beautiful. Lucy had always thought she had a rare, cute innocence to her, but still held so much sex appeal without forcing it. You’d have to be an idiot to say no. But why was she so upset?

Alessia held her breath, the car felt like it had no oxygen, she felt like she was drowning, why did she do this? Just die a lesbian virgin and be done with it.

“Erm, I mean yeah, but why?”

What? Did she just say yes? Did she say she would have sex with her?

Alessia took a long breath, this was going to sound ridiculous. “I’m a lesbian.” It was the first time she had said those words out loud, let alone to someone else.

She continued, taking a long breath. “I haven’t had sex with a woman yet, and I really want to but I’m scared, and I want to be with someone who’ll talk me through it. I want to have sex with someone I trust.” Her voice was small and cracking, but she carried on. “I’m a lesbian, but I’m just so scared.”

Lucy felt her heart drop, she had never seen Alessia, the 5.9 ft girl ever look so small and vulnerable. She took in what she said, she understood where she was coming from. She knew first hand, coming out when she was younger was hard, it’s like jumping into a lake of cold water, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever come up for air. She knows it’s hard, and she understands, but she couldn’t help but be confused why she’d asked her and not someone else.

“I get it Less, I know it’s hard but you have nothing to be afraid or ashamed of, I know it’s got to be in your own time, but trust me when I say it’s the best feeling, being yourself.”

Alessia smiled at the brunette, she knew she was right, and she knew she’d get there one day. “Thank you, Luce.”

They both smiled at each other, a few minutes of silence filling the car.

“Also please don’t feel like you need to say yes, it’s absolutely fine to say no, I know it’s weird thing to ask someone.”

Lucy chuckled. “I’m actually flattered, but I can’t help but wonder, why me?”

Alessia suddenly became shy, considering she just asked Lucy to have sex with her. “Well, I feel like I could trust you with my secret and with the actual sex itself. I want someone who will teach me and show me what to do and not make me feel stupid for it. And I also find you really attractive.” Alessia took a quick glance at the older girl, she found her green eyes on her.

Lucy smiled a playful smile at the blonde. She felt her ego grow but not just in a sex way but the fact that Alessia trusted her enough with something so important to her. Something she was clearly struggling with. “Well, I can’t say I’m not shocked, but I’m very flattered. I think we should talk about it though, why don’t we go for some drinks, and we can talk it through?”

Alessia felt the breath she was holding slip through her lips. “Yeah, that sounds good. Please can we keep this between us?”

Lucy screwed up her face. “Of course.”

The blondes eyes were wet with soft tears. “Thank you.”

Lucy smiled softly at the blonde, her Bambi blue eyes looked like they was holding in so much pain. She felt something stir in her, she felt like she needed to protect Alessia at all costs. “No worries. I promise it’s get better Less.”

She smiled at the older girl, even if they didn’t end up having sex she felt lighter having told someone finally about her secret. “Are you free to meet up tomorrow?”

The brunette nodded. “Yeah. Do you wanna meet at Lemon? We can talk there?”

Alessia smiled her brilliant toothy smile, she was feeling a little better with each minute that passed. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll text you.”

The brunette smiled. “Good. Do you need a lift home?”

“No I’ve got my car, thank you though.”

Just as she pulled opened the car door she turned back to the brunette. “Thank you, Lucy.”

“Don’t stress. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lucy smiled warmly at the blonde.

Alessia smiled and closed the door, she made her way to her car, getting in and starting the engine. The brunette watched her the whole way, happy to start her own engine once Alessia had started to drive off.

The brunettes mind was scrambled, she wasn’t sure if what just happened was real. The idea wasn’t the craziest thing she ever heard, she understood where Alessia was coming from. She knew a few of her friends that had sex with someone they knew first out of fear.

She didn’t think it was the strangest thing, but she was still shocked to be the one asked. She started her engine and drove off, the blonde was the only thing on her mind that night.

—————-

They had arranged to meet at ‘Lemon’ a bar they had been to with a few of the girls before. Alessia was waiting in a booth at the back, it was as discreet as she could find, she wasn’t keen on having anyone ease drop on their conversation.

She wore a simple outfit, a black crop top and loose jeans. She went for light make up, with her hair flowing over her shoulders. Finished with a pair of adidas. It was simple but she looked cute.

As she sat she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked up to see Lucy smiling down at her. She felt a warm sensation go through her belly. She was actually here. They hugged in a tight embrace, Alessia’s senses were flooded with Lucy’s usual woody, but sweet perfume.

Lucy sat across from her in their booth, she looked as good as ever. She was wearing a cream cardigan, with a white crop top and burgundy trousers. Her hair in a low bun, also wearing light make up. Wearing the latest Nike trainers as always, Alessia saw her in a new pair every time she saw her.

The older girl smiled at the blonde. “Hey, you okay?”

Alessia smiled, relaxing instantly. “Yeah, I’m good, thank you. You?” Her voice held a shakiness to it, the brunette heard it straight away.

“Hey you know we’re just talking right now, we don’t even have to go through with it. We can talk about anything you want. We can just have a night out if that’s what you want.”

Alessia’s eyes widened in panic. Thats is not what she wanted. “No, no. I definitely want to, I’m just a bit nervous, but I definitely want to. But if you don’t want to that’s absolutely fine as well.”

Lucy smiled softly at the blonde. She would do whatever Alessia wanted or felt comfortable with. “Let’s get a drink.”

The girls ordered their drinks, they spoke about the next game they had coming up. They spoke about training and how the competition was looking.

Lucy didn’t want to go straight into the sex conversation, she wanted to get Alessia to relax and make sure if this is really what she wanted. It was working, Alessia was feeling more relaxed, her racing heart had calmed down immensely. This was another reason why she had asked the brunette, the girl had a way of making you feel calm in her presence, intimidating, but calm.

The intimidated part wasn’t what the brunette was going for, it was just a natural aura she possessed. People were intimidated by her, even people that had known her few years, she radiated self confidence, she also was an aloof character.

Alessia looked at the older woman in front of her, it sunk in that she would potentially be having sex with her. It made her stomach flutter and even further down south. “So, where shall we start?” Alessia gave a shy smirk.

The brunette smiled playfully at the girl across from her. “Well, I guess what you want, what you don’t want. Toys, rules, giving, receiving. How rough you like, not rough at all. Safe words”

Alessia felt her belly go again, more of a nervous feeling. “Well, I’ve watched a lot of porn, and read a lot of erotic novels. And I’d really like you to use a strap on, on me.”

Lucy had to hold back the shiver that went up her neck, she instantly wondered what Alessia would sound like if she was fucking her with a strap. The brunette couldn’t help it, she had always thought the blonde was hot. She had eyes, she could still respect the girl during all of this but she was human, her mind would wonder. They were planning on having sex after all.

“Yeah, that’s no problem. I can do that.”

“I also would like to use it on you, but it’s okay if not.”

“Yeah, that’s okay, I’m good with that.”

“I also want to erm….to go down on you, and you go down on me.”

Lucy closed her eyes quickly. Trying to hold down the hot sensation going through her body. “Y-yeah. That’s good with me.” Lucy took a sip of her drink.

Alessia nodded, glad this was going as well as it was. Not noticing the effects she was having on the older girl. “I kind of just want the usual lesbian sex, I want to do a lot with you. Maybe just do what you would normally do with a girl, and I can learn. Again if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean. I’m happy with that. I’ll show you the ropes. If you’re into ropes.” Lucy winked, giving her best her flirty smile.

Alessia felt her heart speed up. This was the other reason she had asked Lucy, she was confident in herself and her sex appeal was overwhelming. “I think I’d like that.” She gave Lucy a flirty smile of her own.

She continued. “I can book us a hotel, if you’re happy with that? I’m still flat sharing at the moment.”

Lucy drank her drink and shook her head. “We can do it at mine, I don’t mind. I mean we can do the hotel if you want. But I feel like it would be more comfortable in a space we know. But again I don’t mind.”

Alessia nodded her head. She agreed, she would have liked to have done it at hers, but she wasn’t guaranteed her privacy there, and it was even better to have Lucy’s own house, with no one to walk in on you. She nodded. “I would much rather that. I did feel a bit sleazy at the thought of it to be honest.”

Lucy chuckled. “You may be a few things but sleazy is not one of them Less.”

Alessia giggled, once again feeling completely at ease with the brunette.

The girls talked more about the rules and what Alessia wanted to explore. They spoke about the fact that this wasn’t an emotional thing, just something Lucy was helping Alessia with. Both girls were more than happy with it all. The girls were in Soho, so luckily there were several sex shops near by, they felt it would be good to pick up some supplies.

The blonde finished her third drink, the brunette shortly behind her. They visited the first shop they saw, Alessia followed Lucy’s lead, it seemed she’d been here before, knowing what was on what aisle. They explored the dildos and strap on section, Alessia was shocked at all different types to choose from.

She saw a 12 inch jet black dildo that made her eyes pop. She wondered how on earth someone could fit that in any hole. It made her think to tell Lucy she probably would need to go slow at first, as it had been a while.

“Erm Luce, just so you know, it’s been a while for me.”

Lucy smiled at the blonde, with a calm expression. “That’s okay, we can go as slow as you like, and as big or small.” The older girl wondered though. “How long is a while?”

“Couple years.”

“Oh. Like two? Three?”

“Six. It was my first and last time with a boy.”

“Oh. Okay. That’s good to know.”

The blonde felt insecure, Lucy probably thought she was a weirdo now. Lucy sensed the way Alessia clammed up. She was instantly by the girls side. “Hey, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter, I just want to know exactly where you’re at. I want to make sure you’re completely comfortable.”

Alessia smiled at the brunette, she really did make the blonde feel comfortable, her calm aura was easy to take on. Lucy looked into the big blue innocent eyes of the younger girl, she could see a mix of emotions swirling around. She gently grabbed the girls face and brought her lips to her four head, kissing her gently.

She felt Alessia’s body relax under her hands.

“Thank you, Luce. Thank you for this.”

“It’s okay. Remember we go at your pace.” Lucy continued. “Do you want to look at the at BDSM section?” She chuckled trying to lighten the mood, but Alessia’s face was eager. “Oh, I was joking but we can?”

“I just want to look.” Alessia already started walking to the red light section, Lucy right behind her.

The girls looked around the whole shop twice over. They brought the essentials and more. They shared an Uber back, luckily the blonde was only a 10 minute drive away from Lucy. Alessia turned to Lucy in the car, smiling at her, the brunette was looking at the busy streets of London.

They made it to Lucy’s place first. The brunette squeezed Alessia’s hand, as a comfort move. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember it’s your day, it’s your pace.”

The blonde smiled warmly at the brunette. “Yeah, I’ll see you then. Thank you Luce.”

Lucy nodded, she took the toys Alessia had brought so they were ready at Lucy’s.

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And that’s how she found herself at Lucy’s door.

She let out a big breath as she waited for the older girl. Lucy opened the door to a nervous looking Alessia. Although she looked nervous she also looked excited. “Hey, come in.” Lucy opened her door wider.

Alessia smiled  as she walked in the familiar house, it didn’t seem much different since she was last here. Lucy was right to suggest doing this somewhere they knew.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Alessia wanted to be sober for the occasion but she also wanted a bit of courage. “Please, what have you got?”

—————-

Lucy popped a bottle of Prosecco, pouring both girls a glass. She handed Alessia her drink. “Erm, I might only have the one, I want to be able to show you everything with a sober head.”

Alessia smiled. “Yeah me too, I want to remember everything we do.”

They spoke about a TV show that they’d both been watching, once again Lucy was trying her best to keep the atmosphere calm, and chill. They had both finished their first glass. Alessia looked at Lucy, a small smirk on her face. “You ready?”

Lucy felt excitement rush through her body, as much as she wanted the night to go smooth and make Alessia feel as good as possible, she couldn’t help but feel a little giddy.

The girl had so many other girls to ask, but she asked Lucy, she couldn’t help that her ego grew for many different reasons. “Yeah, I am. Are you?”

Alessia nodded.

“Use your words Less, remember what we spoke about.”

“I’m ready. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Lucy put her hand out for Alessia to take, and the blonde didn’t hesitate to take it. She brought her hand up to her lips, kissing her hand softly. Alessia felt warmth in her stomach, she watched as the brunettes lips lingered on her skin.

“Come, let’s go to my room.” The girls made their way to Lucy’s room. Alessia’s hand never leaving Lucy’s.

The brunettes room was dimly lit, a vanilla scent consumed Alessia’s nose. The room was lit by a bunch of candles on Lucy’s dresser side, it made Alessia smile, the girl was going out of her way to make this night special for her. Lucy brought Alessia into the middle of the room. She held her hand smiling at the younger girl.

“I know I’ve said it already but please let me know if you’re uncomfortable or want to stop at any point.”

“I will.”

Lucy nodded. “How do you want to start?” The brunette brought Alessia’s hand to her mouth again, kissing her knuckles softly.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Okay.” Lucy stepped slowly into Alessia’s space, her familiar perfume melted into the younger girls nose, filling her senses with everything that was Lucy. She placed her hands onto Alessia’s face, guiding her slowly to her mouth, bringing their lips together.

Finally.

Alessia had just found what she had been looking for, and that was women. Lucy’s lips were perfect, it was nothing like kissing a man, it had never felt like this, this finally felt right. Lucys lips were soft and gentle, she kissed her with perfect pressure, she never wanted to stop.

Alessia had one of the softest pair of lips Lucy had ever kissed. She was about to pull herself back but felt Alessia tug her back in with her own hands. They stayed like this for a few minutes, just feeling each other’s mouths. Lucy could feel Alessia getting more comfortable, her body relaxing under her touch.

Alessia could have stayed like this all day.

Lucy chuckled gently at Alessia’s eagerness. She pulled back again, Alessia didn’t stop her this time. Lucy looked at Alessia’s face, she looked dazed.

“That was amazing.” The blonde whispered.

Lucy smiled from ear to ear, she couldn’t help but feel a little cocky but still wanted to check in with the younger girl. “Are you doing okay?”

Alessia smiled, she appreciated that the brunette was checking in, but now she wanted nothing more than to keep kissing her. “I’m good, thank you. I’ll promise I’ll let you know if I’m not.”

Lucy nodded, bringing her mouth back to Alessia’s.

This time Alessia took more of a charge, she kissed Lucy with determination, wanting to feel her mouth on hers again. But it was Lucy who slipped her tongue across Alessia’s mouth, causing the girl to let out the cutest whimper, a noise Lucy knew she’d definitely want to hear again.

Lucy still had her hands on Alessia’s face, she slowly slipped her hands into her blonde hair, deepening the kiss. She licked at the younger girls soft lips again. Alessia whimpered, allowing Lucy to gently slip her tongue in.

The moan that came from the blonde was erotic. Lucy felt Alessia inhale sharply through her nose. Lucy was doing things to Alessia’s head, she felt dizzy, her body felt intoxicated by the older girl.

Their kisses got more heated, the blonde even felt confident enough to slip her own tongue into the mix. Lucy was more than happy to finally feel the blonde gain some courage.

Alessia mirrored the older girl, slipping her hands around the back of her neck, she pushed further into the brunettes mouth. Her tongue roamed around the new space, being spurred on by the moaning coming from Lucy. She couldn’t help but feel proud to make the one and only Lucy Bronze moan from her kisses.

And Lucy wouldn’t deny it, Alessia could kiss. It was as if she knew exactly what Lucy liked, she used her lips and tongue perfectly. So perfectly, she was feeling dizzy herself. Lucy pulled back, she couldn’t help but smile at the blondes kissed swollen lips. She hadn’t noticed until now, how naturally full Alessia’s lips were, even noticing the unique beautiful Cupid bow shape of her lips.

Alessia wanted to keep things moving. “Can we get undressed now?”

Lucy nodded. Alessia started to pull Lucy’s T shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful six pack. The blonde had seen Lucy’s six pack countless times before and was always amazed at the sight. But now she was allowed to touch those beautiful abs, she couldn’t help but run her hands over her stomach, she loved the way Lucy shivered from her touch.

Lucy pulled Alessia’s t shirt over her head, her eyes roamed the blonde stunning body, noticing the hot flush on her neck. “You look beautiful Less, you really are stunning.”

She brought her mouth to Alessia’s neck, kissing the girl gently. She held her hips bringing her body closer to her own. She mindlessly ran her hands slowly up Alessia’s arms, down her back and on her own abs, as she continued her kissing.

The younger girls eyes fluttered shut, her mouth gapped open, her skin flared up in goosebumps. Lucy’s mouth on her neck felt incredible, her touches were soft and gentle. She let out a small moan once she felt Lucy’s tongue come into the mix.

“Oh my god, that feels so good.” She couldn’t believe this was finally happening, her body felt like it was on fire.

Lucy started to unbutton Alessia’s jeans, she wanted to ask if it was okay but she didn’t want to keep bugging the girl, she trusted that she would let her know. She started to kiss down the blonde girls gorgeous body, sucking the flesh at her breast. She wanted to kiss every inch of Alessia’s skin, wanting to make the girl feel adored.

Alessia put her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, needing something to hold on too. As her body was being worshiped. “Luce, your mouth is amazing.” She half whispered her words.

Lucy had to stop her cocky self from saying something like, ‘she hadn’t felt nothing yet.’ She kept it to herself, but still had to say something. “I can’t wait to use it on you.”

Alessia had already felt her wetness in her knickers but Lucy’s words had definitely just ruined them. She felt a shiver of excitement run through her body.

Lucy knelt on her knees, never stopping her kissing on the beautiful body in front of her. She began to pull the younger girls jeans down, revealing long, firm legs that never stopped. Lucy continued on kissing until she got to the top of Alessia’s thighs.

Alessia was finding it hard to breathe with Lucy’s mouth all over her skin, she could feel herself getting more and more wet. She could feel the wetness flooding her underwear inbetween her lips, she knew Lucy was going to see it for her herself.

And she did, she saw the dark wet patch on Alessia’s pink thongs, it made her chest swell with pride. She guided her long legs out of her jeans. “Is someone getting excited?” Lucy’s breath ghosted the younger girls sensitive skin, making her shiver.

Alessia had said yes to dirty talk in the bedroom, she was hoping it would be something she would like. She was beyond grateful Lucy had asked because it instantly turned her on more. “Yea-yeah. I am.”

Lucy smiled as she came back up, she wanted to kiss those perfect full lips again. Alessia would let Lucy do anything to her at this point, she was putty in her hands, and they had only gotten started. She kissed the blonde softly, slipping her tongue into her pretty mouth. Once again earning a moan from the girl.

Lucy would be lying if she wouldn’t say she was turned on just as much as the younger girl. Alessia’s moans alone was doing it for her, everything Alessia was doing was turning her on. She was about to take off her own jeans when Alessia stopped her.

“Do you mind if I do it?”

Lucy nodded.

Alessia undid the brunettes jeans, never taking her blue eyes off of her green ones, it may have been the first time Alessia had made the girl nervous. And she wasn’t wrong, Lucy did feel nervous under the blondes gaze, and she didn’t hate it.

Alessia copied the brunette, she started to kiss her neck, sucking at points on her skin, causing the brunettes breathing to quicken. She began her trail of kisses down to the brunettes chest, but she wanted to see more. She snaked her hands around Lucy’s back, her hands lingered on the bras clasp, once again looking at Lucy’s eyes. Lucy nodded.

She undid her bra, impressing herself that she was able to undo the clothing without looking. Even the brunette looked surprised. She dropped the bra to the floor, her breath hitched in her throat at the sight. Lucy’s breast was perfect. Alessia licked her lips wanting to run her tongue all over the rose bud coloured perks.

She lowered her head to Lucy’s right nipple, slowly kissing the erect bud. She eagerly opened her wet mouth taking in Lucy’s nipple. She was shocked at the reaction she got from the brunette.

A small whimper escaped Lucy’s mouth, she could feel her pussy flutter from the girls soft mouth on her sensitive flesh. She swirled her tongue over Lucy’s perfect tight bud, loving the noises she was pulling from the older girl.

Lucy’s hand slowly moved into the blondes hair, gently stroking her fingers along the blondes scalp, making Alessia shiver. “Fuck, Alessia.” Lucy looked down at Alessia, her long, dark lashes just barely touching her olive skin. The girl was truly beautiful.

Alessia kept up her assault on the older girls chest, she slowly lifted her other hand to cup Lucy’s left breast. She didn’t know what she was doing, she was going off of porn and natural instinct.

Lucy felt her legs shake, she couldn’t believe how skilful Alessia’s mouth was. For someone who had never done this before, she felt like a sex goddess.

Alessia let go of the bud with a loud pop of her plumed lips, looking up at Lucy. For the first time tonight the brunettes face was dazed, Alessia was more than happy with that. She could feel her confidence growing, more and more. She did the same as Lucy did and dropped to her knees.

Lucy looked down at Alessia, and it was a beautiful sight to see, her piercing blue eyes were looking up at her with so much adoration, it nearly took Lucy’s breath away. She began to kiss Lucy’s stomach, closing her eyes as she felt the hard muscles against her lips.

Her confidence started to peak again. “Do you know how many girls want you Luce? I hear it all the time, so many of the football girls want to sleep with you.”

Lucy smirked, she couldn’t believe Alessia was already going for the bedroom talk. She kept surprising the girl with how much of a natural she was. “Yeah? What do they say?” She stroked the blondes hair back.

The blonde looked up at the brunette, gliding her tongue from her boxer line to the bottom of her belly button.

Lucys eyes snapped shut, her head tilted back, trying to hold in a moan. Wasn’t it meant to be her doing this to Alessia? How was she already so confident?

“They say how sexy you are, how powerful you are on the pitch. They talk about your abs constantly.”

“And what do you say when the girls are talking about me?” Lucy wanted to build her up.

“I say they’re right, you are one of the most talented.” Kiss. “Sexist.” Kiss. “Beautiful.” Kiss. “Players out there, and now I get to sleep with her.”

Lucy bit her lip hard, Alessia was on fire, she was making her ego grow. She pulled Lucy’s trousers down, helping the brunette out of them.

Lucy motioned the girl up. The blonde did what she was told. Lucy kissed the blonde gently, pushing her hair behind her ear. “Firstly, wow. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You’re completely a natural at this.”

The blonde couldn’t hold back the shy smile, Lucys words made her feel on top of the world. “I’ve got a good teacher.”

“No, this is all you. Really, you’re just… wow.”

The blonde smiled in that very cute way that she did, it made Lucy’s heart flutter. She felt proud of her. She continued. “Also, are you doing okay? Is there anything you want to ask? Or anything going too fast?”

“I’m so good, genuinely. I’m so glad you said yes to this. I can’t thank you enough. Are you having fun?”

“Its not a problem, I’m glad I could be of help. Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun.” She smiled playfully at the blonde. She continued.

“What do you wanna do now?”

Alessia wanted to eat Lucy out but she thought it might be better if Lucy maybe did it first, she could maybe learn a thing or two. She felt shy saying it. She bit her lip, looking at Lucy adorably. A 360 from being on her knees a few seconds ago.

“Can you go down on me? I wanted to do it to you first but I want to see how it feels.”

Lucy felt her pussy flutter, once again her own wetness was evident between her legs. She nodded. A playful smirk on her face, she couldn’t hide that she was excited. She moved close to Alessia, she cupped her chin, looking into her blue eyes. “Of course I can. I can’t wait to taste you.” Lucy’s voice was low.

Alessia’s pupils were already blown but now they nearly took over the blue in her eyes. She felt her clit throbbing, it was nearly painful.

Lucy took the blonde by her hands, guiding her to the king size bed. They crawled on the bed, Lucy watched Alessia’s face for any doubt, but she didn’t show any. They laid next to each other smiling, Lucy placed a hand on the younger girls hip, stroking her skin. She shuffled close so they were inches from each other’s faces.

She gently kissed the girl, her lips were doing things to Alessia, they were addicting to kiss. Her hand snaked behind Alessia’s back, undoing her bra with one hand, in one go.

Alessia giggled. “Show off.”

Lucy chuckled. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

She removed the blondes bra, releasing a perfect pair of breast. She had to hold in the groan that nearly escaped her. She was still trying to be as slow as she could. They carried on kissing, at first it was slow and gentle but it soon became desperate and loud. Lucy could feel Alessia exploring her mouth with her tongue, making the older girl groan in pleasure.

She was embarrassed by how turned on the blonde was making her, she was meant to be the teacher here, the one with some self control but the younger girl was making it hard.

Alessia felt Lucy push her gently on her back, never letting their kissing come to an end.

Lucy pulled back, smiling down into Alessia’s face, the girl looked wrecked, her breathing was hard, her eyes nearly black. It was when she bit her beautiful pink swollen lips that Lucy nearly lost it.

Lucy once again felt a groan in her throat but this time she couldn’t hold it back. “You look amazing Less.”

The blonde was becoming a little ragged, she desperately wanted to feel Lucy’s mouth on her. She needed some kind of release. “Luce, please can you go down. Please.”

Fuck. Alessia begging was something she knew she’d be keeping in her own wank bank, she would have liked to have gotten her to beg a little more but she could tell she was desperate. Lucy gave the younger girl a sultry gaze. She didn’t need to be told twice. “Of course. I’ll take care of you.”

She kissed Alessia’s lips one last time, before she began to snake down her long body. But she had to stop off quickly. She took Alessia’s painfully perked nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.

“Fuck, oh my god. Lucyyy.”

Lucy was shocked when she heard the curse fall from the blondes mouth. She almost stopped her actions, thinking she had hurt the girl, until she felt her hips rolls. She had never heard the younger girl swear in all her years of knowing her, but she was definitely a fan of it.

She brought her hand up to Alessia’s other nipple, gently teasing it with her dexterous fingers. She switched sides, giving the other nipple the attention it deserved. Alessia was panting hard, as the brunette licked and sucked at her perked flesh.

She slowly started to proceed downwards, kissing Alessia’s own strong abs, and what a beautiful site it was. She sucked at her skin, leaving small red marks behind.

Alessia was loosing it, she felt like she was going to come just from Lucy’s kissing alone, like a horny teenage boy who had no control. Lucy sat up between Alessia’s long firm legs, looking down at the mess of a girl. She was truly frazzled.

Lucy began to pull the blondes thongs off, she could feel how wet she was, as the clothing stuck to the blondes lips from her own sticky substance. She pulled the now ruined underwear down her thighs and onto the floor. And Lucy once again had to hold back her moan.

Alessia was panting hard, she could feel her heart in her throat, she was shaking with excitement. She watched as Lucy was admiring her body, she looked at her with so much care. Even though she was the one going slow with her, it felt like she was just as excited and turned on as Alessia.

She didn’t feel shy from being naked in front of Lucy, they were naked all the time in the locker room, but even now, in this situation, she felt completely comfortable.

“You’re beautiful Less. I hope you know it.”

The younger girl giggled, she was suddenly shy.

Fuck, how could she be cute right now? She was about to devour the girl.

“Thank you Luce, so are you. I hope you know it.”

Lucy smiled her beautiful smile, as she lowered herself down between Alessia’s legs. She felt her own mouth water as she looked at the blondes very wet lips. Like Lucy, Alessia had no hair at all, she was waxed completely clean of hair. Lucy didn’t mind, as long as she could get to her destination she was happy.

She kissed the blondes thighs, but not teasingly, she just wanted to kiss the legs that scored that glorious goal in the euros. She kissed Alessia’s pussy lips, a small appreciative moan hummed through Lucy’s throat.

She then took her first gentle lick of the blondes pussy. A loud groan came from both the girls. She was delicious, Lucy’s mouth began to water as she began to lick gently on her velvety folds.

The sharp breath Alessia took in was almost painful, this was a whole new feeling, it didn’t feel real. It felt like she was having an out of body experience. Alessia held her breath, this was nothing like her bullet. She could feel every inch of the brunettes very talented tongue on her. Feeling the way it explored every inch of her.

The nerves on her soft flesh were screaming in pleasure, she couldn’t believe the feeling, it was what she imagined but a thousand times more. She could even hear how wet she was from Lucy’s tongue, it only made her wetter.

Lucy kept up the pace with her tongue, taking in everything that was Alessia. She kept her eyes on the girl, her facial expression was a beautiful site. She watched her body take in this new feeling, she watched as her hips rolled with her tongue.

She began to suck gently on her very sensitive clit. Alessia’s blue eyes popped open, a high pitched whimper began to fall out of her mouth. Her hips began to buck, she was already so close.

Lucy had to hold her hips down to stay in place, the girl was stronger than she looked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Lucy.”

Once again Lucy felt her clit throb, hearing the blonde swear, it was erotic. She felt like it was something she wasn’t meant to hear, and it only made it hotter. She didn’t think it could be something that could turn her on, but the juices between her legs would beg to differ.

“Lucy, I’m…. I-I-I’m…fuuuck!”

And that’s when she felt it, she came, and she came quick. Her stomach tightened, her back started to arch off the mattress. Her muscles in her legs began to shake, she felt her climax spread over her body. It was all over so quickly.

Lucy was shocked at how quick she came, she had been between her legs just over a minute. The blonde couldn’t believe it, she covered her face in embarrassment. She could tell she was red, but she wasn’t sure if it was the shame or the way her body just exploded. She once again felt like a horny teen that couldn’t control herself. Jizzing at the first touch.

“Oh my god Lucy, I’m sorry. I-I couldn’t control it. It’s never felt like that before. I, god, I’m so embarr- ah god, Lucy!”

Lucy kissed the blondes clit, trying to distract her. She didn’t want the girl to be embarrassed, even if she did look very cute and frazzled. “Don’t be sorry, it was your first time, we can go again when you’re ready.” Lucy’s voice was husky and low.

Alessia appreciated her words but she was frustrated with her body. Lucy kissed the girls thighs, making her way up to her face, she went to kiss her but stopped herself, she wasn’t sure if Alessia was into tasting her own juices.

The blonde noticed the older girl hesitated, she wasn’t sure why. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was going to kiss you but wasn’t sure if you would want that, with your wetness on my mouth. Not everyone’s in to that.”

Alessia couldn’t believe how thoughtful Lucy was being, but there was no way she wasn’t going to have Lucy not kiss her. She pulled Lucy close to her face. “Thank you for asking, but I couldn’t think of anything sexier then tasting me on your tongue ”

She attached her lips to the brunettes, humming in pleasure from tasting herself. She was feeling more and more confident, she was shocked even in herself how quick she was adapting to it all, but she had Lucy to thank. “Can I do it to you?”

Lucy nodded, a small smile on her face. “But stop if you need to stop at any point.”

“I will.” But she knew she wouldn’t, there was no way. She wanted to make Lucy feel as good as she made her, well, try to.

They swapped positions, Alessia kissed down the brunettes olive body, her heart beating hard in her chest. She smirked hearing the small groans coming from Lucy above her. As she pulled Lucy’s black thongs down, her mouth dropped open in shock.

She was hoping that she had made Lucy wet, even if only a little wet, but when she saw just how wet the brunette actually was she had to hold back the groan. Lucys lips were dripping in her own juices. She couldn’t help but feel proud that she so had done this. She even felt a little cocky.

“Is this all for me?” She parted Lucy’s legs, watching her juices glisten.

Lucy smiled, a hint of shyness to her face. “Yeah, I told you Less, you’re so good at this.”

Alessia smiled, she got comfortable between Lucy’s legs. “Let me know if I’m doing it wrong or you want me to do something different.”

“I will.”

The blonde looked at Lucy’s dripping pussy, she did what Lucy did and kissed her lips, getting her first taste of pussy. She licked her lips, tasting Lucy for the first time, the taste was different to anything she had ever tasted. It was sweet, it was sour, it was everything and more, and she knew she would always want more.

She took a bold lick into Lucy’s lips, she closed her eyes in concentration. Loving the juices that washed over her senses, she moaned at the sensation, feeling her own pussy throb. She wanted to try and do this right, she thought about what she liked when touching herself.

She dipped her tongue into Lucy’s folds, licking upwards, hitting Lucy’s sensitive bud. Lucy groaned, her head tilting back. She was sat up on her elbows, she watched Alessia as she looked as focused as she did when on the pitch. She couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, she looked like a natural between her legs.

She flicked her tongue some more over Lucy’s clit, she could feel the brunette getting wetter on her tongue. She kept up her pace, loving the brunettes moans from her moves.

Lucy couldn’t hold herself up, she dropped back, her chest heaving. “Less, fuck. Your mouth is amazing. How have you never done this before?”

The younger girl smiled internally, there was no way she was going to stop her actions to talk. She carried on taking quick, pointed licks on Lucy’s now very stiff clit.

Lucy would normally hold the girls head or grip her hair, to have someone control, when she could feel her climax grow. But she wasn’t going to do to that to Alessia, not for her first time.

The brunette felt her orgasm speeding up to be released but she needed Alessia to change her movements. “Less. Can you suck? Please. I need your lips on my clit.”

Alessia’s Bambi like eyes looked up at the brunette, she had been concentrating so hard it was the first time that she had looked at her.

And she could have kicked herself for not looking sooner, the site was something she would never forget. Lucy’s face looked stunning, a face she had never seen the brunette make before, a face she’d definitely try to remember for later on.

The younger girl hummed in response, earning her a jolt from the body above. She pulled back for a second to see Lucy’s pussy. Wanting to make sure she was sucking on her right.

“Just suck? Hard? Or soft?” The younger girls lips were wet with Lucy’s juices.

Lucy breathed out hard, she looked at the blonde, who looked devastatingly gorgeous, Lucy could see her wetness all over her mouth and chin. But the girl also looked impossibly cute, her head tilted like a puppy in question, her innocent eyes wide with wonder.

Lucy stroked Alessia’s hair out of her face in a gentle motion. The blonde felt a wave of warm pleasure shoot through her body at the touch. “Suck it softly, I just need more pressure on my clit.” Her voice was raspy. “You feel so good Less, so fucking good.”

She smiled shyly and nodded, determined to please the girl. She wrapped her plumped pink lips around Lucy’s swollen pink clit, sucking softly like the brunette asked. The noise she heard from Lucy was delicious, she felt Lucy start to rock gently into her mouth, loving the feeling of the brunettes movements.

She watched Lucy’s hands grip at the sheets. Not wanting to waste them there, she guided them into her blonde hair. Lucy felt the touch, then the hair between her fingers, she looked down to see Alessia looking at her, a mischievous look in her eyes. She gripped at her hair softly, she smoothed it back into a loose ponytail, not pulling, just holding.

Lucy couldn’t believe what Alessia was doing to her, this girl must have lied to her, because how could someone be this confident, this quick?

The blonde continued to suck gently around her sensitive clit, as her tongue also worked at the bud of nerves. She could feel Lucy gently push her head a little deeper, as her hips began to rock.

Lucy moaned as she felt her legs start to shake, her orgasm was building quick. She rocked her hips gently into Alessia’s mouth, earning her a small moan. “Fuck Less, the noises you make are so good, so good on my clit.”

Alessia did it again, but this time louder and rougher. That was all she needed, the noise vibrated through Lucy’s nerves, pushing her to her climax. “Don’t stop Less, I’m coming.” Her northern accent thick again.

She felt her juices flowing out into Alessia’s mouth, she gripped the blonde hair in her hands pushing her head down to keep her tongue in place. Her body shook, her muscles tightened, her eyes closed hard. Heat radiated down her body as that sweet release settled over her worn muscles, slowly bringing her hips to a stop.

She felt Lucy’s juices gushing into her mouth, she swallowed what she could. Alessia felt Lucy’s body relax, she looked up at the brunette, she was sure she came but wasn’t confident.

Lucy breathed hard, bringing her arm over her face. “Fuck. Less….fuck.” She left out a raspy laugh. A little out of disbelief.

Alessia smiled shyly. “Did you come?”

Lucy let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. I came.”

Alessia felt her pride explode, she actually did it. She was able to make Lucy come on her first time. Maybe she was a natural.

Lucy looked down at Alessia, her face was dripping from her juices, her hair a little messy. She looked beautiful. She was smiling like she had just won the World Cup.

She scrambled up to the brunettes face, ready to kiss her, but she stopped like Lucy did for her. “Can I kiss you?”

Lucy smirked. “Please, do.”

Alessia kissed Lucy with so much passion it nearly took her breath away. Alessia was on cloud nine, she knew she was going to enjoy tonight, but every second of it felt perfect, even if she did have the quickest orgasm of all time.

Lucy was making her feel amazing, every touch and kiss made her body vibrate. Not once was she regretting that she had asked for this.

“How do you feel?” The brunette stroked Alessia’s face.

“So good. I can’t believe I made you come. I’m buzzing. I want to do it so much more, I definitely want to do it again to you.”

Lucy chuckled softly. “We got all night, I won’t be saying no to that. You felt so good Less.”

The blonde reached out and kissed Lucy’s lips. Her self confidence was soaring. “Can we use the strap on?”

Lucy was a little nervous about this part, she didn’t want to hurt Alessia, or make her anymore scared about sex. She was going to take it as slow as she could. “Yeah, of course we can. We can go nice and slow.”

Alessia nodded bitting her lip in that sexy but cute way that she did. Making Lucy’s pussy wake up again.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy Less.” She kissed the girl swiping her tongue in her mouth, she needed to feel her lips. Those little whimpers she did every time made Lucy’s cunt spasm. “Right, let’s choose the right strap to use.”

Lucy had charged and cleaned all the toys so they were ready to use. They had bought a 6 inch dildo, and an 8 inch dildo. Both pink, as that was Alessia’s favourite colour. “I think we should go small.” Lucy bit her finger nails.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you need help putting it on?”

Lucy didn’t need help, she had done this many times before, but she wanted Alessia to feel involved, and she was learning after all. “Yeah, let’s do it together.”

The girls got the harness on quickly, the pink plastic appendage was sitting between Lucy’s strong legs. Alessia felt her nerves creep back up, she remembered the first time she had sex it had hurt. It didn’t help that she was wasn’t attracted to the boy and was dry like the Sahara. But she trusted Lucy, she knew she’d be able to tell her if she was uncomfortable.

The blonde crawled on the bed, with Lucy following behind, lying next to each other.

“Okay, please let me know if you want to stop at any point okay?”

The blonde smiled softly. “I will.”

Lucy started kissing her neck, working the girl back up, and of course it was working. Alessia was addicted to Lucy’s lips, they seemed to be able to make her wet instantly.

She kissed higher up her neck, gently biting the skin behind her ear, her breath tickling the younger girl. She whispered in her ear. “You’re going to take my fingers first. Then I’ll let you have my dick.”

Alessia’s whole body shivered, goosebumps took over every inch of her skin. Lucy talking to her like that made her cunt ache. Lucy noticed straight away.

She bit her lip nodding at the older girl.

“Good.” Lucy smirked.

Lucy snaked her hand down between Alessia’s legs, the smile that crept on her face was a little cocky, because once again the girl was soaking wet for her. “Open your legs.” Lucy’s voice was soft.

Alessia did what she was told.

She slid her fingers up and down Alessia’s velvety folds, her fingers were coated in wetness. It was the first time she had Lucy touch her like this and she couldn’t stop the groans slipping out of her mouth. It felt incredibly intimate, even more than when she was eating her out.

Lucy looked at Alessia ice blue eyes, trying to gage the girl, she slowly dipped her fingers lower to her cunt. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

Lucy gently dipped one finger in Alessia, she had no resistance, the girl bucked straight away, letting out a small moan. Lucy slowly pumped her finger, in and out, taking her time.

After a couple of minutes she added another finger, earning her a low moan. She felt the younger girl squeeze her bicep, she let out whimper as Lucys fingers stretched her. She was tighter this time, Lucy pumped slowly, pushing Alessia’s soft walls. The girl was taking her so well.

“Luce, you fe-feel so good.” Alessia squeezed on Lucy’s bicep again, she could feel her muscle moving under every stroke of her hand.

Lucy hummed. “Fuck Less, you’re doing so well.” She kissed Alessia’s forehead. She was able to go a little faster, feeling the blondes body getting used to her fingers.

She carried on like this for a couple more minutes, the younger girls small moans were making her pussy throb. The small wet squelching sounds coming from between Alessia’s legs were erotic. Lucy’s mouth was watering hearing the wet noises.

“I’m ready Luce”

“You sure Less? I can keep going if you want?”

“No, I’m so ready.” Her words came out in short breaths.

Lucy nodded and gently removed her very wet fingers. She couldn’t resist putting her fingers in her mouth, wanting to show off for the younger girl. And it worked.

Alessia’s mouth gapped open, she felt her pussy pulsate. Lucy started to shuffle her body over Alessia’s. She grabbed the lube on the side, smothering the pink dildo.

Alessia’s eyes were wide, watching Lucy kneel in between her legs. She glided the dildo along the younger girls lips, nudging her clit every so often. Each time Alessia’s hips jolted at the touch.

The brunette leaned on her arms above Alessia. She began to shuffle, lining up the plastic to Alessia’s cunt. She held the dildo in her hand, slowly, she started to push the head in, watching the blondes face like a hawk.

Alessia’s eyes were closed, she was breathing hard, she moaned as the head was slowly pushed in. She felt a slight pain but not enough to want to stop Lucy.

Lucy kept going slow. She kissed Alessia lips, wanting to distract her. She kept pushing her hips, the deeper she went the more tighter it got. “You okay Less?” Lucy’s thick northern accent was showing.

“Y- yeah, it’s a lot. But I’m good.” Her breath was shakey.

“I know, you’re doing so well though. You’re taking it so well.”

Alessia’s head spun, it was one thing to be told you’re doing something well from Lucy on the pitch, but to be told you’re doing well, because you’re taking Lucy Bronze’s fake dick so well, was a whole other level of ridiculous.

Once again, Lucy noticed her words effecting the blonde. Lucy felt like she was in deep enough, she stayed still, just letting the younger girl get used to the feeling. She kissed her neck, tasting the sweat on her hot skin.

Alessia’s breathing slowed, Lucy could feel her body relaxing underneath her. She started to pump her hips slowly, the blondes hands grabbed her waist needing to feel something.

Alessia was whimpering, feeling the plastic dick gliding in and out of her, she could feel a slight pain of stretching but it also added to the pleasure.

“You’re being so good Less, look how good you are. You’re being so good for me.”

Alessia groaned, she couldn’t talk, not when Lucy was talking to her like this, fucking her so sweetly.

Lucy knew Alessia liked to be told she was ‘good’ she’d noticed it years back on the pitch. She clearly had a little praise kink in her mitts, something Lucy loved. “Thats it baby. Look at you, taking me so well.”

Lucy pumped her hips slightly faster, pushing her hips in a little deeper. Alessia started to really moan then, her grip on Lucy’s waist tightened.

“Fuck, Less, the noises you make. They make me so wet, do you know how fucking sexy you are?” Lucy went a little faster, the noises between them were loud and wet.

Lucy sucked on the blondes neck, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that she was doing this to the girl, like she was almost taking her virginity again.

Alessia’s eyes were closed, Lucy’s words were driving her crazy, she could feel her cunt pulsate every time she spoke, every time she was praised. Her whole body was covered in sweat, taking the whole new sensation. She felt like she was floating, Lucy’s hips were hitting spots she didn’t know existed.

Lucy would have been able to keep this up for a while, but she also didn’t want to hurt the girl, she’d definitely be soar later on. “Touch yourself Less, I want to see your pretty face come for me.”

Alessia felt dizzy, Lucy’s hips were driving her into a whole new wave of pleasure. She heard what she said, she knew Lucy would want some kind of words back. She stumbled her words, her eyes half closed, just taking the grinding of Lucy’s hips.

“Y-ye…..yeah. Yes.”

“Good girl Less.” Lucy smiled proudly at the girl beneath her. It only made Alessia more wet. The younger girl snaked her arm down in between them, Lucy had given her enough space to move around.

She hissed when she first felt her clit, it felt hot to touch, her body was taking so much and it felt so good. She circled her clit, the way she always did, but she could feel the pleasure had heightened.

Lucy looked down their bodies, watching Alessia touch herself. Her face scrunched up in a cute, sexy expression. How did she do that?

“That’s it Less, just like that, I bet that feels so good.”

Alessia nodded her head, not daring to open her eyes, she wanted to have some control, she was scared if she’d look at Lucy right now it would probably push her over the edge. And she didn’t want that again.

Lucy snaked her hips like a pro, changing her pace to slow and deep, not wanting to over stimulate the girl. It also felt a lot more intimate this way, like she was actually making love, and not just fucking her senseless.

Alessia could feel the spark light in her belly, she felt the slow build of her orgasm rising up. She opened her eyes, meeting Lucy’s face, it was full of lust and pleasure. “Lucy. Lucy….you feel so good.”

Lucy smiled lustfully at the girl, she looked so good. Her voice was low and raspy, she loved the way her name was falling out of her mouth, there was so much want and need from it.

“Hmmm, you look so good, taking me so well. You’ve been so fucking good all night. You been such a good girl for me, haven’t you?”

Alessia nodded, looking up at Lucy with her Bambi like eyes,

Lucy kept up her thrust, she lowered her face kissing the girl hard, making her groan. Alessia was getting closer, Lucy’s words were pushing her closer to her peak, but she wanted more. “More, Luce.”

Lucy smirked deviously, at the girl beneath her. “More baby? You want me to tell you how good you are? How good you are at sucking my clit?”

Alessia’s legs started to shake.

“Or what about how good you are on the pitch?” She pushed her hers hips deeper. “You’re one of the best strikers I’ve even known. Every time I watch you, I’m amazed.” Her breathing was rough.

Alessia bit her lip, trying to hold her orgasm at bay, it was a move she also noticed Lucy liked, watching her green eyes dart to her mouth.

She kept her fingers working, she felt her orgasm rising.

“That’s it Less. Just like that, you listen so well, don’t you?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“Look at you, fuck you look so good Less. I think you deserve to come, don’t you?”

Her lip was being squeezed hard between her teeth, she had never felt this turned on before, she could feel her own juices dripping down her cunt. Lucy was pushing her to a whole new level, a whole different sensation for her body.

She nodded again, her eyes half closed, feeling her body working itself up. Her mouth slightly open, small groans escaping her lips.

Lucy went close to her ear. “Come for me Less, you’ve been so good, come for me. Let me see your pretty face.”

That was it. Her words pushed her over, her hips pushed her over, everything about Lucy pushed her over. “I’m com- I’m coming. Lu- Lucyyy!”

She let out a high pitched scream, her pussy pulsated hard around the dick. She kept her finger on her clit, pushing herself to a new high. Her back arched, trying to take as much as she could. A warm sensation trickled through her body, her muscles felt soft and heavy.

Watching Alessia come inches away from her face was a new bucket list tick, it was just added, but it was ticked. Lucy was in heaven, she had never seen anything as beautiful as this, no view, no sunset could beat this, ever. She caught Alessia’s lips, wanting to swallow her moans, wanting to taste her.

Lucy kept her movements deep and slow, wanting the younger girl to ride out her orgasm as hard as she could. She had to stop herself from pushing for more.

Alessia was in total bliss, she had never felt any of her orgasms hit her like that did. Considering it was still her that touched herself it felt completely different, it felt like her body had a whole new experience. She opened her eyes to see Lucy looking down at her, she looked as proud as she did when she scored a last minute goal, maybe even prouder.

“I cant even describe how good I feel.” Alessia’s voice was raspy.

Lucy smiled gently at the younger girl. “I’m glad to hear it. I cant describe how good you looked.” She let out a gentle laugh as she watched Alessia blush at her words. “I’m going to pull out okay.”

The blonde nodded. “Okay.” She let out a small squeak at the loss, she suddenly felt empty, her pussy was throbbing.

Lucy removed the harness, she watched the girl breathing hard on her bed. “Hey, you okay?” She walked over sitting next to Alessia, pushing her hair out of her face.

Alessia faced the brunette, she looked worried. Once again Lucy was being so caring and thoughtful, checking in with the younger girl as much as she could.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just so happy. I’m so glad I asked you to do this Lucy. I could cry.”

Lucy smiled, she felt so bad for Alessia, the fact that she still felt too scared to come out was heartbreaking.

“It’s all good cry’s though, don’t worry.” Alessia’s sat up kissing Lucy softly.

“I get it Less, you know I’m always here if you want to talk, I’ve been there. No matter the time or day I’m there. Whenever you’re ready.”

The blonde smiled, she felt her eyes water, but she didn’t want any sad moments tonight. She just wanted to enjoy herself, enjoy her company.

“I’m going to grab some water, I’ll be right back.” Lucy kissed Alessia on her four head as she got up.

A couple minutes later, the brunette returned with two bottles of water. She found Alessia lying on her front, her peachy arse looking perfect. She passed a bottle to Alessia. “Here, drink some.”

The girls casually spoke about everyday things, just relaxing in each other’s company. It was nice, everything was relaxed and peaceful, nothing forced or awkward.

“So, am I allowed to use the strap on you?”

Lucy playfully smiled at the blonde. A soft chuckle left her mouth. “You are, but don’t feel pressured.”

The blonde smiled shyly at the brunette. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

Lucy choked loudly on her water. “Ye- ahem. Sorry.” She tried to clear her throat. “Yeah, that’s, that’s fine.”

Alessia couldn’t hide the excitement, she bounced off the bed, grabbing the harness Lucy had worn. They decided to go for the bigger dildo for Lucy.

The brunette helped Alessia with putting on the harness but tried to let her work it out alone. She had to help a few times but she got the gist of it.

Once it was on, Alessia felt a surge of confidence run through her. She looked at the pink dildo bouncing between her legs. She looked at Lucy standing in front of her. she had a small smirk on her face.

“What’s funny? Don’t you like my pink dick?” Alessia giggled.

Lucy laughed loudly. “I wouldn’t say pinks my favourite colour.”

“Good thing you won’t be seeing it then.”

Once again both girls were shocked by Alessia’s confidence. Lucy had to keep it up, she loved seeing her like this. “Oh is that so?”

“Yeah, my pink dick will be going in your pink pussy.”

Lucy felt her cunt flutter. She wasn’t normally the one in this position but she did enjoy herself when she was. Most girls assumed she didn’t like to be topped so she would normally be the more dominant role. But Alessia clearly wanted that role tonight.

Alessia reached out to Lucy, she took her hand and walked them to the bed, just like Lucy did to her. She kissed the brunette hard, feeling her soft lips on her mouth was needed.

“Let me know if I’m doing it wrong or you’re not comfortable.”

Lucy nodded. “I will.”

“Get on your knees for me. Please.”

Lucy smiled, bitting her lip, it was cute watching Alessia find the balance for her dominating side. Lucy did what she was she was told, she climbed on her hands and knees on the bed.

Alessia’s mouth watered at the sight.

Lucy Bronze, on her hands and knees for her, waiting to be fucked. She glided her hand down Lucy’s back, feeling her spine under her fingers, making the girl shiver.

She brought the tips of her fingers back up to Lucy’s cheeks, gliding them down her strong thighs. “Fuck Lucy, you have such a beautiful arse.”

Lucy laughed. “Thank y-you oh my god.”

Alessia took one strong lick through Lucy’s pussy lips, then another, and another, until she was fully lapping at her folds.

“Fuck, Less. Fuuuuck!”

Alessia once again feeling completely in her zone, she licked through Lucys wet folds, working the girl up.

She felt Alessia’s tongue all over her lips, all over her clit, making her more wet with each stroke. Lucy let out a low groan, deep from her throat as Alessia began to fuck Lucy with her tongue, pushing as deep as she could.

Lucy couldn’t stop the moaning, she couldn’t believe the way Alessia had her whimpering, how she had her body for her own.

She dipped her tongue in and out of Lucy’s pussy, her cunt squeezing around her tongue. She loved the position she had Lucy in, like she was all hers to have. Maybe Alessia was more of a top than she thought. She removed her tongue, and began to suck on Lucy’s very swollen clit, the girl was dripping, Alessia could see her wetness running down her thighs.

The high pitched moan that came out of Lucy’s mouth was loud, she couldn’t hold it in. Alessia’s lips on the her clit like this was driving her crazy but the glorious feeling stopped suddenly.

Alessia stood to her feet grabbing the lube from the side, like Lucy, she smothered the dick generously.

Lucy was making small whimpering sounds, upset that she had lost Alessia’s tongue.

Alessia stroked Lucy’s back, in a comforting gesture. “Awww don’t be sad Luce, I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Fuck, Less.” Lucy was lost for words.

“Tell me if I hurt you or you’re not comfortable.” Alessia stroked her fingers through Lucy’s wet folds, coating her fingers in her juice. Loving the way Lucy’s body reacted to her.

She slowly dipped two fingers in to Lucy’s heat, only feeling a small amount of resistance. Lucy groaned at the stretch, loving the feeling of Alessia’s presence inside her.

Alessia slowly pushed in and out, watching her fingers being swallowed by Lucy’s cunt. She could feel her own pussy becoming wet again. She stayed like this for a couple of minutes, she was trying to do everything Lucy did to her, but as she knew Lucy had done this before and was more used to it.

“You feel so good Luce.”

“So do you Less, you feel amazing.”

“I’m going to use it now, are you ready?”

“Yeah.” Lucy moaned at a sweet spot Alessia hit.

The blonde pulled her fingers out, amazed at how wet Lucy was. Her fingers were coated in Lucy’s juices, she greedily sucked them, not wanting to waste a drop. Alessia looked at Lucy’s swollen pussy, dripping in her wetness, she wanted to clean her up, but that could wait.

She lined up the dildo, she watched Lucy’s body as she started to push the head into Lucy. “Not that hole!”

Alessia suddenly stoped, moving away from Lucy in a panic. “Sorry! Oh my god. I’m sorry Lucy.”

Lucy laughed. “It’s okay, it happens.”

Alessia felt a little embarrassed but pushed on, she watched the head of the dildo this time, lining it right up to Lucy’s cunt. She pushed gently, watching Lucy take the pink strap inch by inch. Alessia didn’t stop until her thighs were touching Lucy’s cheeks.

“Fuck Lucy.”

Lucy let out a rough moan. the younger girl moved her hips slowly. The noises Lucy made was encouragement enough to move her hips faster.

She held on to Lucy’s hips, keeping a steady pace, she watched her dick go in and out of Lucy’s pussy. She loved the noises she was pulling from the girl, she seemed to be doing the right thing with her hips, so she pushed further.

She moved her hips quicker, holding onto Lucy tighter, she watched as Lucy’s cheeks bounced with each thrust. She groaned at the view, Lucy looked so good like this, letting Alessia take her so openly.

“You take it so well Luce.” A sudden urge ran through Alessia, wanting to rail Lucy like she was her own personal sex toy, she wanted to make Lucy forget her own name.

Alessia was naturally a gentle and calm person, but right now seeing Lucy in this position, making those beautiful noises was driving her crazy. She drove her hips harder, her fingers dug into Lucy’s skin, she was definitely going to leave bruises but she didn’t care, she wanted to fuck Lucy like she owned her. And she did.

Lucy fell forward, her head hitting the mattress, finding it difficult to use her arms as she lost all self control.

The brunette couldn’t hold back the moans, Alessia was fucking her like there was no tomorrow and she didn’t mind it one bit. She had to hold on to the bed sheets, trying to gain some control, her whole body was being rocked from the taller girl. Once again the girl was stronger than she looked.

“L-L-Lesssss.”

“Yeah baby? What’s wrong?”

Lucy was sweating, she had to take what Alessia was giving her, she didn’t have much say, and once again she didn’t mind. “Touch me Less, please.”

Alessia reached down to Lucy’s swollen clit, rubbing hard on the sensitive nub. She pushed her hand on Lucy’s back, giving herself leverage to please the girl.

Lucy hissed at the touch, her body was going into overdrive, her pussy was clenching at every quick thrust Alessia was giving to her. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the heat going through her body, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

Alessia continued to circle at Lucy’s sensitive clit, she pumped her hips in and out as fast as she could, watching the girl unfold.

The brunette could feel her orgasm coming, her stomach tightened, her thighs began to shake, her pussy clenching hard. Alessia’s skilful fingers were on Lucy’s clit like it was her own hand, touching her with perfect precision. “Fuck, fuck. Less, don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t. I’m here, I’m here.”

Lucy felt her orgasm hit her, her whole body became stiff, a loud moan fell from her lips as her body jolted. She could feel her pussy pulsate around the dildo, that was still pumping slowly into her.

She felt her wetness dripping down her thighs, she closed her eyes trying to catch her breath. She felt Alessia stroke her back, with gentle touches, it made her melt even further into the bed. “I’m going to pull out.”

Lucy just nodded, she wasn’t able to talk, she had been wrecked by the younger girl. For the 100th times tonight the blonde had shocked her with her confidence.

She groaned at the loss, she felt Alessia dip off the bed, removing the harness. Lucy felt her breathing calm, finally able to take a normal breath again. She felt Alessia stroke her back, the touch was soothing, making her smile in the mattress.

“That was so fucking hot Luce. I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“Not at all, I enjoyed it, a lot .”

The blonde smiled, she looked at the brunette who was still lying on her front. She began to kiss up Lucy’s back, watching her muscles twitch from the touch. Lucy looked completely relaxed, a look Alessia had never seen on the older girl, it was nice.

Lucy smiled, feeling Alessia lips on her back,  she let out a small whimper when Alessia hit a sensitive patch.

“Hmm does someone like back kisses?” Alessia’s voice was low and sultry. She continued kissing Lucy’s back.

Lucy groaned, her eyes fluttering shut. She did indeed like back kisses, she was in heaven right now. They stayed like this for a while, Alessia was happy enough to just worship Lucy in this way. She watched as the girl squirmed and groaned as her lips touched certain points on her body.

Lucy could feel herself getting wet again, she couldn’t help it, her back was her sweet spot. But she wanted to be the one pleasing the other girl. “Hmmm your turn. Lay down.”

Alessia laid on her front like Lucy had. Lucy shifted so she could start kissing Alessia’s back. She looked down at the sight before her, Alessia had one of the nicest and cutest arses she’d ever seen. She dipped her head, kissing one cheek at a time.

She heard Alessia giggle from above, she carried on kissing her cheeks until was positive she had kissed every inch of her skin. She took a quick bite of the flesh, making Alessia squeak.

“Lucyy!” Alessia belly laughed.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Lucy’s smiled to herself.

She started making her way up Alessia’s back, sucking and kissing her skin. She could hear Alessia’s breathing pick up, she clearly liked the back kisses too. Once again she kissed every inch of Alessia’s back, watching the girl squirm under her touch, getting wet just from Alessia’s small whimpers.

She reached the blondes neck, her familiar perfume flooding her senses. She kissed her neck, sucking on her skin, causing the blonde to moan. She noticed Alessia’s hips grind against the mattress.

She glided her lips along the side of her throat. She breathed into Alessia neck, causing the girl to shiver, a small moan escaped her lips. She whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, then I’m going to eat you out, until you’re screaming my name. Is that okay?”

Alessia’s skin was covered in goosebumps from the brunettes words. She felt her hips grind into the mattress again, she was ready for anything Lucy wanted to give her.

She nodded her head. “Please, Lucy.” Her voice was dripping with want.

Within seconds she felt Lucy’s hand between her legs, causing her to jump at the touch. She whimpered as she felt Lucy slide her fingers up and down her wet lips, purring into her ear as she did.

“You’re so wet Less. Is this all for me?”

“Ye- yeah.”

“God, you’re so good Less. You’re always so good for me.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes were closed tightly.

“Yeah baby. You wanna be my good girl don’t you?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Good. I don’t want you to come until I say you can okay? I want you to last this time.” Lucy’s voice had a hint of a tease to it.

Alessia’s was soaking the mattress beneath her, this was definitely her favourite type of fourplay.

Alessia’s nodded her head, her eyes still closed. “Yeah, I-I ca-can do that.”

“Good.” Without warning, Lucy sunk a finger into Alessia, pumping quicker than she had before.

Alessia let out a moan of pleasure, she could already tell this was going to be hard.

Lucy pumped away, she leaned her top half on Alessia’s back, leaning closer to her ear. “Good girl Less, can you take another one?”

Alessia nodded. Lucy pushed in a second finger. The moan Alessia let out was breathtaking. “Fuuuck.” The blonde groaned out in pleasure,

“Do you know how hot it is when you swear? You make me so wet, it’s ridiculous.”

Alessia moaned in response, she wasn’t able to form a sentence right now.

From this angle Alessia felt tighter, but Lucy knew she would tell her to stop if she needed to. She pumped away kissing on Alessia neck and shoulders, listening to the girl moan from her relentless pumping.

Lucy picked up her pace, fucking Alessia hard and fast. She watched as Alessia took her fingers, her arse cheeks bouncing from her thrusts, she could hear how wet the blonde was, making Lucy groan in her own pleasure. She picked up her pace again, the room started to drown in Alessia’s moans. The sounds of wet skin and wet cunt was deafening.

Alessia was barely coherent, Lucy was working her body hard, her constant fingers pumping in and out was making her vision blurry. Then she felt a pressure she hadn’t felt before, but before she could think too hard about it, her body did something.

She was squirting, all over Lucy’s hand and wrist, she thought she’d wet herself, she’d never squirted before. “Lucy? I - I don’t -“

Lucy felt Alessia gushing on her hand, she watched as the warm liquid splashed out from her lips. The sheets underneath were soaking in her wetness.

“Fuck.” Lucy half gasped, feeling her own cunt clench at the site. “You’re a squirter.” Lucy sounded over the moon, she had slowed her movements but not stopped. She kissed Alessia’s back, clearly feeling the confusion from the girl. “It’s okay Less, you just squirted, it was fucking hot.”

Alessia relaxed a little at Lucy’s words, she could tell Lucy was being honest. She didn’t have long to think about it as her pleasure took back over her senses, Lucy’s fingers had picked back up.

Lucy’s mouth watered at the thought of Alessia squirting, she wanted to try and make her squirt again. She pulled out of Alessia gently, as much as she wanted to be rough with the blonde this was still all new. “Turn over Less.”

The blonde noticed how rough Lucy’s voice was, her northern accent sounding thick and heavy. She rolled on her back, just like Lucy asked, trying to move out of the wet spot on the mattress. She looked at the brunette, her pupils had blown three times the size, she looked almost desperate to get on Alessia.

Lucy didn’t waste anytime, she dipped her head in between Alessia’s long legs, taking a long stroke from the bottom of her cunt, right to the top of her clit. Wrapping her lips around her clit.

Alessia let out a high pitch moan, grabbing the bed sheets, once again her body was on fire. Lucy wasn’t going slow either, she was licking on Alessia’s folds like her life depended on it.

She was holding the girls long legs open, like she was hers to have, like she owned Alessia. Lucy knows she’s good at everything sex, and she knows exactly how to use her talented tongue.

She lowered herself to the blondes entry, dipping her tongue deep, she flicked her tongue as hard as she could, feeling the soft muscles inside. Tasting her sweet juices, dripping down her folds, Lucy was lost in Alessia, she wanted nothing else then to eat the girl out.

Alessia’s voice was turning horse from her groans, she watched as Lucy’s head bobbed up and down between her legs. She was driving the younger girl crazy, she would suck at her clit then move down the fuck her with her mouth as soon as she felt her legs shake.

Alessia’s hips would grind but Lucy would hold her down, she wanted the girl to last as long as she could, she didn’t want to give her any control. She wanted the girl to squirt again, she wanted to hear her scream her name.

“Lucyyy.” Alessia whined.

Lucy stopped her movements with her mouth. Giving the girl a very quick break. The smile on her face was devilish, her chin dripping with Alessia’s juices. “Yeah Less?”

“I can’t take anymore. I need to come.”

“Hmm I thought you was my good girl? I want you to squirt for me.”

Alessia bit her lip. Fuck, Lucy words were her weakness. Her chest was heaving hard, trying to find the strength. “I am.”

Without warning Lucy pushed a finger into Alessia. She let out a deep moan, Lucy pumped only a few times before she pushed in a second finger. She didn’t give her any warning before she started to pump hard, never rough, just deep and precise.

Alessia let out a deep moan, music to Lucy’s ears. She watched as the girl took her fingers. “That’s it Less, fuck you’re amazing. You take me so well.”

She wrapped her lips around Alessia’s swollen clit, she wanted the girl to come as much as she did. But she wanted to see her squirt one more time, she pushed deeper into her pussy, the wet sounds they made were loud and dirty.

She felt it again, like she did before, it felt like she was going to wet herself. She tried to squirm away but Lucy’s strong hands held her in place. “Thats it Less, good girl, squirt for me.”

And she did, she squirted harder than before. She felt Lucy’s mouth back on her, lapping her up, drinking her in. “Oh my god, Lucy.” Her blue eyes were wide. She realised Lucy was trying to swallow her juices. Fuck.

“You’re so good for me. So fucking good.”

“Lucyyy.”

“It’s okay Less, let me take care of you.”

She looked up at Alessia’s face, she looked wrecked but she still needed to make her come. She started to lick Alessia’s very swollen clit, gently taking her nub between her lips and sucking.

Alessia nearly screamed, she started to grind her hips into Lucy’s mouth, the girl finally let her move her hips this time. She snaked her hands down into Lucy’s dark hair, grinding into her mouth.

Lucy kept her fingers going, deep and slow into the blonde, she could feel her pussy pulling her in, she could tell she was getting close.

Alessia felt like she was going to pass out, she was sweating like she had just done a hit work out. She could feel Lucy’s tongue working her up, she was eating her out like it was her last night on earth. She could hear how wet she was, Lucy practically slurping at her pussy.

She felt that beautiful feeling, the tightening of her stomach started to stir, she grounded her hips harder into the brunettes mouth, chasing her climax. Her long legs started to shake, her abs clenched hard. Her mouth formed an o shape as she felt her muscles tighten.

She whimpered looking down at Lucy, her green eyes on her. Lucy stopped her movements only for a second. “Good girl, Less, come for me.” She quickly reattached her lips to her clit.

And she did, she came hard. Harder than she ever had before. She came, screaming Lucy’s name. “Lucyyyy.” Her voice was hoarse.

She grounded her hips hard into Lucys mouth, holding her in place, feeling her juices flow onto the girls awaiting tongue.

Her body finally slowed down, her breathing was ragged. She felt like she nearly lost consciousness with how hard her body had just worked. She breathed out a heavy breath, as she felt Lucy pull her fingers out. She looker down at the brunette. She couldn’t hold back the tired smile as she looked at Lucy.

Lucy kissed her thigh as she climbed up her body, she carried on kissing her skin as she got to her face. She smiled down at Alessia, her wetness smeared all over her face. “Wow.” Lucy’s smile was playful.

“Yeah. Wow! I can’t feel any part of my body.”

Lucy kissed her lips gently. “Was that okay? Nothing was too rough?”

“No, no not at all. I’ve never came like that before. That was, wow.” She giggled, her bright blue eyes had a beautiful spark to them, a spark Lucy hadn’t seen before.

Lucy smirked, feeling very cocky. “Never came like that before? So, that was the best orga- ahh.”

Alessia’s hand was in between Lucy’s legs, straight on her clit. Stroking her gently, she was dripping.

“You was so good Luce.” She bit her lip, her dark lashes fluttering as she felt Lucys hips move with her hand.

Alessia had a feeling Lucy liked to be told she was ‘good.’ Because Lucy liked to know she was good at doings things, that she was the best at everything she did.

She quickened her movements, hoping this was going to go the way she hopped. “You fucked me so good. No one else will be able to fuck me like you did.” Her voice was low, and lustful.

Lucy moaned, Alessia’s words were driving her crazy, she loved being told she was the best at anything she did, let alone sex. She groaned, pushing down on the blondes hips, getting the friction she needed.

“You’re the best Lucy, everything you did was amazing, everything you do is perfect.” She could tell Lucy liked it, so she carried on. “I’m going to be picturing you every time I touch myself. I’ll be imagining your face. I’ll be screaming your name.”

Lucy was getting close.

“You were so good to me tonight. So gentle, so kind.” Her other hand reached the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

Lucy moaned, she felt the warmth travel through her body, Alessia’s fingers and words were driving her to her peak. She grounded her hips harder. “Yeah? I made you feel good?”

“So good Luce. I’m going to be thinking about this night every time I have sex with someone. You’ve ruined it for everyone else.”

“Fuck. Less, fuuuuck.” She came hard. Her hips grounding forcefully into Alessia’s hand, she collapsed onto the blonde, breathing hard into her neck.

Both girls laid there, breathing hard. A mess of wet limbs.

Alessia was stroking Lucy’s back, smiling to herself. She couldn’t believe how natural everything felt, how easy it was, the confidence she had with it all. She felt on top of the world. And she had Lucy to thank for it all.

She felt her eyes close, just feeling Lucy’s skin under her fingers. Lucy’s breath tickling her neck. The girls fell asleep, both in each others embrace.

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The next morning Lucy made them breakfast, once again making the whole situation feel normal. There was no strings attached, no feelings involved, just their own personal love for each other.

Alessia got ready to leave, Lucy walked her to her door.

“I genuinely can’t thank you enough Luce, this has meant so much to me.”

Lucy smiled with her beautiful toothy smile. “It was my pleasure, if you ever need me again, I’m here. And not just for sex, but if you ever need to talk about it all.” She looked at Alessia with her serious face.

Alessia nodded, her cute smile appearing on her face. “Thank you Lucy.”

“But definitely here for more sex too.” The brunette chuckled.

Alessia laughed, she hugged Lucy hard, they stayed like this for a couple of minutes. Just holding one another.

Alessia made her way to her car, she looked back at Lucy waving, she smiled and waved back.

“See you Monday Less.”

“See you Luce, thanks for ruining any future sex for me.”

Lucy laughed hard. “Sorry, not sorry.”

The blonde smirked. “Maybe you could tie me up next time.”

Lucy’s mouth gapped open in shock. Alessia loved that she got the last laugh. Leaving a horny looking Lucy in the door way.

Alessia got in her car, making her way home, with a new bounce of confidence.

She couldn’t help but wonder what lucy would look like tied up.

Maybe a second ‘lesson’ was needed.

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[zorosleftshoe]

Fat, Funny, Friend - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x plussize!fem!reader

Warnings: Body dismorphia, self hate

Summary: Colby has always dated skinny women, sometimes you just need a little reassurance

Disgusts. Rage. Guilt. All feelings I became overwhelmed with as I looked at how the dress hugged every curve, every roll, that the glittery black dress outlined as if putting it on display. Instinctively, I tugged at the tight fitting fabric in an attempt to loosen it from my skin but it didn’t budge. A heavy sigh rolled off my tongue as I shrunk in defeat. A light knock on the door ripped me from my thoughts and away from the sad girl staring back at me from the mirror.

“Are you ready, darling?” Colby asked peaking his head into the room to respect my privacy as much as he could. “I don’t want to rush you.” I shook my head frantically and swallowed down the negative words that threatened to spill from my lipstick stained lips.

“Let’s go before I change my mind again.” His eyebrows furrowed together in worry but he obliged by sticking out his elbow and waiting for me to clasp my hand around it. With one last unforgiving look, I glanced back towards the mirror and watched as our two silhouettes mocked me. “Maybe I should stay home.” The suggestion fell on deaf ears as Colby had already gone into business mode with his eyes fixated on the two men in front of us.

“Sam!” Colby used his free hand to give Sam a half hug before looking to the brunette next to him. “Nate! So good to see you guys. Thanks for meeting us here. It just makes sense to ride together, no?” The two men nodded in agreement before I caught Sam’s gaze.

“Are you sure you want to wear that?” He asked referring to the strapless dress that clung tightly to my chest making it nearly impossible to breath and my heart began to hammer in my chest at the question. My eyes darted around the room as I frantically thought of an answer to his question. ‘What’ fell from my lips before I could form a coherent thought. “It’s cold outside. Are you sure you want to wear that? At least wear a jacket. We don’t want you getting sick!” I inhale deeply at the realization and happily accept his hug as he takes two steps forward.

“What’s up, bitches?” My heart drops at her voice. As if on cue, Amber walks into the room dressed in a gorgeous floor length gown. The baby pink mixed with a sharp gold that leaves you breathless. “Hi, Sam.” Her eyes lock onto Colby and I can’t help but hold my breath. “Colby.” Amber was a goddess. Someone who could walk into a room and catch the eye of everyone in it. I knew if it came down to Colby choosing between us I would never be his first choice. Honestly, I feared I wasn’t even on the roster.

It was no secret that before Colby and I met he had exclusively dated thin women. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that. Every body is beautiful and that is something I have always stood behind. Especially when the world isn’t always kind to women who look like me. The second we had gone public comments came flooding in by the handful. I had never seen so many whale comments in my life. High school hadn’t even been that bad and that was a horrid experience.

“You okay?” I nod but I can tell Colby isn’t satisfied with my answer. “We can table it for now but I want to talk about it later.” He presses a gentle kiss to my temple before stepping away to entertain Amber in a quick conversation. Sam noticed my uneasiness and tapped my shoulder.

“They’re just friends.” I nodded in response but failed to swallow down the bubbling fear of Colby leaving. “I’ve never seen him as happy with anyone as he is with you. I’m stoked he found you.” With a half smile and a firm hand on my shoulder, he saunters off to the next person before we’re all piling into the van that would be our Uber.

“Colbs.” The name is rushed as I graze over the number of seats as well as the number of people. Not enough room. Never enough room. Colby leans down so his ear is hovering next to my lips. “I,” I hesitate already feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I won’t fit.”

“Nonsense, baby. Of course you’ll fit.” He attempts to pull me forward with the hand he has resting on my left side but I don’t move. “Baby-“

“Colby, I really won’t fit. As embarrassing as that is to admit, it’s the truth. In a couple seconds we’ll be the last ones standing here and then everyone will know why I don’t want to get in the van. Amber will know.” His eyes widen in disbelief.

“What does Amber,” he pauses and lets out a heavy sigh. “You can sit on my lap. But we have to go.” Once again he attempts to step forward with me in tow but I stand my ground.

“I’ll crush you. You should just go without me.” He shook his head and finally turned his body to face me giving me his full attention.

“This is an important night for me. You know I want you there. You’re really gonna stay home because you’re scared of a seat?” I knew he didn’t mean it with ill intent but I could see his rising anger behind those baby blue irises. A bitter chuckle leaves his lips and he uses two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose before raising his hands in surrender. “Do what you want. I can’t be late.” I watch as he climbs into the already crowded van and shuts the door. A few seconds later it pulls off and leaves me standing in the driveway in my fancy attire. Tears threaten to spill as I trudge up the long staircase to Colby and I’s shared room.

The mirror facing the door is the first thing I see upon entering our bedroom. A sob escapes my lips at the sight I see. A girl with sad eyes and mascara stained cheeks stares back at me and I quickly claw at the zipper of the dress before tugging it off my body and kicking it somewhere in the room. I dress myself in a comfy sweater and warm sweatpants before throwing a blanket over the mirror and flopping down onto the bed. Hot tears roll down my puffy cheeks as thoughts of Colby and Amber run through my mind.

Hours passed before the door finally opens and Colby steps into the room. The top buttons of his shirt are undone and his jacket is nonexistent. He takes a look at the mirror before noticing my position on the bed and slowly sitting next to me. I don’t need to look to know he’s thinking of what to say. A gentle hand touches my back and begins rubbing it in a soothing motion.

“Can we talk, love?” I turn my head towards him and watch as his eyebrows furrow together at the sound of my sniffling. “I’m sorry about earlier. I know how that would have triggered you and I should have been more understanding.”

“It wasn’t very ‘live, laugh, love’ of you.” I whisper trying to relieve the tension between us only to be given a disapproving look. “It is what it is.”

“Baby,” he moves from the bed to kneel on the floor so he’s eye level with me and uses his free hand to move a few stray hairs out of my face. “That mirror doesn’t define who you are. The way you look doesn’t define who you are. You are so beautiful to me and I know it’s hard for you to believe given the girls I’ve dated in the past, but honey,” he pauses searching my eyes for any sign of understanding. “I am so in love with you. Every inch of your skin. No matter how much there or how little there is. You will never be too much for me.” More tears fall from my eyes as I process his words. “You don’t need to cover the mirrors with blankets because you don’t like what you see. That woman you see staring back at you?” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for me to grab. Hesitantly, I take it and he leads me to the mirror before slowly removing the blanket and taking a place behind me. “You see her?” I hum in response not tearing my eyes away from the ones that stare back at me. “She deserves love too.”

“How can I love something like that?” Colby moves his hands from my shoulders slowly down my neck. I watch as he traces the crest of my breasts and moves down to the excess skin I try so hard to hide.

“The same way I do. I love every part of you.” He places a sweet kiss at the base of my neck before resting his chin on top of my shoulder. “I will love the parts you hate even more. I’m sorry that you don’t see yourself the way I do, but I promise I won’t stop trying.” I turn away from the mirror and face him. He grazes his hands along my arms pulling them with his to place them around his neck before moving his hands to my waist. “I love you. I will say it every second of every day if that’s what it takes for you to believe it.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Colby chuckles and presses his lips against mine.

“I think the more important question is, what did I do to deserve you?” I shake my head and lean in again to catch his lips is a sweet kiss. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He places a hand on my right cheek and gently traces the apple of my cheekbone with his thumb. “Now what do you say we go get a milkshake and you tell me about that new show you want to watch?” My heart flutters at the words and I smile.

“You really are perfect.” He laughs and kisses me once more before taking my hand and leading me to the door.

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock

[a1tie]

teasing sanemi and “accidentally” grinding on him 🤭🤭 he’d be so mad

OMG YES😭🙏🏾 WATCH THIS.

𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 - 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲 𝔁 𝓰𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

word count: 549

warning tags: public overstimulation

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"Are you done with that?"

You avert your eyes to a tall brunette lady smiling at you. She points to the empty glass on the table, once filled with red wine. You nod, turning back to the conversation around the table. The bright lights of the VIP section at the nightclub you are at illuminate the room and occasionally flash in your eyes. You sit around a table with black leather couch cushions occupied by men and women from your husband's company, drinking and having a good time. You sit on Sanemi’s lap, just on your phone for the meanwhile. You basically know no one at this party, but you tried your best to get along as best as you could. After a good while, though, you just gave up. Looking over to Sanemi, it seems he is conversing with his colleagues. He drank a bit, but he’s still sober for the most part. You lean onto his chest, kind of cradling into his neck as you keep scrolling.

"Are you okay?" He asks, turning in your direction but not looking at you. You gave his neck a quick kiss and hummed. He nods and keeps talking.

After a good while, you felt yourself getting a bit... needy. The way he is sitting, his face when he surveys the people, his muscular bod—it gave you a small drive. You wondered how much he could handle before he slipped up.

You bring your legs across his lap, your hips moving a bit to the center for a good little cover-up. You take your arm on the inside and bring it to his crotch, covered by his tux pants, slowly rubbing. You can feel the twitching of his legs at your touch. He brings his hand to his mouth as the others talk to him, nodding. You kiss his neck again, but you continue to rub his bulge behind the scenes. He shoots you glances, but you don't make contact with him. Instead, you sit, setting your phone down to look at your hand movements. You heard a shaky breath coming from Sanemi, and you knew that you had him in your grasp.

You readjusted your position, finally sitting upright on his lap—until your butt hit his crotch. He lets out a groan, snaking his arms around your waist and putting his head on your back. "Oh….fuck…"

You move your upper body to the side so that his coworkers can see his face. They seem very concerned, as Sanemi’s face is flushed red. You look at him, acting worried. "Is something wrong, baby?" You put your hand on his forehead. Then, you slowly and carefully start grinding on his crotch. He takes a deep breath and looks at his coworkers. "I’m just a bit sick from the drinks. I’m going to head ho-home." He fakes a smile and grabs your hand. Everyone says their goodbyes to you two, and you wave back. As you left the club, he opened the door to the back of the car and pushed you in. You yelp at the sudden force, and Sanemi climbs in after you, mounting on top of you. He closes the door and grabs your chin, making you look at him.

"Don’t you fucking try to complain. You asked for it."

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Mwah!~

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[mayajadewrites]

suguru syndrome

cult leader suguru geto

description: you are a devout follower of suguru geto. you reside at his estate as one of his most loyal followers, always offering to assist master geto with any tasks he desires to be done. master geto is someone you almost idolize and every moment in the same as him makes your heart beat faster. tonight, you want to be one of his girls.

music to listen to while reading: one of the girls: the weeknd

ao3

"Good morning Master Geto." You bow as you instantly felt Suguru Geto's energy in the room. Suguru smiled and kissed the top of your head as you bowed.

The cursed energy around Suguru was always undeniable. It always is. Suguru taught you about curses and how to exorcise them. When you met him, you were being held captive by a group of men who thought you were the devil summoning death upon your village. It wasn't until Suguru Geto came to your village and saved you that you found out you can see curses. The men beat and assaulted you multiple times before Suguru annihilated the entire village, scooping you into his arms to whisk you away to what you now call home.

You could never repay Suguru Geto for all that he's done for you.

"Good morning." Master Geto hummed your name. You watched as a few of Master Geto's "women" emerged from their rooms. Obviously he was not a monogamous man. He had plenty of women in his home and he visits each one of them every day. They always looked so happy and glowing as they joined the morning service.

A glow you have not experienced.

Yet.

You kneel on the cold floor as more of Master Geto's followers trickled into the room. Everyone has the same look in their eyes, almost like they're glazed over. You direct your attention to the front of the room where Master Geto was sitting on his side on the floor with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating.

You rise to your feet as morning service ends when you hear Master Geto say your name. "Please, stay." Master Geto waved at his followers, glancing at his 4 women that you consider his wives. "You all can leave."

Whatever Master Geto says, goes. No questions asked. Ever.

The women, who are beautiful, file out of the room in a single file line. There's a blonde one with beautiful light eyes, a red-head with gorgeous curls, and two brunettes with doe-eyes.

"Yes, Master Geto?" You look up at him, your eyes exploring his espresso colored ones.

"Call me Suguru." He smiled, caressing your cheek. "I've been watching you, you know." His voice vibrates against his throat.

Were his girls allowed to call him Suguru?

"I attend every service, Suguru. I'm eternally grateful for you. You saved my life." You lean down to bow when Suguru's index finger pushes against your chin so you stay looking at him.

"I've noticed. You are so loyal." His voice is soft now, his finger still on your chin. "I remember the day I saved you, you were so cold and scared."

Your mind wanders back to that day, where the feelings of the men violating you flood your mind. You have scars from where they cut you that you try to hide, especially in front of Suguru. If he saw them then he would see you're not perfect, like his girls.

"Do you love me?" Suguru smiled as he tilted his head.

"Of course, Suguru. I owe you my life." You can feel your heartbeat gaining speed as Suguru takes your hand in his large ones, caressing the back of your hand.

You could tell Suguru was pleased with your answer. While he had hundreds of followers, in this moment it seemed like the only one that mattered was you. You stared at his jet black locks cascading down his shoulders. You could smell his eucalyptus from his hair care products mixed with his vanilla musk that follows him everywhere.

Suguru took a seat in his chair on the stage in the temple, his eyes glued to your figure. "Tell me you love me." Suguru spread his legs and leaned back into his chair.

"Suguru, I just -"

"I need you to say 'I love you.' You never uttered the words. I want to watch the words leave your throat out of that beautiful mouth of yours."

You felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You are staring at your one and only, Suguru. The man who invades every dream you have. The first thought in your head in the morning and the last before your head hits your pillow.

"I love you, Suguru Geto."

Suguru's mouth curved into a smile, his head leaning on his knuckles on the side of his face.

"Come to me." Suguru demanded, his hands reaching for yours. You slowly walked toward him, nervous for your first touch. You've dreamt of this moment.

When your skin touched his it felt like electric shocks flowed through every vein in your body. His skin is soft and supple while his scent fills your nostrils.

"Tell me how I'm making you feel." Suguru pulled you down to straddle his lap, attaching his mouth to the skin of your neck. You pressed your eyes shut as his lips began sucking on your skin.

You wanted to say all the right things. You did not want to disappoint Suguru.

"I'm so hungry for you, Suguru. You're feeding me." You lean your head back, restraining yourself from touching him.

"Touch me, my love." Suguru assured you by pressing his hands to your plush ass.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your manicured nails to the back of his neck, twirling a piece of his hair around your index finger. Suguru seemed to like this, as he began to suck on your neck more harshly while leaving the occasional bite.

You could feel your core pulsing against your panties, begging for Suguru's attention.

Almost like he could read your mind, his large hands with the longest fingers found their way under your dress to your panties. The pads of his fingers brushed over your pussy, sending waves of electricity through your body.

"Tell me what you want." Suguru pressed his thumb and index finger to your chin, pulling your face down so your eyes are looking into his.

"I want you, Suguru." You whisper, spreading your legs wider across his waist.

"What part of me? Be specific." His eyes wandered through your eyes, hoping you would tell him sooner rather than later. You felt his hard cock against you, imagining how big he is.

"Right now, I want your fingers inside of me. Then, I want your cock inside of me." You look into his espresso eyes, wanting to press your lips to his. You haven't kissed him yet, but you wanted to. You've thought about his lips every day since he saved you. "I also want your lips on mine."

"You're forgetting a word. I know you have manners." Suguru's eyebrow raised, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please Suguru." You were getting impatient, but you didn't want Suguru to know that.

Suguru's pillow soft lips were pressed to yours the next second, every inch of your mouth was being taken care of. Every move was deliberate. His tongue soon slid into your mouth, dancing with yours.

He took 2 of his long fingers and pushed your panties to the side, sliding them into your pussy. It was easy for him to enter since you were already soaking from the foreplay.

"I make you this wet, hm?" Suguru whispered against your lips. "Am I the only one who gets you like this?"

"You're the only one who's ever made me feel this way. The only one that ever will." You moan quietly as you feel his fingers curl inside of you. His fingers pumped in and out of you, the sounds of your wet pussy filling the temple.

"Mm." Suguru kisses you in approval, adding a third finger inside of you. You gasp, surprised. Your walls start to pulsate with pleasure, when Suguru withdraws.

You don't dare say anything.

"Lay down." Suguru whispers in your ear. You lay down on the cold stage, trying to ignore your pussy begging for Suguru back. Your eyes were fixed on Suguru's body as he stripped his robe off, revealing his muscular body. His hair looked majestic, to say the least. It fell around his face and shoulder perfectly to his lower back.

Suguru kneeled on his knees as he parted your legs, like Moses with the red sea. He pushed your dress up your body to reveal your panties once again. "Take them off and give them to me."

You obeyed, sliding the panties off your legs, handing him the black lace thong you were wearing.

Suguru gripped your panties tightly as he slid them into the pocket of his robe. You wondered what he was going to do with them, but you weren't going to ask.

"Your dress. Off."

You obey.

Suguru leaned down to kiss your lips, moving in sync with yours.

"These are mine now." Suguru spoke, biting down on your bottom lips. "Every single part of you belongs to me." Suguru's eyes traveled down your body. From your face, to your plump breasts, to the curves of your body. His hands took the same route down your body, his hands resting on your ass. "Every. Single. Part." He slapped your ass with every word.

"Yes, Suguru."

"No one else touches you. You don't speak to any other man besides me. If a man speaks to you, I'll have him killed."

You knew he meant that.

"Yes, Suguru." You nod, watching the worry in his eyes fade away. "I will always be yours. I belong to you. I belong with you. Always."

Suguru smiled with approval, pulling his pants and underwear off. His hard cock was finally set free, slapping against his stomach.

Your eyes grew large as you took in his size. He was big and girthy, and you wondered if he would fit inside of you.

"This cock will be the only one you will ever feel. Ever touch. Ever look at." Suguru's body hovered over yours, the tip of his dick grazing your slick.

"Yes, Suguru." You nod, awaiting the feeling of his cock filling your pussy. You slowly wrap your arms around Suguru's neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Suguru's hand found the back of your head, holding it gently as he guided his cock into your pussy. Moans escaped your mouth as you took him inch by inch. You look down at the motions, watching his dick disappear inside of you.

"Suguru-" You moan, pressing your forehead to his.

"You can take it, my love." Suguru began pumping in and out of your body, taking up every inch of space, while eliminating any space between you. Suguru was all you could feel, see, and touch. "You are so beautiful, sweetheart."

Soon enough Suguru is picking up his pace, his hand gripping tighter around your head. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you love how I'm fucking you senseless."

"You feel so good, Suguru. I've never been fucked like this. No one will ever fuck me besides you." You pull Suguru's face to yours, feeling his lips press frenzied kisses on your plush lips. "I love you. I love you more than anyone in this world."

Suguru's hips moved faster with your words, the sounds of his body slapping against yours filling your ears. Suguru's cock was hitting your g-spot, causing your walls to pulsate around him.

You were coming undone on Suguru Geto.

"Come with me, sweetheart." Suguru's strokes began to be as frenzied as his kisses, you could feel the control slipping through his fingers.

You nod, moaning his name once more.

Suguru pressed his cock into your pussy, filling you with his seed. He moaned your name as he thrust inside you gently, making sure every inch of your pussy is covered with him.

You couldn't form a complete sentence as you came down from your high. When Suguru withdrew, you felt a void in your body.

Suguru now felt like he was a part of you.

"You're going to stay with me from now on. I've already arranged to have someone move your things." Suguru pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"I love you, Suguru Geto." You get lost in his eyes as your lips find their way to his.

"I love you." Suguru finally said, cupping your face in his large hand.

Now, you are one of Suguru's girls.

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

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6 | Six Geese-a-Laying

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader x Toji Fushiguro

Prompt: You’re new in town, and I’m your neighbor. We throw a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: spitroasting, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal, oral sex, kind of voyeurism

It’s Christmas eve, and there’s a knock on your door. Eerie since you don’t know anyone in town yet, and you certainly aren’t expecting company.

So you wait, hoping it stops. It doesn’t. Rather, the knocks become more forceful.

Taking a deep breath, you look through the peephole of your apartment door only to be met with the image of a shirtless man, long black hair and what looks like red Santa pants on.

You’ve never opened a door so quickly in your life.

You greet him with a smile, only to remember you’re in the shortest shorts you own and a tank top since you’ve been lounging around your home putting boxes of belongings away all day.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, eyes roaming over your body immediately. Your cheeks flush instantaneously at the sight of him. “We have a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come celebrate with us?”

You stand, stunned at the offer for a moment. He’s patient. Smiles while waiting for a response, giving you a chance to look him over. He’s lean, toned, has a dragon tattoo that starts on the left side of his chest, the body wraps around his shoulders and comes down by his hip. The tail ends in the waistband of his black briefs that you can clearly see.

You lick your lips at the sight, wondering just exactly where it ends.

The dragon is traditional. Obvious. He’s bold to show up to a stranger's place and knock on the door with it exposed.

But his eyes are kind, and he has a nice smile, so you agree.

The thought of changing your clothes before leaving with this stranger didn’t occur to you until you were in the hall to his apartment, hearing the loud music through the walls.

All thought of that disappears though, as you step inside. In fact, you were overdressed to some degree.

Men and women alike were topless, many of them hanging on the arms of the person sitting next to them.

A man with white hair and round glasses is spread out on the couch, taking up most of the space with his long legs. He has a woman on either side of him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.

He smacks the ass of the blonde as he grins to you, “Sasa, get me a drink babe,” he says as the two women stand to leave the room.

You nod your head and purse your lips as you continue looking around the living room, until you spot a man talking with a gorgeous brunette in lemon colored shorts. He has raven hair, a scar over his lip and matching tattoos with the man you’ve come here with.

The woman he’s talking to gets mad, folding her arms over her chest as he walks away, towards you.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He questions, his voice gruff.

“Oh, I came here with…” You trail off, not having gotten the name of the man you followed. You make a note to remind yourself to make better decisions tomorrow.

“Suguru,” he answers, “and this is Toji.”

“Hi,” you smile at both of them, and give your name. Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulder as Toji watches closely. “I’m, um, your new neighbor. Just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.” You chuckle nervously, not sure why you felt like you had to provide that much information about yourself.

The two men exchange looks before Suguru leads you into the living room to one of the couches. You sit in the middle, between Suguru and Toji, practically on top of them with how close they’ve moved themselves in.

Their bodies are warm next to yours, and their muscles are hard. And they're both incredibly attractive.

You’re not sure what to do or say, so you look around the room again, awkwardly. The white haired man tips his glasses down, exposing the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen before winking, placing them at the top of his nose once again.

Someone hands you a drink, you’re not sure who. And if you were making better choices tonight, you would have questioned what it was, or if it had anything in it. But you’re feeling awkward, so you drink it in one gulp.

It’s whiskey, and it makes you gag, but fuck if you didn’t need it to loosen your nerves.

You lean back on the couch, head resting on Toji’s shoulder, quickly feeling the effects as Suguru rests his hand on your knee, softly drawing random shapes into your skin.

“If you keep laying on me like this, I’m gonna think you like me.” Toji says, voice smooth, quiet and right next to your ear.

You giggle at his comment, moving your arm up to caress Suguru’s bicep as he continues to stroke your leg, moving up to your thigh. Your body reacts to his touch, reacts to Toji’s voice. Slowly, Suguru leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asks curiously.

Is there any part of you that’s willing to pass up a potential threeway with two attractive, potentially dangerous men?

No. Not tonight at least.

You’ll definitely work on making better decisions tomorrow.

“Have fuuun~,” the white haired man sings as both men grab you by the hand, leading you down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

It’s a spacious room. More importantly, there’s a large bed in the center with silky purple sheets.

The men waste no time in putting you between them, Toji at your front, Suguru at your back, both kissing and nipping down your neck and shoulders, removing your tank top and pushing you into one another until you can feel both of their hard lengths against you.

You mewl at the feeling, skin hot and body throbbing, begging to be ravished by them.

Wrapping your arms around Toji’s neck, you kiss along his jaw until you meet his lips in a series of messy kisses. Suguru lifts you, so you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, where he carries you off to the bed, and lays you down gently.

You watch as both men disrobe quickly, and you follow suit, losing your own shorts in the process.

They grin at you, when your eyes widen at the sight of their cocks. Both incredibly long and hard. Both thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with before. But you’re also drooling, licking your lips, ready to take them however they please.

“Come here,” Suguru says, pulling you by the leg and adjusting you so you're angled in a way your head is leaning off the side of the bed, while your ass is off the other. 

“Wanna make you both feel good,” you whine, watching them from the edge of the bed, Toji smirks while Suguru strokes his length.

“Mm, really?” Suguru asks, walking towards you and you hum.

He takes his cock and taps your cheek with it a few times. He groans, when you take over, grabbing him by the base, swirling your tongue around the tip as you stroke him, gently.

He moves his hips, slowly at first, watching as you swallow inch by inch until his balls are grazing the tip of your nose, and your throat is bulging, full of him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groans as you hallow your cheeks and swallow around him.

“She looks so good like this,” Toji murmurs, grabbing your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He runs the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your clit several times before he grows impatient with his own antics and lines himself up to your entrance.

Suguru pulls back, as Toji slams his hips forward, and you cry out. It hurts, not having been properly prepared to accept him, but it feels so good at the same time.

Toji holds onto your thighs as he rolls his hips, and gives short shallow pumps of his own until you’ve adjusted to having both your pussy and mouth filled by them. And then they really start fucking into you.

It’s clear, with the way they time their thrusts with one another, they’ve shared before. The way Suguru plays with your clit as Toji leans forward, tugging and tweaking your nipples in his mouth.

You’re a moaning mess against Suguru, the vibrations making his dick twitch every so often.

They both praise you, tell you how good you’re taking them, about how they want to keep doing this with you. And you might just let them if they can keep making you feel this good.

Making good decisions can wait a week. Maybe even a month.

Toji stops pumping in and out of you when your orgasm rips through you, he lets out a loud groan at the way your body squeezes him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“God damn,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”

Suguru doesn’t stop. He pistons his hips back and forth as you choke and gag on his length. It hits the back of your throat with each thrust. When Toji picks back up, tears form in the corner of your eyes.

Suguru places his hand on your throat, feeling his cock each time he fully sheaths himself. Precum and spit are dripping out of the sides of your mouth, down your cheek and into your eye as he continues his assault.

“Fucking shit,” Suguru groans, pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ once he gets too close to the edge. He grabs the tip of his cock to prevent himself from bursting all over your face, though he would like to see that. Next time.

“Wanna switch?” Toji asks between thrusts. Suguru nods his head, and Toji pulls out with a grunt. You whine at the loss of sensation, the loss of being filled so perfectly from the two men.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna make sure you feel good.” Suguru reassures.

They try to swap positions, but you sit up and shake your head, “want you both.”

Toji’s eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his scarred lip in understanding. Suguru’s lifting you off the bed, taking your place as he sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. Gripping onto his shoulders, you slowly sink down, keening into him as your ass meets his lap.

Toji’s behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your other hole, “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” he rasps, letting a trail of spit fall to your tight hole before pushing in.

You both hiss, feeling the stretch from him as he fully sheaths himself, pressing his hips to your ass. They’re kind, considerate, giving you several moments to adjust, moving slowly up and down their lengths before pistoning their hips in tandem.

Both of your hands are tangled in two sets of raven hair, both men thrusting into you with reckless abandon. Suguru has his arms around your waist, holding you in place, your back arched against Toji, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

You’re just taking what they give you at this point, and it’s never felt better. Freeing. Letting these two men fuck into you, use you however they want.

When you feel both men lean forward, you assume they’ll be focusing on your body, but you feel nothing.

Opening your eyes, you see the two men sharing a heated, passionate kiss. Teeth on teeth, watching the way their tongues glide against one another. There’s no helping the wave of pleasure that immediately crashes through your body at the sight, both men moaning into one another as you clench and spasm around both of their thick cocks.

It’s too much, for either man to take, feeling your body squeeze the life out of them, feeling their cocks so nearly rubbing against one another. They’re both cumming, hard into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you.

Both men tense, groaning into the crooks of your neck leaving searing kisses in their wake as they come down from their respective highs. You fall limp into Suguru’s arms, resting your head against his shoulder as Toji gently traces a line down your back causing you to shiver.

“I’d say she liked that,” Suguru chuckles while Toji’s pulling out before hearing a soft clap from the doorway.

Just barely, you’re able to make out the figure of the white-haired man leaning against the frame of the door, one leg crossed over the other.

“That was quite the performance,” he sounds amused, walking closer, Suguru’s cock still buried deep inside you. He grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him, as if it wasn’t already. “Next time, it’s my turn.”

You give a goofy grin back in return, before resting your head against Suguru’s chest once again, eyes heavy, drifting off to sleep. Turns out, this was the best decision you could have made this Christmas.

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[niallsgoldhoop]

small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit. 

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world. 

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place. 

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment. 

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most. 

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on. 

She wasn’t here. 

Rigby wasn’t here. 

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside. 

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me… 

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime. 

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day. 

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning. 

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve. 

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past. 

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is. 

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh. 

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick. 

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass. 

My god. 

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone. 

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand. 

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid. 

I know she could. 

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her. 

Again. 

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me. 

“No, no. Go ahead.” 

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else. 

Bad Niall. 

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too. 

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it. 

“Long day?” 

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches  across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning. 

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips. 

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried. 

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school. 

Then we have Finn. 

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl. 

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it. 

Bad, bad Niall. 

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit. 

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?” 

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in. 

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.”

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided. 

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye. 

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath. 

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again. 

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again. 

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me. 

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes. 

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me. 

“Well, I own a pub.” 

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?” 

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf. 

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.” 

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation. 

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years. 

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me. 

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children. 

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen. 

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her. 

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm. 

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck. 

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe. 

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please. 

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.” 

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her. 

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan. 

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck. 

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.” 

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath. 

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor. 

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes. 

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle. 

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach. 

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace. 

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy. 

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. 

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace. 

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire. 

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.” 

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs. 

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us. 

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago. 

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier. 

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children? 

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah. 

I’m never not turned on by my wife. 

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple. 

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin. 

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms. 

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible. 

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.  

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either. 

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot. 

So that’s what I do. 

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers. 

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me? 

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth. 

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat. 

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate. 

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up. 

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm. 

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear. 

All these years she’s been there for me. 

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way. 

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better. 

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity. 

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy. 

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years. 

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core. 

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast. 

My brilliant, brilliant lover. 

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times. 

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss. 

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does. 

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times. 

“I need more, Niall. I need it.” 

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs. 

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready. 

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows. 

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes. 

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush. 

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back. 

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?” 

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact. 

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling. 

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.” 

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release. 

“You feel so good.” 

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release. 

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers. 

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later. 

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom. 

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms. 

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana  has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms. 

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her  Rapunzel dress. 

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!” 

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet. 

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?” 

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want? 

Yeah. 

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness. 

At least I got to name her. 

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand. 

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible. 

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist. 

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently. 

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

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Choices, Choices (Maria Hill x Reader)

Summary: Part 2 of Kiss or Kill

Words: 923

Warnings: Language, violence?

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-X-

Maria’s grasp on the grip of her sidearm was firm, knuckles nearly white with tension as she crept through the uncomfortably silent HYDRA base. They’d received intel that it was teeming with scientists and soldiers alike in another pathetic attempt to recreate the beauty of the Super Soldier serum but she hadn’t seen another soul since infiltrating the base.

At this rate, she was beginning to wonder how accurate their information truly was.

Nearing what was supposedly central command, she inhaled deeply. She’d been off for weeks, ever since you’d pinned her to that damned wall and kissed her like lives depended on it. And maybe they had. If she’d been caught by some of those monsters roaming about, she would’ve been killed on the spot – or worse.

But now she couldn’t get it out of her fucking head.

She’d hoped this would redeem her dry spell but it seemed she would be leaving here empty-handed as well. As she stepped to the door keeping her from command, she paused as a cheerful whistle met her ears. It sounded oddly familiar and her heart dropped into the pit of her belly.

There’s no way.

Shoving it open with reckless abandon, Maria was baffled and furious simultaneously at the sight of your grinning countenance. A slew of motionless bodies were littering the floor, most of their chests still visibly rising despite the vague appearance of lifelessness. You were leaning against the edge of a desk, ankles crossed as you languished against it nonchalantly.

“Why, hello, agent,” you purred, gleefully clicking your tongue. “I wondered how long it’d take you to get here. I was starting to worry you’d dismissed my helpful tipoff.”

“I- you-” Maria sputtered, brows furrowing with frustration. “That’s not possible. Agent Romanoff…”

“Followed a clue I left for her. And then subsequently found all the others I just so happen to leave out in plain view for any halfway intelligent agent to put together. Really, your people should never assume it’s that easy to uncover things. I understand most of HYDRA is run by morons but there were far too many coincidences involved here,” you replied patronizingly, smirking at the fuming brunette. “Aw, there’s no need for such dramatics, you sweet little mouse. You simply stumbled into this cat’s trap thanks to a deadly widow. You are the Jerry to my Tom, if you will.”

Shoving away from the desk, your expression grew somber as you stood before Maria.

“I asked you here for a reason,” you admitted, all the teasing gone from your words. “Your appearance at the party has painted quite a target on your back. The heads of a few ugly organizations have put a price on your head and if you continue chasing down this path, they will call for the hit.”

“I can handle myself,” she contended, her glare faltering under the concern shining brightly back at her. “SHIELD –”

“Cannot protect you,” you muttered solemnly. “Your life is contracted. They will hire only the best and they will buy or murder the people closest to you. You may not fear them now but you should.”

Hesitating, Maria studied the tightness of your features, the tension of your form as your eyes darted about attentively. “(Y/N)...”

“I am a pawn in many games,” you shrugged, unbothered by the notion of being caught in the webs of horrible men and women alike. “Until I am no longer of use, they will keep me on the board at the cost of any lives they deem inconsequential. Nothing about my life is as black and white as your organization believes it is. Their house of cards must fall, but I will be the one pulling it. So stay out of my way.”

“I can’t let you keep hurting people,” Maria argued weakly. “People will die.”

Cupping her cheeks firmly, your look was fierce and blatantly terrified as you stared at the stunned woman helplessly. “You will die, Maria! And I won’t fucking let that happen. Please, stay away from this.”

You let one hand fall to her waist as you dragged her close, mouth harsh and unforgiving against hers though she returned the embrace with similar fire as her shock dissipated into something deeper. Something she couldn’t deny.

If you were anything in this world and in this lifetime, you were selfish. You always had been. You would sacrifice the things that didn’t matter to you to keep those you did care about safe without hesitation or thought. The world itself could burn as long as your world remained.

And you would not let her gamble her life for others. Not when she meant so much to you.

Tugging a syringe from your pocket, your eyes fell open as you pulled back, forehead resting against hers. Panted breaths passed between you, Maria’s eyes soft and trusting.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, wetness pooling in your waterline as you jabbed the needle into the side of her neck and pressing the plunger, wincing at her gasp of betrayal and pain, watching the light of consciousness fade from her crystal eyes. “I know you won’t let this go. But you have to.”

Catching her sagging body, tears dripped down your cheeks as she went limp in your arms. You held her tight, lifting her with ease and hurrying from the command center.

“When it’s all over, I’ll make this right. I promise,” you pledged, kissing the crown of her head. “You may hate me, but you’ll be safe. That’s all that matters.”

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[berry-hwa]

As per my suggestion...!!

heres the promised mermaid au fic!!! I might not ever finish it because theres a lot of worldbuilding and writing stuff that i dont have time for😔i havent looked over this in a while and it isnt beta read either so ignore any mistakes!! All that aside now, pls enjoy!!

Well, here I am.

Looking up, her expression hardly wavered at the luxurious and magnificent hotel she stood in front of.

Here it is. Tres Spades.

Her glance shifted low to the dark blue dress she wore specifically for the famous I.V.C held at the hotel. Her pearl necklace reflected the huge amount of light from both the inside and outside and her silk, white gloves held onto a matching white clutch. She wasn't gonna look like anyone present at the party, but she was fine with that. The party wasn't what was on her mind anyway, it didn't matter if she stood out or not.

All she had to do was get to the penthouse.

Walking through crowds and crowds of people, her white heels clicked with every step she took on the recently cleaned floor. As she reached the room the I.V.C was held at, she was suddenly startled by someone talking behind her.

"Woah! I've never seen you around here. Is this your first time attending the I.V.C perhaps?"

She spun around to find two men looking at her, their eyes not leaving hers. She recognized one of the two almost instantly.

"Oh! Why yes, this is my first time here. I was looking for Mr. Ichinomiya? He was supposed to escort me to the party." She flashed a radiant smile, hoping to catch the two off-guard. As she stared at them, she realized the identity of the second man who strangely wore a fedora hat.

"Oh! We're his accomplices, and I haven't heard anything about you from Mr. Ichinomiya...would you give us your name?" The blonde smiled, crossing his arms and waiting for an answer. Her heart slowly began beating faster as she thought of a made-up name.

"Misaki. My name is Misaki." She extended her hand out for a handshake, which the brunette took and gave the back of it a gentle kiss. Her heartbeat slowly went back to normal and her smile slightly fell.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name is Mitsunari Baba, but you can call me Micchy or Mitsu for short. And you probably already know who my friend is." Baba glanced back and forth between the blonde and the woman.

"Of course, Kisaki Ota. I'd be ashamed if I didn't know who you were." She bowed and internally cringed, her patience slowly running low. She wasn't here to chat up some men...but, if they managed to get her up to the penthouse, at least the lying would be worth it.

"You flatter me Miss Misaki! Now, what was that about Mr. Ichinomiya escorting you to the I.V.C?"

"Ah, right. We talked over the phone weeks prior to the I.V.C, but he must have forgotten. He's a busy man after all, and so am I." Lying in situations as such was her specialty, but for some reason she felt as if she was being read easily. Can they tell?

"Boss is a very busy man. If you'd like, we could escort you around the I.V.C ourselves?" Baba gave her a handsome smile that would swoon women in her place, but she was barely phased. It wasn't her job to begin flirting with a thief.

She tried to shake off the unusual feeling she felt when she realized Ota's smile had also fallen a bit as he stared at her. Not at her, but her necklace specifically. The only explanation that sat right with her was that he'd been looking at it from an artist's point of view. She didn't know if he realized the necklace was made out of real pearls, however.

"I would appreciate it very much, Mitsunari." She smiled again for the sake of being polite.

From nearly getting lost in the sea of people to stumbling upon a mysterious looking hallway and being sold at a black market auction held in the basement of the hotel, she was only a few steps away from her goal. It didn't matter who bought her, she would escape them either way. Her eyes were set on finding one man and that man only. Her surprise when she heard she was sold to seat #100 came as a shock even to her. She fell right into the hands of the man she had her eyes on.

The cage she sat in had been carried all the way up to the penthouse, her heart racing as she realized how close she was to her target. Even if they didn't speak and wore masks, she knew exactly who the two men that carried her up there were as well.

And when she was brought in, she found herself face to face with him. Eisuke Ichinomiya.

"Who are you?"

"Boss, this is the lady that we-"

"If you let me out of this cage, I will tell you exactly who I am and what I'm doing here."

She stared at the five men who stared back at her. Her smile from earlier was replaced with a fierce gaze at Eisuke, who was staring at her cautiously.

"And how do we know you don't have any ulterior motives?" A strong looking man stood up which she quickly identified as Soryu, Eisuke's childhood friend and a mobster.

"If your security is good at checking whether or not people have weapons on them, then you don't have to be afraid Mr. Oh." She held her chin high and smiled internally at his slightly bewildered face.

"...You know who we are?" Eisuke spoke, eyebrows narrowing as he stared at her through his eyelashes. She could sense he was conflicted and a little confused.

"I know you all. And we'd be able to talk like normal people if you let me out of this cage," She crossed her arms, gaze not faltering as she stared back at Eisuke, "But we probably already know the phrase "normal people" doesn't suit you at all, right Ichinomiya?"

She saw his eyebrow twitch. As she guessed earlier, Baba and Ota took their masks off, their gazes switching back and forth between the woman and Eisuke.

"Is your definition of a succesful individual 'abnormal'?" Eisuke crossed his arms and took a sip of his wine, placing it on the table in front of him afterwards.

"I think we both know what I mean here." Her gaze went to the wine glass in front of him. Lowering her open palm, she aimed it directly at the glass before knocking it over, the wine spilling on Eisuke's leg.

All the men's eyes widened and Eisuke swiftly stood up, panic evident on his features.

"Eisuke, go!" Soryu suddenly yelled at him. Realizing he had to move as fast as he could, he dashed towards the staircase with a curse, managing to make it up before anyone could see anything.

When they made sure he was out of sight, everyone shot a glare at the woman. Only Ota seemed to stand still, still comprehending what had just happened.

"What the hell was that?" Soryu approached the cage, gun in hand now. The woman only grinned as the realization that she'd indeed found the man she was looking for began setting in.

"I think you know exactly what it was." Her fingers tapped at the golden cage as the mobster stared her down. She felt confident knowing she wouldn't be killed in that moment after what she did. They needed answers and she was aware of that. There was also no way they'd let her go unless they heard the full story, unless they didn't let her go at all. She was bought by them after all.

"I...don't get it. How did you knock over that glass?" Baba stared, still a little stunned. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the thief who was looking at her for an answer.

"I'm pretty sure you know that as well." Before looking away, she caught a glimpse of Ota looking almost...solemn, as he stared off into the distance.

"Come on now, you can't all play dumb. I'm here for one reason and one reason only."

"And that is?"

"Eisuke."

Soryu stared at her once more with a stern look on his face. Was he gonna let her out? She made it clear she'd explain everything if she was out of the cage...but how could he trust her like that? Especially when he didn't even know her name?

"Open the cage Mitsunari." A deep voice from the back spoke, the woman recognizing it as Mamoru's. At least he's not entirely stupid, as much as he is lazy.

Baba hesitantly reached into his pocket to take out a key, Soryu stepping away to make space. Opening the cage, the woman stepped out, arms crossed over one another. The men continued to stare at her for a moment before they heard footsteps coming from the staircase.

Her eyes immediately locked with Eisuke's as she looked up. He looked both furious and confused as he walked down each step.

"I'm gonna ask this one last time. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Making his way towards her, he stood in-between Baba and Soryu, eyes staring daggers into the woman. He only recieved a grin in return.

"I heard a siren call from miles away, and it lead me here in your hotel."

The CEO stared in pure confusion. He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. A siren call. Is she for real?

Sure, it might not have sounded...that ridiculous, given the situation he was suddenly thrust into in less than twenty seconds. His eyes traveled to her neck adorned by the pearl necklace. He could feel his throat going dry even as he swallowed.

Those are real pearls.

And, sure, seeing real pearls hung on a string as an accessory wasn't the most unusual thing Eisuke had seen. But the way this woman was dressed bewildered him.

He estimated the cost of both her dress and heels were most probably around 200 dollars. Her gloves were made of silk, therefore they had to have been a little expensive. The pearls were what threw him off. A single, real white pearl was already expensive, but her necklace consisted of at least thirty pearls that varied in colors and shapes. He even recognized one of the rarest blue pearls hung onto the string, and he could feel the nervousness bubbling to the surface the more he stared.

"You've...gotta be kidding right?" The thief asked, gaze shifting to Eisuke who tried so hard to keep his expression as neutral as possible. Both him and Soryu were begining to catch onto the situation.

"I'm very serious. I came here specifically to talk to Eisuke, on behalf of my people."

"Your...people?" Puzzled, Soryu raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes now also shifting to look at Eisuke.

"I know what you are Eisuke. And we need your help." The woman's tone slowly morphed into one of pleading, as did her expression. Eisuke stared for what seemed like hours before sighing and turning his back to her.

"You have five minutes to explain."

"Five?!"

"Yes, only five."

She stared at his back as he walked over to the couch and sat down, Soryu and Baba following. She was glad she got the opportunity to talk...but five minutes? Really?!

"Alright I...just, do you mind bringing a glass of water?" Her gaze went to the artist who seemed to think about her question a little longer than he had to before nervously answering.

"Sure..." He put on a smile and strode over to the kitchen in the penthouse. Taking a deep breath before exhaling, her gaze returned to Eisuke who now sat on the couch, waiting for his explanation.

"First of all, I'd like to apologize for barging in all of a sudden and spilling wine on you. You were probably all confused and angry, especially you, Ichinomiya." Her heels clicked as she walked over to the four men, Eisuke's eyebrows forming into a frown as he recalled what happened.

"Apologize another time, get to your story." He swiftly crossed his legs and rest his chin in his palm as he waited for her to begin, as if he were a teacher about to listen to a student's excuse for a missed assignment.

By the time she stopped staring Eisuke down, Ota had come back with a glass of water as she'd asked. Funny how she has barely been here for five minutes and is ordering people around as if she owns the penthouse.

Thanking the artist, she set the glass down on the coffee table and waited for Ota to grab a seat, only for him to stand next to the couch Baba, Soryu and Eisuke sat on.

"As I said...I know what you are, Eisuke. Even if you might not know exactly what you are, we desperately need your help." She began, voice brave despite her slowly plummetting spirit.

"Who is this "we" you've been throwing around?" Baba exclaimed before getting interrupted by the woman.

"I'll get there. Let me explain."

"You fell into a pool when you were young in London...right?" She raised an eyebrow and looked at Eisuke for his reaction. He definitely didn't disappoint. His eyes went wide and he was now listening to her more cautiously, the nervous feeling on the verge of overflowing.

"You became a mermaid. Or...a merman. Otherwise known as a siren." She explained like she was some lunatic, but Eisuke knew better than to assume that when she was right. Except he had no idea what she meant by the siren part of it.

"How do you know any of this. Only my manager and some acquaintances are aware of what happened. How did you manage to find out what happened a decade ago?"

"That's not important. What is important is that I'm a real mermaid born at sea, and my people have and I have been threatened by the human race for years," She looked down, remembering the last moments with her family before they were taken from her, "They sacrificed themselves so I would stay alive and get help."

"It took you this long to find me?" Eisuke interrupted, his thoughts now racing. Had she been stalking him? Did she somehow bribe someone to tell her about him? What kind of help did she need exactly?

"I've known about you ever since you fell into that pool. You see, I'm from Britain myself, and all of us have known about you ever since that day." She explained briefly, not leaving any room for questions as she continued quickly afterwards.

"You're the first merman to have ever fallen in the pool in that cave in nearly sixty years. It just so happened that you became a siren on the day the last merman transformed 43 years before you did." She briefly caught a glimpse at Ota looking down at the floor as if he was holding something back. Did he wanna ask a question?

She decided to ignore it, passing it as just him being lost in his thoughts.

"This is...too much information," Eisuke rubbed his temple, her words barely registering. He was finally used to being this weird form of a human after so long, and suddenly there's so much information shoved into him it's almost too overwhelming.

"You think? You gave me five minutes to explain, I'm using that time wisely." She may have been aware of the conflicted situation he was in at that moment as he slowly took in what she was saying. Still though, she figured she might as well drop the bomb as quickly as she could, even if it confused Eisuke at first.

"We've been looking for a siren for years now due to our problems with the human race. And that just so happened to be you..."

Her frightless demeanor began to wear off, quickly replaced by someone in genuine need of help. Eisuke stared at her, her words still registering. So he was a siren. Was it good that he finally knew his identity after so many years? He certainly didn't feel any better knowing, that's for sure. What if she was lying?

"Can you prove to me in any way that you're telling the truth?"

The woman stared at him. Of course, Eisuke Ichinomiya of all people would never believe some girl suddenly showing up at his penthouse, telling him he was a damn siren and that there were real mer-people living in the sea with no proof. The whole story seemed like a sick joke. Even if she knew things many others hadn't known, even if she held information that Eisuke had never revealed publicly...he had to know.

"If you'll allow me to," She raised her open palm once more and focused her energy on the glass of water in front of her. Soon enough, they saw what looked like a bubble rise out of the glass. Eisuke knew she wasn't lying the moment he saw the "bubble" rise higher and higher, but still wanted to see what she would do. As the water reached her head, her hand suddenly dropped to her side, as did the bubble. The CEO's eyes widened as it splashed over her head and he was already begining to count down the seconds it took for her to transform. No sooner than that did Baba get up and rushed over to her, holding her up by her arms as her legs disappeared and were replaced by a sparkling blue tail.

"Is that enough proof for you, Ichinomiya?"

#voltage inc #love 365: find your story #love 365 #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb baba #kbtbb ota #kbtbb mamoru #eisuke ichinomiya #soryu oh #baba mitsunari #ota kisaki #mamoru kishi #sooo how are yall doingggg....its been a little whileee.... #i hope whoever read this enjoyed it!! enjoyed having u around here soldier #and now i will disappear for another few months. goodbai #kbtbb fanfic

[hystericalthinking]

Swallow Your Pride

**A Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack fanfic staring @the-spirit-of-adventure OC Missy and my personal OC Jillian! Please give Spammy a follow here and on Twitter/X @Spammykins**

Shouts and clashing metal filled the air as battle rang about the sea. Two long-time rival crews, the Screeching Sirens vs. the Bushy Beard Pirates.

“Stay still, you wench!” Captain Bushy barked, stabbing his sword at the woman in front of him. His personal arch-rival rival and not at all stand in on his feelings towards his mother, Captain Missy Benchir of the Screeching Sirens.

Dodging, the ginger cackled as she moved her waist from the jabs,

“Aye, what’s the matter, Bryle.” Missy mocked with a laugh, “Age finally catchin’’’ up to ye, old man?”

“I said stay still!” Bushy shouted, bringing down his sword only for it to be blocked by Missy’s sword.

“I know seals that fight better than ye!” She scoffed with a smirk, rolling out of dodge and leaping to strike.

Meanwhile, across the ship and on deck, was the cool of the ship also fighting for her dignity and crew.

With a throw of her arm, Jillian lassoed men left and right, however, there was one who grabbed the rope before the fall.

“Is that any way to treat a lover, lass?” The raven-haired man chuckled, pulling the rope towards him to reel the brunette before him.

“I wouldn’t call you a lover,” Jillian admitted as she dug her heels into the woods and haled the reeling, “More like a waste of three minutes.”

Pivoting, Jillian whipped the man over the railing and into the water.

Just as she watched the bearded pirate fly into the ocean, she took notice of a certain blue blob who was supposed to be below deck.

Before the ensuing battle, Captain Benchir had ordered her cabin monkey to stay below deck and away from battle.

While K’nuckles didn’t like it, he obeyed as it was the much safer and lazier option.

But give or take about two minutes and with his syrup gone, the blue man decided it wouldn’t hurt to sneak across the battle to get to the Syrup Vault in the kitchen.

So he tiptoed his way up the stairs, slithered out under the hatch, and began to crawl across the crowded battleground that was the main deck.

Men were shouting, women were letting out battle cries, cannons fired, and swords clashed.

It was pure chaos, and it was already spreading to him.

“Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice meeeeeeee!” He pleaded internally, hopping along on his belly like a seal.

Hiding behind a cannon, K’nuckles was spotted and charged at by a Bushy Beard pirate. In a desperate and stupid way to protect himself; he lit the cannon, leaving a wrecked hole just above the water.

“Oi! Crew, retreat to Stormalong, and prepare to make repairs!” Missy ordered, “We've got a hole as big as a treasure chest on the starboard side above the water, and I'll be blown if I'm lettin’ 'er sink!”

The crew scatters and retreats, making their way away from the enemy and to safe waters. As shipwrights began the repairs, the captain called for the rest of her crew to line up.

“Now, who did this!?” Missy spoke, arms crossed and eyes glaring, “Someone speak up! Otherwise, I'll have ye all walk the plank one by one!” She threatened.

A member speaks up, a thin young woman with straight black hair and sun-kissed skin.

“It was Skipper’s cannon!” She called out.

“Oh yeah!” Another woman chimed in.

“It was her cannon!” Said another.

“She posts pretty good headcannons.” Said a third.

“Oi!” Missy busted in with a sarcastic laugh, “Skipper left sickbay in three bloody days! The cannon just went off by itself, then?”

Stepping forward, Jillian met the gaze of her captain. Missy’s eyes burned into hers.

“I know who did it, Captain!” She spoke.

“Oh?” The ginger scoffed, “Then who?”

Turning her head, Jillian pointed at K’nuckles, causing him to freeze from obviously trying to sneak away.

“I saw canon boy over here shoot to save his own ass!”

“What!?” Missy roared, her eyes glowing red in anger, “That worthless piece of meat!”

“You have to punish him for this, Captain,” Jillian stated.

The captain clenched her fist, clearly upset and wanting to exact revenge; but also, wanting to protect the man she loved.

“K’nuckles,” Missy spoke.

“Ye-yeah, Riley?” K’nuckles stuttered, cowering from the ginger-haired woman.

“K’nuckles, ye can look forward to extra mopping and being on potato peeling duty for a month.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Jillian spat and without thinking, shivered her captain back by the shoulders.

“Are ye crazy??” Missy barked, the crew's attention snapping to her. “How dare ye suggest I have a soft spot for him!?”

The ginger then moved her attention from Jillian to the rest of the crew.

“The next one who opens their mouth gets an extra week of peeling potatoes! As for that no good scum-sucking pirate Knuckles, he may as well be a part of the crew cause we all know I ain't getting rid of him!”

She turned back to the curly-haired brunette,

“Now, cook, what's for supper??!”

Jillian fumed, her knuckles turning white in her fists as her neck flushed,

“I ain’t cookin’ nothin’ until that blue blob is gone!” She replied with a stomp.

A vein in Missy’s neck popped as her blood began to boil, never in her career has another woman disrespected her like this!

“I'll shove that blue blob up your arse if you don't shut it you miserable little bilge rat!” Missy threatened, approaching Jillian with her fists at her sides, “Knuckles ain't going nowhere and you know it, so get in the bloody kitchen you rat-faced bilge swiller, and get cookin'! I don't care what you make, just make it edible!”

The cook was visibly taken aback by this, her jaw dropping and tears pricking up in her eyes as she was now nose-to-nose with her captain.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Jillian met Missy’s gaze.

“It’s him or me, Missy.” She said softly.

The ginger-haired woman’s eyes darkened dangerously as her face now took on a scowl.

Suddenly, the spotter called for Stormalong.

An announcement that would change fate.

“So be it!” Captain Benchir ruled, pointing jaggedly at her now former cook, “You've been nothing but trouble since ye joined me crew. I think 'tis best that you leave and I have no doubt that me good buddy K'nuckles will take your spot with pleasure!”

All Jillian could do was hang her head in disappointment, whether it was towards herself or to Missy could be anyone’s guess.

“Fine.” The brunette muttered as she held back tears, “I’ll pack mah bag and be gone when we hit Stormalong.”

Soon enough, the Miss Fortune docked in Stormalong.

With her suitcase and cookbook in tow, Jillian descended the ramp and onto the dock.

“Good riddance!” The ginger-haired woman shouted, her fist in the air, “Go on, get off me ship! Don't let me see you hanging around waiting for me either!” She continued with a broken deep breath, “Ye scoundrel, I know you still have feelings for me! You're not nearly as good at hiding them as ye think!”

Wiping around with tearful eyes, Jillian exclaimed,

“I don’t hide my feelings! I let people know how I feel and that’s better than bottling up all yours!”

“You think you know me so well, don't ye?” Missy replied sarcastically, “You think your words are going to melt my heart do ye!?”

Scoffing, the cook marched away from the ship with nothing but a knapsack, the clothes on her back, a cookbook, and tears in her eyes.

Jillian didn’t know what would come of her life at the moment but she did know one thing.

She wouldn’t be setting sail anytime soon.

Missy watches on, biting her lip to keep her from crying. She couldn’t show the guilt and regret she felt. As the ship pulls away, she swears to herself that she is the last crew member to walk away from her.

‘Maybe it is time to take a good hard look at myself and become the captain I was meant to be,’ she thought to herself, ‘Who treats her crew properly and would never let feelings get in the way of running a tight ship.’

#the marvelous misadventures of flapjack #flapjack #cartoon network #fanfic #ocs #pirates #drama #captain k’nuckles #tmmof #bubbie #Stormalong

[russosafehaven]

There are Widows and There are Men - Part Five

Pairing: Billy Russo x Black Widow!Reader

Content: Canon typical violence, Reader is a former assassin, fun stuff like that

POV: Second

Short drabble just got some filler <3

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92

TAWATAM Taglist: @thefictionalgemini @woowwwee @celestialams @noortsshift

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By the time Billy had fallen asleep you had already managed to slip out undetected. He may be a Marine but you were the Blood Widow. The best out of all Dreykov’s pet projects, even Taskmaster or Natasha. You walked through the streets of New York clad in a sweater and some of Billy’s jeans. If memory served you right the Widow had the sniper pointed on you for five seconds before shooting. Older widows only waited two seconds, they were trained far better than younger widows. Whoever it was their technique was a joke.

Turning a corner you arrived at the building of Pym Tech. In the local news you’d heard about a young girl by the name of Nadia opening Genius In Action Research labs here. It would be easy to sneak in undetected, you’d seen worse. If you were right this girl would be your Nadia and she’d be able to help.

Crossing through the threshold of the building was easy. When you arrived at a sign that read ‘G.I.R.L’ you knew you made it. Inside was a teenage girl, 14-15, brown bob cut with gorgeous round eyes. She was your Nadia clear as day. You opened the door and she turned to you. There were two older women behind her, a brunette with a pixie cut someone you recognised as Janet from meetings and Doctor Barbara Morse. Morse held a gun up at you and since you expected that reaction your hands were already up.

To both the women’s shock Nadia ran straight into your arms, muttering in Russian. Returning the hug you kissed the top of her head. She’d grown so much in the last three years.

“My little wasp is growing up”

You looked down at her smiling warmly. Janet went to move towards the two of you and as Nadia pulled away she was dragged towards the older women.

“I understand you’re protective of Nadia, I don’t blame you she’s a wonderful kid. We worked together in the Red Room, she’s the reason I escaped and I always meant to pay back the favour. Dreykov still had Widow’s coming for me. It’s why when I saw her name in the news I knew I needed to see if it was my Nadia. You don’t have to help me, I don’t owe you or her anything. I need help to take Dreykov and the Red Room down. I’m aware Natasha has tried on multiple occasions but he’s working with Hydra and a man in the CIA now. I stole the files before I left, the man’s name is William Rawlins. Ran an illegal military operation called Cerberus where they trafficked a drug called Lyria. It’s a branch of heroine used to mind control widows. Bad men are spreading it through New York. Men like Cottonmouth and Wilson Fisk. If we take down Dreykov it causes a chain reaction and destroys other men as well”

You slipped a USB from around your neck, handing it to Van-Dyne. She took it from you and walked to her laptop to open the file. As it loaded Morse turned to you.

“How’d you survive?”

Your head hung low. The only reason you’d stayed alive all these years is by being what they made you, the Blood Widow.

“I’m the Blood Widow”

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #billy russo fluff #the punisher #x reader #billy russo angst #there are widows and there are men #black widow!reader

[alexies101]

Fanfic idk

Tw: Homophobia

Art watched TV as Paul cooked in the kitchen. It was a sunny Thursday morning, not too hot but not too cold. He flipped through channels. Then he stopped. He saw the most beautiful man he ever saw talking about the latest product on the market.

His voice was like deep rich chocolate. His straight black hair shined in the light. He was tall and lean, and his piercing brown eyes seemed to be staring deep into the singer's soul. Art felt his face become hot, and a bulge began to rise.

He thought he got rid of this problem. He began to shake and tried to push it down. Shit, it's not working. Paul would be done cooking any minute. He can't see him like this.

Maybe if he goes to the bedroom, it'll be fine. He could try to get rid of it there. He stood up. The man's voice echoed in his ears. He collapsed, just itches from the door.

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Him and his big brother watched the TV. There was a special movie on tonight, one with sweaty and muscular cowboys saving the beautiful and helpless brunette from the bad guys. The eight year old Arthur liked all the action and drama. He could even picture himself as the main character in some scenes on his big horse and brown hat.

Towards the end, a very handsome man came on screen. It was the brunette's brother. He was frightened by how beautiful he was. His voice had a western accent. He began to blush when the man kissed a blonde woman. His brother saw.

"Aww, does little Artie like the pretty girl?" His brother, Jules, teased, not mockingly but not sweetly either.

"Yeah....but I also like the guy too...."

He felt his brother stare at him in horror. The older one turned off the TV and rushed them up to Art's room. He shut the door and locked it.

"You can't like the man, Arthur." His usually calm older brother's serious tone made Art very nervous.

"Why? Who said?"

"Society. I personally can give two shits but I don't know about mom and dad."

"But they'll still love m-"

"I'm not sure."

His parents not love him? That'll be the worst thing in the world.

"People like you," he pointed to Art's heart. "get beat up, mocked, even murdered. I don't want you getting hurt, so you can't tell anyone, not even mom and dad, ok?"

"....ok."

"Now, who do you like?"

"Girls, just girls."

"Good. Every time you feel all.... strange, I guess? You just remember what I said, got it?"

He looked down his feet. "Yeah."

That night, it was the first time he felt disgusted with himself. He could control it. He's sure of it. Nobody needs to know.

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When he was 15 or 16, he met a boy. He doesn't remember his name, just that he wore funny glasses. One day, the boy didn't come back to school. He later found out he was killed because someone saw him with his boyfriend.

When he was 16, he met another boy. He was so strong and gorgeous. He developed a crush of some sorts. He felt disgusted with himself, but he just couldn't help it. Once, he saw him with his girlfriend, redheaded and stunning. They kissed passionately in the hallway. Art couldn't help but stare, then run to the bathroom to cry. He knew he could never have him, but it sucked either way. But that wasn't upsetting him.

They both looked perfect. He shouldn't be looking at both, just the girl. He felt ashamed. He was so ashamed that he skipped two of his classes to go home. He wept until he fell asleep.

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By age 19, he had enough of this curse. Nobody knew, not even Paul. He found a solution, but he knew it would be the most painful thing he'll ever have to do. He sat in his room and took out two magazines. One full of naked women, which made him excited. That was fine.

Then he opened the other one. It was full of handsome men, especially Elvis pictures. He looked, it went up, and he punched it. Every time it went up, it was punished. He did it so long that his poor little buddy got red and bloody. He repeated it for two weeks. After that, it didn't raise again for men.

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Once at a concert, he saw a beautiful woman staring at him with goo-goo eyes as he and Paul sung. When the show was over. Paul noticed the lady.

He whispered in his ear, "You should go talk to her."

They both looked at her, and she waved at them. Paul shoved him to her and hid in the corner.

"Uh, hi." The tall musician spoke shyly.

Her voice sounded weird. Not bad, just weird. "Hi, sweets! I really loved your singing!"

She was so flamboyant, her voice was like a jazz song and she knew how to use her hands as she spoke loud enough for the people in the back of the room to hear. She had big black hair, a big long red dress, tall, perfect makeup, she was a walking shooting star. She was welcoming, Art's wall came down the more he talked to her.

Then she bent down to his ear and whispered, "I'm a man."

"W-wh-"

"I just like dressing up nice. Is that really a crime?"

"No. Can I tell you a secret?"

He whispered in her ear, and they held hands and promptly left together. Paul smirked as they walked out the door. They walked around for a bit, smoking and giggling. They kissed a lot.

"Where you get that dress? It looks really nice." He asked her as they walked around the dark New York streets together, having no idea where they were going or what to do.

"This old thing?" She fixed the ruffles on top. "I made it myself."

"You made that?! It looks so good!"

"Do you want one?"

Art nodded, then went silent. Maybe this will help him. If he dresses and acts like a girl, then it'll be ok for him to like men. She does it, and she looks great.

They went to her house. It was a small, warm, cozy house. She excused herself and changed out of her clothes and jewelry. The person that came out made Art's eyes go wide.

"You look so different!" The singer was blindsided by the gorgeous, short-haired, and even muscular man that walked past him.

"I know, you can call me a guy now." He took off his makeup in the bathroom.

Afterwards, he made Art stand still with his arms up to his sides. He got his measurements. He asked what he wanted the dress to look like. The other wasn't sure, so he gave him a magazine full of ladies wearing the latest fashion. He pointed to a model and said he wanted it exactly like that but black and white. It was a stripped dress.

Next, he did his makeup. It was the first time Art ever had makeup on his face. It felt weird. When it was finished, he looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful just like his mother, but he hated how he felt. It was drowning his skin. He took it off.

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He stayed with him for three days. During that time, he embraced the feminine feelings he hid away for so long. He painted his toenails, did his hair, dresses, skirts, he loved it all. He still felt like a guy, but why not have a little fun?

The dress was done, and he got changed. He was given black flats and white nail polish. The guy looked at him like he was a prize and took him to a mirror. Art blushed. He loved the way he looked. He felt like a beauty queen.

"You look so beautiful, Artie." He said as he put a pearl necklace around his neck.

He gave him gloves and bracelets. He then sprayed perfume on him. He smelled like flowers.

"I feel so pretty." He smiled at himself in the mirror.

He never saw himself like this. He felt overjoyed, as if there was a big butterfly in his heart happily flying around. He had to go. He hugged him, thanked him so many times, then put his dress and accessories in a big bag.

He walked the streets of Queens with his head up high. He was unstoppable but also hungry. He went to a corner store. As he was paying, the cashier saw his painted nails.

"Man, you're a faggot!"

Art froze. He heard that word before, but that was the first time he was ever called that. "Excuse me?"

"I said you're a faggot!" The cashier grabbed grabbed his hand to show his wife behind him. "Look, Barbara! A fag!"

Him and his wife laughed at him. The shame he carried with him at all times came right back to gave him a good kick in the ass. He rushed out and ran back home. Once he was there, he locked himself away and cried like a baby. Paul tried to get him to talk, but he was too distressed to even speak.

He felt like he was slapped back into reality. He couldn't be who he wanted to be. He couldn't be who he was. He hid the dress away. Nobody could know. Out of sight, out of mind.

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"Arthur! Art, c'mon! Wake up!"

Art woke up to Paul shaking him and putting water on his face. Paul sighed in relief and forced him to lay on the couch. He still felt a little dizzy when Paul was sitting on the ground next to him.

"Are you ok? What happened?"

He never heard Paul be so concerned for him. He fainted before. It was when him and the rest of gym class were forced to go outside on a melting May day. He felt lightheaded and Paul tried to get the teacher to let them go back inside. He fainted after they were told no and went home early once he woke up. He heard that Paul had a panic attack right before he woke up. But he played it cool. He pretended that he knew that Art would be just fine. He wasn't pretending now. He was showing genuine concern for him.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Art's voice sounded tiny and shaky. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Paul, thinking he was about to tell him government secrets or some shit like that, spoke to him in a calm tone. "Yeah, you could tell me anything."

"I think I'm gay."

Paul's eyes looked like a dinner plate and his mouth hung open. That look made Art want to hide in the corner.

Once he picked his jaw off the fall, he asked, "Really? But you've always had girlfriends, you slept with girls before."

"I know, that's why I said I think." He took a deep breath. "I like girls too."

"Do you like one more than the other?"

"No, not really."

Paul started thinking back. The signs were always there, it was so obvious! He always looked at both genders when a kiss scene came on. He always avoided the people who didn't like gays. Ugh, why didn't he see it before?

"Do you like....me?"

"Ew." They both laughed.

"Still, is there even a name for it?"

"I don't know, but you don't have to have a label." Once in a blue moon, Paul gets sentimental and cheesy. This was one of those times. "As long as you're my best friend, I don't care who you like."

Art smiled and hugged him. "Thank you." Then he giggled. "I have another secret."

"What?"

"Remember that girl from a few weeks ago? She made me a dress." He felt happy to tell him, but a little frightened. What if that was too much for him?

"Really? Can I see?"

Art grinned at him and went to the bedroom to get in the dress. When he was changed, he got nervous again. Paul sounded interested. What if he laughs at him?

A knock on the door. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm coming out now."

He shyly opened the door. Paul gasped as he walked towards him. He touched his dress and looked down at his shoes.

"You look so beautiful, man."

Art blushed, "Really?"

"Wow." Paul never looked so happy. "How do you feel?"

"Really happy."

Paul touched his necklace. "I'm glad you're happy." Then he hugged him. "Don't be scared to tell me anything, ok? I'll never get mad at you for something you can't control."

The weight that's been holding him down was gone. He was going to be happy now. "Thanks, man."

#classic rock #simon and garfunkel #paul simon #art garfunkel #fanfic #gay #bisexual

[marchtomydrums]

Wildcard 13

Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot x Reader

Of course, Alex’s father granted her access to the home for the week. Olivia snickered calling her “Princess Alexandra” on multiple occasions. The drive there wasn't bad with Olivia behind the wheel for the majority of the ride. Alex barked directions from the passenger seat as you napped in the back. The two women upfront fought every so often over the radio waking you from your slumber. Trying to be the middle ground you offered a few choices.

Olivia chuckled “No offense baby but we don't listen to your type of music.”

You huffed “My type of music?”

She nods “Yes, the younger generations' music nowadays.”

“Hey!” Alex shouts looking over at Olivia.

“I listen to the newer music. I'm hip too!”

“Frist of all Olivia I listen to a little bit of everything which you'd know if you ever let me control the music,” you said rolling your eyes at her.

Ignoring Olivia’s playful glare you look back at the blonde.

“And Alex never use that word again.”

“What? Is that not in style anymore?” she asked.

“No.” you chuckled.

Olivia laughed. “Oh yeah, Alex you're so up to date with the slang.”

Alex pouts sticking her tongue out at Olivia.

You chuckled rolling your eyes as you sat back in your seat.

“I'm in a relationship with two grandmas I swear,” you mumbled.

Olivia looks back in her rearview mirror. “You want me to pull this car over?” she growled.

You gasped looking into those deep brown eyes.

-Fuck! That's hot. I wish she would.-

“I'm talking to you pet.”

“ As entertaining as that would be we're almost there.” Alex cuts in saving your ass. Literally.

You sighed in relief as Olivia focuses back on the road. Turning the corner you see a huge gate with two security men dressed in all black.

-What the fuck?-

Stopping at the gate Alex leans over to speak to the man.

“Alexandra Cabot,” she says showing her ID. The man nods signaling them to open the gates.

The women smiled as they drove by entering the neighborhood. You were in awe of the homes each growing in size as you drive by.

Alex watches you out the corner of her eye with a smile.

Pulling up to the house you swore you died a little inside. The house is huge definitely bigger than most you've seen before. Alex is the first out of the car Olivia follows behind her opening the door for you.

“Holy shit.” you gasped.

Olivia chuckles “I know right. Cabot’s like to live in style.”

You nod your head following behind her. Once you're at the door it opens revealing a tall man and a short older woman.

“Alexandra darling we've missed you!” she says hugging the blonde tightly.

“Oh Rita how I've missed you,” she says. Looking back at us she smiles. “This is Rita, she's worked for my family for years. She's like my second mother. She helps with the cooking and cleaning. And this is John he's our driver.” she says introducing us.

Olivia smiles shaking both of their hands. “It's nice to meet you both. I'm Olivia and this is Y/N.”

Rita smiles “So nice to meet you both. Alex your father said you'd be here for the week so the house is all set for you. John will get your bags and then we will make ourselves scarce until it's time for dinner.”

“Thank you, Rita, I apprentice it. And thank John you can take our bags to my room please.”

“Of course Ms. Cabot.” the man smiles running out to the car to grab our things.

Rita allows us inside and your mind goes into an overload of emotions. The house is beautifully decorated, and the ceilings are huge and filled with gorgeous glass chandeliers. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed you take Olivia's hand. The brunette smiles squeezing your hand.

“I know it's a lot. But it's okay,” she whispers kissing your temple.

You smiled nodding your head. Alex smiles as she takes you on a tour of the home.

“So there are 7 bedrooms, 7 baths, two offices, a library, gym, living room., dining room, kitchen, and movie room. There is an indoor pool along with a steam room. The outdoor pool and jacuzzi, tennis court, and the deck which has an outdoor kitchen and seating and are fully stocked. There is also a guest house for any guests and rooms for Rita and John.”

She leads you up the stairs following behind John as you head into her bedroom. “This is my room. We have our own bath and the bed is huge so we will all fit. Unless either one of you wants your own room or both of you want to share a room that can be arranged as well.” she says with a smile.

“It's perfect Al. Thank you.” Olivia says kissing her softly. You smiled as John left the room taking in your surroundings.

“You okay?” Alex asked watching you closely. You nodded “Yeah it's just a lot.”

She nods “I know. I rarely bring people here. It can be overwhelming. But I'm still the same Alex. I promise.” she says with a shy smile.

You look at her in confusion until it clicks.

-She’s worried about how I’ll see her after seeing all of this. Damn. I didn't think she’d care all that much.-

You smiled walking toward her and wrapping your arms around her back. Pulling her in for a soft kiss you whispered “I know.”

-Where the fuck did that come from?-

She smiles kissing you once more. Olivia watches from the sidelines grinning.

“Alright. So what do you two want to do first?” the blonde asked.

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After much debate the three of you decide to head to the pool. Opting to enjoy the indoor one since it's pretty cloudy and getting cooler outside. After getting dressed you meet the two women downstairs. Walking into the room you gasped seeing them both completely naked.

Olivia pouts playfully “Why are you wearing a suit?”

“Because we're going swimming,” you said dumbfounded by her question.

Olivia chuckles shaking her head. Alex smiles walking towards you.

“If you want to keep it on you can. But just know we won't be disturbed. Rita and John both know to keep their distance and only enter during times when they're needed. But the choice is yours.” she says smiling as she dives into the pool.

Olivia quickly follows jumping in after her causing her to shriek as she grabs her waist. Looking around you noticed that no one else was there.

-I mean it is just the three of us. And they've seen me naked on multiple occasions.-

Finally, you made your decision as you slowly untie your straps. Alex and Olivia watched as the bikini top falls to the floor whistling in approval. You rolled your eyes as you tossed the top to the side and begin to drag down your bottoms. Olivia licks her lips as your bottom half comes into view.

“You're so fucking beautiful baby,” she shouts. “Jump to me love,” she says opening her arms out to you. You smiled jumping in the water perfectly into her arms. She smiles when you come up to the surface gathering you in her arms and wrapping your legs around her waist.

“There's my girl,” she says causing you to smile. She leans in to kiss you deeply causing you to moan. You sighed as you pulled back resting your head on her shoulder. Olivia hums squeezing you tight.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too.”

“I hope you know that I will be loving this beautiful body all week.” she chuckled.

You smiled lifting your head to look her in the eyes.

“It's yours. All of it,” you tell her rolling your hips against her stomach. She growls grabbing your ass.

“That's right. And don't you ever forget it,” she says causing a rush of wetness to hit you. Before you could respond a wave of water hits you both in the face.

The blonde giggles “Hey! Are you two going to swim or fuck?!”

You both laughed at the blonde. Olivia gently lowers you into the water before playfully reaching out for Alex causing the blonde to scream.

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A couple of hours later and it's time for dinner. Rita has been kind enough to make the three of you a large spread. You smiled as you made your way downstairs following the delicious smells. Rita seems really nice and was eager to get to know both you and Olivia. John mostly kept to himself and quietly ate his food before leaving the house. The four of you are in mid-conversation when Olivia's phone rings.

The brunette looks at the caller ID before politely excusing herself. You and Alex continued your conversation with Rita while Olivia was on the phone. After finishing up your food you stayed back to help Rita clean up even though she fought against it. Once you were done you headed in search of Olivia and Alex finding them deep into a conversation trying to keep their voices low.

“What's going on?” you asked. The two women looked up at you and then at each other.

“Nothing,” Alex answered quickly. The alarms in your head go off.

-Something isn't right.-

Ignoring Alex you look over at Olivia. “Liv?”

The brunette looks at you putting on a tight smile.

“It's nothing baby. Just work. Promise.”

“What about work?”

“Just a case Alex and I are dealing with. I promise you it's nothing to worry about.”

“Then why not tell me?”

“Why not trust me?” she asked.

You huffed “Whatever.” you mumbled walking out to the backyard.

Olivia sighs. “You're going to have to tell her eventually Liv.”

“No. Telling her puts her in danger and I won't do that.”

“But not telling her is also putting her in danger. What if you have to go into hiding Liv? Have you thought about that? This threat against you is huge.”

“I know that!”

“Okay then tell her. Please don't be stubborn. I didn't listen to you all those years ago and look what happened. I lost years of my life hiding and being someone else. I got lucky when I got to tell you goodbye. You may not have that luck.”

“I know. I know. I'll tell her.”

Alex sighs wrapping her arms around Olivia. “I can't lose you Liv.”

“You won't. I promise Al,” she says hugging the blonde tight in her arms and sharing tears.

Wrapped up in their little world they miss your shadow lingering by the door as tears fall heavily from your eyes.

#olivia benson x reader #alex cabot x reader #lgbtq #wlw #law and order svu #fiction #writing #television #law and order x reader #stephanie march #smut and fluff #age difference #angst #sex on the brain #rated m #mariska hartigay #bd/sm pet #three women #poly representation

[augment-techs]

What Your Favorite Boom! Comics PR Ship Says About You

Jason/Trini: That issue cover with them kissing full on the mouth wearing each others colors has been your screensaver at some point in the recent past. Jason/Kim: You don’t understand why Kim ever fell for Tommy when Jason was right there. Kim/Matt: You still retain some affection for Matt from his GGPR early days and were one of the few people that actually felt bad when he died in Shattered Grid. Also, chances are, you remember that Dear, John Letter episode from the live series and think he’s the guy. Zack/Trini: You believe that the Power Rangers: Pink series is better than anything going on in the current continuity and, truth be told, this is actually pretty healthy as future scenarios with these two go. Trini/Kim: You believe in the inherent eroticism of two powerful young women having the greatest lesbian power dynamic of all time. Billy/Jason: I can’t prove that you have a blog of fanart in different fandoms that revolve around short boys/tall boys or smart kids/jocks, but I can say it is a distinct possibility. Jason/Tommy: You don’t understand why Tommy ever fell for Kim when Jason was right there. Tommy/Kim: You are a sucker for first love stories and cried your fucking eyes out at the beginning of Shattered Grid when they were gonna kiss and Tommy got stabbed in the back. Bulk/Skull: You are a firm believer in Best Friends to Soulmates and The One Person You Can Count On. They didn’t create the Those Two Guys Trope by chance and you see the inherent queerness in their existence. Skull/Candice (aka Zelya of Eltar): You are a closet masochist who knew what you were getting into liking this pairing, and was so pissed when you realized the writer lied about his planned ending with them; one page WAS NOT ENOUGH. Zelya/Kim: Lesbian flirting through nick-names. Enough said. Zack/Trini/Jason: Let’s all be honest, they’re all super queer and needed to be away from home to fully realize just how hot they all are. You’re praying that their getting a sentient alien tiger that they all respect and take care of means that their “moving in” together actually means something. Aisha/Rocky/Adam: You are a firm believer in the Rule of Three and Childhood Friends to Lovers. Rocky/Adam: You aren’t saying there’s anything wrong with how much these two touch or end up in close proximity, but they are totally gay and Adam needs something better than being hit on by an alien that tried to help take over the planet who is at LEAST a hundred years too old for him. Rocky/Matt: You love the jock/himbo aesthetic; if you need proof, please remember that most times they interact? They’re usually sweaty and talking about sports. Aisha/Kim: Same thing as Trini/Kim, except you also have a kink for power imbalance and rookie vs veteran dynamic. Kim/Skull: You loved that one issue in GGPR where Kim was trying to get over Matt and Skull proved to be an absolute gentleman when it counts. Or you possibly carried over your preferences from the original series. Whatever you like to tell yourself. Bulk/Jason: You love when two hot heads with issues who present as Tops are actually a Bottom and Switch with WAY more in common than not. Jason/Lauren Shiba: You are totally okay with two damaged people finding solace in each other on the brink of total destruction. But... *KNOCK KNOCK* FBI, OPEN UP! Jen Scotts/Kim: You have a fetish for brunettes that could stomp you to the ground and radiate pure bisexual icon energy through any situation. Coinless Bulk/Ranger Slayer Kim: You believe in the course of true love being found through trauma and unwilling betrayal and one person in the whole world believing that you deserve forgiveness. Or you just like character growth bringing two people together. Black Sentry Adam/Scorpina: You just love the idea of SOFT! MEN! GETTING! PEGGED! Black Sentry Adam/Coinless Spy Skull: You didn’t want their lives in Drakkon’s palace to be completely devoid of affection. Which is fair. Zordon/Rita: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of two enemies still somehow trusting the other after all they’ve put the other through. Or you have major, major daddy issues. Rita/Zedd: You didn’t see anything problematic about the original series in that Rita basically drugged and date raped a guy to make him tolerable. You also saw no problem in this backfiring on both parties involved after the Z-Wave and hope the comics continue in this vein. Zordon/Zedd (aka Zophram of Eltar): You have shipped Xavier/Magneto at some point in your life. Goldar/Scorpina: You read that one Annual where they basically had a date at the fair and refuse to think of them as heartless monsters ever again. And who could blame you? Grace/Terona: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of mutual trauma turning to romance--on the moon. Billy/Matt: You have a fetish for intellectuals taming and/or fixing hot head alpha males. Zack/Violet: It’s like the Lois-Clark-Superman dynamic, but in reverse. You’re totally okay with nothing happening until the last second. Skull/Billy: You just want good things for these childhood friends turned bully/victim turned hero/admirer. And really, who wouldn’t? Lord Drakkon/Anyone at ALL: *knock knock* FBI, OPEN UP!!

#boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #Shattered Grid #mighty morphin comics #go go power rangers comic #what your favorite ship says about you #Power Rangers 1969 #jason lee scott #tommy oliver #kimberly hart #trini #billy cranston #zack taylor #violet arias #candice clark | zelya #Lord Zedd | Zophram of Eltar #Zordon of Eltar #Rita Repulsa #goldar #scorpina #adam park #aisha campbell #rocky desantos #lord drakkon #Grace Sterling #Terona Washington #Matt Cook #Jen Scotts #Lauren Shiba

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

13 Days of AUs- The Thirteenth Day of Christmas: An IzuOcha AU

Summary: On the 13 days of Christmas, Music gave to me… 13 different POTSOD AUs! Each contains a different pairing and different plots but within: a collection of plot line that will appear in the main series… though have fun figuring them out! (Including a few pairings that will appear~)

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   A man knelt in front of a door, trying to pick the lock as his comrades guarded him, one holding up a fireball and another holding a sharp piece of bone.

 “Come on, dude,” muttered the fire holder. “The Nebula is around this area.”

 “Uravity and Circumpolar won’t check out a stupid store this late,” the bone wielder said. “Calm down.”

 “Yeah, we’re in the clear.” the lock picker said. “Besides, it’s almost nighttime. Those two are usually daylight heroes, not twilight.” 

 “Oh, I dunno.” a feminine voice said. “We dabble.” A black tentacle came out of nowhere to grab the fire holder, yanking him away. Said tentacle came from a woman in a green jumpsuit with her hair in a long braid. She threw the man into a wall, smiling darkly. 

 “Often,” a new voice above the group said. The two awake men looked up to see a brunette floating above them, dressed in a pink, white and blue space-themed suit. She smiled just as darkly as the other woman. 

 “Mother fucker,” the bone wielder said right before the two women fell upon their prey.

 It took barely a minute, and then the three criminals were all in handcuffs, the two heroines waiting for the police.

 “Hey babe,” Uraraka Ochako, the pro-hero Uravity, began as she turned to her wife, “are we seeing your father next week or the week after?”

 “Week after.” Uraraka Izumi replied as she fiddled with her work phone. “Your parents are visiting after, remember?”

 “I do; I couldn’t quite remember when. I got tapped for a rescue mission next week, which concerned me. Your father made his demands clear.” Ochako said.

 “Contact with his daughter and her soulmate, along with their children, three times a year, or he breaks out.” Izumi agreed. 

 “Oh fuck I forgot your dad was a triple S.” said the lock picker. “Fuck do you have an account on the villain server?”

 “I’ll never tell,” Izumi answered, smirking at the man who pouted. The police showed up, and after a brief conversation, the two women left. Ochako pulled out her phone to check messages.

 “Well, we’re done for the night. According to Hitoshi, the kids are in bed, but Tomoe is sighing dramatically over her girlfriend while also having a study session.” Ochako laughed. “Hina is loving her position in Otheon.”

 “No doubt. Rody texted me last week saying that Hina already proved herself when she told some assholes that soulmates have to work like any other couple and ‘not having a special mark that glows like a glow stick’ doesn’t make you a bad person.” Izumi shook her head. “Lala latched on like a barnacle.”

 “Heh,” Ochako shook her head. “I remember being so jealous of Rody when you first started talking to him after the sports festival. I knew you loved having another teen parent to chat with, but damn I felt left out. Now you two gossip and discuss kids. How is Lala’s new treatment?” Ochako looked at her wife in worry.

 “Good. They think they can reverse most of the brain damage thanks to that new doctor, so instead of being mentally six but stuck in the body of a twenty-year-old, she could age up in a way.” Izumi frowned. “I don’t know if I’m explaining it right. Also, Ochako, I love you.” Izumi reached out to grasp her wife’s hand. Both were wearing gloves, but upon touching, a bright light came from their joining. “Rody didn’t cross my mind after your met Tomoe and accepted her.” Ochako smiled at Izumi and leaned forward to kiss her, the two tall women lingering in the action. Ochako reached up to cup the back of Izumi’s head.

 “I love you so much,” Ochako said softly. “And admittedly, I’m not jealous anymore. We’ve been together since we were sixteen, and we’re thirty now.” 

 “We made our soulmate story work,” Izumi agreed. They had one more kiss before walking back to their agency, holding hands still. 

 Reaching the agency, the two wordlessly agreed to shove paperwork off until the next day before changing into their street clothes to head home. However, as they did, Ochako checked her phone.

 “Izumi,” Ochako announced. 

 “Yeah?”

 “Hitoshi says something is wrong with Tomoe.” 

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 The Uraraka family lived in a small house about an hour's train ride from their agency. With Izumi, though, the time was cut down to five minutes, the green-haired woman throwing open the door. 

 “Izumi, Ochako!” Hitoshi said. The purple-haired man was the babysitter for the night and a long-standing friend of theirs. He grimaced upon seeing their worried faces, his scars twisting on his face. “She threw her study session out, refused to listen to them begging for her to talk and then locked herself in her room. I don’t know what’s going on.”

 “Thanks, Hitoshi. Say hi to Tsu for us,” Izumi said distractedly before running up the stairs with her wife. Hitoshi had a key, along with his with Tsu. It would be okay.

 Their younger children’s doors were closed, Kimiko and Kiku’s flower name plates shining in the hallway light. Ren’s dragon plate looked a bit dirty, and Izumi noted to clean it, but her focus was on the door with no plate: Tomoe’s room.

 Izumi went and knocked on it as soon as she reached the door. Ochako hovered next to her.

 “Go away, Uncle!” Their daughter’s voice said.

  “It’s not Hitoshi, baby,” Izumi said. “Can we come in?”

 “NO!” Tomoe shouted before she stopped. “I’m sorry, I don’t….”

 “It’s okay, honey. Emotions are healthy, but baby… are you okay?”

 “… no. Come in, please?” Izumi opened the door. Tomoe sat on her bed, looking miserable. With her two-toned skin covered in stitches and her button eyes, she didn’t have the usual way for people to tell if she was crying. But her parents could tell. 

 “What’s wrong?” Ochako asked in worry, going to sit on the bed. Given her bright pink sweater, she looked a bit silly in Tomoe’s black room with red lights. The teenager didn’t seem to care as she turned to bury her face into her mother’s neck.

 “My love life is over!” The teenager wailed. The parents traded confused looks.

 “Did… Hina break up with you?” Izumi asked. If the girl broke up over text, I’ll skin her, Izumi thought. That’s low and disgusting. 

 “No! It’s Muira Junko! She’s my soulmate!” Tomoe sobbed. “We touched hands during our session and lit up. She was so happy, and I just… I kicked them out. I said I was with Hina, but Muira and Kimura began talking about soulmates being perfect together and that I should break up. Sato also said she knew her brother left his girlfriend for his soulmate, and I know uncle Rikkido did cause he’s with auntie Kyouka! And she’s his soulmate! And I know Ma broke up with her boyfriend to be with Mama!”

 “… honey, I didn’t have a boyfriend,” Izumi said in confusion. Tomoe paused in her sobbing to pull her face away from her other mother.

 “Huh? I found articles saying you were. And Muira sent more…” the teenager looked at her phone warily. It vibrated on her desk violently.

 “Yeah, I mean… kiddo, you know my story. I was a traumatized teenager being raised by an emotionally abusive mother while trying to raise a toddler. I had no time for dating. Who did it say I was dating anyway?” Izumi asked.

 “Well, there were two names, but it had so much evidence, so I figured one had to be true, and now I’m realizing I messed up.” Tomoe frowned. “Either someone named Bakugou or Todoroki.”

 “Ah,” Izumi said, pausing. “Wow, I haven’t heard those names in a while.”

 “Me either,” Ochako said. “Not after Bakugou was expelled and Todoroki moved to Europe.”

 “Huh?” Tomoe asked, looking between them.

 “Bakugou was an old bully of mine, Tomoe,” Izumi explained. “We grew up together, and he was convinced we had some fairytale romance story about loving each other and defying fate. He was markless, so he figured it meant I was his because he couldn’t see any other reason a Quirkless girl was around.” She rolled her eyes. 

 “And Todoroki…” Ochako began slowly. “He was a friend. Sort of. He was very anti-soulmate, and it was obvious from all corners that he had a thing for your mom. But he also didn’t go after her for some reason and got mad when we ended up together.”

 “He didn’t go after me as you say because his dad is a bastard who wanted him to marry me for strong Quirk babies,” Izumi replied. “He had this huge speech about denying his father and that he was sorry. I think he thought I liked him back, which honestly wasn’t true. His issues weren’t ones I wanted to deal with.”

 “And he was anti-soulmate?” Tomoe asked, lost.

 “His parents were soulmates. His father abused his entire family, so he became convinced that all soulmates would end up abusive and cruel. He kept seeing these examples, more so when his older brother abused his soulmate as well,” Izumi told Tomoe.  “He pushed this logic on your Mama and me.” 

 “He wasn’t bad, just terribly socialized and traumatized.” Ochako agreed. “As for your uncle Rikkido and aunt Kyouka: your uncle’s girlfriend was abusive, and your aunt helped him get out. Them being soulmates didn’t matter.”

 “The timeline is wrong too. Rikkido met Kyouka first, but they weren’t into each other and then he dated his ex.” Izumi told her daughter. 

 “But they still got together,” Tomoe said in worry.

 “Your uncle Hitoshi and aunt Tsu aren’t soulmates,” Ochako told her daughter.

 “Uncle Hitoshi’s soulmate is a villain, and aunt Tsu’s is dead,” Tomoe said.

 “Bad example. Your aunts Mei and Melissa aren’t.” Izumi pointed out. “Nor is your uncle Denki and aunt Momo.” 

“Really? But their marks….” Tomoe looked at her hand where her former black soul mark now was a light green, showing it to be activated.

 “Momo is soulmates with Melissa, but they don’t like each other like that, and Denki’s soulmate was a girl from class B in our high school years who wasn’t compatible either,” Izumi explained. “And Mei was already with Melissa when she met her soulmate, so she didn’t leave her.”

 “I never knew that… but you two got together right away, right?” Tomoe asked her mothers.

 “No, actually,” Izumi told her daughter. “We fell for each other over time and had feelings by our first sports festival but didn’t get together until after our training camp and the attack.” 

 “… I forgot how crazy your guys’ first year was,” Tomoe said in awe. She looked at her mother curiously. “I don’t think you ever told me the full story.”

 “Probably not. Some of it isn’t that appropriate for kids.” Izumi mused. 

 “Not all of it was bad,” voiced Ochako. “It was just very intense. I do think we fell in love faster due to it, though.” 

 “And not because you were soulmates?” Tomoe asked.

 “Oh, baby, no. Did it help? Yes. But you hate Muira. I’ve heard more complaints about her than your teacher, and you got Snipe.” Izumi told her daughter. 

 “I like great-uncle Snipe,” Tomoe said. 

 “He makes you run until you puke when you call him that,” Izumi reminded her daughter, who just smirked. Ochako laughed, hugging the teenager. 

 “Snipe is Aizawa-Sensei on crack and with less interest in trying to nap when he can in exchange for figuring ways out to torment his children,” Ochako said wisely. Izumi nodded, shuddering at the same time. 

 “I like him. And Grandpa was a terror teacher?” Tomoe asked.

 “Oh, he was,” Izumi laughed. Ochako made a face, completely agreeing. 

 “… so Muira being my soulmate doesn’t mean I’ll be with her, and I can keep hating her 'cause she’s a bitch?” Tomoe asked.

 “Go right ahead, honey,” Izumi said. Tomoe looked relieved, leaning on Ochako.

 “… moms, can you tell me about your school years now?” Tomoe asked. “I’m curious. And I wanna hear your romance.” The adults looked at one another before Izumi smiled.

 “Well, how I became a hero, which really is the story, starts a lot further back than high school.” Izumi began, smiling at her daughter, who cautiously smiled back.

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Notes:

MERRY CHRISTMAS

-This AU is just a soulmate one with some drama in it. Soulmates don’t always tend to marry but it is still an expected thing kinda like heterosexuality or ‘giving the guy asking you out a chance’.  

-Circumpolar: Denotes an object near a celestial pole that never dips below the horizon as Earth rotates and thus does not rise or set.

I thought that for Izumi, this would be kind of poetic? She isn’t rising or setting, she’s on the same level as anyone else.

-Muira is a fangirl of Izumi and Ochako who are often called the Nebula. She’s also a bit of a snobby teenager who thinks Tomoe has a ‘villain like’ Quirk and tends to sneer at her when Tomoe kicks ass. 

-Not having a mark isn’t a bad thing. There’s a history of discrimination but in modern times no one cares. 

-yes, Endeavour and Rei are soulmates and due to this Todoroki became anti-soulmate. Later he found out his soulmate was a villain (Toga actually) and this just cemented his feelings about it. He did have a thing for Izumi but the above happened. And yeah he got MAD about her and Ochako. It made no sense and he got better but it kinda destroyed their friendship.

-Also in this AU, Touya never became Dabi as he met Hawks early, and they are soulmates so the Commission muscled in on it. But Touya didn’t fall to far from the tree in this AU.

Kids:

Kimiko- eldest of their younger kids at age 8. Has Uraraka’s gravity Quirk. Is a girl.

Kiku- age 6. Has a strange mashup of her grandmother Inko’s Quirk and her mother’s gravity one in which she can affect the gravity of small objects around her. Girl.

Ren- age 4. Has no signs of a Quirk yet. Girl.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #fem midoriya izuku #izuocha #pulling on the strings of destiny #13 days of aus #soulmate u

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OCTOBER 7TH HORROR WATCH

The Lure (2015)

I missed this one at a film festival when it first came out and that was apparently quite a while ago

And were in. Siren song.

Help us on shore, we won't eat you. Totes swear

Does not work on women.

Another song, synth pop is this euro synth pop?

Is this European healthcare???

Your boss says to your face go home if you have a cold, don't spread it around???

Is this how normal people live???

Grappa?

Send the minors home?

Strip the minors

They are Barbie doll smooth with no booty cracks

Hypersexualizing the juveniles without sex organs

Oh no wait they have found them and are molesting them great👍

The boys on the beach are band members for this strip??? Bar?? It's like drag club

Okay

Now the girls are suffocating on the floor after being molested

Tossed into the pool, which I'm guessing is not salt water

Golden & silver

But the pool helped

The casual misogyny is....high

SA'd tossed like a rag doll

Ok full dance number in the mall with their advance

Shopping

And the song is like a sitcom , narrating the story

Close up cuts remain on their very black

Pupil-less very predatory eyes throughout

There are telepathically communicating and it sounds like dolphins and whales which is a nice touch

They are using sex (obvs they are sirens) to sell themselves but they i believe have already told people they are siblings so there's incesty vibes they are throwing out

One of the girls has already taken a shine to a boy fingers crossed he dies a grisly death

Ritual hump, kneeing in the buttocks for luck???

Equally opportunity dry humping of all employees

Don't touch me 🤣 the older sister

They are singing obviously in the night club???

Seriously it's a bar, there's a full restaurant, it's a strip club, it's got a house band, it looks like a drag joint

What would these be called in Poland?

Okay the girls jumped in the giant fish bowl for the grand finale

Not only is kissing a band member on stage bad for business

Aren't you going to eat him later??

I think silver is the young red and gold is the older brunette

The young women course are slender in the model drug addict prepubescent aesthetic

Um is this a forth wall explanation song or do they literally have hypnosis powers

Finally some teeth

She's lementing her desires presumably to eat humans

This can be read as victim blamey young girls know what they are doing thing tbd on that once we finish the film

Gold did straight up hypnotise some guy

Missed w what silver saw through the peep hole

Somebody giving silver a cigarette and offering a vagina???

Obviously fish aren't smokers nor are singers

Direct reference to the little mermaid???

Who's this guy they keep flashing to?

Removed the belly button too but kept the boobs? I mean male gaze but the mammalian parts?? Like boobs are

Um do mermaid scales grant wishes in polish lore??

Good guy won't fuck but will accept head??

The duo name is officially the lure

Peak stardom

They are making out for the crowd i will take this time to remind you they are sisters

Crowds officially enthralled

Another eye shot but ... They didn't look inhuman?

Head of talent is equal opportunity kissing the band

Finally the guy in person

Two hooks to the head

Look now the fishman is also being creepy

Was that lost in translation? Why would he marry someone tonight?

This underwater patriarchy thing is ridiculous mermaids are matriarchal

The poleesuh

Are onto her

And hopscotch dance number cops and robbers

Charlies angels

I will restate for the record i do not understand camp...like AT ALL

Now she's sleeping with the cop

Very camp lesbian mermaid scene

Former top singer is fantasizing about mermaid girls who already slept with the guy she is sleeping with and also the band kid???

In case it was unclear this is a full musical there are more songs than dialogue and several dance numbers

The "sexualization" of them men suck as it is is done in a comedic manner

Silver is asking about being a real girl, doing fun human stuff and the older band/club people said no you should continue to do slave labor we will take your money and no roller skating for you

Mermaid fight, turned into collaboration dance song?

Two punches

Casual violence against women but also that a human could ko a mermaid is nuts

Rolled up into carpets

Tossed back into the ocean

Law and order SVU

And not the young one fights the old one because his lil fish not really girlfriend is in the sea

The older woman breaks it up and is ALSO punched in the face and also ko'd

Very casual violence against women yet none of them can fight

Even if the mermaids eat every single man in the tri-city area it won't compensate for all the casual/ norminilization of misogyny & violence against women

They ate somebody

She's IVing the young man, he got beat that bad?

And the old guy has diabetes

So they are all modern dancing? Their pains??

But fine for the next show

She came back and bit off the finger of the guy who punched them

He hit them square in the face without emotion as a tactical decision and they were out then in rugs we didn't get any emotional response

The main whines and golden looks on with an evil grin

Mens violence against women is casual regular and normal , unemotional logical

Women's violence against men is unexpected unnecessarily cruel and vindictive

Then to drive that home thru go join the rival mermaid band???

It's especially evil because now they are in a playboy bunny photoshoot??

Triton is the bad merman name

Silver is going to cut her tail off to get a pussy 😮‍💨

She will of course lose her voice

Pussy transplant

Who's that's dismembered girl next to her??

Who cares??

Also shes doing it without anesthesia

Oh this human girl is alive and getting a mermaid tale?

Is it a girl power trade 🥺🥺 these women being dismembered by men without anesthesia?

Didn't even really see if the girl got her tail she was also naked too no surgical gown

Wheel chair

Boy is very excited about her new vagina

Didn't like the fishy one

Oh she looks like shes having fun with the zero foreplay and the pained expression

A whole entire slasher level of blood because

What am i to make of this ? Band boy has inhuman sized cock?

Vagina donor has never had sex and vagina will spurt blood during what eas otherwise seen as tame pg13 level thrusts?

Sex is inherently violent to women as shes bad for wanting to get laid and nows shes bleeding and if you want sex you will die of blood loss

Literally what's the takeaway here for this scene???

She has lost her voice

Gold is standing by her sister

Band boy has already moved on after what would be a gratuitous amount of blood for a brutal r@pe scene let alone a virginity loss

He immediately tossed her scale away

At least he's not a cheater?

Yea they're marrying

White suit and white dress

After a make out session

Hours after that bloody show and less than 24hrs out from her leg/pussy surgery

She's not seafoam

Okay she has to eat him before sunrise

I've neglected to mention everyone is drunk or high this entire film

Inviting her to the wedding is wild, i think this is literally the same day

Now they are dancing

Peak male ego

Dance with the girl you just forced to have surgery with violated and dumped

Ah men

And shes going to turn into seafoam for him

Because women love abuse

Embracing the abuse

Sis sees the whole thing and is of course overly emotional and murders him

Because women who accept/ embrace abuse are sweet and content to die at the hands of men and women who are not are shrieking violent hags with no emotional regulatory skills

She jumps in the water

Fin

Well I definitely should have watched this earlier now I need a pallet cleanser for this buffet of misogyny

#graywatchhorror23 #the lure