#hes like a little doll I play hairdresser with

[francy-sketches]

sometimes I make him bald/short haired for no reason lol

#my art #dont feel like tagging im eepy #hes like a little doll I play hairdresser with

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Elvis-mania”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

Warning: mentions of COVID-19

MASTERLIST

COVID-19 took the world by storm and what was meant to just be some months in Australia became almost a year. Austin took this to his advantage to get more into the Elvis role, I supported him with any research he needed and with his weight gain, his accent. At first it was really enjoyable, I mean, dancing and singing to Elvis’ songs in the middle of the night, watching his movies and performances, watching Austin trying to recreate them. But then it started to get more serious, he started to go method.

I wasn’t a fan of method acting, I’ve never tried it before but I did have some co-stars that did it and it was like hell on earth, I’d like to think that he was going for a Marlon Brando route but it was starting to feel like Jared Leto when he played the Joker.

“Sit still!” I laughed as he didn’t stop moving around while I placed the hair dye on his brownish hair, he wasn’t a natural dark-haired man, as a boy his hair was this beautiful blonde.

“It smells disgusting, God, how I miss your hairdresser.” He said with a chuckle, his voice was a little thicker, a bit of a southern drawl to it.

“See? and you called me ridiculous whenever I went with her. I don’t know what she uses but it smells delicious.” I had my hairdresser back in California, she did my more trickier hairstyles, like the beehive ponytail and she did dye Austin’s hair black a couple of times before.

“Or maybe we were just high from all the chemicals, who knows?” He laughed again, yeah, maybe we did not ventilate well enough right now, I moved towards the window and opened it, not remembering that my gloves were pretty much still with hair dye, I stained that whole window up. To this day I still remember how much the landlord charged us for that one. After 30 minutes, we both kneeled beside the bathtub, I started rinsing his hair.

“Baby, you gonna drown me or something!” He said to me, if the water wasn’t too cold then it was too hot, or I was too aggressive with the rinsing.

“Then so be it!” I said to him, shampooing his hair.

Afterwards I even dried it and styled it, he saw himself in the mirror again, he finally had jet black hair again after months of just having this weird combination between black and blondish hair.

“I don’t know— I feel a little silly. Like an impersonator.” He had a grimace as he moved his hair side to side.

“You look really good. I promise.” I smiled at him and then kissed his cheek. “You can do this. Now let’s watch Viva Las Vegas for the fifth time, I’m finally getting the Ann-Margret dance.”

We did our research and everything, we knew little facts about Elvis, he liked knowing about Priscilla, I loved Priscilla. Austin found out this really interesting fact about Elvis and Priscilla’s bedroom time. As we were in bed, trying to spice things up.

“Wait, baby. We oughta try something new.” He said as he pulled away and got up from bed, he rummaged through a box of cameras we had, disposable ones, vintage ones, instants. He bought out an instax camera, with its film. “So— I read that Elvis and Priscilla did this and I wanted to try it out.”

“I’m up for it.” I smiled as I took off my nightgown coverup.

We started taking Polaroids, he made me pose, I was his model for the night. He grabbed my chin tenderly and moved it to the right direction, he got on top of me taking picture after picture. We even tried dress up, him as a policeman and doctor, I was a secretary, a maid, a teacher, we tried everything in the book.

He’d get in between my legs, kissing me all over, taking Polaroids while he was at it, taking Polaroids while I was at it, going down on him.

It was magical but it did make me feel ashamed whenever I looked at my purchase history and saw all the Polaroid films I bought during this time. We spent hundred of dollars in just the films for the instax.

I had a really good time with Austin but it didn’t really last long, until he submerged himself totally on Elvis. At first it was the voice and then it was the food, then it was his behavior. I couldn’t even remember the last time he slept with me. All I heard was Elvis, Elvis, Elvis— and not in the good way. Look, I understood him and everything but it was making me go nuts, I’m a big Elvis fan but he was just going bonkers. I lost count on how many books he read or how many hour he spent looking at Elvis stuff, he barely even spent time with Lori. I wanted to die whenever he called me ‘woman’ or ‘satnin’.

There were many times when he basically shut himself out, in the bedroom or the beach, it was like he was trying to torture me nonstop. I felt so useless because I wasn’t able to help him either. Whenever I did try to help him, he’d yell at me.

“Baby, please— you need to sleep.” I knocked on the office door, he had been there all day.

“Don’t bother me, woman.” He said sternly, I, being the stubborn I was, tried to get him out of there.

“Baby— you don’t need to indulge so much in Elvis. You should really come to sleep.” I knocked on the door once again, all I heard was silence afterwards but then the door opened aggressively.

“Are ya deaf or something?! Woman, I don’t want to hear another mouth comin’ out of your damn mouth. Ya hear me?” He said very aggressively, even he was taken aback. “Baby, you gotta let me do my damn job, so go to sleep, I’ll catch up to you later.” He dismissed me with his hand.

The king sized bed felt really empty without him there, cuddling me, kissing my head or forehead, we barely even slept on the same bed so in those cases, I’d bring Lori with me and hug her all night. I woke up to every sudden movement, thinking it was Austin but it was just my imagination playing cruel tricks on me. And whenever we did have alone time in bed, I tried wearing my cutest nightgowns, I even wore perfume to bed, Miss Dior, I adored that scent and so did Austin. God, I even wore my makeup to bed!

“Hey.” I whispered while I got in bed besides him, his back leaning against the headboard as he read Train to Memphis, I started kissing his neck softly, rubbing his bicep.

“Calm down, satnin.” He said, not taking his eyes off the book. “Ya know I’m trying to pay attention to this.” He kept on reading and reading in silence until he finally spoke up. “There a thousand women who would actually care to help and listen to me while I do my damn job. You gonna sit and listen or not?”

I stopped, I laid back and stared at him, storms in my eyes. I was trying everything to keep him looking at me yet nothing worked.

“But-“

“But nothing, woman.” He said, there was silence again, he kept on reading and mumbling the words. I sat up on the bed, hugging my knees very subtly.

“I can’t stand it! It’s driving me crazy! I don’t want to hear you anymore!” I yelled out in frustration, I even closed my eyes.

“I see a mad woman.” He said on that pretentious mumble.

“No. A woman with needs that needs to be desired. You can have your Elvis books and me too.”

He looked at me and without even saying anything, she went back to reading his book, leaving me feeling humiliated.

I’ve been dying to write this part— be prepared to see our Cynthia suffer.

#Spotify #austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austinbutler

[tired-biscuit]

can we get more cute naruto headcanons🥹

of course, love. i wasn't sure if you meant naruto - the character, or naruto - the show, so i just went along with the first option 'cause i've been feeling in a nart mood lately and he's been bouncing around my brain a lot, lol. hope you like it!!

also, i actually wrote a post about naruto headcanons a long while back and that one includes various characters. you can find it here if you wish to check it out.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fem!reader, mix of modern AU and canonverse // fluff so sweet it makes your teeth ache. naruto being a lovely friend/boyfriend/human being.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

every tiktok he finds at least mildly funny, he’ll send it to you. the 99+ notifs usually come from him and him alone, and if you don't open them fast enough and react to at least half of them, he spams you over text to ‘open the fuckin app!’

wears mismatched socks all the time. usually bright, vivid colours with funky designs that peek from underneath his jeans whenever he sits down. i'm thinking happy socks type of beat.

grows hot and sweaty in his sleep, but luckily for him you’re a loyal girlfriend, so you endure it all. yes, you stay put even as he drapes his heavy arm and leg over you every night and murmurs pure gibberish into the side of your neck.

holds your hand everywhere you go. it’s not even subtle, he intertwines his fingers with your own and holds on tight. strokes your knuckles, too, and thus turns you into putty as a result.

sometimes forgets you can’t hear him speak with kurama, so whenever he zones out so out of nowhere, it’s really funny. especially if it happens in a public place, like in the middle of the street or a grocery aisle; he looks like how the windows shutting down noise sounds.

texts his kisses with ‘mwah, mwah, mwah!!!!!!’

has the ugliest picture he’s ever taken of you set as his contact photo for you. whenever he loses his phone and he asks you to call him (it happens more often than you’d think) so that he can find it, you see the caller ID and get upset. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

you definitely own matching onesies (yes, even as adults.)

his sneakers always look busted af.

doesn’t like going to the hairdresser’s, but he’s more than happy to sit patiently as you cut his hair at home.

covers his ice cream in sprinkles and chocolate syrup. the thing is a nightmare to eat, but he loves it.

is very clumsy whilst eating his food, he always ruins his shirt. it drives you insane because you have to clean him up like he’s a toddler.

he yanks the covers off of you when he feels like it’s time to get out of bed and tugs you by your ankle when you try to protest as a result.

definitely a morning person.

is willing to have chapstick applied only by kisses.

never carries a backpack, he stuffs everything he owns into his pockets and if it isn’t enough, he whines until you have to put the remainder of the stuff into your bag.

is unable to take you seriously when you’re pissed off. he just finds you too cute, it’s fucking infuriating.

loves hugging you from behind.

doesn’t know how to cook, but at least he tries to help you out.

insists on showering together all the time (he’s super gentle while washing your hair, bless him.)

if you have younger siblings, he gets along with them super well. he’ll play dolls with your baby sister and will beat your little brother at every game on the console.

can’t take a decent picture to save his life. whenever you ask him to take one of you, it always ends up blurry or with the tip of his finger in the shot.

kisses you goodnight no matter the hour.

i feel like he’d make you watch the entirety of one piece with him.

has trouble focusing, but he feels very calm whenever you’re around, with his hand in your own. it’s very sweet.

so, so, so clingy. and touchy, too.

he's definitely your friend first before he becomes your boyfriend.

super nosy. if you’re gossiping over the phone with a friend, he’ll drop everything to listen in.

loves you more than you love him. it’s just how he is.

#naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto fluff #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #biscuit drabbles

[missbunmuffin]

head canons for my favorite punch out boys

Some oc stuff is in here ;-;

Glass Joe

- Has a doll faced Persian cat(I think those are safe to breed but if not she’s a ragdoll) named BonBon. He acts like she’s the sweetest thing in the world but she’s a literal demon.

- He gives the BonBon the teddy bear haircut because it’s easier for the both of them. Her fur is less of a nightmare with it.

- Used to bleach his hair but stopped due to how damaging it was. I imagine at first he did it himself instead of getting it professionally done and a chunk fell out once. Bonbon tried to eat it.

- He has silk bedsheets

- He has a younger sister named Genevieve and she’s only about 11 months younger so that makes him an Irish twin(My logic is to give the French guy a Irish twin but not the Irish guy lmao) she’s married and has two kids while he just has his girlfriend Eleanor.(She’s a oc of mine I’ve posted about her before if you want to learn about her ig) She likes to refer to Joe as her little brother because of this and he has to correct people a lot.

- His sister can kind of be an insensitive asshole sometimes.

- He’s not really scared of doctors and dentists like he used to be he’s more used to it with all those losses.

- He’s still kind of afraid of getting haircuts though(totally not self projecting hee hee) he doesn’t like looking at himself in the mirror with the cape thing wrapped around him along with wet rat hair. He’s been seeing the same hairdresser for years that he trusts more than anyone. Yet he’s still afraid of something bad happening.

- He wants to take Eleanor to Lorie Valley someday. He thinks she’ll like the castles and shit

- If you’re close to him and you’re being a dick you are basically asking him to be a dick back.

- Scared of those swing rides at carnivals and fairs. Based on a fear of hitting something on those rides since I was a child

- His mom bugs him about not being married or not having kids. She also forgets Eleanor exists and one time said “maybe you’ll find your future wife there :D” right in front of her(based off that one time my grandma said something like that to my brother when he has a gf. She wasn’t in the room but still)

- Always goes along with the games his nieces wants to play even if it’s just him being tortured. Their favorite game is horses which is basically Joe being on all fours on the ground pretending to be a horse.

Disco kid

- Can’t cook for shit

- Responses to texts with these things sometimes

- Type of person to go all out in just dance

- One of the only boxers Aran’s sister is more friendly with. Also her names Freya posted about her too. He’s actually interested in her artwork and doesn’t try to push boxing on her. They also have a common interest in dancing

- He found out not to look at other people’s sketchbooks the hard way by snooping in Freya’s

- He has a shit ton of those paper star things because Freya gives them to him

- Was one of those kids who would just dance in the hallway

- He was a choir boy and was the only guy to get accepted into the advanced choir because he was actually good and not just because he was a guy(no this is not based on the fact that guys get easily accepted into that more at my school)

- I think he would collect pusheen stuff

- Laughs at the dumbest shit

- Blasting music in the car. It’s so loud you can hear it when he’s passing by your house or something.

Don Flamenco

- He’s actually more anxious than he seems to be he worries about the most random shit (totally not self projecting again hee hee)

- Scared of lice to the point where it’s pretty much a phobia(same bestie)

- He’s tried on Carmen’s heels before for fun and almost twisted his ankle

- Also kind of scared of the swing rides but he would never admit it

- Shaves his legs to show them off

Aran Ryan

- He treats Freya like she’s 8 sometimes he’s not really accepting of the fact she getting older.

- He forces Narcis to play with her old dolls with him because he was forced to play with her as a teenager so he could be *productive* and he misses it. It was never in the normal way there was alway drama.

- They add WVBA action figures into their games and they make stupid stories with the other boxers.

- He’s been aloud to curse in the house since he was like 7 his mom didn’t care just don’t say anything at school or in front of grandma

- Cuts his own hair with kitchen scissors and gets bullied by Narcis and Freya for it.

- His mom wasn’t from Dublin she was from Londonderry

- Basically his sister’s father figure because he died when she was so young

- Type of person to just shake the wii remote in just dance but he still loses that’s the one thing his cheating won’t get him to win

#punch out #punch out headcanons #glass joe #disco kid #don flamenco #aran ryan #narcis prince #punch out oc #my sister is mad at me and I think I’ve made it worse #also I cried over something dumb today #I need to wash my hair tonight even though I washed it last night #I’m not 100% sure but I think some clay crap got in it

[psychospore]

Curling Up and... Dying???

Summary: Loki flies up straight to their home to find out about a mischievous misunderstanding with their daughter

Word count: 960

Days like this when Loki feels so bad for leaving home. Rogers called in for an urgent mission in Romania, apparently, their personal data was leaked by a hacker and norns know what could happen if they let it be any further. He had to leave when the kiddo was fast asleep because the kid really knows how to throw tantrums whenever one of them leaves.

Kiddo was left together with y/n in their cozy home in New York. She indeed bawled her eyes out when she realized her dad was nowhere to be found after checking all of the rooms.

Instead of leaving the kiddo with a babysitter, y/n called her hairdresser to have her appointment in their home. It took her months to schedule the appointment and it would be a waste to cancel it but she feels she'd be more comfortable and her kiddo too to have each other.

As soon as the hairdresser arrives, y/n instructed her kid to go play in another room, close the door as the fumes might get too strong for her, and just in case her dad calls, not to have a video one as she wanted to surprise him with a new look when he gets home. Kiddo nods as she scampers off with her mom's mobile phone in hand and carefully closes the door, but still making sure she hears her. She wants to make sure momma doesn't leave her like her dad did.

Meanwhile, Loki was scanning the debriefing file Rogers handed to him. Seems like the problem was more intensive than it seems, he was fidgeting with his phone wanting to calm his nerves before the operation as he's been overthinking about the thought of bad guys infiltrating their home. He knows y/n is capable of fending for herself but he doesn't want to subject their kid to a traumatic experience.

Thor noticed his discomfort and assured him all will be well but still in a brotherly fashion, he made Loki call y/n to ease the tension

As soon as the phone rang, the kiddo jumped up and saw it was his dad calling. She started crying again, which y/n did not notice from the noise of the blower blasting near her ears.

"Hello, darling?" Loki's voice rang through the phone

"Why did you leaaaaave meeee?" Kiddo complained in between sobs

"My heart, daddy's got an important mission but I'll be home soon. Where's mommy?" he assured

"She's in another room, with a strange person. She told me to hide here in the playroom and handed me her phone," still sobbing

"what's mommy doing? Can we do a video call?" Loki asked

"Mommy told me not to, I heard she was curling up and.. dyeing... I tried to peek earlier and saw the strange person with a gun near her head," she whispered in sobs.

" Stay there for me darling, I'll go home as soon as possible," he mustered before the lines cut off.

Loki went into full panic mode with the rest of the Avengers holding him back from wreaking absolute havoc.

Thor assisted Loki going home by calling out Bifrost to easily transport them back to New York.

The house doesn't seem to be in disarray as he entered but he walked through the room where y/n is to find her all dolled up - her hairdresser bouncing her new curled hair in a different color in front of the dresser. His mouth dropped, both in relief and awe at how beautiful her wife is.

Y/n looked at them both with curiosity, "I thought you won't be back until tomorrow?" She asked

Thor, "well, that explains it - where's the cheeky little monkey?" He chuckled going to the playroom.

"I called earlier and our wonderful kid told me you were curling up and dying with a strange person in the room and there's a gun to your head!" he sternly remarked. Visibly pissed and shaking his head with his arms folded.

Y/n was forced to hold in a laugh as she heard this. "I was having my hair done and she might have seen them blowing my hair with the blower," she hugged Loki by the waist and assured him everything is alright. "I was planning to surprise you with my new look but it seems you were in for a different surprise," planting a kiss on her worried husband's cheek. She then thanked her hairdresser before showing them out of the house.

Thor was picking up kiddo as they emerged from the playroom, "here's the little culprit that caused all the mayhem" as he sets her down.

Loki wanted to reprimand his kid but seeing her running towards him and hugging him, he seemed to forget all his worries as a wave of relief washed his fears away.

"I missed you, dad" the kid clinging to him.

"I missed you too, darling." He hugs her back tightly.

"What should we tell Rogers?" Thor interrupted.

"Tell them, all is settled but I'm staying with my family for the meantime" Loki responded.

" Should we tell them what happened here?" Thor asked

" Don't bother. Rogers will have my head after I almost destroyed the ship" Loki answered.

" Oh god - you did?" Y/n surprisingly responded

" Long story, for now, let me have this time to be with my extremely mischievous daughter " as he picks her up, kiddo responding with a resounding giggle.

" He was a total wreck, thinking something bad might have happened to you both," Thor whispered to y/n before seeing himself out. "I'll be going back there to help out but I'll be visiting again soon" Thor nods and winks as he closes the door behind him.

#loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki and thor #loki fic #loki fic recs

[andro-dino]

Prior events of the day made me think that Juno is definitely the type of gal to have played those shitty little flash dress up games growing up. He also strikes me as a Bratz dude over a Barbie or a MH dude. Do any of these ancient readings ring true? Or would he not fucking say that, as they say?

Juno is definitely a flash game enjoyer I think. Obviously a dress up game appreciator (I would not be surprised if they got outfit inspo from some), though I could see them playing a lot of different ones too. I can see them being a big fan of the devilish hairdresser series and drawing gay fanart of the angel girl and devil girl. (I’m currently picturing that one meme of the guy leaning against a poster going “oh [character name] we’re really in for it now” but with the devil and angel girls. those are her idols fr).

As for the dolls, I actually don’t think they’d be huge on bratz. I can see him liking a lot of fashion dolls as a whole though, but specifically she strikes me as an Ever After High girlie. 100% up her alley and she was devastated that the series never continues. He’s obviously a Cupid stan but I imagine she’d also be fond of Ashlynn, Darling, and Lizzie. I don’t remember her name but the white rabbit girl too. She was cool I think Juno would like her.

#axel’s silly little thoughts #he definitely would do love testers too #and tries to pretend like he’s not disappointed when he puts their and kites names in and it doesn’t get a high score

[morganlefaye79]

I just got some very bad flashbacks. Earlier tonight I posted this:

at the time everything was fine but soon after a wave of dread came over me all the dread that I felt as a kid and young adult until I was in my early 30's. Because my life only started like 12 years ago.

Don't get me wrong, I have positive memories from childhood, but they are quickly replaced by so many that are bad that I don't want to think of them, but at the same time, I need them to convince myself that not everything was bad. It is hard to explain and I don't expect anyone to understand.

I was biologically born female, but I never felt entirely like one, all my interests were more likely towards boy stuff. Which was a big issue because at the time, boys and girls were more strictly separated. I was only allowed to play with boys when my brother was with me and he was already a prick when he was young. So I had often to play pretend to have friends at all. Especially since my life was very sealed-off from normal kids. (Kids from non-military personnel).

I was forced to wear dresses and little patent-leather shoes in the same color to my dresses (I still hate pastel pink). I hated it! I climbed trees with them so often until my mom gave up and dressed me in pants. I got all the new Barbie dolls from my mom which I either beheaded, or cut the hair off because I wanted to play with cars and Lego.

I had to wear my hair long, because girls do that, only boys do have short hair. My mom always escorted me to the hairdresser, that I couldn't tell them to cut my hair short, because she knew I would.

And there are so many more examples like this one that makes me hate my life.

When I was 19 I met my first love (I just left home and only left a note for my parents that I was going out) He was a drummer in a rockband. He was the one that showed me how to play the drums actually. I loved him, it took me too long to see that it wasn't the same on his part. He found it just cute how naive I was. Well I hope his balls still hurt from that hit he got.

The second relationship I had lasted 13 years, far too long I would say in hindsight. He was not abusive towards me in a physical way, but very manipulative so it took me 13 years and 3 mental breakdowns after leaving him to get a hang of myself again.

And for what? Just because I tried all those years to run away from my childhood, from those memories. From being called a female and trying to pushing me in that mold although I refused to fit in with all my might.

I'm next month 9 years in into my current relationship, I started to heal myself. Could breathe again and be myself. Only a year ago, I dared to tell friends that I felt like I'm non-binary, only 6 months ago I changed my pronouns on my socials, and only 2 months ago I told my partner because I was afraid to be cast aside. Which I know now was a fear that came from all what I have gone trough and not because my partner is an ignorant prick.

I thought often about a transition, but as of now I'm fine with just being able to be myself. Wearing the clothes I want, which are mostly hoodies and wide shirts. Although I'm more on the androgynous side, I cannot cover up my femaleness entirely because I was cursed with a big chest which no binder can make disappear.

Not long ago, Germany changed their laws towards trans/non binary citizens. I can now change my first name to something either neutral or to the other gender (which would be for me a male name), without any questions, which is actually great. A first step towards more acceptance for those of us that are different. So that we may not feel like that any longer and being allowed to be ourselves.

The punchline for this evening is: It is never too late to get your life back.

If you made it to this point, I'm sorry for the rant, but I feel somewhat better now. It seems I needed this.

#personal #non binary #trauma

[chaosverse-mainblog]

Devon

Devon Blaine Miranda

-15yrs old

-Afro-Indigenous Cuban, ½ Afro-Cuban/Nigerian (Yoruba) ½ Taíno-Cuban

-Has a brown skin tone similar to Ryan Destiny

-He has a mole under the right side of his bottom lip, one next to the left side of his nose/near his cheek,

-Has a huge black eye near his eye and upper cheek, on the right side of his face, the eye looks squinted and the iris is slightly yellowish, he covers it with his hair

-He also has a few other smaller scars like a cut across his nose, a scar from a busted lip (bottom lip, left side), etc. + Acne

-Crooked teeth + gap in two front teeth (and his left front tooth is pretty chipped)

-Eczema AND Asthma

-Has dark brown, hooded eyes and a long “Roman” nose (It’s long and then curved, mostly near the end, so I guess crooked?)

-Skinny/Lanky

-5’9

-Black, 14-18 inch, around Smedium (sized) locs, (his natural hair is type 4A), Though it gets cut later on so then it's about 10-12 inchs

-Voice: Tyler Okonma (mostly how his voice sounded in 2013, idk why but it sounds different to me), Speaks Spanish (1st), English (2nd) and he also knows/is learning ASL from Mick + Kelsey is trying to teach him Igbo, for fun

-Major attachment/abandonment issues

-BPD/EUPD + possible BDD and ASD

-He likes Jazz, R&B, Neo Soul, Rap, Hip Hop, Alternative, Rock, Metal, Horrorcore and (He won’t admit it but) Pop music, so artists like: Easy-E, Odd Future, Tyler the creator, Frank Ocean, Steve Lacy, The Internet, Bell Biv DeVoe, Skee-Lo, Rae Sremmurd, Usher, MF DOOM, Erykah Badu, Eve, TLC, Mary J. Blige, Lil’ Kim, Missy Elliott, Estelle, Brandy, Destiny’s Child, Keri Hilson, Kali Uchis, The Cramps, The Stooges, Gorillaz, October Country, Foster the People, Sohodolls, The Dresden Dolls, Eyedress, Coldplay, Tears For Fears, Metallica, Talking Heads, Moi Dix Mois, Fleetwood Mac, MCR, Le Tigre, The Crane Wives, Rammstein (Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Meghan Trainor, Fifth Harmony, Ariana Grande, MARINA, Madonna, Blondie, Wonder Girls, Jennifer Lopez, Rihanna)

-He has a bad habit of biting, he bites his hand and a few times he drew blood, bites his nails, chews on the strings of his Hoodies, etc.

-Likes plants and cool rocks

-Practices those weird little magic tricks

-His mom makes him play piano at/for Church, kinda likes it (REALLY likes it)

-Wants to write horror novels

-He likes photography, literature (Drama and Novels) and some other things that I'll later on

-He’s into urban exploration, he’ll take some pictures if he can, sometimes the creepy, rundown scenery inspires a setting for a story, or it just motivates him in general

-He has a bit of an interest in theater, musicals, etc.

-He loves horror, from Goosebumps to Stephan King to H.P Lovecraft to Saw, even The Hills Have Eyes, and he also really loves highly disturbing and graphic stuff (he just really wants to see gore and guts) but Mick HATES horror so he never got to watch it with him much, Kelsey is more into gothic and psychological horror but at the same time he does like the thought of just watching a whole lot of gore even if it has no plot, there's a VHS rental near his house but it's pretty rundown, there are some people there from time to time but Dev prefers when people aren't there, he likes talking to the owner sometimes cause she's pretty nice and she suggests good horror

-His mom is a hairdresser and a cleaner

-has a lisp

-The teachers are aware he gets bullied and even witnessed it multiple times and simply did nothing

-Allergic to dust + it makes his Asthma and Eczema act up

-He has his dad’s last name, Miranda, and uses it for everything but he’d prefer using his mom’s last name, Aparicio

-Actually just a dumbass

-Classes: Literature, Chemistry, Arithmetic, Photography, Spanish, Economics, History, Agriculture, ICT, P.E

#submission

[deadricslover]

late night thoughts: volume 1

none of you know me very well and I create some of your pre-bed time scenarios, so I thought I'd give you some really really random facts about me whilst I work on my many many many drafts. If you have any questions ask below! Although there are some things I would like to keep private for privacy reasons 💀 :)

- I am fluent in multiple languages! sometimes if I'm using one language for a period of time and then switch to another, I would mix words up and it's very funny when people don't understand me.

- Usually little girls would love to be a princess or a hairdresser, right? well my little self wanted to be a (as I called it) a racecar driver...... but in normal terms: a formula one driver. I don't know what was going through my head but I was obsessed. stealing my older brothers toy cars from when he was younger and wanting a go-kart for Christmas was normal to me and I often got made fun of for it. That dream would still be ideal today but I have more practical aspirations for my future now which is very emotional for me. :( I loved Daniel Riccardo he was literally my idol (+ vettel and Alonso!!!). My obsession was so hardcore that I refused to watch princess films and play with Barbies. I received a Rapunzel doll for my birthday when I was eight and took off her dress and coloured a race suit onto her with a sharpie. It was very creative to be fair.

- every relationship and friendship (besides my brother ily smelly) I have been in ever has been toxic and tore me down, my luck is so kind to me right? don't pity me or I swear- I was little and didn't know better. THE POINT IS my online friendships worked out so much better so I value you all so so so much honestly<3

- don't laugh at me please but when I was younger I had a crippling fear of the Simpsons..........they were scary ok?

- I have a dog!

- Christian bale isn't my only celebrity crush but that's not shocking I don't think.

- batman isn't my favourite superhero. shocking? he's one of my favourites but not in the top five. he is definitely the most attractive one, but as a character I prefer marvel characters :)

- i.am.a.sucker.for.romance.

- favourite..

superhero: super potato from Peppa pig. who else?

movie: the dark knight and whiplash (couldn't recommend enough, honestly)

tv show: ben and holly (I ❤️ Gaston). fuck Daniel Riccardo^^, Gaston is my idol

colour: RED WHEN I TELL YOU I LOVE RED- OMFG. I like purple too

food: grapes. theyre so random but I love the purple ones.

person: my best friend's mom. he knows I prefer her over him and feels so loved by me 💀 idk why I love her sm but I do. ur mom jokes are daily for us because of this.

animal: my older brother ❤️ he's the smelliest pig.

song: you know I'm no good ( and that whole album) by Amy Winehouse is my current hyperfixation but I love harry styles :) basic ass bitch I know but the arctic monkeys are in the mix too!

- I am literally the best at mario kart. like nobody can beat me for real, my mom and dad would play with me and my brother and I would always beat them no exceptions.

- I am literally -like I said a second ago- the most basic biatch. you know that one aesthetic that's like nerdy but in a Pinterest way? like loving taylor swift, marvel, books, Lana del Ray, music, Gilmore girls, the arctic monkeys and star wars? that's literally me. not that the arctic monkeys, Taylor or anything are nerdy but you know what Im trying to say? sorry if u don't HAJAJAHAHHA

- I cannot let my room become untidy. it's just a thing. I can't function in a slightly messy room, let alone a monstrosity that looks like an alien space ship crashed into my house. it irritates me because I constantly find myself cleaning and reorganising.

- I dont know why I got the urge to write on here, I never wanted to be an author growing up but I just thought it would be fun.

- I literally don't know what else to tell you😭 I'll edit this whenever I think of somat to add hehe.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #batman begins #christian bale #deadricslover #the dark knight #f1 #daniel ricciardo #the simpsons #idkwhatthesetagsrlmao

[2amtoday-blog]

Flower Night Road, the love between prostitutes and clients

The story of "Flower Night Road" takes place in Yoshihara during the Edo period. A wandering girl from a certain family set fire to Yoshihara in order to elope with her lover. Asagiri (played by Yumi Adachi) and the others left Yoshiwara, and followed their mother Sang to the Yamadaya house in the other hospital for a temporary stay, where they also picked up guests.

In Yoshiwara, it is stipulated that wandering girls cannot be emotional with guests, let alone have lovers. Whoever has a true love and who has a lover in private is equivalent to a crime. Asagiri is Shin Yoshihara's red card. She understands men's minds and knows how to trick them into spending a lot of money on her. She doesn't believe in love, and when she visits a temple fair, she meets Hanjiro (played by Yasushi Fuchigami), a cloth dyeing master, and he promises to help her repair the trampled morning glory hairpin. Hanjiro sees the wooden clogs on Asagiri's feet He told her that he also dyed the purple shoelaces, and they agreed to meet at the same place in the morning three days later and give her the repaired hairpin.

Delayed by her love-struck sister Yatsu, Asagiri arrives late, just in time to bump into Hanjiro and another woman walking side by side. A few days later, Asagiri and the others went to the banquet dinner of their client Yoshida Yatoemon, and Hanjiro was there. It turned out that he was an important guest of Yoshida Yatoemon. marriage. Hanjiro and Asagiri's eyes are evasive, and the shrewd and sophisticated Fujiemon realizes that the two have a secret relationship. Turning the topic to Asagiri, he said that he was the first guest of Asagiri's debut. Asagiri is the secret of Yoshihara's red card. When Asagiri is excited, red spots like flowers will appear on his body. I am afraid that Hanjiro will not believe it. He actually tore off Zhao Wu's clothes on the spot… and forced the two to look at each other. (Such a perverted picture)

When they met again in the old place, Hanjiro brought the repaired hairpin to Chaogiri as agreed, and told her that he rejected Yoshida's marriage, but Chaogiri was redeemed by Yoshidaya. Hanjiro wants Asagiri to never be redeemed by Yoshidaya. He has been tracking down the whereabouts of his lost sister Kiri, and found out that she was abducted and sold to Yoshiwara. die. The inside information he heard was not as simple as contracting lung disease, so he approached Yoshida House in the hope of getting more detailed information. Zhao Wu also said that when her mother abandoned her in a dark alley in Yoshihara, Wu Li found her and took her by her side as a little girl to learn the rules. When sister Wuli was redeemed, she was also very happy for her, but when she heard about her death not long ago, the hairdresser only said that Wuli was too pitiful, and refused to say anything else. The two discussed to ask about the fog from Yoshida House. That night, Hanjiro and Fujiemon were drinking and listening to the shamisen at Yamadaya. When Fujiemon drank too much, Hanjiro changed the topic to his redemption for Asagiri, and then cleverly turned it to Kiri. The door said that doing business often requires guests to come to Yoshiwara, so it is better to redeem the red-card tourist girl and go home, which can be used to entertain customers to facilitate business negotiations and save the cost of Yoshiwara. Because Wuli refused to obey, he drove her out. For the wandering girl who grew up in Yoshiwara, she had no ability to make a living, and she became a pheasant for a living, like a mouse living in a ditch, and died of disease. - Under Your Bed (2019)-Film Review - Barbie Dreamtopia Mermaid Doll for $5.31 Fs/ Amazon Prime - Nubia Z40S Pro Appearance Exposed: Right-Angle Middle Frame, Physical Sliding Button - 5 best robot vacuums in 2022 - Beats Studio3 Wireless Noise Cancelling Over-Ear Headphones Review Banjiro was so angry that he wrestled with Fujiemon, and picked up the iron tongs and inserted them into Fujiemon's head. There was a fatal accident, and Yamadaya was in a commotion, and Asagiri asked Hanjiro to run away quickly. Hanjiro asked a child to give Chaogiri a note, and asked her to come to the small temple where the two met for the first time at midnight. When they met, Hanjiro gave Chaogiri a bag, which was for her to walk "in the middle of the road" ornate kimonos and headgear. This is the dream of every traveling girl, and Asagiri thought it would never come true. refers to the brothel women who debuted for the first time. The short distance from the brothel to the benefactor, wearing a gorgeous kimono, parades like an oiran. This is the dream of all wandering women. With the help of Hanjiro, Asagiri put on layers of gorgeous colors, and blue peonies bloomed one after another under the moonlight. When the picture of Chaogiri walking gracefully in the aisle appeared, the desolation behind the sentence "Wandering girls are not allowed to have lovers, and offenders will be punished severely." makes people even more sad. The police from the government still found them, and Hanjiro was arrested. Yatsu knew that Chaogiri had an affair with Hanjiro, and wanted to elope. Still have a lover. Asagiri, who was brought back to Yamadaya, was locked in a small dark house. After all, Yatsu couldn't bear to go to see Asagiri and told her that Hanjiro had been beheaded at noon. Before leaving, he handed Chaogiri a handkerchief, opened it, and there was a lock of hair. Chaogiri shook his hands, looked up at the blue sky of the open window, tears rolled out of his eyes, and cried slowly until he collapsed on the ground. The ending of Asagiri was to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river. Yatsu watched Asagiri's body being salvaged, holding Hanjiro's hair and the morning glory hairpin tightly in his hands. She put the hairpin in her bun and said: What's the point of life if you don't have such a vigorous love. Andayou believes that "Flower Night Road" really challenged the 18-year-old nude sex scene. The scale of the film is bold and explicit. I can't accept such a big change in the cute child star in "Homeless Children" in my memory… ( Tears ran). Read the full article

#japanesemovies

[dietmountaindewb8by]

runaway

this was an ask on my main acc. it was where five’s beloved ran away... I HOPE Y’ALL LOVE IT I HAD SO SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS ONE

also, please send in more yandere five requests, i’m having way too much fun with this

warnings: swearing, yandere content, five is controlling as hell, five is condescending

He needed to take care of something. Just a quick emergency with Allison and Klaus getting into trouble. He had you in bed, about to go to sleep.

But you weren’t tucked in, warm in bed, when he got back. You were nowhere to be found.

“Sweetheart?” he called, eyes on the empty, wrinkled spot in bed. Gone. Gone gone gone.

No. 

Absolutely not.

“Honey,” he called out sweetly, looking through the rooms of the academy. “It’s a little too late to play hide and seek.”

That and you should know he’d always find you. Always. 

He began to search more frantically with that thought in his mind.

“Come on out now, darling,” he said. “I’m done.”

You didn’t come out.

And that was when he knew: you’d left.

~*~

He didn’t want to time travel.

No, then you wouldn’t learn the truth. He wouldn’t take the lazy way out, and he’d find you. He’d bring you home, and you’d be warm in your own bed. 

Tomorrow, you would talk.

~*~

You were panting. Crawling out of a window is a hell of a lot harder than they make it seem. You had changed your clothes, your location.

You didn’t have enough time to do everything else; but the first stop tomorrow was to a hairdresser and to get colored contacts. You couldn’t afford to be caught by the murderer that insisted upon coddling you.

“And how may I help you this evening?” the front desk asked. The motel was cheap, and there was likely more than one murder there, but it was the best you could do for now. And you’d take it. 

“One room please.”

“Just for the night.”

“Just one night.”

“Got it.”

~*~

You had to organize, and get yourself together quickly. You were still in the comfortable pajamas Five had picked out that morning; you still smelled like the shampoo he had bought for you.

You wanted control. The only way to get it was to leave; not that you wanted to be there in the first place. He’d kept you there, more and more over time. He’d kept you there with sweet words and locked doors, insisting he would take care of everything.

You were a big kid. You didn’t want to be a little doll; you just wanted to be yourself. And if that meant swearing off love or being on the run for the rest of your life to keep away from the killer that called himself your boyfriend, so be it.

Scrolling on your phone, you found a good salon, and made the arrangements for the next day.

You were leaving town.

~*~

He had no problem finding you, especially when he had Diego run the plate of the stolen car. You really didn’t think it through, did you?

He found comfort in that. Who knows what would’ve happened if you had made it a step further?

“Hi,” he greeted the front desk. “There’s been an emergency on the second floor- a lot of, well..you’ll find out.”

The woman’s eyes widened. He knew there was no one else running the place tonight. 

He flipped through the book containing the rooms and the names. He couldn’t find yours. He smiled to himself; smart, he thought. 

He’d just have to do a more in-depth search of the hotel.

~*~

You sat up just after your eyes opened. You needed to move as soon as possible.

But before you could even climb out of bed, a light flicked on in the corner.

Shit, you thought.

His legs were crossed, hands folding in his lap. His face did not hold any sort of expression; that wasn’t good.

You two just looked at one another for what could’ve been a solid ten minutes.

You thought about your options: 

1) You could make a run for it; but that wouldn’t work. With his powers and the fact that he already found you, it wasn’t highly likely that you’d get away.

2)You could reason with him; but that wouldn’t work because he was Five and you kind of just abandoned him in the middle of the night.

3)You could wait for him to say something and hope that he would just leave you alone.

“Do you have anything to say?” he asked, eyebrow cocked. 

“Uhm… no, not really.”

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?” 

Your eyes closed as your hand rubbed down the length of your face. You didn’t want to look at him, at the adoring but disappointed look in his eyes.

You were more afraid of the adoration than the disappointment. 

You had no idea what he was going to do to you, but you knew that you had no choice but to go with him. 

So. you nodded, still not looking him in the eye. But you could see him move from your peripheral vision, see him move toward your suitcase and pack up the few belongings you removed from it. 

You could see him move toward you and you could feel him place a hand on the side of your head, pressing his lips to your head. “You know I love you. That’s why I’m doing this.”

~*~

“You need to go to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, testing the bonds on your wrists. You wouldn’t be leaving the bedroom, let alone the bed, for a few days. There wasn’t much else you could do, you thought. “I know last night was probably stressful.”

You just nodded, knowing any arguing would be futile.

“When you’re let out,” he said, absentminded, turning off the light, “you and I can go on a vacation. How does that sound?”

Your face must’ve lit up a little too much because his darkened slightly. 

It took a second, and he seemed to be fighting with himself. “I’m not letting you out of my line of sight again. I’m letting this one slide.” He enunciated the phrase by tightening the bonds. “I’m letting it slide because I know you’re getting tired of the house. But you’re not leaving me; you’re not leaving until death takes you from me, and even then, I wouldn’t let that happen. What else is time travel for?”

That made you want to throw up.

“Sleep tight, baby. We’ll talk when you wake up.”

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #five x you #tua #tua x reader #tua x you #the umbrella academy #dark the umbrella academy #yandere the umbrella academy #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five #dark five hargreeves #dark five #yandere tua

[anniemika]

Heeey, so like about dilf!Eren, can you give some headcanons for Eren as a dad and a husband? Your Mother’s Day fic was so gooood and he’s all I can think about💕💕 Oh also how he is when you’re pregnant

This got me all emotional while I was writing it lol ignore me, period hormones, anyways I’ve already written about how he is when you’re pregnant, so I’ll just insert that here. So let’s see

he’d be such help when your kids are still very little, he’d change diapers in the middle of the night, get up to feed them, try his best to take the load off your shoulders

if they walk or say their first word without him being there, he’d literally never get over it and be so sad his eyes would get teary:(((

but if he is, he’ll go completely insane, like he’d be so happy he probably wouldn’t go to sleep for a couple of nights, he’d just be right there next to his kid, waiting for another word to come out (praying it would be dada)

he’d be the type of dad that would go to all his kid’s recitals or even practices when he has the time

he’d be cheering in the crowd and get mad like a little kid if his children are losing at something

even if he is a bit disappointed (because of his ambitious nature), he won’t let them see it but will motivate them when they’re feeling down

would be an ambitious dad overall, even competitive with other dads (insert Jean)

would teach them from a very early age to ride a bike, ski, swim, basically encourage them to be active

he’d love playing with them so much, he would spend hours doing just that and forget everything else that’s happening in the world around him

would absolutely play dolls with his daughter (I just remembered how he played dolls with Mikasa agshdmldxm)

would bribe them for sure when he does something he’s not supposed to (break your favorite vase, conjure a small fire after an attempt at cooking smth he knows he can’t, etc.)

would ask you to teach him how to braid your daughter’s hair, or just teach him basic kid hairstyles so if you’re not around he’d be able to do them

same with his son, he’d be the one to do his haircuts and he’d get straight up offended if you even suggest a hairdresser

would teach them how to play video games and would pout so hard when they become better and start beating him

would make those cute breakfasts with the Mickey Mouse pancakes and fruits decorated as little smiling faces

he’d be such a caring husband, he would make breakfast for you with the kids on your birthday or Mother’s Day, he’d spend time doing handmade cards with them, then go buy you flowers and chocolates and just spoil you rotten

same goes for his kids, he’d make every birthday sooo special, dressing up as their favourite cartoon characters and dressing up as Santa for Christmas

just an all-around really involved dad that spends time with you and them as much as possible, but sometimes maybe not the best influence

you might catch your kids saying some questionable phrases and words because of him

it’d be so funny, he’d accidentally slip a “shit” or a “fuck” and you’d see the blood drain out of his face when he realizes, so he’d try his best to correct himself, saying “shoot” or “fudge” but it’d be too late

could get quite stern and impatient sometimes, it’s part of his personality after all

but he loves his kids so much, he couldn’t possibly stay mad at them for long, and if he accidentally shouts if things escalate (which would happen very rarely), he’d feel like total shit afterwards

would crawl in his kids’ beds and hug them so tightly, whispering that he’s sorry he’s yelled

cause he’s just an emotional guy with an enormous heart after all<3

#my baby Eren #he deserved this and much more in canon #but oh well #he'd be the hottest dad tho #that's for damn sure #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger fluff #eren fluff #dilf eren

[holylulusworld]

Performance issues

Summary: Tony is not amused about something you said.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, hair pulling, biting, dominant Tony, daddy kink, cocky Tony, semi-public sex, role play, talk about sex, fingering

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“And then I said, ‘performance issues, it’s not uncommon,” Tony snickers, explaining how he made fun of Loki. “He tried again and again but, didn’t get it done. Loki only said, ‘this usually works.”

“Men and their performance issues, right Tony?” you smirk, watching Tony’s eyes darken when you imply he’s got performance issues too. “So sad when you are all turned on, naked and wet but the guy just can’t get it up.”

Sam chokes on his drink, looks at you with wide eyes before he excuses himself. You are never bold, not in the slightest but tonight you are a bit tipsy and Tony wears one of those suits letting his ass stick out.

He does have to know you will make yourself cum later, imagining the cocky billionaire.

“What? It’s true,” you slide your fingers over Tony’s chest, smirking when he watches the motion of your hand with darkened eyes. Unlike most of his flings, you hold his gaze, not cower in front of ‘the Tony Stark’. 

“You can’t say things like that in front of Sam. He’s a prude, you know that darling,” Tony smirks. “He’s like Capsicle. Prude in front of others, kinky bastard in the sheets.”

“I hate to spend a whole day sometimes even two to prepare my body for a date. I let Janice wax my pussy and ass, go to a hairdresser, buy an expensive dress, put make-up on and right when it gets interesting, he can’t fuck me like a man.” 

“Not all man can’t get it up, Y/N,” stepping closer Tony breathes in your face. His eyes drop to your cleavage, and you chuckle, patting his cheek. “Some can go for more than once in one night.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Tony,” you smirk, patting his cheek gently. “We don’t want you to have a heart attack as you swallowed too much Viagra.”

“You little,” watching you walk away to get another drink Tony fumes. “How can you say something like that without giving me the chance to prove-“ his smirk turns into a dark grin when you excuse yourself to usher toward the ladies’ restrooms. “Aw, she will be such a nice prey…”

“There she is,” Tony smirks when you spin around to watch him waltz into the ladies’ restroom. “If any other lady is inside these walls, I highly recommend leaving the room.”

“Stark, what are you doing at the-“ you gasp feeling the wall collide with your back. The cool tile wall presses into your exposed back, forces a shiver to run down your spin.

Tony holds your face with two fingers, smirking when you willingly open your mouth to let him claim it roughly. “Good girl,” he purrs, something evil in mind. “I’m gonna show you how well I can get big Tony up.”

“Big,” huffing you drop your gaze, eye lashes fluttering when Tony slowly unzips his pants. “What are you doing?”

“Get it out, darling,” he licks into your mouth, forces a moan out of your throat when his free hand grips your wrist to push your hand down his pants. “Good, isn’t it? Big and hard, only for you, Y/N.”

Frantically running your hand up and down his length you look up at Tony. He moves his hand to your throat, holds you pinned to the wall while you swipe your thumb over the tip.

“Tony, we shouldn’t-“ you whisper, afraid someone could stumble into you and Tony. “Not here.”

“Right here,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear, tugging at it with his teeth. “I’m gonna fuck you so good everyone will know I was inside your cunt. You’ll walk funny for days, my seed deep inside your little pussy.”

“Tony,” you cry out, feeling his cock twitch in your hands. “This is-“

“Yeah?” he mocks, thrusting his hips forward, making you yelp. “You’ll be my good girl or I’ll go out there and tell everyone you weren’t woman enough to take my big cock.”

“Bastard,” he grins. “I bet you can’t even make a girl cum.”

“Let go of my dick,” he growls, against your lips, hand dangerously close to squeezing your throat. “Now.”

He pins your hands roughly above your head, holding your wrist with one large palm while he smoothes his other hand over your chest to grope one of your breasts. “Tony.”

“Yeah, darling?” he grins, hand moving further down your body to spread your legs, he leans closer, breathes in your face before he moves his hand to your panties rip them off your body. “You don’t need those. I want to see all of you.”

“Tony, I’m warning you,” Tony doesn’t listen, he just stares at you intensely as he runs three fingers up and down your clit, gathering your slick. He smirks, inspecting his hand covered in your slick moments later.

“So wet for me already,” you moan when he pushes one finger into his mouth to lick your taste of the digit. “I’ll eat that cunt later. Now I want you to place be a good girl for me.”

“Why should I?” you grin, watching Tony’s features darken. He cocks his head, recalls your question before his hands grasp for your waist to lift you easily. “What? How can you be that strong?”

“Perks of trying to keep up with Capsicle and Thor,” he purrs. “Legs around me and you might wanna wrap your arms around my neck cause I’m going to rock your world.”

“Seriously? Who writes your speeches, Stark?” you smirk, not giving away you yearn to get filled by the cocky billionaire. “Maybe you should ask Steve for advice on how to seduce a woman.”

“I’m gonna break you,” Tony angles his hips to line himself up with your entrance, smirking as he can hear a tiny whimper leaves your lips when he snaps his hips forward, thrusting hard to fill you in one go. “There we go, baby doll.”

“You’re such an ass,” you grip his shoulders, hold tight onto him for dear life when he starts moving. “Do you think this will change my mind?”

“I don’t need to change your mind, darling. I will just fuck you into obedience and make you my good girl,” he grunts, grinding into you. “Feel this? Feel how good I fill you with my cock?”

“I can barely feel your dick,” you quip, a dirty smirk on your lips. “I think anyone else could fuck me better.”

“Little minx,” he hastily pulls out, almost dropping you to the ground. “I will tame your lose mouth.” Tony drags you toward the washbasin, forces you to bend over. “Look at you.” 

He fists your hair, forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“I want you to watch me fuck this tight little cunt, darling. If you don’t watch me the whole time, you won’t cum. Hands onto the washbasin,” he smirks, lips pressing against your neck. 

“Just fuck me already,” gripping the edge of the washbasin you watch Tony grip your waist to thrust back inside. He groans, savoring the moment your cunt greedily swallows him again. “Do it, Stark. Hard and fast.”

“You asked for it,” pushing against your shoulders, gripping them tightly Tony holds you down, smirking as you struggle to lift your head to watch him in the mirror. “Now take it like a good girl.”

“Fuck-“ you mutter. Mouth falling open you moan his name, take every unforgiving thrust, receive all the pent-up anger Tony needs to release. “Tony.”

“I’m so deep it must hurt,” he gets impossible faster, not caring your legs are about to give in. “Be more vocal, darling. Tell me how good my cock feels inside of you.

“G-good, Tony,” choking the words out you try anything to not cry out in pleasure. You don’t need any nosy Avenger to pass the door and know exactly what Tony is doing to you. “Fuck.”

“That’s a good pussy, darling. You know, I’ll never let you stray too far from now on,” more grinding now, he slows down. “Bet you will even call me daddy.”

“S-sick,” you squeak when he starts to hammer into you, abusing your cunt the way he wants to, “bastard. I will not call you-“

“Say it and I’ll let you cum, Y/N. If you don’t, this will be a fucking long night for you,” feeling the edge so close it hurts you lift your head to meet Tony’s eyes. He has the time of his life, smirks anytime you look at him, pleadingly. “Say it, darling.”

“Fuck, lemme cum-“ you beg, teeth gritted. You wish you could slap the grin off his face but you are too close to a long-needed orgasm, so you swallow your pride and spat the word at him. “Daddy.”

“Such a good girl,” he moves faster again, almost sledgehammering into you. “Again.”

“Daddy.”

“And again,” thrust after thrust hits your g-spot and you wonder, well you would wonder if your brain wasn’t out of service at the moment, how he can read your body so well. “Y/N.”

“Daddy.”

“That’s it, darling,” you cry out his name, along with daddy when Tony finally let’s you cum. “So good for me.” you just lie on the washbasin, forgetting Tony didn’t even bother using a condom. “Now have all of it inside your naughty little hole.”

“Fuck-“ Tony doesn’t pull out. He even grips your shoulders tighter to jerk his hips into your ass, roaring through his orgasm. “You just came inside, Stark.”

“Had to mark you inside and outside, darling. I want you to go out there with my cum run down your thighs. We will say goodnight to the others, have a warm bath and later, I’m gonna ruin you once for all…”

“What happened to your make-up?” looking at you, brows furrowed Steve tries to fathom why you look like you just got fucked in the restrooms. “Something wrong, Y/N?”

“No, I’m good,” you hate Tony watches you press your legs together. He knows his cum runs down your thighs and enjoys the struggle on your face. “Just a little tired, Steve. Thank you for worrying.”

“I think I’ll accompany Y/N to her room,” Tony clears his throat, offering his arm to you. “I can’t let one of my guests suffer, can I?”

“Ever the gentleman.”

“Oh, darling,” Tony leans closer to whisper in your ear, “I will not act like a gentleman tonight, Y/N. You will be covered in cum, spit, and my marks all over your body. Maybe I’ll spank your ass a little too…”

Steve chokes on his drink, spilling it all over his jacket. “That bastard,” glancing at Bucky the supersoldier scrunches up his nose. “Did you hear what I heard, Buck?”

“I want to forget about it, Steve. Just lemme forget about it,” Bucky shudders, turning his attention toward his drink. “I wish I could get drunk. Where is Thor? Does he still got the good stuff?”

“What if anyone saw your cum run down my legs,” you tut. “We wanted to be careful, keep our relationship a secret, and you had to fuck me at the restrooms.”

“Couldn’t help myself,” Tony grins, watching you stretch your body on his plush bed. “I think, everyone heard I made you scream my name. Now back to breeding you.”

“Stark, forget it,” shaking your head you make sure Tony knows you are not ready for kids and marriage. “No kids now.”

“I want some with you. Maybe three or four,” he grins, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, Stark,” you growl, glancing at his erection. “But I like trying…”

“I like trying too, darling…”

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[bentobarnes]

『𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧』

note : my requests are OPEN! Feel free to send me story requests♡

pairings : bucky barnes x reader

word count : 550

request by @lovie-barnes (thank you! love you 🥺 ) : hairdresser reader gives bucky a scalp massage to help him during a headache.

warnings : fluff and fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

Being a hairdresser always had 2 benefits. Benefit number 1: you have amazing hair, which you know how to treat properly. Benefit number 2: you can take good care of your boyfriend’s hair.

You just got home from work. It was 7 pm and Bucky was already home. Although something didn’t seem right.

“I’m home, Buck!” You shouted entering the apartment but you got nothing in return. It wasn’t normal he was waiting for you every single day.

You opened the door to your shared bedroom and found Bucky sitting on the bed’s edge with elbows on his knees and his hand in his palms. He lifted his head a bit but it was only followed by a whimper.

“Hey, babe. What’s wrong, honey?” You asked softly and sat on the bed next to him, spreading your hands over his back. He slightly relaxed under your touch.

“Headache. I feel like my head is gonna explode.” He replied with a pained voice.

You stood there for a while with his head nestled into your chest while you played with his hair, listening to his steady breath.

“I have an idea.” You whispered into his ear and he hummed. “I can make you a scalp massage. It will help with the pain. Is that okay, baby?”

“I just want it to go away.” He murmured into your chest before you gently moved him to the side and went to pick everything you need.

He was seated in a small, short wooden chair in the bathroom. You placed a towel around his shoulders and lighted a few scent candles.

“I prepared some lavender oil mixed with some jojoba oil.” You brought the bowl next to his nose and he inhaled the relaxing smell. His shoulders relaxed.

“That’s right, baby.” You dipped your fingers into the bowl and with soft circular motions, you started massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers.

Bucky purred under your touch. “That feels soo nice, doll.” Bucky signed in relief and you smiled at how adorable he looked. Just like a cat purrs when you pat them.

After 10 minutes the massage was over and Bucky seemed a lot better than before. His head didn’t hurt anymore. He went to stand up but you stopped him by putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I’m still not ready, mister!” You exclaimed behind him and he stood still while you washed his hair with shampoo gently massaging his hair again.

You put on some conditioner and waited for it to absorb into his hair. When it was the time you rinsed it off and blow-dried his hair because you didn’t want him to catch a cold.

“Can a make a little braid just one? Only to one strand of hair. Please, baby.” You pleaded while brushing his hair.

“Of course, love.” Bucky loved you and appreciated everything you have done for him. He couldn’t be more in love.

You made a little braid into his hair and he adored it. It was something you made for him because you loved him.

There wasn’t even a memory of the headache making his head pout earlier. All this is because of you. The love of his life. Having a girlfriend hairdresser had a lot of benefits.

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[pappydaddy]

For Her (s.h. + b.h.)

  A/N: This is for the lovely anon who asked for a platonic! Steve Harrington x Reader x platonic! Billy Hargrove where they go to prom. I added a little spice about people not believing that they are all just friends bc let’s be honest, people always assume they know more about what’s going on than they actually do. I loved prom even though people really did try to ruin it for me, but that is a story for another day if y’all wanna hear it. Writing this really made me go back to my high school years (my prom was three years ago, yikes) so thank you anon, it was really nice to revisit those days (even though I realized that I am actually old now😅). But anyway, it wasn’t specified what pronouns to use so I am using my default (she/her) like I outline in my Request Rules! Now enough of me trying to recapture my youth when I didn’t have chronic back pain 24/7 and on to the imagine! Hope you like it lovely anon💛!

pairing: platonic!steve harrington x fem!reader x platonic!billy hargrove

show/movie: stranger things

requested

au where billy never beat steve nearly to death

warnings: nothing? good times. some good steve vs. billy bickering. 

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  “Come on, please!” Y/N pleaded, grabbing Billy and Steve’s sleeves to prevent them from walking away from the group. Billy and Steve both stopped, glaring at each other.

  “No.” They answered together, not turning to try and walk away again since Y/N still gripped their sleeves. They both resorted to turning their backs to each other like children. Heaving a sigh, Y/N used most of her strength to yank the two closer to her, her arms growing tired of reaching.

  “Can’t you two just get along for one night,” She asked, her eyes wide and pleading, her bottom lip sticking out. The sound of her voice made the two turn their heads enough to see her. “For me?” She pressed, turning her pouting eyes to Steve, knowing that out of either of them, he would break first. Steve also knew this, making him turn his head away from her, trying not to cave under her puppy-dog expression.

  “Sorry, Y/N/N, I would go with you in a heartbeat, but I can’t go with you if he is going with you.” Steve spoke a little louder, making up for the fact that his back was turned to her. Billy scoffed at this, shifting his weight, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip with an unimpressed glare on his face. Y/N slumped her shoulders, playing on Billy’s weaknesses now.

  “Billy,” She sounded as sad as she could, trying to get her two best friends to come with her to prom. He silently shook his head. “I can’t believe you two.” She sighed, her spirits breaking. Shaking her head in defeat, she let her hold on them drop, but neither boy moved despite regaining their freedom from their mutual friend. 

  “Y/N/N-” Steve breathed out, feeling guilty. He wanted to make her happy, but he just couldn’t handle Billy. The pair just could not get along. Steve constantly questioned how Y/N could be friends with someone like Billy Hargrove. Bad blood ran between them like rushing waters. 

  “No, it’s fine. You guys can’t get along, I know that,” She shook her head. “I should have never suggested this. I’ll just go with some of my girl friends, it’s fine.” She lied, trying to hide her disappointment (even though she was failing miserably). The two boys looked at each other, Y/N’s head bowed as she shuffled her feet against the broken pavement of the school parking lot. 

  “We’ll do it.” Steve declared, rolling his shoulders back to stand straight, tilting his chin up towards the sky in confidence. He wasn’t sure if he would regret this decision, but at that moment, he knew that it would make Y/N happy. Just the way her eyes lit up with excitement and the wide smile that stretched onto her face as she snapped her head up to look at him. 

  “For real?” She practically vibrated with excitement. Billy glared over Y/N’s head at Steve. Steve gave him a subtle look, telling him he better go along with it. With a heaving sigh, Billy’s body depressed for a second before he stood back up. 

  “Yeah,” He gruffed, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “We’ll go to prom with you.” 

  “Oh my god! I can’t believe this,” She squealed, clapping her hands as she jumped up and down, looking between the minimally excited boys. “I am so excited! I have to go and start planning!” With that, she took off towards her car, leaving the two boys in their spots, glares set on each other. 

  “She is the only reason I’m doing this.” Billy stated. 

  “You think I’m doing this to get a date with you, Hargrove?” Steve bit back. They sneered at each other, hard glared burning into their skin. With a simultaneous grunt, they turned away from each other and walked to their cars; their shoulders tense as they tried to figure out how they could spend Prom night together without ruining it for Y/N.

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  “Y/N?” Billy’s gruff voice called through her empty house. She looked towards her open bedroom door, hearing the click of her front door shutting.

  “In my room!” She hollered to him, eyes dropping back down to the pieces of cut out magazine pages scattered around the bedspread in front of her legs. It only took a minute for Billy to shed himself of his shoes and pad along the carpet in his sock feet into Y/N’s room. He knew the layout of her house like the back of his hand.

  “Hey pipsqueak,” Billy smirked, spotting her sitting cross-cross on top of her soft pink comforter. She glanced up from her cut-outs to glare at him. “What’s that? Playing dolls or something?” He teased, spotting the cut-outs of people. Y/N mocked him as he flopped onto her bed, messing everything up.

  “Hey! You messed it up you big dodo!” She whined, trying desperately to get everything organized. Billy watched her before rolling onto his back, picking up a piece on his way. He held it in front of him, fiddling with it. It was a corsage filled with white flowers and a sprig of baby’s breath.

  “So why’d you call me over if you’re just going to ignore me?” He asked, flipping the flimsy paper over to see what was on the back. He read the words that were left from an article that had been sacrificed for a prom dream board.

  “I’m not ignoring you, you just got here earlier than I expected,” She pointed out, searching the bed for one last piece. Glancing at Billy, she sighed before leaning over to snatch the picture from his hands. He cried out in protest, rolling back over onto his stomach. “Don’t touch yet.” She scolded, fitting it back into place.

  “Hey Y/N/N! I brought snacks-“ Steve burst into the room, his eyes in the bag of snacks he brought. His entrance startled Y/N and Billy since they hadn’t heard him open the door. “Wait, why is he here?” Steve questioned immediately, looking up to see Billy in the room.

  “Yeah, you didn’t tell me Harrington was coming!” Billy looked back at Y/N.

  Y/N looked between the boys, shocked that they were so hostile towards each other. She knew they didn’t get along, but they couldn’t be in the same room as each other. Steve she understood sine Billy did try to beat him up and all. “We need to discuss prom details and I didn’t tell you guys because I knew that you wouldn’t come if the other was here.”

  “Not true-” Steve tried to argue, but Y/N simply gave him a look saying that she wasn’t going to buy his lies. “I would have sucked it up, might not have been happy about it, but I would have sucked it up non-the-less.” Steve insisted curtly. Y/N hummed in disbelief, resuming her task of matching bow-ties to the dresses. 

  “Okay, moving on,” She exclaimed, moving the paired clippings into the center of the bed. Clapping her hands, she bounced slightly on the bed. “These dresses are all the same colour as mine so these are the possible bow-tie colours you guys can buy,” She explained, pointing to each tie. “Then these,” She paused, sliding the clippings of corsages. “These are the corsages that will go with each tie and dress combo.” 

  “You want both of us to get you a corsage?” Billy inquired, flicking his eyes up from the scattered clippings to send her a questioning look. 

  “No, one corsage is enough, but you two both need boutonnieres,” She pointed out, grabbing another pile of clippings, letting the rain down onto a free bit of comforter. “This one is my favourite, but it would only really go with this corsage with only goes with this bow-tie-” She gasped, reaching for another corsage. “But this one is so pretty.” As she was busy trying to piece together the clippings, the boys both lifted their eyes to share a look. 

  “You just had to say we’d go together.” Billy grumbled under his breath, making sure only Steve heard. 

  “Suck it up, Hargrove. It’s for Y/N/N.” 

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  Tonight was the night and Y/N could barely contain her excitement. Since it was senior prom, the seniors had a shorter day, getting off early in order to prepare for their last prom. “Two dates,” Her hairdresser repeated in a shocked voice, his jaw dropped as he looked at her through the mirror. Y/N nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Well, aren’t you just snatching them right up? Good for you.” He patted her shoulder, going back to put her hair in rollers. 

  “It’s not like that, they are my friends.” She corrected him, inspecting her freshly done nails. Her hairdresser hummed, pinning the last curler in place, stepping away to look over his work. 

  “Whatever you say,” He shrugged, sitting in the empty chair beside her as her makeup artist come into the salon. “Sarah, Y/N has two dates to the prom and she claims that they are just friends.” He filled the girl in as she set her supplies up. Sarah scoffed, assuming he was pulling her leg, but when neither of them laughed, she looked over her shoulder with a worried glance. 

  “Oh, you’re serious,” She realized, clearing her throat. “Just friends?” She asked Y/N to make sure as she started to get to work on her face. 

  “Deadly,” Y/N confirmed. “They basically hate each other so it was really had to get them both to agree to come as a group, but I managed.” She explained. 

  “I will believe this whole ‘just friends’ thing when I see that neither one of them has a thing for you.” Her hairdresser spoke up once again, watching Sarah as she applied the makeup to Y/N. Sarah hummed in response, focusing on blending the foundation. 

  “I second that Randy.”

  “Well, they’re picking me up from the salon so, you’ll both see it,” Y/N informed them, drumming her fingers against the arms of the chair, tapping her foot against the metal bar. “Then you’ll see that it’s true, we are just friends.” She gloated, ignoring the skeptical looks Randy and Sarah shared. 

____

  “Okay, Y/N, where are these two dreamboats?” Randy asked impatiently as Sarah helped Y/N into her dress. His eyes were glued to the door as he sat behind the receptionist desk, his elbows pressing into the desk. Shaking her head, Sarah muttered under her breath about his constant nagging as she zipped the back of Y/N’s dress up. 

  “They’re probably arguing about the address I told them, they’re both extremely stubborn and head-strong, especially when they’re around each other.” She told him, slipping into her shoes, walking out into the main part of the salon. Randy huffed, swirling around on the stool to face her, his eyes widening at the sight of her in her gown. 

  “Lord, if those two don’t nearly fall over when they see you, I’m not letting you go with them,” He commented, hopping off the stool to stride over to her, taking her hands in his, holding them away from her. “You look show-stopping. The belle of the ball.” He continued to compliment. 

  “Randy, I think they’re here.” Sarah nodded to the door just as the rev of an engine sounded as the blue Camaro pulled into the parking lot. Randy dropped Y/N’s hands, facing the door as he moved to stand behind her. Sarah and Randy clutched hands, waiting with bated breath as Y/N smiled lightly at the door, watching as Billy and Steve climbed out of the car in their tuxes, obviously arguing about something. 

  “Oh my gosh, you are a lucky girl,” Randy gasped, watching the two stride towards the door, two boutonnieres sitting in a case in Billy’s hands and a beautiful corsage in Steve’s. The dig of the bell above the door ceased their bickering, their eyes settling on Y/N standing in the center of the salon. Their breaths seemed to leave them as they froze, eyes wide. “Not the reaction I wanted, but still good.” Randy whispered to Sarah, his eyes still locked on the two boys. 

  “Wow, Y/N/N,” Steve breathed out, straightening up and walking into the salon. 

  “You look stunning.” Billy finished for him, also walking in, the door closing behind him. 

  “There is no way they are just friends, we can’t be wrong, can we?” Sarah asked, doubting that there was anything romantic between any of them. Randy remained silent, not wanting to answer her. 

  Steve extended the corsage sitting in the clear case to Y/N bashfully. “Here, this is for you, it’s the one you really liked and said went with your dress the best.” He spoke, fumbling to open the case. Y/N smiled, extending her wrist towards him gently. 

  “Why thank you, Steve,” She teased, watching as he slipped it onto her wrist. “It’s beautiful.” She breathed out in awe, twisting and turning her wrist as she gazed down at it. Steve watched her, also in awe of her beauty, she was simply glowing. 

  “If any of them liked her, my money is on that one,” Randy whispered, jutting his chin in Steve’s direction. “He’s got amazing hair.” He noted. Just as he spoke those words, Billy walked forward, extending the other clear case towards her. Y/N took it in her hands, gazing down at the matching boutonnieres. 

  “My money is on the other one, the bad boy who is only soft for one girl? Definitely him.” Sarah countered, watching him bend down slightly so that Y/N could pin one of the boutonnieres on him. Randy shook his head, his eyes watching Steve and Y/N as they did the same thing. Looking over at Sarah, he gave her a disapproving look. 

  “Look at them-” 

  “Thank you guys, I’ll show you the pictures tomorrow!” Y/N broke their argument, the two boys leading her out of the Salon. 

  “You’re welcome, have a great time!” Randy and Sarah chorused. 

____         

  The prom was in full swing when the three stepped into the gym. Y/N gazed around at the decorations, truly believing that the prom committee outdid themselves this year. Instead of a disco ball like every other year, there were moons hanging, a soft glow coming from each of them to dimly light the space, tons of shiny silver stars hung down all the way from the ceiling, ending only a few feet over everyone’s heads. Every piece of fabric whether it was draped over a table or covering up the walls and bleachers was a deep purple, sticking with the starry night theme. The centrepieces were deep purple flowers in vases that were a stunning sliver with purple hearts painted beautifully by hand. 

  Students laughed and talked loudly, but the music still boomed over their voices. A big crowd was grouped in the middle of the gym, dancing along to The Police, large smiles on their faces. The entire atmosphere made Y/N’s heart float in happiness and wonder. “This is just like in the movies!” She proclaimed, rushing off to take a closer look at the tables, Steve and Billy following behind her awkwardly. 

  “So how does this work?” Steve wondered, not thinking about how to share a prom date. Do they all slow dance together in a circle? If Steve wants to get Y/N punch, does he have to get punch for Billy as well? 

  “What do you mean how does this work,” Billy asked rudely, looking at the slightly shorter boy, making Steve sneer towards him in response. “Never been on a date before, Harrington?” Billy poked at him, Steve’s sneer turning into a scowl. 

  “Of course I’ve been on dates before, Hargrove,” Steve bit back. “I’m asking how we manage to do this without me having to touch you, ever.” 

  “Like I would want you to touch me, Harring-” 

  “Would you two cut it out, it’s quite simple how we go about this,” Y/N broke up their fight, turning around to face them. “We sit together, talk, dance together on fast songs, and I switch off between the two of you for slow songs. I thought it all out beforehand.” She waved them off, walking over to the punch table which also held a wide assortment of snacks, food and candy, all cut out in the shapes of stars and moons. 

  “I would like to point out that I don’t dance.” Billy grumbled as they followed her once again. 

  “I think you could dance for one night without it killing you.” Steve groaned, taking a cookie from the platter in front of him. Y/N swiped one for herself, taking a bite out of it as she ignored the bickering between the pair. 

  “Just a few songs,” Y/N settled, peering up at him with wide, pleading eyes. He huffed, looking away from her in an attempt not to fall under her puppy dog-eyed spell. ��For me?” She said in a sweet tone, the tone that told Billy she was still sporting the wide eyes and pouty mouth. 

  Looking back down at her, he heaved another sigh. “Only a few songs.” He agreed, making her squeal and toss the rest of her cookie in the trash, grabbing both their hands to pull them onto the dance floor, knowing that when he said only a few, that he was agreeing to as many as she wanted. After all, these boys would do whatever she wanted for her.

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[welldonebeca]

All I Want For Hannukah-Christmas (3/End)

Summary: “We’re going to the party, and we’re going to have some fun with this little toy during the night. And if you behave well enough for me during it, I’m going to reward you when we are home. Do you understand me?” Or: You and Ben play with a sex toy in public. Pairing: Daddy Dom Ben Solo x Female Sub Reader Other Characters: (None in this chapter) WC: 1.k words Warnings: Daddy kink, Dom/sub dynamics, fluff, edging, chocking, overstimulation, female ejaculation, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk. The dress (and its back) Request (by @blowthatpieceofjunk):  "I would love any kind of Ben or Kylo smut. I’m into pretty much anything (I don’t have a lot of squicks) so feel free to write"  + "Female [reader]" + "daddy Ben and I will take him any way you want to write him". (+some more that we discussed later)

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By the time you left the party, Ben had edged you three more time, giving you a total of five edges and turning you into a frustrated horny mess.

“Daddy,” you squirmed on your place on the back seat of the limo.

You truly had no idea how that toy was still inside you and hadn’t just slipped out of inside you.

“What is it, baby?” he rested his head back onto the seat, watching you as the vibrator just buzzed in a low tortuous set inside you, not enough to bring you to orgasm but enough to drive you insane.

You squirmed, and he grabbed your hand, kissing it.

“You’ve been such a good girl the whole night, baby girl,” he whispered into your ear. “You obeyed me so well… Can you wait just a little bit? Uh?”

You nodded, and he kissed your cheek, keeping your hand in his the whole way back home and up the lift that took you straight to his flat.

The moment you stepped inside your fiancé grabbed you with his big hands pushing you against the wall and kissing your lips.

“Fucking party,” Ben grunted, towering over you while palming around to try to find where your dress closed to and trying to get it off of you. “Wanted to fucking lift that dress and fuck that pussy.”

Your legs weakened, and you just let him toss you like a rag-doll and undress you.

“Ben,” you whined.

Before you could say anything else, he tossed your dress away and lifted you taking your breast in his lips, biting your nipple and sucking in his lips eagerly, and you cried at the pleasure, letting an even louder moan when the toy just vibrated harder.

“Daddy!” you yelped. “Fuck, daddy...”

You could take it. All that edging was too much, and Ben’s mouth and grip along with the toy were too good.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you squirmed, trying to warn him.

Ben moved away from your chest, and the buzzing inside you became stronger as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded. “Loot at me.”

You tried to keep your focus and not let your eyelids fall closed while his gaze dug into yours, and his hand held your jaw tightly.

“You’re gonna cum for daddy? Gonna cum like a little slut? My baby girl was so good, holding it for daddy at that whole party and sucking my cock… Must be so, so horny.”

You nodded, panting, desperate and just grateful for how he just seemed to be ready to give you what you wanted and needed, and almost screamed when the toy stopped again.

“Not yet,” Ben purred.

You quivered, sobbing in frustration, and he simply stepped away, leaving you to rest against the wall, completely breathless.

“Get to bed,” he growled. “Lay down, naked. I want to see you.”

You rushed out to the master bedroom you two shared, taking your underwear off and trying to remove the pins that kept your hair in place and putting them back on your hairdresser, laying in bed and spreading your legs just as Ben opened the door. He had only his boxers, and his cock was already hard under the fabric.

“Wider,” he instructed, holding his phone and just sitting on the armchair in front of your bed.

You tried to control your breathing, holding your sheets in your fingers and jumped when the vibrator just came halfway up.

“Daddy,” you threw your head back.

“Sometimes I think about keeping you just like that,” he affirmed, completely ignoring your whines and little cried. “Begging for relief, so fucking wet that your folds are shining from here. My little slut.”

You shivered, moving your hips in biting your lower lip.

“Daddy, please let me cum,” you begged in a cry. “Please, I’ve been so good.”

The intensity came up and Ben stood up, walking to your side and cocking his head, licking his lips before palming himself through the fabric.

“You look so good, baby. My little gift Hanukkah Christmas gift.”

You whined and he smirked.

“You really need to cum, don’t you baby?” he asked, completely condescending. “God, you look so needy, baby.”

You nodded, trembling while trying to hold back your orgasm. Making things worse for you, the toy just went all the way up, and you screamed.

“Daddy, please,” you sobbed. “Please, let me cum, please. I was so good for you, I’ll do anything!” you promised. “I’ll suck your cock, daddy, I’ll let you cum in pussy.”

Ben just chuckled.

“I already have you doing that without having to trade them for an orgasm, baby,” he reminded you, smirking. “But you’re right. You were the most perfect little slut for me the whole night,” he put his phone down on the night-stand. “Go on. Cum for me.”

And you did, with a loud moan and strong spasms all over you. When your orgasm ended, though, Ben didn’t even move to stop the toy.

“Daddy,” you tried to grasp onto something completely taken by the overstimulation.

“Again,” he commanded. “Cum again for me, baby girl.”

You trembled, sobbing and squirming on the bed, and he knelt by your side, bringing his lips to kiss yours, swallowing your moans for a moment before wrapping his hands firmly around your throat.

“You look so good, baby girl,” he whispered into your ear. “I wish you could see yourself. Your pretty hips just can’t stay in place, your pretty nipples,” he reached out and twisted your pebbled nipple between his fingers. “So, so hard, baby...”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and he released you for a moment, making you when his hand cupped your pussy and pressed the toy against it.

 “Fuck,” he hissed. “So wet. Do it, baby. Cum for daddy and I’ll touch you, baby, go on.”

The moment you came Ben’s lips took yours, turning off the toy and kissing the tears that kept falling from your eyes onto your cheeks away.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, caressing your face. “My good little princess. Can you take more, baby? Or do you need a break, tell daddy what you need.”

Part of you wanted to stop and breath in – you didn’t even remember what time this had started – but you wanted to go on.

“Need you, daddy,” you whimpered. 

Ben smiled and kissed you gently once again, slowly lying in between your legs and spreading them again, taking the toy from inside you and replacing it with his lips in lazy kisses. He ate you out slowly, sucking your labia, running his tongue over your labia, savouring your pussy, sucking in your clit and just driving you further and further into a state of pleasure that you didn’t want to leave. 

“Daddy,” you reached out, tangling your fingers into his hair, and Ben just grabbed your hips, raising them a bit and penetrating you with two fingers, curling them into your G-Spot and stroking your walls, fucking you with his hand hard and fast as soon as he realised how you were just squirming and squeezing your cunt around him.

“Wanna feel your cum around my fingers,” he affirmed. “Taste it on my lips. Give it to me, baby girl.”

Your back arched, and Ben continued to suck your clit, squeezing your thigh in his free hand and hummed against you, making you moan even louder. His fingers curved more inside you, in a ‘come here’ motion’

Your hips trembled, trusting in his direction and Ben only increased the speed of his fingers, knowing right where to touch you to bring you where he wanted.

“Daddy!” you panted. 

“Cum for me, little girl.”

You let out a promiscuous moan when you came, toes curling and hips grinding against his touch and face, and his touch was the only thing that kept you grounded while a gush of relief rushed through your body as you squirted all over Ben’s face.

“Fucking messy slut,” Ben hissed. “So good for daddy… Gushed all over me with your cum, my perfect baby.”

He moved up your body, kissing your stomach and between your breasts before taking your lips into his and giving you a taste of your own cum, and you realised he’d taken off his underwear and was now completely naked against you.

Your fiancé spread your legs, caressing your thighs gently and waiting while you trembled and calmed yourself down, kissing whatever skin of yours he could find.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, caressing your stomach gently, and you bit your lower lip. “Daddy’s been wanting to fuck you since I put that toy inside you, baby.”

You mewled, and he held his cock, hard and shiny red, moving it through your folds and making you jump in surprise.

“Please, daddy,” you whined. “Need you cock in me.”

He spread your legs, caressing your thighs gently and waiting while you trembled and calmed yourself down, kissing whatever skin of yours he could find.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, caressing your stomach gently, and you bit your lower lip. “Daddy’s been wanting to fuck you since I put that toy inside you, baby.”

You mewled, and he held his cock, hard and shiny red, moving it through your folds and making you jump in surprise.

“Please, daddy,” you whined. “Need you cock in me.”

He smiled with lust all over his face, and his cock slowly penetrated you as his gaze didn’t leave yours. You were so wet there was no resistance, and his cock slipped inside you with ease, and he quickly picked up a pace.

“So good, baby,” he wrapped a hand around your neck. “Fuck, tell daddy who this pussy belongs to.”

You arched your back in pleasure.

“You, daddy,” you gasped.

“Fuck, yes.”

 His free hand moved to between your legs, and he thumbed your clit in a circled, and your orgasm hit you without much of a warning, making him groan hard, squeezing around your throat and fucking you right through it and not taking this finger away and once you were the tiniest bit down and took your nipple in his lips, toying with the opposite one with his free hand, still stimulating you. From then on, you just lost count of your orgasms.

“Such a good pussy,” your boyfriend grunted, pushing his hips against yours erratically, flushed face and panting, losing it after so many hours of perfect self-control.

His cock was throbbing inside you, his moans were lower in pitch and darker. You knew what came next.

“Look at me,” Ben commanded, and you opened your eyes just to focus your faze on his. “Daddy’s gonna cum inside your pussy.”

You mewled in response and reached for him, kissing his lips.

“Please, daddy, cum inside me daddy,” you begged in whimpers. “Mark me as yours.”

And he did, which a dark mean that made you shudder and cling to him and through his pleasure. Once he came down, Ben lied by your side and pulled you closer to him.

“So perfect,” Ben kissed your jaw and neck. “Such a perfect princess, my baby girl.”

You hid your face in between his neck and shoulder, and Ben caressed the skin of your back. 

“How do you feel, baby?” he asked gently. “Any pain? Was I too rough?”

“You were perfect,” you affirmed quickly, kissing his skin. “But I don’t think I can walk to the bathroom.”

Ben laughed loudly and sat up, scooping you up in your arms and sitting you onto the toilet and helping you clean up before preparing the bathtub, where you were both lying less than five minutes later, relaxing together just as he massaged your skin with rose-scented oil and cleaned your hair, detangling it and massaging it with such gentle care you just relaxed against him. When you were out, he blow-dried your hair and helped you put on your clothes, moisturising your skin and cuddling you in bed. 

“Tomorrow,” he whispered into your ear. “We’re gonna have breakfast in bed and watch everyone comment online how amazed they were by how incredible you were tonight, baby girl.”

You felt your cheeks warm, flushing at his words.

“You really think it went well?” you asked. 

“You were perfect,” he kissed your temple, snuggling you closer. “Now, sleep.” 

“Yes, daddy.”

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