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rainylana · 2 years

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“Gimme kiss.”

Eddie Munson x fem reader

summary: you suck eddie’s dick in the nurses office.

warnings: smut, oral sex male receiving, face fucking, let’s be honest eddie wouldn’t last long and will die on this hill, language, playful mentions of spanking, mentions of fighting and blood, lil bit of angst. requested by @itiscj i always love your requests!!

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“Come on, y/n, don’t be mad.” Eddie huffed, teasing you playfully as you dragged him by the hand down the empty halls of the school. “He asked for it!”

“I’m not mad.” You shook your head, refusing to look at him as you turned down a corridor. “I’m just irritated.”

“I’m pretty sure that still counts as being mad.” He leaned in towards you, face bloodied and slightly bruised.

School had let out, but before he could leave to take you home, Jason had smarted off about the fact you were both a couple. While you didn’t mind it so much anymore, Eddie didn’t take it. Besides, he loved getting beat up, it seemed. “Where the hell you taking me?” He looked around to see if anyone was still around.

“To the nurses office.” You grumbled, pulling him along as he skidded his feet. “I’m out of bandaids at home. I’m going through boxes by the boat load, Eddie.”

He sighed, coming to a slower walk when you approached the nurses office. “Sorry.”

There was nobody in there, luckily. Besides, nobody used the east side nurses station as much, so you knew you wouldn’t be interrupted. “Come on.” You pulled him in, closing the door and flicking on the bright, illuminating light. Eddie squinted at the dull throb in his temple, lowering himself down on the bed against the wall. His black jeans matched with his black Metallica shirt. He usually tended to go with black since he spilled so much blood these days. He pushed his hair back and groaned, crusted blood along his cupid bow that had leaked from his nose.

He flexed his bruised knuckles, giving you a glance as you rummaged through the cabinet. He could tell you weren’t very happy with him.

“Hey, y/n, I’m sorry.” He looked up at your back from hooded eyes, fiddling ringed, cracked fingers together.

“Not you’re not.” You said matter of factly, closing the cabinet door with a first aid kit in hand. You lowered yourself down to your knees in front of him, sitting between his legs as he kicked out his feet to make room for you. “You say that every time and you’re not sorry.”

He swallowed awkwardly, watching as you rummaged through the kit. “Babe, come on, that’s not fair. I’m not just gonna stand there and let him talk about you like that.”

“Eddie, it doesn’t bother me.” You sighed, tearing open some medical gauze as you looked up to him with softly pleading, yet annoyed eyes.

“Well, it bothers me.” He said more seriously, his curls slightly damp from sweating. Really, he was filthy. “That fucking prick needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.”

You threw the trash over your shoulder, sitting up taller on your knees so you could reach his face. “Fine. Do whatever you want.” You said not so lovingly. You grabbed his chin with a hard grip that made him wince, bringing him close to you so you could dab away the blood under his nose. His top lip was swollen slightly, a tiny purple bruise along his cupid’s bow. His face was pale, the blood along his mouth staining some of his teeth. He was hot and wanted to take his shirt off, but he didn’t dare stop and interrupt you. Not if he wanted to sleep on the couch for the next week.

He winced and squeezed his eyes shut as you cleaned his minor wound, spending extra time on a cut on his cheek. He must of gotten it from Jason’s class ring, or maybe his watch. “You know I really hate the silent treatment, doll face.”

You cringed, pursing your lips. “God- don’t call me that. I hate that.”

He chuckled, holding his stomach with a bloodied hand, wincing as he laughed breathily. “I don’t know why. I think it’s kinda cute.”

“Happy to hear.” You said begrudgingly, leaning back to examine his face. You ignored his puppy dog eyes. “Jesus, your lip is all busted up, Eddie.” You stressed, placing a hand on his knee. “i just- fuck, I can’t believe you.”

You snatched the first aid kit and sat down on your bottom, sitting cross legged as you took his hand in yours, taking the antiseptic wipe to start on his knuckles.

“How bout I take you to dinner tonight, huh?” He tried to cheer you up. “Anywhere you like. Or a movie? Come on, y/n, I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you, Eddie.” You strained, stopping your work. “I’m upset.”

He licked his lips at the tension, shifting awkwardly as he sighed. “It’s not like I’m going to the hospital every week.” He smirked. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not the point.” You dismissed his little smirk, making him drop it immediately. “The point is I’m tired of seeing you hurt all the time. Is that so damn hard to understand? Is it really that complicated for it to bother me to see you fighting? I hate it.” You said with a hard, firm expression that made him recoil slightly, lips parting.

You almost looked sad when you went back down to his other set of knuckles. He leaned over with an internal wince and hooked an arm over your back, trapping you between his legs as he buried his face in the top of your head. You paused, furrowing your brow. “What are you doing?”

“Hugging you.” He muffled, rubbing your back up and down. “I don’t like when we fight.”

You rolled your eyes lightly, allowing a tiny smirk to pull at your lip. “We’re not fighting, Eddie. We’re having a discussion. There’s a difference.”

“Doesn’t seem like much of one.” He pulled you in until your face squished into his shirt, making you giggle against his chest.

“Come on, let me finish cleaning you up.” You softly pushed yourself away from his embrace, looking up to him with a smile that made him feel so much better, and you took his other bloodied knuckles in hand.

“Gimme kiss.” He poked his head down and his curls brushed and tickled your jaw. You craned your neck up, lifting slightly to give him a peck on the lips.

He leaned back against the wall and allowed you to clean the cuts on his hand, spending careful time to disinfect the tiny wounds before placing a bandage on them. His eyes fluttered open and close at the burn in his palms, and you spent extra time massaging his wrist as you investigated faded scars and old bruises from past fights. You didn’t get why he involved himself in fights so much. It was like he purposely went out looking for trouble. You knew he dealt with insecurities, so deep down you thought that maybe had something to do with it. Eddie was so, so complicated.

You watched him as his eyes stayed closed, chest falling in steady rhythm as you rubbed at his hands, giving his bandaged cuts small kisses. Was it an incredibly inappropriate time for you to be turned on? Because you were. He looked so…dirty. Okay, maybe that was gross, but it was totally getting to you. You were literally on your knees in between his legs, and you couldn’t help but ogle the bulge beneath his belt. Slowly, your hand went to his ankle, softly rubbing up and down as you went higher and higher, kissing his jean clad knee.

When you got to his thighs, you looked up to see him staring at you. “Whatcha doing?” He smirked.

You laid your chin on his knee, looking up to him through your lashes, arms stretched out against his thighs. “Is it completely inappropriate that I want to suck you off in here?”

His brows raised ever so slightly. “It’s never inappropriate, honey.” He shook his head, making you smirk.

“Take your pants off.” You sat up.

He eagerly flipped open his belt, giving you a soldiers nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

You curled your fingers around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you heavily, his hands fumbling with his belt buckle. You could taste the blood against his teeth as your tongue fucked his, your saliva mixing with his as he pushed his jeans bellow his hips with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free.

He groaned deeply in your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him gently. He broke apart the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, tensing when your thumb circled his tip. “Fuck.” He breathed, hands gripping the leathery material of the nurses bed.

“You’re not supposed to cuss in school.” You smirked, you sank down to fully sit on your knees, pushing your hair over your shoulder.

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned back on his hands, hips twitching when you looked so innocently up at him. “You gonna give me a spanking?” He teased seductively, making you giggle as he did the same. He went to say something else, but gasped when you wrapped your plump lips around his tip, pushing him into your mouth.

“Oh, shit.” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. You bobbed your head up and down his length, breathing your nose as the tip hit his pubic bone. He opened his eyes as he watched you blow him, jerking his hips when your tongue scraped a sensitive spot. “Mm, fuck, fuck-” He panted, looking up to the ceiling. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

You pulled away to spit on his tip, circling your tongue around the pink flesh that made him practically yelp. “Fuck- oh, fuck, I’m close.” He panted, the little kisses you were giving sending him closer and closer to the edge.

You smirked up at him and moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan. He scooted closer to the edge and grabbed the back of your head, making you gasp as he shoved his length into your mouth. He gripped the back of your hair and thrusted his hips repeatedly, his balls squishing against your cheeks as he bottomed out in your throat. You breathed through your nose, letting him have his way with you. You shamelessly rolled your hips against nothing.

“Oh, god,” He breathed, heavy pants and groans dripping in perspiration as he fucked your throat. “Shit, shit-” His stomach coiled together and he gave one more final thrust that sent him over the edge, spilling his seed down your throat. He panted like he had just sprinted a marathon, pulling out of you as he collapsed against the wall.

You smirked at him, wiping the corners of your mouth as his salty cum coated your tongue. “Next time let’s do it on the principles desk.”

He gulped, opening his lovestruck eyes down at you. “And just like that I’m hard again.”

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buckysh0e · 7 months

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I Want More

Requested!

oh perfect girly can i request a jj maybank imagine a smut one where jj and i are best friends and he has feelings for me and we go in the house and he kisses me and we have our first time doing different sex positions like hes on top and im on top a lot of kissing can it be smut/angst i love your blog page thanks girly xx🩵🫶🏻

@jeremiahxaesthetic hope you enjoy!!

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: SOFT!JJ || Smut|| best friends to lovers || a lil bit of sub JJ || kissing(obvi) || a bit of angst at the end || mentions of the nickname princess

Summary: Being best friends with JJ ever since you were kids, but things change between the two of you

You had just gotten home from a long day of hanging out with Sarah Cameron, you’re family we’re kooks, but not you. You were a pouge and let’s just say people had their opinions.

You were sitting on the couch with some soft music playing in the background, you were about to doze off when knocks on the front door made you jolt awake.

Getting up to answer the door and being greeted by the most adorable smiles from the one and only JJ maybank. You’re best friend.

“JJ? Hey what’s up you okay?” You asked opening the door for the blonde male to come inside “yeah yeah everything is good, great now actually” JJ replied and gave one of his famous grins that make the ladies swoon, especially you.

You and JJ have been best friends ever since the first grade, the two of you were practically attached to the hip and that didn’t change even in high school, but over the years you started to see JJ a little different, his hugs gave you butterflies, his smile made your heart beat faster and his flirty comments made you weak in the knees. You had developed a huge ass crush on JJ maybank.

You smiled at the blonde in front of you “really? You weren’t good before?” You asked and sat down on the couch while JJ went to grab a beer from the fridge “well of course but being with you just made this 1000 times better” he said as he walked over plopping down beside you and turning his body to face you.

“So there’s a party at the beach tonight, you comin?” JJ asked and you shrugged “I dunno I might stay in” you replied and played with the Bracelet JJ had given you for your 14th birthday. “Fine guess I’m staying in to then” JJ said and put his arm around your shoulder pulling you in closer so you were practically snuggled into his side.

“You? JJ maybank? Stay home from a party? Are you okay? Are you sick?!” You looked at him causing the blonde male to smile “no there’s no point going to a party if you won’t be there” JJ replied looking at you and his eyes glancing down at your lips every so often.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you could practically feel the smirk on JJ’s lips.

The two of you stared at each other a little longer than expected, you noticed JJ moving closer, his face only inches from yours ‘was this happening?’ You thought to yourself, “what happening to no pouge on pouge macking” you whispered as JJ rested his head against yours “screw that rule” before you knew it his lips were on yours.

You kissed him back immediately, everything was falling into place, JJ’s arms snaked around your waist pulling you into his lap, your hands found their way into his messy hair as the two of you made out.

JJ’s hands roamed up your sides and hips before moving to your ass, you moved/grinded in his lap causing a groan to escape his lips “god….do you know what you do to me princess? Being around you everyday? Having to fight the urge not to bend you over the damn boat and fuck your brains out?” He said as he pulled back from the kiss “I want you…I need you” he begged, JJ maybank begged for you and you knew this guy to never beg but here he was holding you on top of him begging to have his way with you, how could you say no to the guy you’ve loved for years.

Clothes were scattered across the living room floor, thank god you had the house to yourself for a week.

JJ’s head was between your thighs eating you out like a starved man, your hands were in his hair pulling and gripping at it as his tongue pressed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you.

“Gonna cum princess?” JJ asked kissing your inner thighs “I can feel you squeezing my fingers” I smirked as he thrusted his fingers into you fast “fuck please Jayj” you whined bucking your hips into his hand “come on princess cum for me, I want it” he groaned as he went back down sucking on your bundle of nerves as he finger fucked your cunt.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to come, you arched your back and let out a loud moan as you came around JJ’s fingers, the man before you smirked as he removed his fingers, he watched you as he licked them clean “god….sweet as ever” he moved forward pressing his lips against yours which you gladly kissing him back.

JJ pulled back “I want you to ride me” you looked at him and smiled “please..I wanna feel you around me princess, please” he begged again “whatever you want..I’ll give it” you whispered before pushing JJ to sit up straight before you climbed into his lap hovering above his throbbing “you want me to fuck you jayj?” You asked wanting to tease him a bit, JJ gripped you hips “yes…yes please I want it” you couldn’t help but grow more turned on by his begging.

You positioned yourself and lowered yourself onto his cock, the two of you moaned softly, you began moving up and down as JJ pressed kissing onto your neck and chest leaving very visible hickeys, not that you cared anyway.

You picked up the pace bouncing yourself up and down and feeling the knot in your stomach from, JJ’s moans alone could make you cum on the spot “princess….fucckkk I love you..I love you” JJ said into your neck as he nuzzled into you, you didn’t expect him to come out and just openly say those three words “I’ve always loved you..hell I’m crazy about you…I want my world to be about you” JJ said moving his head to look at you.

Your heart melted at his confession so you cupped his cheeks “JJ….I love you too” you said rubbing your thumbs against his cheek bones “I’ve always loved you” you said as a smile broke out on your face and the same for JJ “thank fucking god” he said and lifted you up and laid your back against the couch before entering you again.

JJ thrusted like a mad man, he held your waist as he fucked himself into you, you were taken back but god you loved it “Jayj…fuck! I’m gonna cum again please..please don’t stop” you begged as you dug your nails into his back “yeah? Wanna cum for me? Wanna be a good girl and cum?” JJ asked continuing his fast hard thrusts into you, your walls tightened around him “fuuckkkkk that’s is…cum with me yeah?” He looked at you with such love.

You nodded and held onto JJ as he thrusted faster into you you babbled his name on repeat till both your orgasms approached, you arched your back letting out a loud moan as you came around JJ’s cock, feeling him cum as well making him pant and lay his head in the crook of your neck.

Thank god for the pill

JJ waited a bit before pulling out of you, and cuddling into you, he kept his arms around your waist as you massaged his head.

The two of you stayed like that for a while using one of the couch blankets to cover them, JJ lifted his head to look at you “I meant what I said….I really do love you princess…hell I was afraid that you wouldn’t love me back..” he mumbled looking away for a moment “since knowing my family background..” he added “JJ….I don’t care where you come from or your background…I have loved you since 1st grade..and I’ve been waiting for the day you’d say you love me too” you said cupping his cheeks “well….I have loved you since the moment I met you..your entire existence made me love you” JJ said looking at you “I’m utterly in love with you” JJ said and I smiled stupidly “and I love you too JJ maybank..forever and always”.

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks smut

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Pink Scarf - Part 19 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: References to sex. Continued ANGST. Medication/drug use/overdose mentions. Dub con mentions(sort of?). Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Thank you for your patience, my beautiful lil mamas, Part 19 is finally here! We are back in Reader's headspace, and lordy, oh lordy, it's A LOT...just remember, I DID warn and promise y'all pain before a happy ending. And the end is coming soon. 😭 I know, babies, I know. 💖

If you so desire, you should now have the ability to tip my blog or different chapters in the story! Some of you have been asking about this, and of course, no one is obligated to do so! If you do choose to tip, thank you so much! I've never had anyone want to pay for my work before, so this is a big step towards my romance novelist dreams. 💜

I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my AO3 account, as well as my NEW Wattpad account. so if you are so inclined, you can check it out/support me over there with kudos and votes and whatnot!)

Silence.

For the first time in over a week, you aren’t bombarded with images of the past or worries for the future as your subconscious desperately tries to guide you places you are not ready to go to yet. As you stir awake, you feel somewhat rested, peaceful almost. Your eyes flutter open and even though the room is dim, you still squint and hiss at the light that pierces through your eyes and seems to rocket through your head like a spear. You can’t help but groan a little at the pain behind your eyes.

The room is not familiar, however, which sets you on edge, that peacefulness of good sleep draining from you quickly. Frantically, you try to puzzle out where you are and how you got here but thinking sends a wave of nausea through you that you can’t ignore. You groan again at the feeling and crack your eyes open the slightest bit.

A man, first crouched in the uncomfortable looking chair he’s perched in, sits up ramrod straight at your movements. Despite the dark circles around his eyes, he’s a vision to behold. You know without a doubt he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, what with his high cheekbones, lusciously pouty lips, and chiseled jaw covered in what looks to be a day’s worth of dark stubble. Raven hair frames his face, thick sideburns curling at his ears and locks haphazard on his forehead. And those eyes, dear lord, those impossibly long, dark lashes rim his eyes. His eyes, which feel as deep and dark blue as the ocean itself, cut through the fog in your head, widening and looking over you with care and concern.

You know those soulful, familiar eyes anywhere.

Elvis.

You blink and the world starts to snap into focus. Through the pain and nausea, you take in your surroundings. The uncomfortable bed you’re in. The IV in your arm. The dreary paint on the walls. The smell of antiseptic.

The hospital. You are in the hospital.

This must be why Elvis looks positively distraught, his large hand now frantically grasping at yours on the bed. You swear he is shaking, steadied only once he touches you and a wave of relief falls over his handsome yet worried features.

“Y/n. Oh thank God, y/n,” he murmurs. “Are you okay? How do you feel? What do you remember?” he barrages you with questions that you aren’t sure you have the answers to yet, especially with the way your head is pounding so distractingly. For some reason, the whole scene suddenly strikes you as silly, what with the most famous man in the world looking at you so damn seriously. You can’t help yourself.

“Who…who are you?” you croak out quietly, your unused voice cracking.

The look on his face is priceless as he rolls through shock, terror, and dismay all at once. His face falls dramatically then and there is no way you can keep up the pretense because the little boy look that comes over him is just too much.

“Gotcha,” you chuckle, cracking a smile that suddenly makes your face feel like it’s on fire and making you regret your smile instantly.

“You little minx,” he growls, a relieved grin spreading over his face before he sees the pain on your face. “You’re hurtin’. Goddammit, I should’ve killed him…” he mutters heatedly under his breath.

It takes more than a moment to process what he is saying and connect that with the burning tightness of the left side of your face. You bring your hand up slowly, gingerly touching the unfamiliar swollen, hot flesh of your cheek. You can’t help but hiss at the painful sensation that runs over you when you do so.

You close your eyes, feeling Elvis’ heavy but comforting hand squeeze yours.

What in the hell happened?

Reaching back in your memory, you attempt to piece together why you are here, why you are in so much pain. Dread fills your heart as flashes of memory come at you:

Jack accosting you in the bathroom.

Losing his mind at seeing the hickies on your breast.

Him dragging you out and humiliating you in front of everyone.

Then…then…

Oh, god.

Jack did this. He hit you.

Your head falls back, and you cover your eyes with your free hand. A wave of shock, then a wave of deep sadness overcomes you. Hot tears spring to your eyes and spill down your cheeks and you don’t attempt to stop them. The salt of them stings the abrasions on your face.

How could he? How could he?

Sobs wrack your body, each one a pulse of pain through your head, shooting red-hot through you. You knew, you knew deep down it was over, but you never expected it to come to this. You never thought Jack had it in him to truly hurt you. But you are lying in a hospital bed, living proof that the man you once loved was truly gone.

And it feels devastating, yet also strangely relieving, in a way you could’ve never imagined.

“Oh, Satnin, baby. Oh, I’m so, so sorry,” Elvis whispers at you, clutching your hand, his concern evident but unsure.

The wave of devastation crashes over you, both the physical and psychic pain nearly unbearable as it throbs in your head. You feel utterly raw. Humiliated. Gutted. Guilty. Relieved. Furious.

The sudden image of slapping Jack’s face as he knelt bloody on the floor resonates through you, the sting still evident in your palm.

Elvis had almost killed Jack, blinded by a protective rage, you now remember. You’d stopped him.

Part of you wishes you hadn’t.

It all feels quite unreal yet simultaneously overwhelming, all these flashes of memory hitting you in rapid succession. And you know there are more troubling memories waiting in the wings, ready to knock you off your feet once again. You can sense them lingering at the edges of your mind, somehow closer than they have ever been but still just out of reach.

All at once you don’t feel strong enough to bear them.

Everybody knows, you suddenly realize. Your affair with Elvis was now out there for everyone to see, for everyone to judge. You open your tear-filled eyes to look at the beautiful man before you, the one you love so much it feels as though it might destroy you, because god knows you haven’t forgotten that. You cannot bring yourself to regret being with him, no matter if it led you to be here, broken and battered in a hospital bed in Las Vegas.

But something is not right. Something besides the obvious. And it’s right there, just out of view.

Your head hurts too much to dwell on it, however.

“I’m gonna take care of you baby,” Elvis finally says after what you realize is too many moments of silence. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

The way he says it so softly and with such righteous conviction strikes something within you. The clasp of his hand on yours is almost too tight, the look on his face both filled with remorse and determination. You know what he says is true—he will not leave you to face this alone.

Despite this, the uncomfortable elephant in the room lingers: you would not be here if not for Elvis, and you both know it.

But with the pain in your body and the ache in your heart, that is not a mountain you can begin to climb yet. There are too many unanswered questions that you need to figure out and this is not the time or place. So, you let Elvis hold your hand with that mournful look in his churning eyes and you try to heal.

“Watch your step, watch your step!” Elvis supports you gingerly, his strong arm holding you at the waist, as if just walking will shatter you into a thousand pieces.

“E, I’m okay. I promise I can walk on my own. It’s just one step,” you say, trying to keep the annoyance out of your tone. He’s been hovering as much as possible for the past two days you’ve been under observation at the hospital, only leaving when absolutely necessary to do his two shows a night. He sent the hospital staff into a tizzy with demands for your care while still managing to be charming and effusive to all the employees in a way that only he could get away with.

You’re not sure that he’s slept in the past few days, as he seems obsessed with making sure you are alright. Your pleas for him to go back to the hotel and get some rest fell on deaf ears. Hopefully, now that you’ll be in the hotel, he will relax a little.

While your face is healing, it is still covered in a nasty bruise, which you are reminded of every time Elvis looks at you because the wince that passes over his features, while nearly imperceptible to others, is quite evident to you. It serves to remind you how you got here and how he seemingly thinks him controlling everything about your recovery is going to somehow put you back together and make everything how it was before.

But it’s not like it was before.

Not with the looks that the Mafia are giving you. You can sense their pity, their judgement, their fear. Because Elvis having a known affair with you threatens them all. What if it was their wife or girlfriend? What if Elvis turns on them the way he turned on Jack? Jack was their friend, too. It’s written all over their faces. And you can tell they’ve been put on best behavior because more than usual they defer to Elvis, and they are suddenly wildly uncomfortable around you, even though you’ve been part of the group for years.

You can’t help but feel like the king’s consort. The mistress. The usurper.

The only exceptions are Jerry and Sandy, of course. And Charlie, in his usual Charlie way, has been kind and endearing. But the rest are quiet. Too quiet.

You don’t know what’s happened to Jack. You also haven’t seen Red, though you can’t say you’re upset about it. The few times you tried to ask Elvis, he brushed you off, saying you didn’t need to worry about such things while you’re trying to recover.

All of it has you unsettled. You knew there would be consequences, of course you did, but you didn’t expect it to be this strange.

Thankfully, your headaches are becoming less frequent, but when they do come, they are intense and debilitating, and weirdly, each one brings a host of images and fractured memories that you must try to make sense of. The doctor said this should hopefully get better as your brain heals from the concussion. A full recovery, he said, but it might take some time. Elvis takes this to mean you need constant care, and honestly you don’t have the energy to argue with the man about it right now, so you let him escort you into his bedroom suite as though you are frail and fragile.

“There you go, Satnin, all set,” he says, fluffing the mountain of pillows behind you, and then he gently takes off each of your shoes. You lean back with a sigh, suddenly grateful for the comfort of his huge bed in his penthouse suite because that hospital bed was truly terrible.

“Maybe you wanna to get into your pajamas?” he suggests. “I had all your things brought up, but I also went ahead and bought you some things, since I know you hadn’t planned on being here this long, and—” he rambles. The look on his face is almost childlike in his need to please you, to take care of you. It is quite the adjustment after spending a week basking in his masculine sexual dominance. You aren’t complaining at this change in him; in fact, it reminds you of when you first met, of those early years. It’s just giving you a bit of whiplash.

“It’s okay, honey, I’m fine for now,” you interrupt, trying to keep your tone light. Bringing your hand up, you pinch the bridge of your nose as another headache threatens. Overly attuned to you, Elvis grabs one of your feet and starts rubbing, using his strong hands to knead deep into the sole of your foot.

The hurts-so-good feeling has you groaning and your head falling back onto the pillows.

“That feel good, mama?” he drawls quietly.

All you can do is nod and hum in response. You’re certain if this had happened a few days ago, that statement, this action, would be laced with a fierce sexual energy. You imagine that it would last only a minute before he pounced and worked you into a state of pleasurable bliss. That latent desire is still there—you can sense it—but with everything that has happened, it takes a backseat to your pain.

This both saddens you and makes you feel grateful. You covet your sexual relationship with him, as it is the definitive thing you know he wants and needs from you. You know this for sure, and with your ever-present uncertainty about the rest of your relationship, it makes you feel off-kilter to not be able to share that with him. However, his commitment to being by your side despite the lack of sex, has been somewhat reassuring. You desperately hope it’s not just a sense of guilt that keeps him here with you.

You sigh, your eyes falling shut, and relish in the feel of his hands on you in such a comforting way as he treats one foot, then the other, to this intimate treatment. But he is uncharacteristically quiet.

He practically has you in a stupor by the time he finishes with the second foot, managing to stave off your impending headache. Opening your eyes, you catch him looking at you, those deep blues of his taking on a darker hue in the dim lighting. You can see the wheels turning, the way his hand flexes and releases over his tailored pants, how he worries his bottom lip with his teeth.

“What is it, E?” you ask gently, almost afraid it might spook him.

“I-I-I…can I hold you?” he stutters, changing tactics midway to get the sentence out, betraying his nerves.

“Of course, baby,” you respond quietly.

“I-I just don’t want to hurt you,” he says, crawling up the comforter to lie next to you. “Are ya sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” you say, as he curls into you, his arm coming over you.

All at once, you are flooded with memory. Your teenage bedroom. Your single bed. Elvis nestling close into your side, his cheeks still salty with tears. The way your heart races at his proximity and the way his touch, though innocent, burns through you like wildfire. His breath warm on your neck, tickling your bare skin.

He shows up on your doorstep such a mess, coming to you, of all people. You don’t quite understand it. (You’re still not sure you understand it—why it’s you, of all people, at that point in his life, that he’d chosen to come to.)

You fall into caring for him so easily, like it is second nature to run your fingers through his hair and massage his back as he cries in your lap, even though you’ve never touched him like this, so intimately, before. When he asks to stay, those bedroom eyes of his begging, your heart leaps in a way you are ashamed of. Your entire body feels on fire, flustering you as you consider the implications, consider just how badly you do want him to stay, and if it’s worth it to see where this might go.

It only gets worse when you find him stripped down to his underwear, waiting for you innocently in your bedroom, a place no man has stayed before. Your heart stops in your chest at the sight of him sitting there, exhausted and emotionally spent. Before you take him into your bed, he’s so good in reassuring you he would never hurt you, that he won’t touch you like that. Of course, he wouldn’t; you know this. But your trepidation isn’t because you are afraid he’ll take advantage of you—it is because part of you wants him to.

The memory makes you blush furiously. Yet another important moment you had buried so deep that remembering it now makes it feel like it just happened.

After the initial tension of him being curled so close into you wanes, you relax and let your mind wander to places it shouldn’t go. Oh, how you relish in the softness of his skin against yours, the musky scent and heat of him surrounding you as he holds on to you through the night. You wake up multiple times, thinking you must be dreaming that Elvis is in your bed, but are pleasantly surprised to really find him there, his warm, lean, young body pressing into yours in various ways. The moonlight through the window lets you see just how innocently beautiful and vulnerable he is like this, like some kind of angel not of this world, his long lashes falling over his cheeks. You feel grateful to see him this way, tucking the moment away in your mind. Despite the rollercoaster of hormones coursing through you, you’ve never felt so safe before, not with Ted, not with any man.

Or felt so aroused. That terrified you, you think, as the wave of feeling crashes over you in the present. You want him with an intensity that shocks you to your core. But he is your friend, for god’s sake, and he’d come to you upset and trusted you to help him, and here you are, suddenly lusting after him like every other girl on the planet. Oh, yes, you are so very ashamed of yourself, for the dirty thoughts you’re thinking.

But, oh, how you imagine him waking to kiss you passionately, willing him to touch you everywhere, wanting him to run his long, calloused fingers up under your nightgown and into your panties. Thinking that, in an instant, he could easily slide between your legs, and you would let him. You’ll gladly give yourself to him right this minute if he wants you. You screw your eyes shut, trying unsuccessfully to block out the image of him slowly entering you, joining with you, rocking you into submission, into ecstasy.

Back then, those thoughts were more dangerous than anything, especially when the man in question was in your bed already, holding you close. It was a different time, and at nineteen, you were young and bound by propriety, and yet, in that moment, you hadn’t cared about that part.

But it is Elvis. Your dear friend. He doesn’t think of you that way. He’s on the brink of stardom and already has half the country fawning over him, with girlfriends in every town. You know this, logically. You know this, but for the first time, you allow yourself to think that maybe there is more to the two of you than just friendship. That maybe there is a reason he’d come to you in his hour of need.

A wave of heartache rolls through you as you recall that next morning. You blearily wake up from your fitfully aroused but somehow comforting slumber to him pulling you close, pressing the front of his body into the back of yours. The heat of him permeates through the thin cotton of your nightgown, which is quite a pleasing sensation in the cold of this late-winter morning. You sigh and wiggle back into him instinctually, before you can think too much on it, just needing to be closer to him. But then he jumps out of the bed in a flash, as if you were on fire, scurrying to clothe himself, and then he practically leaps out the window to get away from you.

He didn’t want you. Of course, he didn’t want you. He probably regrets the whole thing, with the way he leaves you lying there. He is Elvis Presley, after all. Your friend, but nothing more. You’d been foolish to think it anything more.

His abrupt absence leaves you cold, tears welling in your eyes, yearning for something you know you could never have from him (or so you’d thought, at the time). You pull the covers over your head, the scent of him on your sheets enveloping you. The grease he used in his hair left a stain on your pillow, but you don’t care in the slightest because it is something tangible, something that lets you know him holding you through the night had been real and not a dream.

Now it hits you suddenly that—oh, god—that was the day Jack had asked you out for the first time. You’d been sad all day, trying to push Elvis out of your mind and Jack had shown up at the diner, suddenly quite brazen in his attraction to you. While you weren’t entirely surprised, as the two of you had been dancing around each other for some time, the timing of it helped bring you out of your funk, reminding you that in the real world, a good man like Jack wanted you.

You’d quickly accepted because you liked Jack and there was no reason not to.

Elvis Presley was just your friend, after all.

Now you realize that in that short 24-hour period, the trajectory of your entire life changed. Maybe you’d fallen into Jack’s arms so quickly because Elvis’ rejection had upset you more than you wanted to admit. It had been easier and more realistic to date Jack, and it had taken your mind off the unwanted thoughts you had for Elvis.

Oh, no.

The intense discovery of this long-hidden memory and the emotions to go with it rocket through your skull with a shooting pain, causing you to hiss. Tears flood your eyes, from both the ache in your heart and the pain in your head.

“Baby, you okay? What can I do?” Elvis shoots his head up, noticing your distress, looking you over carefully.

You can’t explain, not now. “Bad headache,” you breathe out instead. “Can you get my medicine?” You didn’t want to take pain meds if you could help it, but in this moment, everything, pain and otherwise, is too overwhelming and you think maybe you just need some sleep.

So, you take the pill he gives you gratefully. You try not to think about how the way he looks at you now has that same boyish quality it had all those years ago when you’d taken him into your bed and into your arms, and he’d left you cold.

It’s okay, you think. He’s here now, taking care of me. He wants me now, even if he didn’t then.

And with that, you drift aimlessly away into welcome darkness.

Everything is fuzzy, the dull ache in your head muddling the flashes that are floating to the surface in your dreams.

You kiss Elvis’ forehead, the tears on his baby-faced cheeks, his pouting, full lips. You can taste the salt of his tears on your tongue.

Not Elvis now, you think, Elvis a long, long time ago.

But that doesn’t make sense. You didn’t kiss Elvis until two weeks ago.

He’s so sad, though, so alone. He needs you, he needs you, he needs you…

And you need him.

But it’s wrong, all wrong. And so right, all at once. Your body tingles through the ache in your head as you ever-so-gently press your lips to his. You’ve wondered for so long what he tastes like.

Soft and sweet, like marshmallows.

His bright blue eyes widen with shock.

“Y/n, baby, you don’t want this…” he whispers. The words echo and swirl around you.

He’s right, isn’t he? You can’t want this. You shouldn’t. Of course not…

You’re so angry, so sad, and he’s so beautiful.

Elvis. Your Elvis.

No, he’s not, he’s not, he’s not.

He belongs to no one. He belongs to the world.

Need pulses through you, a need so deep it brings you to your knees. It cuts through the pain in your head. It singes through your heart.

It’s unbearable.

It burns through you, from the inside out.

Those eyes, deep as the ocean, rimmed in black, plunder your soul. You ride the swell of the waves in them as they rise higher and higher and higher until they shatter underneath you.

The fall is blissful and terrifying, all at once, but Elvis is with you the whole way.

Free falling through the abyss, you are scared. It’s never-ending. You don’t know when you’ll hit bottom, and the anticipation of it runs like ice through your veins.

Guilt. Shame. That ache in your chest.

And then you hit bottom.

Your eyes pop open with a shuddering gasp. Gripping the sheets for dear life, you frantically try to piece out where you are, that you are not falling anymore.

Just a dream. Just a crazy, medication induced dream, you pray, seeing that you are in the darkened suite in Elvis’ penthouse.

But the unease remains, lurking more visibly now in the corners of your mind, trying to tell you something you don’t want to hear. Something you don’t want to see.

The door to the bedroom slowly opens and you jump, a hand flying over your chest in surprise. Elvis strides in quietly, clad in his white gi jumpsuit, sweat pouring over him. He must have just finished a show.

You had been asleep a while.

You are still amazed at how his presence fills a room, even when it’s just you here, even when there is no one to impress. He looks gorgeous and you know he’s riding the post-show high by the way his eyes sparkle and by the flush of his cheeks.

“You’re awake, baby. How’re ya feeling?” he asks, gliding over to you on those long legs of his.

You are still reeling from the dream. You shake your head, trying to clear that feeling of dread, of falling, and as he sits on the bed next to you, you are sucked into those oceanic eyes once again.

Your heart races.

“Are you okay?” He looks concerned, brushing your sweaty locks off your forehead, thumb grazing your cheek.

“Are you okay? he whispers, his thumb grazing your cheek. You sit still in his lap, saying nothing and can feel him begin to soften inside of you, the wetness of spent arousal leaking down your thighs under your dress…

The flash of memory hits you hard, because it was then, not now. Triggered by the same gesture, the same man, but it was a different time. He looked so young…

But that’s impossible. Impossible. The first time you had sex with Elvis was less than two weeks ago.

Your heart thunders in your chest because suddenly you don’t think that’s true.

You kiss Elvis’ forehead, kiss the tears on his baby-faced cheeks, and then, with a strange boldness, you kiss his pouting, full lips. You can taste the salt of his tears on your tongue.

His pants scratch at your bare thighs as you straddle his narrow hips. His tongue explores your mouth, sending searing heat through you. Boldly, you rock in his lap, feeling him grow underneath you.

You need him, oh, god, how you need him.

The flashes aren’t complete, but they are real. You are suddenly so sure that they are, and you don’t understand, not at all. You look at Elvis now, wild-eyed, silently seeking answers. How? How?

His long fingers are cold as they part your wet folds, and he pushes one, then another deep into your heat while his thumb massages that ever-sensitive bundle of nerves at the front. It stings at first, this surprising intrusion, but he’s gentle, letting you adjust around him, letting you decide when to move.

Your breath is coming fast now, and Elvis looks more than concerned.

“Satnin, what’s happenin’? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says, eyes searching you.

You screw your eyes shut. This can’t be real. It can’t be.

You sink down on him slowly, the tightness of your canal stretching around his considerable size as you try to take him all in. It’s easier now, after he prepped you with his fingers, and the discomfort wanes quickly as you bottom out. He’s hitting places inside you that you didn’t know existed until this very moment.

Elvis looks utterly ethereal as you begin to ride him, his mouth open and pink, his freshly dyed raven hair falling in his eyes. Everything about him looks carved out by the gods, and his eyes drink you in in a way that strips you bare, right to the heart of you. He looks at you as though you hung the moon and the stars.

Those eyes are now looking at you in a panic.

He brings you to the brink easily and you crest the wave hard, your orgasm fracturing you into a thousand pieces as you fall. You’d never felt this way before, not with Ted, not with Jack, not even with yourself. The pleasure of it rips through you and he follows quickly, a warm, sticky heat pulsing deep as you cling to each other for dear life.

Oh. Oh god…

It was real. You know it now. You are more sure of it now than you’ve ever been.

Graceland, you realize suddenly, when he took you to see Graceland for the first time. That’s where it happened. Nineteen-fucking-fifty-seven.

Elvis and you had sex, a long, long time ago. And he kept it from you. Pretended it never even happened.

You push away from him and stagger off the bed in daze, flooded with so many emotions and sensations at once that you don’t know how to react. Dizzy, you sway a bit on your feet.

Flashes keep hitting you as you move. Waking in the hospital, not knowing how you’d gotten there. Elvis, worried at your bedside. The pills. The accidental overdose.

You think you might be sick.

“What the hell is happenin’? You’re scarin’ me. Talk to me, baby,” Elvis says from behind you. He feels so far away, but that deep seeded need to flee him is rolling through you and you walk unsteadily forward, though you aren’t sure exactly where you are trying to go.

Oh, he must have been so relieved when you didn’t remember anything about that night. That he didn’t have to take back what he’d—you’d—done. That it didn’t completely derail his friendship with you or Jack. That he got to keep being Elvis without any repercussions.

Twelve years. Over a decade built on lies and half-truths and pretending.

Tears are streaming down your burning cheeks now. You feel humiliated. Shocked at both yourself and at him. You’d cheated on Jack, with Elvis. It didn’t matter that Jack had cheated first. You’d had feelings for Elvis all the way back then, feelings you acted on in a moment of vulnerability for both of you. He’d been devastated about June, scared about his fame. You’d wanted to comfort him, but you had also wanted to prove to yourself that if a man like Elvis Presley could want you, then of course Jack should.

You’d thrown yourself at him. He didn’t stop you. And then he lied to you about it all.

If you’d have remembered…Christ, the repercussions would’ve been life altering.

Elvis grabs you then, in the present, his hot, long, ring-clad fingers circling your arm, pulling you back towards him.

And it is then that your anguish fully turns to anger. After everything that has happened these past two weeks, these past fourteen years…Suddenly, that sense of betrayal, your seeming lack of control of anything in your life, all the fear of the past, present, and future, pushes you to the brink. You feel done being at the mercy of the universe, done at being at the mercy of the lies and whims of men.

“Take your fucking hand off me, Elvis,” you hiss, venom in your glare.

You watch as his brilliant blue eyes widen in surprise, and with that, he releases you.

“Is this all a game to you?” you ask pointedly, voice shaking under the weight of your simmering fury.

“W-what?” he says, shaking his head. “Baby, I can’t emphasize enough that I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“You lied to me. You’ve been lying to me for years,” you throw at him. A fueled rage clouds your judgement. You are quickly becoming unhinged and near irrational, but you are unable to stop it, almost like you are possessed, out of your mind, and watching your unusual behavior from afar. It’s as though a part of you wants to blow all of this up and you are powerless to stop this destructive side of yourself.

Elvis throws his hands up in surrender and begins to turn away. “That concussion has you bein’ all crazy, honey. I don’t even know—”

“That day at Graceland, right before you bought it. When I accidentally took too many pills for my headache. You know the one, don’t you?” you interrupt scathingly.

He stops and looks back at you, that pretty brow furrowing, and you think you can sense his panic truly brewing now. “I-I-I thought ya didn’t remember nothin’ about that afternoon.”

“Oh, I didn’t.” You think now you do, but you have to be sure. “You were awfully upset that day because of June, weren’t you? Going on and on about how you’d never know if a women would truly love you. And, come to think of it, you never did tell me how it was that I fell asleep,” you add, turning the knife with both curiosity and fervor, glaring at him.

His eyes truly widen now, his pouty mouth popping open and then shuttering closed again, his pallor turning pale.

And there you have your answer. You are not supposed to know this. He’d told you about June all over again after you’d left the hospital because you hadn’t remembered him telling you at Graceland. But he definitely hadn’t told you again about his insecurity of not knowing if a woman would love him for who he really is.

It’s all true.

That realization is horrible and vindicating and almost relieving all at once. You weren’t wrong when that voice in your head was telling you he was keeping something important from you. You weren’t crazy. And you even think this isn’t all he’s been hiding, but you can’t go there now. It’s too heavy a punch to the gut, and all you see is red.

A frantic, small voice in your head tries to remind you that you should consider Elvis’ feelings about that day, how he was vulnerable and frightened when he couldn’t wake you, and that your concussion has you not in your right mind and missing pieces of all this, but your rage kicks those thoughts aside and you plow forward anyway. You have too many unanswered questions.

“We had sex, Elvis. In 1957! How could you…how dare you then pretend it never happened! How could you not tell me?!” you scream at him, in a way that is utterly unlike the passive and quiet woman you’d become over the years. The woman who had learned to cower instead of speaking up for herself. The stubbornness and fire from your youth flares, driving you forward recklessly. It hurts your head to do it, but you can’t help it.

Elvis just stands there, staring, silent, using that well-honed talent of his to make his beautiful, godlike face an unreadable mask. It kills you inside, but you wait, unwilling to let him off the hook. But he still does not speak.

“Did it even mean anything to you?” you then ask quietly, tears prickling your eyes again, “Or was I just another notch on your bedpost?”

He blinks slowly and presses his lips together, and your heart sinks because you can’t tell if being with him so intimately meant anything to him at all. You should be able to tell, but you can’t, not when he’s shutting you out like this. And that deepest fear being realized both destroys you and pisses you off even more.

Finally, Elvis breaks his silence, voice low and measured and too careful for him, like he’s reciting lines in a movie, “It wasn’t…You were high. Your judgement was impaired. I was mortified...” He trails off, looking away. Then he pauses, taking a deep breath before challenging you with his intense eyes, “And would tellin’ you have changed anythin’?”

You choke at that and shake your head as you turn away from him. The words linger in the air, and you are irate at them, at him. They whirl within you, stabbing you in their coldness. He was mortified by being with you. Good god. The wound of that cracks through you like ice shattering.

You know deep down you didn’t sleep with him because you were accidentally high. You are certain of it. It wasn’t just about getting back at Jack, or just about feeling attractive and desired. No, it was so much more than that. After remembering what you have, you know you’d given yourself to Elvis willingly, medication or no, doing something you’d sworn after Ted that you wouldn’t do again until marriage.

He presses you on this, this thing you can’t believe he’s asking. “Would it’ve? You were with Jack, you loved Jack. And I’d just gotten home and was leavin’ again just as fast. What would’ve it changed, y/n, other than to make things awkward between us and ruin our friendship? Other than to ruin what you had with Jack?” Elvis asks from behind you, his gravelly voice strained.

You’re shaking now, your whole being quaking with physical and emotional toil, another headache slamming down upon you. Yes, you’d loved Jack, you truly had. And you know you’ve fallen in love with Elvis these past few weeks. But all of this craziness—these revelations, these secrets, these memories—are finally confirming something your mind has been trying to tell you lately about all those years ago, something you suspected and feared, but didn’t want to admit:

You have been in love with Elvis since the beginning. You had loved him then just as you love him now. And if you had remembered that, if he’d wanted it, if he had asked you, at any point, you think would’ve dropped everything for him.

Even if it would’ve ruined you both.

A bile of panic rises in your throat because, besides the times you truly can’t remember because you’d literally been dying, there had been all those other moments throughout the years where you’d pushed down your love for him. Important pieces of your life that you’d just forgotten, sometimes right away, in order to spare yourself the pain of this realization, the pain of Elvis’ rejection.

Maybe it started in the diner when he comforted you after Ted broke your heart, or maybe it began even earlier because god knows you can’t trust yourself or your memory. In fact, you are quite sure that there are still things he’s keeping from you, pivotal things you still don’t remember and it’s maddening. But after the diner, it feels like every moment you repressed is a missing piece to the puzzle of your life and reminder of how everything has gone so completely wrong.

Oh, and isn’t it rich that you are laying into him about keeping this naughty little tryst from you when you’ve been conveniently forgetting all these crucial moments of your relationship over your lifetime, a logical voice in the back of your head hurls at you.

Fuck you, you throw back, dread seeping through you.

And now your deepest fears are confirmed—Elvis hadn’t wanted you, not like that. He was mortified by it, in fact. He had a taste of you in a moment of weakness, because he’s just a man after all, and got lucky when you didn’t remember. Thinking better of it, he kept it all to himself. All these years, he’d lied by omission. And for some goddamned reason, he’d swung back around to you after all this time, destroying your life as you knew it in the process.

You spin back around to face him. Nausea rolls in your stomach because, suddenly, you’re not sure you know the man in front of you at all.

“Fuck you, Elvis Presley. It would’ve changed everything,” you say vehemently, honestly, leveling him with your stare.

And it looks like you just slapped him by the way he recoils.

You can’t stop yourself from digging deeper, too angry to care, “But I’m sure that’s not what you wanted, since you were so quick to decide that I didn’t need to know, so fucking cocksure that you didn’t even deem to ask what I wanted. No, you just got laid and got lucky and moved right on to the next girl.”

“Th-that’s not—“ he sputters, those azure eyes a little frantic.

“Isn’t it, though, Elvis? Isn’t that exactly what happened? We fucked and you decided it was a bad idea, so you didn’t bother to tell me when I couldn’t remember myself. Who cares what I thought, right?! Then you went on with your life as though nothing happened.”

As if it hadn’t mattered at all, as though you hadn’t mattered enough to bother. You can’t bring yourself to say that part, though, as the icy pain of saying the rest out loud like this sends more tears pouring down your cheeks, despite your anger wanting to keep them at bay.

As if the rest isn’t bad enough, another thought hits you sideways, “My god, you even pushed Jack to marry me, didn’t you?” You look at him incredulously, remembering how Jack had joked about it after he’d proposed. The words ache through you as you say them, as you realize the implications of that. Yet another one of your deepest fears confirmed.

Elvis looks stricken as he backs up to the bed and sinks down on the edge, putting his head in his hands.

“I-I-I w-was no good for you,” he mumbles.

“You don’t get to decide that, Elvis! You took those choices away from me!” you cry at him.

You watch as he holds his tongue, as his body stiffens at your words. His jaw clenches and his breathing changes. You know the signs by now, but you don’t care. You don’t care that he’s getting ready to explode and that it’s you pushing him over the edge. You want him over the edge. You want him to care enough to be mad about it.

“And what? Did you finally decide after twelve years that maybe you did like my pussy after all, so you decided to come back for more?” you spit at him nastily, driving him right over the threshold.

“I was protecting you!” Elvis bellows, leaping to his feet, face red with anger. His eyes darken and flash in a way that might have caused you to pause before, but not today, not after this.

You don’t let up. “Protecting me from what exactly? A bad marriage? A man that doesn’t love me?” you laugh haughtily at the irony.

He doesn’t elaborate, just bites his tongue in frustration and glowers at you, pulling himself back.

Then, another sinking realization drags you under. “Good lord—you had your hands in my relationship with Jack every step of the way. From day fucking one. You pushed us onto each other, a-a-and then you took him away from me, over and over again. The women Jack ‘dated’…Jesus, that was when he went to Vegas to see you that first time, wasn’t it? Of course. I should’ve known that’s when he started fucking other women. Because of you,” you point at him, more fury boiling in your stomach as you ramble.

God, was it all lies and subterfuge? Every fucking thing in your life related to these men?

Elvis stands there, jaw gritted so hard he might crack his veneers, his hands fisted at his sides, his leg going a million miles an hour. But you don’t stop.

“And then you came back home to find me upset, pretended like you didn’t know why, and then you fucked me?” The memories come to you too quickly, too painfully, fractured moments flashing in your aching head, weaving back together what you’d lost for so long, fueling your pain, fueling you forward. “And that was just the beginning. You sucked Jack and me both into your world, then played with our lives because…why? Why, E?” you demand.

Still, he says nothing, eyes fierce and his body vibrating with energy, letting you continue your verbal assault.

Your heart is going so fast you fear it’s going to explode, but you continue anyway, knowing that this isn’t like you, that perhaps this isn’t truly what you want. I love him, don’t I? But you are so mad, so exhausted from feeling like a plaything in the lives of the men around you, that you can’t stop. They’ve treated you as if you have no agency of your own. As if you were nothing without them. And you are done.

You shake your head. “You screwed with our lives because you could. You and your fucking egomaniacal, insane, manipulative bullshit. Nobody can be happy unless the King is happy, right? What the fuck is wrong with you?” you hiss, beside yourself with anger at him, on what he’d done to your life. In this moment, your love for him is entirely consumed by your rage, as your addled and bruised brain tries to piece together just how screwed up this entire situation is.

Elvis roars then and sweeps everything off the nightstand, sending things shattering and flying to the floor. You do your best not to wince at the outburst, unwilling to let him shake you. Then, he looks at you, like a caught, caged beast, his chest heaving and eyes dangerous. But he isn’t blacked out, and you know it because you can see the gears working in his head. You can see that the emotion in his face is not anger alone. There is a deep pain there and it confuses you.

Dread settles into a knot in your stomach because suddenly you can’t shake that terrible feeling that you are still missing something vital here, something both Elvis and your traitorous brain are keeping from you, but your head is pounding and your blood is up and you can’t think straight.

You stand toe-to-toe, staring at each other, chests heaving in the heavy silence.

He breaks first, but with an almost frightening level of clarity that you don’t expect after his outburst. “Fine. Y-you w-w-wanna make me th-the-the villain in this story, then fine, I-I’m th-the fucking villain, honey. I-I-I always w-was,” he stutters wildly, cutting, his stormy eyes narrowing like a crocodile as he levels you with them.

He doesn’t deny any of it. He doesn’t even defend himself anymore.

You don’t know what to do with that.

All you know is you hurt. Everything aches, inside and out. You feel like an absolute fool. You are infuriated with him and maybe even more furious at yourself. Then, your heart breaks, sending a wave of sorrow flooding through your chest and down your limbs.

Everything with Jack was bad.

Somehow, this is worse.

It feels like your entire world has been pulled from underneath your feet. The devastation you felt about Jack feels like nothing now compared to Elvis’ betrayal, and the weight of both together is crushing you from all angles.

There is no escape. You can’t breathe.

Somehow, you’ve lost them both. Or maybe you never really had either of them to begin with.

You silly, stupid girl. I tried to warn you.

You manage to hold back the sob that threatens to break you.

Wordlessly, you nod, clench your fists, then turn and walk out.

Elvis doesn’t stop you.

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iridescentides · 4 years

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me,, knowing full well that i have requests sitting in the inbox of my dcom sideblog: so haha what should i gif

#i genuinely hate taking requests idk why i ever do it #i guess i just like knowing people are paying attention to me #but like. every time i get a request on that blog i groan a lil unless its for one of my favorite movies #also i hate when people ask for stuff that isnt dcom related??? like icons from disney channel shows #like maam what do you think i do on this blog #txt #waffle words of wisdom

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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Hello I have a request brother male reader facefucking Mikey while Mikey keeps whining for readers dick (I don't really know how to write this since it's my first time requesting HHDDHEHSJBS)

THROAT FUCK — MIKEY X MALE READER

authors note. YAY MIKEY FIC AND MORE CONTENT? y’all are getting well fed. also blog’s been messy for the past couple of days but it is what it is innit. AND FUCK IM GONNA BE SO BUSY NOWADAYS SO ILL TRY MY BEST TO KEEP POSTING GOMEN EVERYONE

tw. throat bulge, facefucking, implied facial, hair pulling, dehumanization ( fuckdoll mikey ), degradation, big cock worship

Humiliation dusted Mikey’s features, your cock nice and heavy in his hand as he looks up at you with want swirling in his eyes. Mikey had always loved the fact that you could easily manhandle him without a thought in the world, treating him like a mere fuckdoll as you use his body to your pleasure.

The smell, the thickness, the look of your cock alone could do unspeakable things to the little boy— and as it jerked idly in his small, warm hand, the blonde couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle leaning in to press a soft kiss against the leaking tip.

“Mm, Sir, your cock’s so big. ‘M love it”

Slurring like a dumb slut, Mikey only proceeded to languidly wrap his fingers around your length, needing two hands to properly jerk you off. He could feel the warmth and each vein pulsing against his palms.

“C’mon doll, better start now before I force you yeah?” You mused, threading a hand through Mikey’s soft hair before tugging his head back upward, forcing him to make eye contact with you.

You loved the way he flushed pink the moment his eyes met yours and the slight smirk that creeped up onto your face only proved that you were going to enjoy using his little throat till he could barely use his voice anymore.

Mikey was an obedient man and as soon as your grip on his hair loosened, he immediately started to wrap his lips around your fat cock, the corners of his mouth stretching— turning white as he struggled to bury your cock in his hot throat.

Impatience filled your being and although the sight of Mikey slobbering and sobbing around your cock made up for it, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy you. Your hand inevitably tightened against his hair once more, and the poor boy could only widen his eyes as you pushed his head back to force the rest of your cock down his throat with a deep groan of his name.

“Fuck, doll. You’re such a hungry little whore.” You rasped feeling his throat constrict around your shaft. He was so fucking tight and warm, you could almost see yourself getting lost in the pleasure of his damn gullet.

Gurgles filled the room as his nose was pressed pathetically against your pubic hair, and you only grinned sadistically at the sight of Mikey looking so pathetic, so helpless with a thick dick down his little mouth.

Moaning wantonly, you bucked your hips upward to force your cock impossibly deeper down Mikey’s throat “Take it lil whore. Such a perfect cocksleeve.”

The blonde’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull in response, and you could even see his milky neck bulging from the size of your cock buried nice and deep in his esophagus.

“Hah, Such a tiny little boy. Knew you could barely take my fat cock baby.” You chuckled, immediately starting to move your hips, using his soft hair as leverage to fuck his throat much easier.

You couldn’t wait to spill your load all over his pretty tear stained face and judging by the way Mikey moved instinctively closer to grind against your foot, you could tell that he was too.

“Better swallow every last drop baby or else, I’m fucking my cum right back inside of ya’”

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Hello! I've been lurking in your blog for quite some time now and congrats on your 200 followers!! Hope more is to come soon! 💖 can i request my fave number 13 for Albedo + Fluff? ty and congrats again! 💕

13- “I didn’t mean to say that, but yeah I love you.”

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characters; Albedo, gn reader, Kaeya

cw/tw; reader nearly falls to their death, mutual pining, kaeya being a tease, albedo forgetting to function when he’s flustered, brief mention of drinking- let me know if there’s anything I missed.

word count; 1.3k

notes; Ahhh,,, when I saw I had a lurker my heart burst. Thank you so much for requesting, I hope my content is good enough for you to be lurking around hehe,,, Please don’t be afraid to say hi though! I won’t bite, honest. With that being said, this has a lil bit of an angsty twist in it but it’s nothing major. Excuse the jumping of tenses, I’m struggling hardcore with writers block right now. I hope you enjoy it!!

event; 200 milestone

Please reblog if you like this!!

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“Do you need help with that?”

“No, thank you.”

“Albedo, are you free today?”

“Sorry, Y/N. Perhaps next time.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No, it’s quite alright.”

Every attempt at opening up a conversation with The Chief Alchemist was shut down immediately, and you were at a loss at what to do.

It wasn’t always like this. In fact, just a few weeks ago, the two of you were almost inseparable. The only time you two parted ways was when you had to leave to go home. He had even started coming to Angel’s Share with you some nights. Even when rowdy crowds weren’t exactly his thing, he did it for you. He was always by your side, sharing your joy in silence with that soft smile of his that you adored. He wasn’t overbearing or clingy, he just liked to be near you. You had asked why once and he said even he didn’t know the answer.

“Perhaps,” He began slowly, setting down the vile of bubbling liquid he was handling and facing you with a smile, “I just enjoy the feeling of elation I get when I’m around you.” You knew you were done for when he had started to chuckle at how red your face had gotten.

However, suddenly he was now avoiding you at every turn. If he saw you coming towards him in Mondstat, he’d politely tell his students he needed to tend to an experiment before turning tail. If you called out to him, he’d walk faster. Not only did this hurt, but it was extremely confusing. Even though Albedo wasn’t exactly the most social adept, he wasn’t this… Cold. Even with strangers, he reciprocated their kindness the best he could. So, you must’ve done something to upset him, or worse. Right?

So here you were, face buried in your desk, trying to explain your situation to someone who found it hilarious.

“You really have no idea why he’s avoiding you?”

Kaeya’s silky voice hummed, receiving another muffled groan from you.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

For the third time since you arrived in his office, he laughed loudly. It was like he was in on some elaborate joke you weren’t and it was driving you insane. Had Albedo already come to Kaeya and complained about you? The thought made your stomach tighten painfully.

“Please stop laughing and just tell me what he said…”

“He hasn’t said anything.”

What? “Then why are you laughing?”

The Cavalry Captain suddenly straightened up, his grin softening into a smile, one of understanding. Which ironically confused you even more.

“I don’t think you’ve upset him. But it is something you two need to talk about.”

“That isn’t helpful at all…”

Another chuckle, his large hand giving your shoulder a gentle pat. “Just trust me on this one.”

And so, here you were. In Dragonspine. Alone. You gulped, the snow mountain daunting just to look at. No. This was not going to intimate you. Your friendship with Albedo was far more important than anything this environment could throw at you. Shaking your head, you pressed on further. You knew he would’ve done the same for you.

It had been a while since then, though. You couldn’t feel your feet that were still moving on autopilot, trying to push you further, your body eager to reach the alchemist’s camp. But unfortunately, finding a source of warmth was more important than finding the aloof blonde at this point. With a shudder, you pulled your coat around your body tighter, standing still to properly look around your surroundings. It was getting dark and the winds were fiercer than when you had started this journey. Finding a fire was starting to become near impossible. But if you just focused, you knew you’d find something.

Ah, there!

A flickering flame, weak but welcoming, burned brightly in the distance. Finally, a sign of hope showing itself through this dreary weather-

Your breath caught up in your throat violently from you after your foot plummeted off the bridge you were on, unexpecting of the sudden drop. You choked, gasping in surprise as you held on for dear life. Due to the growing storm you couldn’t see that you were already on the bridge that led to the very person you were looking for. So close, yet so far. ‘Is this the end?’ You wondered absentmindedly, your grip slipping on the icy wood you were clinging to. Please… You were nearly there. “Bedo…” You croaked, throat dry from the piercing wind that seemed to swallow your voice. Your hand slipped further. Think, Y/n, think! Your mind was running so fast you couldn’t keep up with any of the thoughts that were bouncing around in your head. But every one of them were screaming his name.

“ALBEDO!”

Finally, your voice broke through the barrier of the storm, echoing through the entire mountain. And yet, nothing. No response. Just the dead silence and the howling winds swirling around you. Your hand slipped for the final time.

But what you weren’t expecting was your feet to hit something solid the second you let go. Confused, your gaze moved down to what you had landed on and your heart leapt in joy at the sight of the spinning flower under your feet. Through the blizzard, you could spot a figure with their arms stretched out towards you. “Jump!” It called, and your body reacts before your mind does, launching yourself towards them. A pair of warm, familiar arms pulled you in, pressing you against their chest.

“You’re alright, I’ve got you.” Albedo murmurs next to your ear. And for a moment, you both breathe.

“Achoo!”

You sniffled miserably, pulling the blanket that had been draped around your shoulders closer to you. You tried to avoid the piercing state of the alchemist beside you. He was annoyed at you, you could tell. He hadn’t said a word since you arrived, and that was incredibly unlike him. Normally there would’ve been questions, or ramblings about his latest discovery. This silence was suffocating. Until finally, he spoke.

“Here.” His hand extended to you, and only now did you realise he was holding something. Your hands cupped around it. Whatever it was, it was warm. And it… Smelled sweet. Your confusion was clearly apparent due to him clearing his throat awkwardly. “Hot chocolate. Extra marshmallows… Your favourite.”

“Thank y-“

“What were you thinking, coming out at this time of night? You know Dragonspine is dangerous.” Ah, there it was. You sighed heavily, hands tightening their grip on the hot mug.

“To be fair, it was brighter when I got here.” You laughed nervously, but the look on Albedo’s face was enough to stop you in your tracks. He was not amused, not in the slightest. “But I was… Looking for you.”

He softened, shifting closer. “Me?”

You nodded, taking a sip of the chocolate to calm your nerves. “You’ve been avoiding me… And I wanted to know why. Did I do something wrong? Have I… Angered you? Or-“

“No, no. I’m not upset with you, please do not think that I am.” You smiled at that, but then he continued. “But I have been avoiding you. I just… Need some time to gather my thoughts. After what you… Um…” The pale complexion of the alchemist had started to turn a vibrant crimson that reached the tip of his ears.

“After what?” You questioned, lost on what he meant, which made the blonde’s cerulean eyes widen.

“You don’t remember?” His answer was in the form of a shake of your head. “You told me you… You…” Now you were concerned. Since when did Albedo of all people get tongue tied? “You had feelings for me…” He finished finally, quietly.

Oh. Oh. Perhaps your friend joining you in your drinking sessions at the tavern wasn't such a good idea. And now you had the answer as to why Kaeya found all of this so amusing.

“I didn’t mean to say that…” You took a breath, before you continued. “But yes, I love you.”

It was silent. Then, his hand- gentle and swift, took yours in his own.

“And I, you…”

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duckugou · 3 years

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love u like an alcoholic (nsfw)

Dabi x fem reader, Hawks x fem reader

Cw: toxic ass hoes, jealousy, angst as fuck, unprotected sex, a lil rough but not really, male masturbation a lil bit, sorta cucking?, unprotected sex, biting, overstimulation a touch, quirkless au- its also not proofread

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

this ones for u jennie LMAO

!!part 2 is here AHHHH!!

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Every time he dismissed you, youd want more. Every night, you were desperate for it- his acceptance. Even if it was just between his sheets.

You liked to believe that he meant the words he groaned out with his dick buried in you. "My cunt. My good girl."

But you knew he didn't mean it. You were just a hook up. That, however, couldn't stop your want- your need.

So once you decided to prove to him that he needed you- that if you were to be only his to use, he had to do something about it. You knew the bar he went to every Friday. And you knew just the dress to wear while you both pretended to not know each other.

Walking into the bar alone, you felt eyes on you. Men that wanted to pounce. Men that wanted to touch you as you walked by, offer you a drink even. Women that wanted to protect you from said men. Hell, women that wanted to join those men.

You're one track minded, though, making your way to the bar itself and asking the bartender for your favorite drink. Taking a look around, you catch eyes with the most gorgeous blue eyed man- one that you know pretty well from stories and photos. That could only mean hes here too.

You glance to the right of the black haired man and, would ya look at that, there he is. Keigo Tamaki. The man that has used you for months and made you crave him every second of every day. And he was there with a tall brunette on his arm, giggling at everything he said and touching his chest lightly.

"Here ya are, miss. Hey, be careful tonight. There's some... harsh people that come here." The bartender grabbed your attention again, making you turn back around and thank him for the drink and his thoughtful words. Fortunately for you, you wouldn't have to be careful.

Turning back around, you notice the blue eyed man looking straight at you. Sending him a wink and a smile, you turn back around, taking a sip of the drink you paid for and mentally preparing yourself.

A few moment later, you feel someone sit next to you.

"Hey, sweetness. What brings you here all alone?" The deep voice asks, bringing your attention to his bright eyes that contrasted the scars on his face.

"Oh, just a long week. Needed to... take a break from the world." You reply, swirling the ice cubes around your glass.

"Oh I know the feeling- hey bartender! Get her another- and get me a whiskey." He gestured to the man behind the bar that sent you worried eyes. You gave him a reassuring look, to which he sighed and got your drinks.

"Oh god- I'm not even done with this one!" You giggle, peering over his shoulder and seeing Keigo completely entranced with the brunette girl in front of him.

"Ah, yeah but I'll be here a while. Whats your name, sweets?" He asks, waving off the bartender that set your drinks down in front of you.

"Y/n, yours?"

"Toya- but call me Dabi."

"Okay, Dabi," You started, noticing his shoulders stiffen at the way you say his name. "What about you? What brings you to the bar?"

"My stupid fuckin friend. Always wants me to come out with him and be his wingman or some shit. I usually go home by now, but seeing someone like you here is... rare." He confirms, looking you up and down, noticing how your dress rides up your thighs.

"Oh, is it? Well, your friend sounds like a drag, I'll be honest." You laugh lightly.

"Yeah and hes always talking about how I'm the wing man because I can't get any myself."

You feel a pang of hurt for the beautiful man in front of you. Keigo is an asshole. But you cant get rid of the feeling of being drawn to him over and over again. Maybe this Dabi guy will change that. Doubtful, but possible.

"Let's go prove him wrong!" You say excitedly, downing the remainder of your first drink and grabbing your second, standing up.

"Shit, I'd be glad to show you off, babe." He said, linking arms with you and pulling you towards his group of friends.

"Hey fuck face-" Dabi begins, making Keigo look over. "-I got a hot one myself, tonight." He flips him a middle finger, snickering.

Keigo pays no mind to his friend, or the brunette, for a moment. He can only look at you as his face drops. Why are you here? In that fucking dress? With Dabi? What the fuck is going on? You look too good to be in a nasty bar like this and you know it.

His eyes are filled with panic as he remembers his situation, the girl beside him trailing her fingers up his arm.

"O-oh nice dude. Didn't uh- think you had it in you." He stutters out, trying to pry his eyes from your chest.

Seeing him flustered instead of you was invigorating. Making Keigo nervous might be your new favorite feeling. Seeing his face turn pink, his eyes dart up and down your body, landing on Dabi's arm intertwined with yours. You felt powerful and you loved it.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, nice to meet you guys!" You put your hand out to shake Keigo and his arm candy's hands, fully confident for once.

"I'm Laci!" She says, her acrylic nails brushing your hand before you pull apart.

"K-keigo. I'm Keigo." He introduces himself, a sick feeling in his gut. He shouldn't be shaking your hand, he should be focused on fucking Laci and then calling you tomorrow. Or he should be taking you into the bathroom and punishing you for this bullshit stunt.

He watches the way Dabi's arm trails down to the small of your back as you both settle in to the atmosphere, feeling sick.

He turns back to Laci, putting his finger under her chin and kissing her, hoping to regain his control over you, but it's too late. He can see Dabi's fingers playing with the hem of your short dress and he sees the way you sigh, looking up at Dabi with a smile.

"So- you from around here?" Keigo needs you to be away from Dabi. Away from him. Away from this bar. He needs you back at home, texting him and wanting him.

He needs to hear you say that your cunt is his.

"Yeah! I actually live like, what, 10 minutes away? Grew up here and everything!" You reply, allowing Dabi's hands to trail further up your thigh, not reacting. Did you love the feeling of his scarred hands? Yes. But did you wish they were Keigos? Unfortunately also yes.

"Nice. Pretty sure Laci's from around here too, right babe?" He asks the girl to his right, hoping the nickname will hit you in the chest.

And it does.

"Yeah! Half hour away!" She responds, unaware that not a single soul actually cares. Poor girl.

You have to take the reigns back and keep them. And you know just how to do it.

"Well, I think Dabi and I were gonna head out soon, yeah?" You ask, looking up into Dabi's eyes, taking note of the way his pupils dilate.

"Yeah, we were, angel." He confirms, looking back to his friend. "You mind staying here a while, man?"

Keigo feels the color drain from his face. He could puke right now. He could punch Dabi. He could drag you out of here and fuck you in the alley. He could withhold cumming from you for a week. But then, everyone would know. Know what?

That he has actual fucking feelings for you. And that he's scared.

"Yeah man. Be nice to her." He affirms, trying to laugh it off.

Watching you two leave the bar made Keigo's head swim. He had to stop it- he had to do something.

But he couldnt.

Reaching the apartment Dabi and Keigo share, you can already feel the heat in your core. Once you got inside the apartment that you'd never seen before now, you looked around. You'd always wondered what Keigo's place would look like. He always insisted to go to your place.

All thoughts were erased from your mind as you were pushed against the wall by Dabi, his arms caging you in and his breath fanning over your ear and neck as he assaulted your neck with his tongue and lips, confirming that you wanted this.

You moan without meaning to when he reaches the sweet spot right under your ear, making him sink his teeth in and suck on your neck.

"Fuck, Dabi-" You moan, noting the way his name feels different from Kei's.

"Gonna be a good girl tonight, yeah?" He asks, moving his lips down your neck to your chest.

"God, yes."

"Oh, baby. I'm your god tonight." He informed you, making you even wetter than you already were.

His hands grab the back of your thighs, and you knowingly jump into his embrace, kissing him harshly.

You felt yourself being carried to a bedroom that you assume is Dabi's, though being in Keigo's room would add insult to injury- plus it'd be kinda funny.

He kicks the door shut behind him, laying you on his bed, taking his shirt off and diving back into your neck and chest to continue his assault with his mouth.

"God, please- need you-" You whimper.

"Pretty girls always beg the most- isn't it ironic?" He chuckles, standing back up enough to pull your dress off of you, leaving you in a matching set of lingerie. "You certainly had a goal tonight, huh, angel?" His eyes burned holes in your tits.

"You could say that." You giggle, grabbing his arms and pulling him back down to your lips.

His hands trail up your torso, finding their way under your bra, fingers tweaking your nipples.

"Fuck- more-" You moan out, trying to grind into his hardening dick to get some kind of relief.

"Ah ah ah, youre gonna wait, angel." He says, gabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together. For a second, he thinks about spitting in your mouth, but you grind back up into his groin, making him groan instead.

Spreading your legs with his knee, he grinds it into your core, eyes boring into yours.

"Shit- you're so needy." He says softly into your ear before you moves down to where you need him the most. "Bra off, angel. I'll handle this one." He says, lifting your hips and taking your panties off in one motion.

You sit up slightly to take your bra off and flop back down, Dabi wasting no time to dive into your pussy.

"Shit!" You squeal, feeling his tongue piercing against your clit.

He continues to waste no time, his dick painfully hard and pushing against his jeans. Pushing a finger into your pussy, he puts his other hand on your hip to steady your thrusting.

"Holy fuck- Dabi!"

On the other side of the door, Keigo walks into the shared apartment- alone. He didn't have it in him to bring her home after she started talking about her major in school. That shit did not get him hard.

What did get him hard were your moans.

Unfortunately, you were moaning his best friend's name- not his. Still, his dick began to get hard.

Scoffing at his luck, he went for the fridge, getting a beer and sitting on the couch. He turned the TV on in hopes it would drown you two out.

But your moans only got louder as Dabi pushed another finger in and began biting your thighs, bringing tears to your eyes.

"Please- I'm gonna cum let me cum- oh fuck!" You bury your hands in his hair, pulling a little and making him moan into your cunt. His fingers went impossibly harder, making you cum all over his face, crying tears of overstimulation.

Dabi stood up above you, wiping his face taking his pants and underwear off together. "Angel you look so pretty crying for me." He chuckled, letting his dick fall onto your messy center as he began lining himself up. "So wet for me, baby."

"Fuck me fuck me fuck m-"

You were cut off by Dabi pushing into you all at once, making you scream.

Keigo's dick was uncomfortable straining against his pants as his eyes welled up with tears. That should be him fucking you. Why did he have to toy with you and use you instead of being honest. Why are your moans so fucking angelic?

His brain went to a darker place as he noted that he would be able to hear you both better in his own room through the thin walls.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he put his empty beer can on the table and leaned his head back, rubbing his eyes.

Every moan from your mouth made him remember what your tight pussy feels like.

He couldn't seem to stop himself as he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, wiping his pre cum down his shaft with his eyes closed.

"Take this cock angel- fuck youre so tight." Dabi groaned out, feeling your velvety walls squeeze his dick.

He was hitting every spot imaginable, his cock longer than Keigos, but not as thick.

"I wanna cum again so bad- god- please!" You begged, making Dabi go impossibly harder.

"Do it then, milk my dick angel." He groaned at you, making you reach your second high of the night, squeezing his dick.

"Shit if you keep- fucking- doing that I'm gonna cum angel."

"In- in me! I'm- pill- fuck!" You stumbled over your words, brain turning to mush. Your nails dug into his back as you held onto whatever sense your had left in your brain.

"Oh fuck, angel. Thats it- take it right- there. Oh fuck." Dabi groaned as his hips stuttered, his seed pouring into your cunt making you scream- somehow reaching another climax.

Hearing your final moans made Keigo cum onto his hand, face red and panting as the embarrassment of the situation set in. He just fucked his hand to another guy fucking you instead of just taking some girl home.

He felt so pathetic grabbing tissues from the coffee table and wiping his hand off.

Standing up and pulling his pants back up, he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Panting and leaving light moans in the air, you felt Dabi wiping you off slightly with a towel form his floor. You didn't allow yourself to think about that.

He tossed you his shirt from earlier that night, wordlessly telling you to sleep over.

You stood up putting the shirt on, feeling the mixture of your slick and his cum dripping down your legs.

"Gonna use the bathroom-" You said, a little out of breath still.

"Second door on the left." He informed you, settling back into his bed with underwear back on.

You nodded and walked out the door, noting that you could hear the TV on in the living room. Was that on when we were out there?

You opened a closet in the hallway before you entered the bathroom, finding a washcloth.

"Thank fuck." You whispered to yourself.

Walking into the bathroom and over to the counter, you turned on the sink and ran the wash cloth under the warm water, sighing. Keigo was somehow still in the back of your mind.

You hear the door quietly shut and lock, making you look up to the mirror.

You see Keigo in the reflection and turn around, suddenly caged against the counter by his arms.

"Shit, Keigo! What the hell is your-" You were cut off.

"-Problem?" He asks, reaching behind you to shut the water off, letting his breath hit your neck as he whispered. "You really think I'm gonna let that shit slide? Pulling a stunt like that and fucking my best friend while you know damn well that this-" You reaches down to your unclothed, wet cunt, slapping it lightly making you gasp. "- is my pussy? I hope you have some left in you, princess."

He lifts you up onto the counter, making you dizzy with arousal knowing your plan worked. He finally realized.

The only problem is, now Dabi's on your mind too.

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the way im gonna end up making a part 2 lmao

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bluemusickid · 3 years

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Could you please write a Chris Evans imagine where the reader is an actress and has to shave her head or cut her hair short for a role and is worried that chris will no lomger be attracted to her anymore? And he reassures her that he loves her no matter what?

Oh damn, that's sweet. Lemme see what I can do. :)

My Girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Warnings: fluff, self image issues, a lil anxiety, but it all works out in the end, mention of hair, 18+, MINORS DNI

A/N: This is such a cute request and I hope I have fulfilled it, atleast 50%, nonnie! Thanks for this wonderful request!! :) I personally, am conscious about my hair because it's reaaaallly curly and gets tangled really easily, but I still love it. So yeah, this reader kinda is me. 😅

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You groaned. It had been a week since you'd gotten your call sheet, and your fittings were tomorrow. The role was a juicy one, but the requirements were tough. You had to shave your hair, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your hair was your pride and joy, and you took impeccable care of it. They were everyone's envy, and self admittedly one of the few things about yourself that you were really proud of.

Maybe you should just GI Jane it. Demi looked hot, and so would you. Wouldn't you?

Sighing, you remembered all those times Chris's fingers would be buried in your thick mane, kissing you senseless, or to slow you down when you would make him feel good. He was obsessed with your hair and the feel of it between his fingers, he made sure he would tell you every time.

You dropped the razor quickly, as though it might burn you. If it weren't for the damned contract, you would've walked away. Why did you listen to your team? You groaned, getting up. You needed to go for a run, just to clear your mind. Many would think it stupid, that you were lamenting the loss of your hair, but it really was a big deal for you. You plugged in your earphones and took off, mind running mile a minute.

Panting, you take off your shoes as you make your way to your bathroom, earphones still blasting loud music. The loud tones of Arctic Monkeys drowned out Chris' voice as you began undressing, unaware of his presence.

You turned around absent-mindedly and screamed, only to see him giggle at your horror.

"You IDIOT, I NEARLY DIED OF A HEART ATTACK!" you screamed, your heart hammering away in your ribcage. The man and his childish pranks would be the death of you someday, you were sure of it.

"Sorry, baby, but you were blasting music; I was fully well having a conversation with you but you didn't hear me!"

"Sorry, sorry, I guess that's on me." You grumbled, half heartedly.

"What were you saying?"

"I was asking you why you kept the razor on the counter. Were you gonna give Dodger a shave?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." You muttered. He did not need to know about your anxiety, and you were pretty sure he would laugh at you.

"Hey, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, of course." You murmured, trying to look preoccupied. You were sure that if he looked into your eyes, you would melt.

He walked to you, nudging your chin upwards. "Talk to me, baby. Is something wrong?"

You hesitated. Would he understand?

"I...There's a prerequisite for my new role. I...kinda have to...shave my hair off. Like all of it."

He raised his eyebrows. "And?"

"And?"

"What are you worried about, then?"

You arched an eyebrow. "Exactly that."

"Exactly what?" He said, a bit cluelessly.

"Jesus Christ, Christopher. You're so obtuse sometimes." You huffed, walking off.

"What did I do now?"

You rubbed a hand over your face. Him not understanding was everything you were afraid of, and here he was doing the same thing.

"My hair is very important to me. You can say that it's one of the few things I actually love about myself, about my...looks. And I know that it sounds stupid, and that it's just "hair", but it really means a lot to me. I'm afraid that if I shave my hair, I'll lose the one thing I love the most: you."

"Me? What?!"

"Yeah, you might find me...I dunno...weird to look at or something. You could leave me." You whispered, your voice suddenly cracking. You didn't even consider the possibility of him leaving.

"Sweetheart, look at me. Please."

You met his gaze, dubiously. His blue eyes brimmed with love and sincerity; soft and filled with unspoken emotion.

"You are the most gorgeous person I've ever met, on the inside and outside. I love every part of you, and will always do so. While I do love your hair, it isn't the only part of you I like. I'm not with you because of your hair, I'm with you because of your kind heart and your great personality."

Circling his arms around your waist, he urged you closer, resting your head on his chest. You wound your arms tightly around him, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You are not defined by your physical attributes, honey. They're a part of you. And you're gonna kill me for saying this, but it's hair. It grows back. So many actors have shaved their hair for roles. And you know what? I know you'll look spectacular and kill it on the screen, like you always do."

Dropping a soft kiss on your forehead, he whispered, "We're in it for the long haul, babe. Looks are not gonna get in the way of what we have. You were, are, and always will be the most beautiful woman to me."

"In the world?" You pouted.

He laughed. "Yes."

"In the Universe?"

"Yes."

"In the galaxy?"

He scratched his beard. "I dunno. There might be hotter aliens out there."

He chuckled as you swatted him. Goofball.

You both were in the bathroom, the razor whirring in your hand.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked, trepidation ripe in your voice.

"Yes. Solidarity, sister."

"Ugh. I love you, but please, never say that."

He chuckled as you ran the razor over his head, shaving off his wonderful locks. You loved his hair, and you were kinda sad to see it being shaved off. But he was right. It's hair. It grows back.

You marvelled at your handiwork. Chris with a buzzcut was...hot. And his spiky hair felt good too. Your core tightened as you imagined where else it would feel good.

"I know what you're thinking, babe. Let's get done with this, and we might indulge some of those thoughts."

You grinned. "You're too darn perceptive, babe. Might get you in trouble, you know?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Really? Lookin' forward to it, then."

"Ready?"

You took a deep breath and nodded. Locking eyes with him in the mirror, he winked at you before running the razor over your head.

Eeeeeep, not sure how this turned out. Hope everyone liked it. Please do leave a comment, and reblog, it really helps me out. Thanks!

-Lexi.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 4 months

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idk if you know that burrito blanket meme but perhaps a request for cold weather and toasty blankets?? wrapping up mikey in a blanket like a burrito and fucking him that way so he cant get away or move his limbs??

Pairings: Mikey x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Mikey, bondage technically LOL, creampie, whiny/childish Mikey

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: I think I know exactly what you're talking about, anon. Or maybe it's a similar meme lol. The one I saw goes like: "Sad sushi -> roll sushi in blanket -> place sushi roll on couch -> dick that sushi nice and hard! -> happy lil sushi roll!"

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

“Y/n it's sooo cooold!!” Mikey groaned for what seemed like the millionth time today. He did this every single time you had to stop cuddling. Bathroom break? Mikey complains. Go grab a snack/drink? Mikey whines. Fetch another blanket since it's “freezing”? Mikey holds onto your arm so that you can't walk away

“C'mon, cuddle with me!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose before turning around to face him again. “Mikey I need to pee. It only takes me like, two minutes. Not even.”

“What if I freeze to death before you get back!” Ok now he is really being dramatic...

“You're not gonna freeze, Mikey. I'll be right back.” As you shut the door to the bathroom you could hear the exaggerated moans and groans of your partner. Whining into the couch cushion like a child. If he was really so cold, then you'll find a way to keep him nice and toasty

As soon as you finish up in the bathroom, you dash over to the closet and pull out another blanket, bringing it back to the living room in a huff. Mikey looks up at you with outstretched arms, silently begging for more cuddles. Instead you make him stand up so that you can wrap the blanket around him — effectively turning your boyfriend into a warm burrito

“Heeeyy!! Y/n, how am I supposed to cuddle with you now?” He whined, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Your response was pushing his fluffy self back onto the couch, pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift motion

“Y-y/n—?!” Mikey gulped, getting pulled by his thighs so that his legs now rested on either side of your waist

A glare silenced the boy rather quickly. Shrinking down in his little cocoon while you explained, “If you wanna be whiny I'm going to fuck you until you're too stupid to speak, understand?” You said with no real malice, simply a warning for Mikey not to push your buttons too much

Mikey whimpered but nodded nonetheless. Watching as you spit on your cock and stroked yourself a little. He knew exactly what was coming next— a familiar pang of pain hit his nerves when you pressed the tip of your dick inside of him. Pushing past the rim a little at a time

Another glob of spit fell onto his entrance and your tip, acting as shoddy lube. The burning stretch caused Mikey to wince, scrunching his face up as you filled him halfway. You shushed him, gently caressing his tensed thighs and petting his hair as you allowed him to adjust some more

Shallow thrusts helped him get used to your size, eventually leading into full on slamming into Mikey's hole like he was nothing more than a fleshlight. Deep and hard. Using his current burrito state as a means to dick him down as hard as you could; surely bruising his poor thighs

“Fffuck– Gonna cum, Mikey—!! ” You groaned, an iron grip around his little legs. “Gonna fill you with somethin' nice and warm, babe~ ” Gazing down at your baby boy's fucked out expression is what tipped you over the edge — cumming with a choked moan

When you eventually pulled out, some of your cum dribbled out and down Mikey's ass, eliciting adorable sounds from him. Maybe while he's stuck like this you'll fill him a little more? Keep him warm and cozy with your cum bloating his tummy

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goobiegoobert · 2 years

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great googly MOOGLY you do Stardew Valley as well??? holy hell i think i found my new favorite blog. your writing is really, REALLY good, that sunny and moon tattoo fluff has me choking and sobbing and foaming at the mouth in the club rn

on a different note, since your requests are open, do you think you could do a stardew valley Shane x reader?? fem reader, masc reader, gn reader -- doesn't matter, im just weak at the knees for the grouchy garbage man... just a crumb of love and happiness for the sad lad...

Everybody loves somebody, sometimes…

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A/n: OH SHIT ITS TIME YES,,,, C'MERE IM KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD RN YOU AND ME ON SIGHT. You have NO right to be this fucking sweet because fuck man this has me sobbing tears of joy,, have this lil drabble Warnings: Mild hurt/comfort, mentions of depressive thoughts, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, alcohol is present, stay safe babes <3

[gn!reader] ____________________

Do you like the rain?

Rather, what takes place on those times? It was quite a confusing ideal to be frank, Shane never knew what to do on a daily basis no matter the weather. After JojaMart had closed down for good within the valley, time itself seemed to move at a snails pace, nothing went smoothly down as he'd normally been one to hope. Drowning the ever standing anger and sadness within the beer served ready over at the Saloon, often going days without making it home to see Jas before bed. Within the man's mind, it was for the best. This exchanged proved for the better, right? Jas didn't need to see her shitty excuse parental figure and Shane could simply pour his sorrows down the drain into nothingness only to wake with little to no idea of what had happened the day before, killing themselves oh so slowly, in his mind Shane knew this would never make him feel better.. But this way it was an escaping mechanism he could stop any moment he wanted to, right?

Many things had given them thought to stop before, Marine constantly reprimanding their behaviours, Gus simply not serving them anything more once it came down to closing time. This is just to name a few, but the one equalizer to this was a somewhat new farmer in town.

It seemed every time they'd show up into the saloon and place an order to grab some coffee, it struck a chord deep within him, desperately clinging to the idea of dropping the glass halfway drained of the potent mellowing liquid just to get a chance at talking with you, even if it was a half-hearted wave and roll of his eyes truly it did make his day much more memorable.

Yet here they laid, originally wanting to catch the lovely scenery like Marnie had suggested.. How lovely it should've been! Alas, bringing a few beer cans along wasn't all that helpful in the slightest. Sitting beneath the dreary drizzling sky with soft groans hissing after Shane's poison of choice seemed to spill past their lips when guzzling the damned thing down, everything felt so far away and yet all too close. As if needles pricked at their skin from all angles while it seemed the pain numbed out into nothingness. As if he was on a heavy cloud threatening to pull him down into the ether below, desperate to claw their way back, all he could manage was to lay there with rubbish around clinging to the droplets of rain from the sky.

That was how Shane's story would seem to end, except the fact you'd come to visit Robin's in desperate need of some spare stone.

Oh! So gently your hands were the moment it found way to him, it truly wormed its way to their dead heart even beneath this haze the drunkard couldn't quite help himself at this moment, only taking to lean within your touch warmly as they'd drip along reality. Later in the timeline, he'd of course ignore and banter that it was nothing, simply your own narrative weaved to make you feel like the hero. But here it was safe, able to feel your worried brushes along Shane's skin yet far too out of it in order to grumble about backing off his boundaries. In the end, maybe he required this, someone to physically let him know they're here. The farmer truly did care, huh?

Potentially, he could try going another day living in this rundown village. If it meant living to see your smile from the sidelines, then it wouldn't be too hard.

#shane drabble #stardew shane x reader #💾 . boo's spooks #i had a little too much fun writing this #like muah i love this man #stardew x reader #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort drabble

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cuddlyscribe · 3 years

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Could you do the nsfw alphabet letters D F J V W for deidara and hidan please? Thank you!

heck yes, anon!! thank you (as well as others who sent in requests) for your patience! summer is here for me, so I am beyond happy to finally have loads of free time to dedicate to my blogs now 🥺I hope you enjoy my dear! ❤️

d ➜ dirty secret

not sure if this counts as a dirty secret per-say, but he thinks it's a little silly and he's embarrassed to admit it to you

but he really wants to have sex with you while a bunch of his art explodes in the background

just that chaotic artistic energy of his combined with his favorite person gets him harder than he'd care to admit

he may tell you about it one day in the future, but until then he'll be mulling over it very carefully in his mind

f ➜ favorite position

any position where he can eat you out or suck you off is his favorite, and he takes no criticism

when it comes to giving head, he enjoys making it a bit of a competition. he wants to try and get you to be so fucked out that you can't do anything except moan his name and pull his hair a lil

stares intently at you to soak in every little detail, committing your expression to memory

now that I think about it, deidara is very partial to 69 as his favorite position 🤔

j ➜ jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yes.

LOL no but seriously, as a member of the akatsuki he is away from you more than he'd like. as much as nothing could ever hope to feel as good as you, his mind will sometimes get flooded with horny thoughts and he has to release that tension somehow

is one of the big reasons why he always looks at you so intently during sex. he wants to have those memories stored so that when he's gone, he'll be able to play them back in vivid detail

in short, deidara certainly doesn't prefer jerking off and just does it as a tension reliever while away on missions

v ➜ volume (how loud are they, etc.)

somewhere between quiet and loud; he hits that sweet spot of being juuuust loud enough to irritate sasori in the other room

he doesn't moan all that loudly, but the dirty talk is where it's at

it's not at hidan-level loud, but he isn't afraid to shout a bit especially when he's getting close

lots of satisfied sighs and groans, though. will also chuckle lowly when he knows he's gotten you all worked up

w ➜ wild card (random headcanon)

deidara is of course an artist, and he is inspired by strong emotions to make pieces

you are indeed his muse, and your sex life is often the inspiration behind his more abstract sculptures

they often evoke pleasure and elation; something he says is always what he feels when he's with you (sexually or otherwise)

you can always tell when he's inspired after sex because he'll just get this glow in his eyes and sprint off totally naked to his workbench

(I'll admit I struggled a bit with hidan because I want to stay true to his character, but I have this tendency to make everyone I write softer than they probably should be LOL. I hope you'll still enjoy ❤️)

d ➜ dirty secret

he'd never ever admit it probably, but he has this deep desire to be dominated by you.

as we all know, hidan likes to be in charge and the dom pretty much all the time, but he can't ignore this need to be a sub

if you really beg with him to spill the beans, he probably will (because it's you of course)

he'll try to explain himself out of it but by then it'll be too late, im sure ;)

f ➜ favorite position

always, always fucking you from behind. I know it's cliche to say, but I can't say that it doesn't make sense

this guy is rough, and he wants to be able to smack your ass and pull your hair and fuck you senseless all at the same time

he's obsessed with the way he can pull you up to him too, teasing your neck with his fingers if you are a fan of breath play

his hands fit perfectly at your waist, and he isn't afraid to remind you of it

j ➜ jack off (masturbation headcanon)

actually, after you two got together hidan hasn't jerked off once!

yes he's also out on missions just as much as deidara, but he personally doesn't have a need to release tension that way when he's been gone awhile

not that he hasn't tried before, but he was just never satisfied with how it felt for him

all he gets is frustrated, but that just means he's gonna jump your bones right away when he gets back

v ➜ volume (how loud are they, etc.)

you probably saw this coming before you even clicked on the read more, but hidan is a LOUD motherfucker

moans, groans, dirty talk, all of it is at a ridiculously high volume. but that certainly doesn't mean you get drowned out

he looooves to hear you make noises for him, and he lets out this huge laugh whenever you mewl for him

passing by kakuzu is an exercise in embarrassment

w ➜ wild card (random headcanon)

he gets turned on like nobody's business when you talk back to him in bed

get sassy, be a brat! he loves ALL of it and he can hardly contain himself when you throw him a good comeback

your banter often turns into sex, so it might not be such a big surprise that giving him attitude is a surefire way to get railed LOL

especially sharp replies will earn you a one way trip to a crazy orgasm

#smuttyscribe #naruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto headcanons #deidara #deidara x reader #deidara x reader headcanons #deidara smut #hidan #hidan x reader #hidan headcanons #hidan smut

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bobathirstaccount · 3 years

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Omg my lil blog has been getting lots of love lately… ty 🥺🤎

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Pretty Woman

Boba x fem!reader, smut

It’s lust at first sight and a case of mistaken identity with you and Boba…

TW: unprotected sex, mention of sex work

*****

The music blared and the dim lighting made it annoyingly difficult to see. You had lost the friend you had come with, and had backed yourself up into a wall to get your bearings. You were just thinking about leaving when you happened to see him.

Strobe lights periodically lit up different areas of the club. He was sitting alone with his head somewhat down, drink in hand. Immediately you were intrigued. Just like you, he did not quite belong here. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to figure him out. He seemed to sense eyes on himself, raising his head. You continued to watch him from across the room. Someone brushed past you and you glanced at them. When you looked back, he was staring at you. Your heart beat kicked up and your palms got a bit sweaty, but you kept his gaze. You were curious.

*Boba stared back at a beautiful prostitute. She was obviously trying to get his attention; why he was not sure. But he felt a small fire light in his lower gut as he returned her gaze.*

The strobe lights continued their rotation, lighting him up every so often. The two of you continued to exchange glances. Finally when the light hit his area, he was gone. You looked around the bar but he was nowhere to be seen. You frowned and took a step back to lean against the wall, your hand behind you to feel where it was. It came into contact with the rough wall. You turned lightly, stopping abruptly when you realized someone was right next to you. You looked into his eyes. You gave a small gasp, your eyes widening in surprise. A small smile played around his eyes. He reached out slowly to put a hand on your waist. You grabbed his cowl with both hands, pulling him roughly into the wall. He caught you from slamming into it. Your lips met in a kiss which made your panties wet.

The kiss deepened as you brought your hands to his face, the pads of your fingers tracing his scarring lightly. He pressed you into the wall, his body coming into contact with yours. You felt your breasts smoosh up against him and sighed. When you pulled away for air, his dark eyes bored into yours, searching. You leaned into his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

*Boba gently grabbed her waist, surprising her. Her mouth opened slightly, making him want to kiss her right then. To his surprise, he found himself forcefully pulled into the wall. She kissed him readily as she gently caressed his face. He enjoyed the sensation as the fire in his gut grew and spread to his loins. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so much for free, but as a sales technique it had something to it. When she had whispered into his ear he knew immediately he was going to be out several hundred credits.*

You pushed yourself off the wall, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers with his. You pulled him through the back exit. The quietness of the alley was a stark contrast to the din of the club. You led him to one dumpster, which was already occupied. The two of you had to try several spots until he finally pushed you into a wall. You put your hands against the wall, heart racing as his fingers traced up your leg. The fabric of your short dress drug up your body, tickling you. His hands traveled up your dress to your tits. He cupped them as he pushed you into the wall with his strong body. You both moaned as his cock rubbed into your pussy folds through your panties.

*Boba sandwiched her between himself and the wall, eager to feel her pussy wrapped around him. He groped her, his hands coming to rest on her perfect tits. As he grabbed them gently, he rubbed his cock between her legs. It was greeted by her wet panties. He let out a surprised moan, caught off guard that she was so wet. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled her wonderful scent.*

One of his hands snaked its way down the front of your body to your panties. He slowly pulled them down your hips, anticipation making you tingle. His cock appeared at your sopping entrance. You pushed back onto him, moaning and throwing your head back. He had his face buried in your neck. You felt him penetrate you fully, stretching your walls as he grunted his pleasure. He thrust into you urgently, his other gloved hand still grabbing you by the tit.

*Boba fucked into his woman. He liked thinking of her like that, if only for a few minutes. Her pussy was hot and needy, and she felt incredible around him. He fucked her slowly, wanting to make it last. She had him as hard as beskar.*

You felt him grow even harder as he continued to fuck you against the wall. Suddenly he pulled out and turned you around. You took the opportunity to jump into his arms. He plunged himself back into your cunt, his hands on your body exploring you again. Again you brought your hands to his face and kissed him. You lewdly spread your legs wide, encouraging him to fuck you harder. He groaned and his fucking became sloppier. He broke the kiss with you to whisper against your lips, “It would be heaven to cum in your pussy.”

*Boba knew he was making an expensive request, but he was willing to pay for it. The feeling of her wet heat around him was driving him crazy, making him want to hold her against the wall and fuck her like an animal. Unconsciously his fucking became harder as he imagined what it would be like. “Then go to heaven,” your reply made his balls tighten as he desperately fucked into you, his entire body feeling tingly and tense. He tried to speak but ended up mumbling into your shoulder as he stiffened, his vision almost going black. He felt himself cumming, cock coating your walls deep inside of you.*

You came on his cock as you felt him strain against you, grunting and mumbling something about how beautiful you were. You called out, body deliciously crushed between the wall and his own. Your cunt clenched around him. Your body tingled and you saw stars as you felt him cum as well. He stopped moving, hesitating while deep inside of you. You kissed him languidly and he returned it ferociously. Finally it ended, and you buried your face into his chest as he set you down. You looked into each other’s eyes and kissed one final time before separating. He spoke softly looking down, “How much?”

“Huh?” You were straightening your clothing.

“For… er, your time,” he stumbled through the words, feeling oddly nervous.

A small smirk formed on your lips before you replied, “How much you think?” You ran a hand down your throat and chest, grabbing the hem of your dress seductively. He seemed entranced momentarily. You moved towards him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. He swallowed and looked you in the eye questioningly. You leaned in close again, “I’m not a sex worker.” You pulled away, but brought your hands to his broad shoulders.

Boba blinked in confusion. “Why would you fuck me then?” He asked plainly, voice gruff. You pressed yourself against him alluringly, feeling sexy, “Cause I wanted to.” You heard a short laugh, then a pause. You looked up into his soft expression. You brought your forefinger and thumb to his chin, and drew him into another kiss. He seemed totally focused on you. You pressed your tits against him for good measure, before asking, “Will you come home with me?”

*Boba heard the question but didn’t really process it for a moment. Home? With her? He nodded his head stupidly.*

You smiled as he nodded his head, solemnly watching you. You again interlaced your fingers with his, “Come on, baby. Tell me your name…”

#boba smut #boba x you #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett x you #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #boba x reader

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit).

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it.

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time.

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon.

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal.

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber.

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand.

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright.

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building.

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down.

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

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slytherinbangchan · 4 years

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College Tutor! Hyunjin (Nerdy HJ- Requested)

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Warnings: Smut, corruption kink, sub Hyunjin.

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem Reader.

Word count: 2.7k

You've been failing so much in college lately. Honestly you should just stop partying and focus on studying for a while but that's so boring and almost impossible for you to do. It's not like you haven't tried but you end up sleeping and mainly binge watching stuff til the next party.

And now here you are at the library looking for a seat. You sigh and look around before sitting right in front of Hyunjin. You know him from some classes where he's always there before anyone else in the mornings sitting in the front row. Someone told you a while ago he had a crush on you but he's probably over it by now.

You watch Hyunjin for a while as he takes notes. He looks nice today. You never paid that much attention to him before but doing anything but studying is good enough for you and in this case your attention is all over him right now.

You're biting on your pen when he looks up into your eyes and you smile. 'Did you need anything?' He ask with a sober tone and you chuckle softly. 'No, but I can't focus'. You say and he sighs. 'You just got here, it's impossible you're already tired'. He says as he keeps writing down stuff. 'I know, I can never focus no matter how hard I try'. You inform him and he scoffs as he smiles. 'But you're not dumb at all as some people say. Sounds like ADHD to me'. He says looking at you for a second before re-reading what he just wrote. You smirk. 'How do you know I'm not dumb? Maybe I am'. He looks up and fixes his glasses delicately with a finger. 'Well, some time ago right before an exam, you told one of your friends you didn't even take a look at what we had to study for the test and asked him to explain it to you. He had like 8 minutes to explain everything and still you got almost the highest score'. He says and you chuckle. 'Ah, right. Guess that's the only thing that works for me'. You say but he just keeps writing.

'Hyunjin'. You call him but he doesn't look at you this time. He knows what's coming next. 'Can you tutor me?' You ask and he scoffs as he smiles. 'You think I have time for that?' You frown. 'C'mooon. You're my last chance to survive the academic part of college'. You say then move to sit next to him. Your hand is on his thigh now as you whisper to him. 'Pretty please Hyunjinnie'. You pout. You squeeze his thigh and he suddenly blushes and closes all his books nervously. 'O-Okay'. He says. ‘Really??’ You ask and he nods. 'But you have to respect my schedule'. You smile and hug him happily. 'Of course. Whenever you’re free just text me okay?' You say and he blushes even more as he puts some books over his lap. ‘Yeah, just... Go now. I’ll see you later’. He says as he keeps putting stuff over his lap. You wonder what’s going on with him suddenly but decide not to think much of it.

Anyway you leave the library and head to the dorms. A bit later you receive a text from Hyunjin informing you that he's free tonight at 10pm. It's a bit late in your opinion but you promised you'd adapt to him since he's doing you a favour.

You sadly say bye to your roommate who's leaving for a party and take a quick shower before Hyunjin arrives.

He looks so tired when you open the door for him. His books fall from his arms over your desk as you watch him from bed. 'What are you doing there? Come here, you can't study in bed'. He says and you chuckle. 'Oh my, my...' You say as you stand up smiling then take your roommate's chair to sit next to him. 'Is this okay, professor?' You say and he blushes. 'Shut up and please take this seriously'. He says. You bite your lips as you feel some kind of electricity running through your body after hearing him. He looks so serious but you can tell he's clearly nervous around you. Just like this morning at the library.

He starts explaining and you try to focus and listen to him but soon you're lost in how his lips are moving, and how his hands hold the pen he's using to point at what he’s reading to you in the book.

He just looks so good and correct and pure and you just want to mess with every part of it.

'Hyunjin, do you have a girlfriend?' You ask out of nowhere and he sighs. 'What are you talking about now? Are you even listening to what I'm saying?' He asks and you smile. 'A boyfriend?' You ignore him and ask again making him blush. 'I'm not dating anyone. Why do you care anyway? You wanna joke about it later with your popular friends?' He asks still blushing and you smile as you softly comb his hair with your fingers, then you lean over him and wait for a moment just cms away from his lips before kissing him.

At first he's a bit clumsy and doesn't know what to do with his tongue so you pull away. 'Hyunjin, was that your first kiss?' You ask and he blushes. 'Y-Yes'. He says and you bite your lips trying to hide your excitement. 'Mm, I see. Should I kiss you again?' You ask and he nods. 'Okay follow my lead then'. You say and he nods again right before your lips collide a second time. He's moaning into the kiss after a while making your heart race at how whiny he is already.

You leave a trail of kisses and bites all the way from his lips to his collarbone then you take a look to his crotch. 'This must hurt huh?' You ask as you poke his hard cock over his pants and he blushes even more. 'Should we move to my bed?' You say as you stand up but he doesn't move. 'Are you okay?' You ask and he looks away a bit embarrassed. 'Sorry y/n. I don't think I'm ready for that yet'. He says and your heart skips a beat. You have practically heart eyes right now. He looks so cute and innocent. You have to bite your lips not to squeal. You want to take that innocence away and make him your dirty lil toy.

But for now you tilt your head as you smile. 'That's fine sweetie. Don't you want to keep kissing a bit longer though?' You ask and he looks at the books for a second feeling guilty about you missing your tutoring hour before shyly standing up and joining you in bed.

You kiss him as soon as he's there and leave some love bites on his neck. Then your roommate appears. 'Oh, this is what you call studying y/n?' She laughs making Hyunjin blush again but you laugh it off too. 'Shut up. Why are you back? Go to that party'. You say and she chuckles. 'Yeah I'm just here to change my dress. Someone spilled a drink on it'. She says as she changes her dress right there. Hyunjin blushes even more as he looks away from your friend and you chuckle before kissing him. 'You're so cute'. You say and your friend says bye but you don't care. You're too focussed on Hyunjin. 'A-Am I?' He asks and you nod. 'Yes, yes you are love. Would you be my cute little toy? I want you to be mine so bad'. You say. 'Y-You do? But I'm a virgin... I have no experience at all...' He says and you kiss him. 'Mhm~ I'll teach you everything you need to know'. You say then peck his cheek. 'How does that sound, love? It's okay if you don't want to though' . You say as you softly caress his face and he kisses you before answering. 'Yes... I want to.. Please play with me all you want from now on'.

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Days pass and you promised Hyunjin you would take your tutoring hours seriously after that night so you try your best to do so. You're more distracted than ever in classes though. Your eyes drift to him so many times without you even noticing. But he's so cute and handsome. Your mind goes wild thinking of all the ways you wanna mess with him in bed. You can't believe you never noticed him before.

And you're having so much fun with him. Pushing him inside empty classrooms just to make out, and he gets so blushy and needy. It makes your heart flutter.

The class ends and you go say hi to him. 'Will I see you tonight?' You ask and he nods. Then he holds your hand to take you to a quieter place. 'So... I was thinking. Maybe we could do it tonight?' He says. 'Yeah?' You smile and he simply nods. 'Sure'. You say and he sweetely smiles. 'Okay, do you mind if we do it in my room though? My roommate is leaving for the weekend so we'll be completely alone'. He says and you agree then he pecks your lips before leaving.

The rest of your day flies after those news and soon you're standing right in front of his room.

He opens the door and blushes lightly as soon as he sees you. 'You look so beautiful y/n'. He says and you peck his lips. 'You look hot'. You reply and he laughs. 'Thank you. I took off my glasses'. He says, pointing at his eyes. Making your heart flutter at how cute he is. He locks the door and you sit on his bed. 'Come here'. You call him and he sits right besides you. You can tell he's nervous so you smile and kiss him softly.

Your hands travel down to his crotch after a bit to palm him as you kiss. At first he gets a bit startled when he notices your hand cause he's shy but you quiet him down. 'It's okay, you don't have to be shy around me'. You say with a sweet tone and he keeps kissing you.

A bit later you unzip his pants and get your hand under his boxers to pump him. He's blushing so hard. His tip is leaking precum so you take a look at his blushing face before you start kissing and nibbling on his neck. His eyes are closed now as you do so then you take one of his hands and place it over his length. 'Show me how you do it'. You whisper on his ear and he looks at you with pleading eyes. 'B-But...it's embarrassing...' He says and your heart skips a beat. 'Yes, it is baby'. You say then lick his cheek before biting it lightly making him groan softly. Your hand over his so he would start moving it. 'C'mon, let me see how you like to be touched'. You whisper to him again and he closes his eyes as he does what you asked. His cheeks must feel so hot with all that blushing.

You climb his neck with your mouth and nib on his earlobe before whispering again. 'Jinnie~ When you act dirty my heart beats faster'. You say and he lets out a moan. You chuckle softly and kiss him. There’s a lot of sloppy kisses. He's so into everything that's happening right now he doesn't even notice your hand helping him out again at first. 'I-I'm gonna cum..' He says and you smile as you comb his hair with your fingers out of his beautiful face. His lips yearning for yours as he feels his release so close so you kiss him, then you feel the warmth of his seed over your hand as he moans on the kiss. You bite his lips as he keeps moaning then peck his cheek. 'So cute'. You say as you stroke his hair and peck his nose. His chest going up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

You sit astride him and take off your top, then you take his hands on yours and guide them to your boobs. He blushes again as soon as you place them there but you make him squeeze them and tell him to do whatever he feels like with them. And even when he started off shyly, soon enough your bra becomes a nuisance for him and he needs to get rid of it.

You chuckle softly as you unclasp it and throw it away from him. And he hugs you to bury his head between your tits. Nibbling all over. Making your heart race once more.

Soon you can feel his dick getting hard again so you guide his chin with your finger so he looks at you. 'Are you ready, love?' You ask and he nods so you peck his lips before standing for a moment to get rid of your panties. 'You have any condoms?' You ask and you can see the panic in his eyes for a second so you chuckle. 'It's fine, I brought some'. You say and look for them in your bag then go back to him. 'I think it's better you sit against the headboard'. You say and he moves instantly.

You climb on bed and sit astride Hyunjin again while you unwrap the condom then pump his cock a bit before placing it slowly. He shyly looks at you and you smile before kissing him as you grind a bit against his tip getting it wet with your juices. You stop kissing him only to see his face as his length stretches you out slowly. He feels the sweet pressure of your walls around his hard cock, making his eyes shine with expectation. 'S-So tight' He says and you smile. 'That's cause you're so big, baby'. You tell him and his dick twitches inside you.

He places his hands on your hips and you start moving up and down slowly at first but you pick up the pace as you find your sweet spot. 'Y/n... W-Wait...' He says. You moan in his ear and he throws his head back. 'F-Fuck...' He groans and you feel him getting soft after a bit so you stop. 'You came?' You ask and he nods embarrassed so you caress his face softly. 'It's okay. We can try again in a bit if you want'. You kiss him. 'Yes. I want to cum with you'. He says as he pouts and your heart flutters once again.

You've been kissing for a while now, both of you lying down. You took his hand and taught him some tricks to make you feel good down there and so far he's doing great but you want to cum with him so you stop Hyunjin from what he's doing and make him some room between your legs. 'Come here, it's time for the most vanilla position of all'. You say and he chuckles. You're both pretty aroused after all that touching so he slips inside you as soon as the condom is on. You moan softly as he moves faster. And it's so hot in that room... He's sweating so much.

You comb his long black hair back with both your hands to see his face better and he leans over you to kiss. It’s not like you were talking much before but now it's all grunts and pants and moans.

His head is resting on the crook of your neck now as he catches his breath for a bit. You peck his cheek and pat his butt softly. 'Let's change baby, I'm getting close'. You say, then you turn around and wiggle your butt at him as you smile.

He chuckles and stops your movements with his hands on your hips then he leaves a kiss on your lower back. 'C'moon'. You whine even if that was the cutest thing ever and he rubs his tip on your slit as he looks for your entrance.

He thinks his view couldn't get any better as he sees his cock sliding in and out of you. And for you, he's hitting all the right places so you wouldn't complain either. You grasp on the bed sheets as he picks up the pace. You're feeling so good right now your moans won't even leave your mouth. 'I-I'm gonna cum y/n... S-Sorry'. He says just when you feel your high aproaching. 'Yes...' You moan out, as the only thing you manage to say, and he moves even faster releasing just a moment later. His sweet groans filling the room along with yours.

He lies on bed after getting rid of the condom and you lie next to him. He's out of breath but so are you. He smiles and you wipe the sweat off his cheeks and forehead with your thumb then kiss him softly. A bunch of sloppy kisses come after that but no words.

Just you and him and kisses.

Part 2

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Family is Forever, O. Diaz

Summary: The past comes to haunt you and your family with Oscar.

warnings: angst, domestic!Oscar, swearing,physical abuse, attempt sexual abuse, child endangerment

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A life long dream of yours since freshmen year in high school was to move somewhere along the East Coast and for sometime that was the goal that you were working hard towards.

And then Oscar Diaz happened. It was sophomore year when he ‘claimed’ you. You weren’t so into him as much as he was into you but he never stopped trying to get you and by some twisted fate of luck, he got you. Not long after officially dating, you got pregnant with your son, Abel. It didn’t matter that you were only 16 or the fact that Oscar had joined a gang. You two made it work.

That was 6 years ago, your son has grown into a very intelligent little boy. He is a carbon copy of his dad at that age, his thick black locks that are curled on top of his head has to be your favorite feature of his. You hadn’t got to see Oscar with hair like so since he’d already been sporting the shaved cholo look from when you two began dating.

A lot has happened over those 6 years. Both good and bad.

It was only a few weeks into summer after graduating high school that Oscar was arrested for drug possession. It completely wrecked you. At that point it seemed obvious that he would be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. All that seemed to shift on the night when the police knocked on the door. The loud, echoing pounding and a 2 year-old Abel seemingly frightened.

When Oscar opened the door he didn’t try to resist arrest for he knew this day would come. You held your son close to your chest as he called out for his papa.

You took him to visit Oscar whenever he’d ask and let him talk on the phone with him every chance you got. Nothing could get between you and your family, not even prison. And when he was released after 4 long years, the heavens rejoiced and so did the two of you. With lots of rolling in the sheets.

That’s why you’re now in a PartyCity store looking for the right unicorn balloons for your soon-to-be 4 year old daughter’s upcoming birthday. When you found out you were pregnant again only 2 weeks after Oscar had been released, the both of you laughed, not surprised one bit. It was no secret that you wanted more kids together so it was fate to add a little girl, whom you named Ella, to the mix.

“Ma, can we go now? We been here forever.” Abel sighs as you make another round in the same isle you were in just a few minutes ago.

The corners of your lips lift as you know he has your patience, which is zero to none. He’s been a champ for most of the morning but once you had been running back and forth between stores, he began to lose his patience quickly.

Your daughter sports a mean muggin’ face, much like her father. “I wan mah balloons!” She is standing in the cart, staring at her brother. The look of ‘I am going to get my way’. Abel only rolls his eyes and groans as she turns to sit in the cart and look at which balloons she wants.

“Cute kids.”

A voice sounds from in front of you, you smile and turn to thank the stranger but you are met with no stranger. A very familiar face. One that put you through hell, one that definitely was not suppose to be within a 100 feet of you.

When Oscar was in prison you were absolutely loyal to him. Not once did you lose faith in your relationship. Even when you had your hardships such as the times Oscar got doubtful that he would never get out, he’d ask you to move on. Though it was never a thought at all. You share a child together, you’re bonded for life.

But to the streets if your man is serving time then you’re fair game. That’s just how they ran things but to hell if you were gonna let that happen. That never stopped other dudes trying to get with you. And there was one particular one that never stopped trying, Tomas. He became obsessive with you. He wanted you, he wanted to be the man that Oscar couldn’t be for you at that moment. But you never gave in because for you Oscar was it.

“What are you doing here? You know the obligations of your restraining order.” The calmness in your voice shows no fear but you know the lengths he’d go when it comes to you.

Tomas only chuckles to himself as he digs his hands in his pockets, “That expired this morning at 10. But I’m just visiting some homies, ain’t know you’d be here.”

You watch him intently as pull your son closer to you. Thankfully Ella has her back to you so you could have a hold on her should he try anything, “Yeah well, I don’t want nothing to do with you so I think it’s best if you just go on about your day and your life far away from here. Oscar has been out for a while now so I wouldn’t be so stupid and try something.”

He takes a few steps forward which makes you automatically step back, one hand locked on your son’s shoulder and the other on the shopping cart. “Calmate, I’m just passing through, preciosa.” A chill runs down your spine as he caresses your face with the back of his finger making you flinch.

Abel grabs onto you and holds you tightly as Ella watches the man stand close to you, “Mama, who is this?” She asks excitedly as she pulls herself up from sitting. You look to him and her as he turns towards your little girl.

“Hi, I’m Tomas, a friend of your mom’s. And who are you?” Your heart rate is increasing, your nerves are scattered all over the place, worried something may happen. Your daughter’s curiosity has worried you since she could talk.

She smiles as he waits for her answer, “Ella, it’s my birthday soon! I’ll be this much!” Ella holds up 4 little fingers and covers her mouth with her other hand, laughing due to Tomas’ pretend shocked expression.

“I have to go. Please stay away from me and my family.” You hoist your son into the cart, despite his protests that he can walk. You step back quickly and spin the cart around.

Ella is complaining that you didn’t get all the balloons but you hush her. After checking out you ask a worker to escort you out. He kindly helps you load your car as you get your kids in.

“Answer, answer, answer.”

You’re chanting quietly to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot to head home. Your heart is thudding in your chest like wildfire, you need to hear Oscar’s voice, even if he says he is busy you just want to have his calming voice soothe you.

A few rings in, “Hola, mamas. Where are you?”

You slump back into the seat, his voice on the sound system has an instant effect on you. You exhale a deep breath, “Papa, it’s me! I miss yew!”

Ella shouts and you smile as you hear Oscar laugh, always so happy to hear their voices, “Mija! I miss you and your mano, where are you guys?”

“We just leave the store! I meet mama’s man friend.” You quickly shush your daughter and hang up the phone call. You can’t be mad at her because it’s not like she knows better or the fact that you forgot to tell to your kids not to mention seeing Tomas to their dad.

She whines that you ended the phone call, “Babygirl, you can’t tell daddy about that man, okay?” You look in the rearview mirror to get a look at her as she has her arms crossed over her chest and gaze away from you. “Mija, look at mommy please.”

When she finally does take a look at you, she keeps her lil Spooky face on, “That was mean and papa will be mad you did that.”

“I know, I shouldn’t have done that. Just don’t talk about that friend we saw because then daddy will be really mad at mommy. Please?”

Ella’s features soften a bit and turns happy when you tell her that you’ll stop to get ice cream on the way back home. Both kids cheer with happiness as you pull into McDonald's drive thru.

Oscar has sent some texts asking about the abrupt end to the call and what Ella was going on about, but you made up the excuse that there was terrible reception and that she has been spilling nonsense since this morning. He brushes it off and you sigh in victory.

You finally get home, very weary of your surroundings though you don’t think Tomas would be so naive to try anything knowing you were with the Santos leader. Oscar gets home not long after you, thankfully he didn’t bring up the phone call and you went about your night.

“Com’n son, time to bathe. Vamanos.” Oscar calls out from the hallway. Abel stands but moves slowly from the living room, so focused on the big screen, “Abel!” Your son scurries off. He is always last to shower because he is so glued the TV all the time.He has learned what comes next if there is a 3rd time being called. “Coming!”

The stress of Ella’s birthday is taking a toll on you because she is a very specific little girl and the slightest detail on a decoration will have her stomping her feet and pouting her lip for days. You’re definitely raising a perfectionist.

Oscar stands in front of the bathroom mirror as he uses a razor to clean up his facial hair as well as to keep an eye on Abel who loves to let the bath get too bubbly or he’ll doze off and considering it’s nearly 10 PM, it’s a possibility.

“How was shopping with Mama today?” Oscar asks as he zeroes in on getting a clean cut. Abel doesn’t answer right away as he ponders telling Oscar about his whole day or skipping on the part about meeting Tomas and how you were not so happy about it.

With Abel as the older child he is more aware. Unlike Ella who couldn’t pick up on the unsettling feeling Tomas had given off, Abel knew that this man was trouble. And his dad always taught him to protect his family. Family is forever and is the most important thing. Always to protect his family if his dad couldn’t.

“It was okay. Ella was whining, papa. She didn’t like the balloons mama picked out at one store so we had to go to a whole other store! I was tired of looking at pink and purple unicorns. Then that man that came up to us was..”

Abel stopped talking as he realizes he let it slip out. And Oscar heard him loud and clear. He waits for Abel to continue talking but nothing comes from behind the shower curtain. Abel begins to cry, scared that he’ll get you in trouble. Oscar opens the shower curtain to see his son with his knees to his chest, sobbing.

Meanwhile, you are oblivious to what is happening. Your son keeps his face hidden as Oscar reaches to turn off the flowing water and sits on the side of the tub, watching his son. What is he afraid of saying that is making him this anxious?

“Abel Cesar Diaz, what’s going on? Hm?” Oscar taps his sons knee and the big, dark orbs that resemble his father’s peer up. Oscar can be the typical Hispanic father that tends to be disciplinary but he has learned that talking helps a lot as well.

So Abel explains to his dad what happened at the store with your friend. About how you didn’t look like you wanted him around and how scared you seemed. He explained how the man looked at you and how he didn’t think he was good news.

The veins on Oscar’s neck and forehead begins to bulge the more his son explained about Tomas. Oscar is aware of who he is. When he was in Corcoran his homies always kept him up to date of the streets. And it upset him when he had to hear about this pendejo from the Santos rather than from you. But after you two had a heated conversation over the phone, your next visit you explained. And when Tomas kept persisting you, you finally had a restraining order and more protection from the Santos until Oscar got out.

Oscar comforts his son and tells him that he isn’t upset with him. “Hey, you protected your mom, so you did your part and I am proud of you.” He helps him get dried off and ready for bed. After tucking his son in, he checks on Ella who is softly snoring on her bed. He smiles that she has finally gotten use to sleeping alone. He closes their bedroom door and stands in the hall for a moment, sighing and wiping the tiredness from his eyes, making his way to you.

You’re hunched over the table looking over a tablet that carries the plans for the birthday party as well as thanksgiving since that’ll be in a month. “Want a beer?” You ask Oscar as he sits across from you but he waves you off.

“Tell me about that stunt Tomas pulled today.”

Your eyes meet his and you freeze for a moment. Your chest is rising and falling as you try to figure out something to say, “He ran into us at the store. I told him to leave me alone and that’s all that happened. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just..”

Oscar’s jaw clenches as you stare at him, your heart skipping each beat the longer he stares and doesn’t say anything. “And you didn’t tell me again because? Had to hear from Abel. Again, Y/N? Someone is bothering you, you tell me. You let me handle that shit. That’s why our call suddenly ended? Making the kids fuckin’ lie to me too?”

His anger is beginning to bubble over. You take slow breaths to keep your temper under control. With the past couple days you’ve been having, you had no energy to start arguing back. “I never told them to lie, I asked them to not mention it. It’s not lying, technically..”

“Oh, don’t give me that shit. Don’t be technical with me, that puto should know better than to be approaching you and even my own son could feel how much he bothered you. It’s a good thing I’m raising my son right to protect his mama.” Oscar stands and paces the kitchen.

“Babe, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you..again. I had no idea that he would be there, you think if I knew that I would have went out today?”

Oscar leans against the counter, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I don’t know why I didn’t hear anything from the compas. Everyone knows, including him, he got a target on his head for what he did. This is why I tell you carry that gun in your purse. My kids were there. And I love you to the fuckin’ end, amor... but had something happened to one of them, a bullet would be in your fuckin’ head.”

He leaves you in the kitchen by yourself and you’re shocked at his words. Oscar has been a dad since he was a teenager, since the two of you met. You knew the lengths he’d go for Cesar, but for his kids? He’d take out anyone including you as he stated. You let out a shaky breath.

You decide to give him sometime alone. He’s the most upset you’ve ever seen him and he is rightfully so but you weren’t sure how to fix it. You do what you think any man cannot resist, seducing them. At least this way you can ease into him forgiving you.

But when you enter your shared bedroom he is tucking his two kids in on your bed. You quirk your eyebrows up in confusion. Did he know you well enough that you’d use seduction to get his forgiveness? Oscar turns to see you standing in the doorway, “Why are the kids in here?”

“Heading out, I want them by you while I’m out.” He is shuffling around the room gathering things. The usual: keys, phone, wallet, gun, extra mag. You watch him as he looks to you, “Where exactly are you going, Oscar?”

He breathes out through his nose and that’s enough for you to know. You don’t open your mouth to bicker as he is standing in front of you now, looking down at you with eyebrows creased together, “He ain’t getting near you or my kids again. Don’t leave the house or room, lock the bedroom door and don’t unlock it til I call you.”

Oscar steps away but stops to turn and pull your face towards his.He presses his lips to yours. You melt into it instantly, your hands grasping his forearms. The kiss deepening for a moment as your hands move up to cup his face. When he pulls back you are breathless. Craving more.

Then he is gone.

The house is quiet as you lay awake waiting for your boyfriend to return. Your fingers running through your son’s hair. Something you love to do and Abel loves you doing it too. Ella not so much though. She’s a verbal lover rather than a physical lover, the thought making you chuckle. How different your two kids are.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear some shuffling from the living room, grabbing your phone you wait for it to ring with Oscar’s name but it never does. So you call out to him, “Babe?”

When you get no response you climb out of bed and quietly tip toe towards the bedroom door to get a better listen, maybe he is testing you to see if you’d listen to what he said about not unlocking the door until he calls.

The buzzing of your phone pulls your attention and you see Oscar’s name pop up with the cutest picture of him and the two kids. You sigh in relief, unlocking the door and stepping out to an empty hallway.

“Oscar?” You call out and switch on the light but he isn’t there. You click the answer button and bring the phone to your ear. “Babe?”

“Hey, this puto is hiding, still nothing just checking on you. The kids still asleep?” When the words leave his lips, you close your eyes and feel a tear slide down your cheek. When you open them, Tomas is standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall watching you.

You hold the phone to your ear as you watch him put a single finger close to his lips signaling to be quiet about his presence. You could tell Oscar about him, then you could run to the room and lock the door. Quickly hide the kids in the bathroom for their safety and tell Abel to call his dad because so long as your kids are safe that’s all that matters. But what if he is quicker than you? What if he goes straight for the kids?

“Snoring like bears per usual. We’re okay, just be safe and Oscar?” You pause for a moment as Tomas gives you sickening, sinister look stalking towards you until he is standing right in front of you, his hands brushing against your exposed waist as you’re in a crop top. “Si?” Oscar answers you.

Tomas’ hands grab your chin and lifts it for you to look up at him, “When you find him, put a bullet right between his fucking eyes.” Tomas smiles and swipes his thumb on your lower lip, making you flinch.

Oscar chuckles, “You’re turning me on, mamas. Not much of him will be left. I’ll see you soon, te quiero.”

“Te quiero.” You say in a whisper as the line cuts. You try to step back but Tomas is quick, as you suspect he might be. He grabs ahold of the back of your head and into your hair. He pulls it back roughly with his body now pressed against you. “You have no idea how much I still want you. I think of you every single night. I remember how close you were to giving it to me. Hm.. you remember how badly you wanted me?”

You want to throw up, the feeling of him against you and his words makes you feel repulsed. His grip is iron-like and he is not letting up not until he gets what he wants and it’s obvious he wants you.

“P-please. M-my kids, let me close the door. Just let me at least close it.” Your bottom lip is trembling uncontrollably and the tears have been spilling over since the phone call with Oscar ended. He analyzes you. Are you trying to make an escape? He walks forward, pushing you back towards the bedroom door. And with his free hand reaches back to close the bedroom door, you look over shoulder at your sleeping kids as the door closes. Sending a little prayer for their safety.

He grabs your face and plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. You drown under him, not knowing how to win in this situation.

“So what do you do now?”

Oscar voice causes his chest to vibrate which is right up against yours. He has your arms pinned under his, “Hm, I kiss you to distract you!” You tilt your head upwards to plant a chaste kiss on his lip. He smiles into the kiss and pulls his head back, “You gonna be kissing random dudes who run up on you, hm?”

You can’t help but laugh as he gives you a mischievous look. “Well if it works for me to distract them long enough, then yes!” Oscar rolls his eyes and nods his head to proceed with his defense lesson since you weren’t so keen on firearms, he’s teaching you physical defense.

“Fine, fine. So let’s say the kiss does distract the perp, if you have him in this kind of position? Jab here with all your might.” He points to his side right below his rib cage. “There’s a nerve that’ll cause them to tense up and give you a few seconds. That’s when it matters the most, those few seconds. So think before you do.”

You look at the spot Oscar had pointed to, you jab your fingers there and he tenses up like he says would happen. He curls over and you step back and laugh, making your quick escape.

That moment plays in your head. The kissing is a distraction, he has one of your arms pressed against him and it’s the perfect opportunity. Then the thought of how you asked Ella to pick up her toys that laid on the kitchen floor earlier infiltrates your memory as she never did considering she fell asleep.

You allow him to seep his tongue into your mouth and when you do, you feel him release the grip on your hair. This is the moment. With your fingers pointed, you dig your hand into his side, right below the rib cage and he retorts back. The same way Oscar had. You use your shoulder to push him into the wall which gives you enough space to move away from him.

Tomas recovers quicker than you hoped. So when you were going to leap over the pile of toys, hoping he would trip over them, you feel a grip on your hair once more and you’re sent flying back. The pain stinging your scalp, you yulp when you hit the ground. He is on you and his body suffocating you, “You stupid bitch! Pull that stunt again and I promise you’ll regret it.”

His hand hits your cheek and you cry out as you try to get him off you. The fear setting in as his hand reaches to his belt, the clinking of the metal making you terrified of what is to come next.

But it’s the sound of a gun cocking that stops Tomas trying to unbuckle his belt. He looks back towards the sound just as you do too. You’re heart breaks into a million pieces to see you 6 year old son holding a gun in his hand. His grip on it perfect, ready to fire. His stance, arms out and legs spread apart ready for the recoil.

“Son, go back in the room, please. Just go back to your sister.” Your voice trembles as Abel keeps his eyes on Tomas. In the moment, he resembles his papa more than ever.

Abel shakes his head no, “Get off my mama. I know how to shoot a gun and I’ll shoot you, get off her now!” He sounds like his dad too, you can only sob.

“Mommy?” Ella’s voice sounds from behind Abel. Which distracts him. Tomas takes this opportunity to get the gun away from Abel, “No!” You cry out.

Despite the ache in your body, you sit up and jump on Tomas’ back just before he can reach your son, Ella is screaming scared as Abel runs to his little sister and stands in front of her. You hold onto Tomas with all your might, the strength of a mother is like no other, “Abel, go! Get your sister and run, baby! Run to Tio Cesar’s friends house, go!”

Tomas manages to get you off and slams you back into the wall. The blow stunning you, you have the wind completely knocked out of you. The back of his hand hits your face which causes you to fall over. You cry out as you see him step towards your kids. The fire of the gun sounds and Tomas cries out in pain holding his arm.

“Y/N!” You hear Cesar followed by footsteps. He is kneeling besides you as the Santos enter the house to check it out. “My babies, are they okay?”

“Mama!” Abel calls out as he drops the gun and runs to you, you hold your arms open to embrace your son. Your brave baby boy. Fearless much like his father. Ella joins quickly and you squeeze them tightly.

They sob in your arms as you sit on the floor, the pain radiating throughout you numb from the love your kids are giving, “Y/N! Baby?!” Oscar’s voice booms through the house as he approaches you. He pulls Cesar away as he falls to his knees besides you. His arms envelopes all 3 of you.

Ella turns into her father’s chest, he can feel her thudding heartbeat. Tears stream down his face as he felt he let down his family but as the Santos grabbed the injured Tomas and dragged him out of the house, both of you sigh in relief that the worst is over.

“Mijo, you did it again. You protected your family and papa is so proud of you. You..” Oscar can’t form anymore words as he hugs his son and plants kisses on his head. You stand from the ground and use Oscar’s arm as support.

“Cesar take the kids to the bathroom, make sure they’re okay, por favor.” The younger Diaz nods and whisks away the little ones. Oscar pulls a chair out for you to sit, he kneels in front of you and examines the damage.

You look to him, eyes feeling puffy from the crying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen. I put our kids in danger and you’re right, I should have a bullet in my fucking head. I’m sorry, Oscar.” Your head falls as you sob hard, the hyperventilating causing hiccups.

“Baby, none of that shit matters. My kids are okay and you are now. He can’t do anything to hurt you anymore and I promise, you didn’t do nothing wrong. We’re lucky we’re raising a smart boy. I love you.” He wipes your face dry with his shirt and stands, pulling you into his warm, safe embrace.

You all take a shower and cuddle into the bed. Abel and Ella rest in between you and Oscar, embracing each other. Ella has her tiny head on her brother’s chest, forever his sister’s keeper. Oscar sighs as he intertwines your hands together, you look up at him as he gives you a soft smile.

This morning you woke a happy family and tonight you lay down a stronger one.

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