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chaibewriting · 2 years

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GENERATIONAL DAMAGE

prince! enji todoroki x poc friendly! fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kiddos

content warning: alcohol mentioned but no one is drunk, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, fellatio (f! receiving), afab! reader, manhandling, bruising and marks, choking, fingering, mating press, different positions are mentioned, prey/predator dynamic, unprotected sex, multi-gasms, poor reader gets stuffed repeatedly, pregnancy mention (as expected), this has not been beta-read, there’s other things in here that i am too lazy to tag but nothing too horrible

word count: 8.2k

author's note: welcome to another chapter! this boy's long overdue so i hope you enjoy it! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated especially if you want to keep reading more! thanks! btw the taglist is still open!

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HER day couldn’t get any better than this, it beat having to spend some time back at her kingdom doing little to nothing aside from attending a few meetings here and there, and it certainly beats having to stay in that stuffy dining room with Enji and his mother for the entirety of breakfast. Y/N had decided to sit with the children for the time being for the duration of the meal, even going as far as to try some of the sludge that had been prepared for their nourishment (which she quickly regretted upon getting a taste of it). Well, that was one thing to put on her list for things to change once she got married to the prince.

As you sat at the table with the children, you looked around at all of them in curiosity, listening to them chat about random things as kids do. Minji had disappeared to do her work while you decided to stay there in the servant's quarters. Dabi and Keigo happened to be the oldest of the bunch so they had been given the task of watching the younger kids but now that you were here you were giving them a little break and allowed them to chat with each other.

You observed the conversation between the bubbly blonde and the redhead, chuckling softly to yourself as you noticed how quick Dabi was to blush whenever Keigo would say something cutesy to him. How could a four-year-old be so flirtatious? It made you laugh just thinking about it.

Time seemed to fly by as you sat there, getting acquainted with all of the children as if they were your own, you even asked their opinion about whatever they wanted to talk about, enjoying yourself as they rambled on and on about things that intrigued them. But, as usual, all good things must come to an end and soon you were back on the road in the horse-drawn carriage back to the castle. Before you had made your departure it was decided that Enji and his mother would come soon to further discuss the marriage proposal in about a week, giving you plenty of time to prepare yourself for what was to come in the future. Though your parents seemed a little wary about the idea of you getting married to him, you assured them that there was nothing to worry about, at least you hoped there would be nothing to worry about. Even with you being so adamant about your marriage to the prince of Ignis, your parents still had their reservations about it, rightfully so considering you were their only daughter and their firstborn.

That day soon came when Enji had arrived, his mother had decided to stay behind, or more like Enji had told her to stay behind considering how much of a bitch she was the last time when the two families had had a sit-down.

When he arrived, he was greeted by some of the guards who then escorted him to the meeting room where everything was going to be held. The differences in sizes of their kingdoms were apparent, a mental note he stored away as he considered the advancements of both his kingdom and Tenebris. Surely, there was much more than meets the eye, Tenebris had managed to hold a near fearsome amount of power for such a long time so he could only assume that it wasn’t weak which was always an advantage in his books. And even if it were weak his abilities and the combination of their kingdoms would only make it stronger.

The guard opened the doors to the meeting room and allowed Enji in before bowing and taking his leave. Upon entering the room, he was greeted by the sight of his future wife who had sat comfortably in one of the seats surrounding an oval table, she’d been doing something to pass the time which happened to be writing something down with complete focus. Though he was unable to tell it from here, she appeared to be writing down her plan of action for the future, she knew that things could change along the way but what harm could there be in making a little outline of how she wanted things to go?

In the chairs adjacent to her sat her mother and father, both of whom were discussing matters with each other, mainly about the idea of their kingdom’s future and what was to come of it if a marriage was to take place.

Enji had cleared his throat once he fully entered the room, the doors shutting behind him as he looked at the three adults in front of him who suddenly turned their heads to look at him. The King of Tenebris spoke first, “Welcome, Prince Enji. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”

Enji groaned in response before speaking up, “Likewise. Let’s get this started then, shall we?”

He moved to take a seat in the chair beside you, sitting with his back straight and a formidable posture, “I’d like to marry your daughter and have our kingdoms unite to become something stronger, indestructible if you will.” He was never the type to waste time so it should have been no surprise that he jumped right off the boat.

“I’d like to get married as soon as possible, perhaps within a week,” he continued, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at your father, awaiting his response.

The man in question looked taken aback, remembering his wife’s words about this Prince being especially bold and straightforward (though she had left out the part about being threatened, she did not wish to find out what the Prince was capable of), which he could admire but he couldn’t look past the dark aura that surrounded the prince in suffocating smoke. The King sensed that something was off, something was truly wrong with the man who sat across from him.

You had stopped your writing to listen in on the conversation, stealing glances at the man that sat beside you who had been eagerly asking for your hand in marriage. Though you had already made up your mind and would attempt to tolerate his personality, you couldn’t ignore the way he carried himself and the way he spoke most times, it both intrigued you and alarmed you. He didn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush about things that could be both a blessing and a curse.

“You wish to get married so soon? I figured that you may prefer to spend a little more time focusing on getting to know each other better first, yes? And that way it will feel as though you are building a loving relationship instead of just having an arranged marriage right off the bat,” your father insisted, moving his hands around to further explain his concerns which were all valid.

“We have plenty of time to get acquainted after we are married,” Enji reasoned, not shaking away from his goal, “Don’t you wish to get married as soon as possible, Y/N?”

When he suddenly turned to you and said your name, you felt a chill run up your spine. You had yet to hear him call you by your name and the way he said it made you nearly keel over from the confusing emotions you felt at that moment, a hint of embarrassment crawling its way up the back of your neck. You quickly cleared your throat and shifted around your seat under his intense gaze before responding, keeping your words loud and clear, “I don’t mind getting married so soon. It’s as you said, we can build a more intimate relationship with time. I think that our kingdoms joining together through our marriage would be the best thing to consider anyways, it should happen as quickly as possible.”

Your parents both looked at you, surprised by your words and the maturity that you were displaying. Though they were proud that you had grown up into a strong young woman, they were concerned about your happiness and choices in life. You did not have to make such a sacrifice for the greater good of the kingdom at the expense of your own life and pursuit of happiness.

“Darling, you do know that we aren’t forcing you to do this. You don’t even need to get married so soon, we want you to find love on your own and marry someone because you are in love with them,” your mother spoke, looking over your face for any indication that you were forcing yourself into doing this. Your father nodded his head quickly in agreement with his wife, hoping that you were thinking with a clear mind.

You smiled at the both of them with fondness in your eyes as well as a glint of determination before speaking up once more, “Don’t worry about me, I want this. I wouldn’t be so willing to accept it if I didn’t want it in the first place. It’s really okay, I promise.” You then turned to look at Enji who caught your gaze, his expression softening just the slightest bit, “I think that we’ll make a strong union together, there are so many things that I wish to change for both of our kingdoms. I may not be able to change the world in its entirety but I would like to at least try.”

Your words deeply pleased the Prince who seemed to smile at you like he was already your proud husband, happy to see that he had chosen the right woman to become his bride. He could already tell you were strong physically but now he knew that you were just as strong when it came to your goals and aspirations.

He looked to your parents, motioning towards them as if to silently tell them that he had won your favor and this game, their marriage was now sealed and they couldn’t do anything about it even if they tried, otherwise they may end up being deeply disliked by you.

They both silently stare between the two of you. Both of your parents know that you will one day make a wonderful queen and know that great things will come when you rise to power, but they still have their doubts about Prince Enji.

You, on the other hand, began to question yourself. You knew that strange things were going to come with this union. You believed in your own strength and will so you weren’t the least bit worried about dealing with Enji’s attitude, you were more interested in claiming the crown and giving your parents the luxury life that they deserved. The rest that they deserved. And it’s not as if you were marrying a horrible dictator, the Ignis kingdom did not act immorally when it came to keeping peace with surrounding kingdoms, fighting respectfully and only when necessary so they did not appear to be disturbingly horrible people. Proposing war only when necessary so nothing too bad could happen… right? Everything will be fine, she’s sure of it and it’s too late to back down now.

…

In the blink of an eye, Y/N is now dressed in a wedding gown, decked out in the jewelry her mother had worn on her own wedding day, with her father by her side, ready to walk her down the aisle where the seats are filled with some people from her kingdom and some people from Enji’s kingdom. She could not deny her anxiety but she wasn’t going to turn back now. She was going to become the best queen in history and would make life better for everyone. It had been her wish since she was a little girl and she was going to make them all come true one way or another.

But, was that really what she wanted? Sometimes she found herself questioning her true motives yet she continued to almost-— brainwash herself into thinking that this was all about her kingdom and the power she would gain that would allow her to reshape the kingdoms to be better. She was going to take on the burden of the Queen and the burden of being Enji’s wife.

Ah, that’s it… That’s what kept her from giving in to her doubts. That man. From what she could assume, their marriage was going to be a strange one, but she doubted anything truly horrible would happen. She can handle herself, she isn’t weak and she surely isn’t a push-over.

This is fine, she’s fine. Everything’s going according to plan.

When the doors of the church opened, the future Queen of Ignis came into view, looking as dazzling as ever, her father’s arm interlocked with her own. She looked around curiously with a shift of her eyes and began to step forward along with the music, following her father’s lead.

As she gets closer, her eyes lock with Prince Enji and she is astonished to see the prideful look on his face, smiling as if he’d won the greatest treasure. Strangely, it seemed to almost soothe her anxiety considering how he looked at her in such a manner. Well, at least he seemed attracted to her, that would make things easier.

And Y/N would be lying if she said that he was ugly. It was more like his personality soured his pretty face most times but oh well. It was now or never. (NERF OR NOTHIN’)

Her father brings her to the alter and helps her step up on the stage to stand in front of Enji. Y/N reaches forward, just as she’d been instructed and Enji takes his hands in hers as the priest begins to speak, the way his hands swallowed hers was a tad bit nerve-wracking but she did not falter. The two young souls stare at each other in silence, simply observing one another while all of the priests' words went through one ear and out of the other.

The moment seems surreal, here you are, marrying a man you had only just met two weeks prior, a less than sane thing to think about but it happened all the time amongst the royal families so it was not too phenomenal and uncommon.

You had zoned out just a tad bit until the mention of the rings came into play and you promptly turned your head to look down the aisle you had just come down. In your sights came little Dabi, dressed up in an adorable-looking suit and a pillow with the rings on it. The boy seemed a little nervous but when he met your eyes he couldn’t help but grin at you, walking a bit faster so he could get to you and hand off the rings.

It had all gone smoothly until he started to ascend the stairs that led to the wedding arch, tripping over his own feet. Your motherly instincts, which you never knew you had, kicked in and you flicked your wrist, using your awakened power to scoop the little boy up in a hand made of shadows, saving both him and the rings from tumbling to the floor. This earned a few cheers from the crowd, which was a little weird but you shrugged it off, more concerned about Dabi as you beckoned the smoke carrying him up the stairs and then set him down on his feet in front of you and Enji.

“S-sorry,” he hurriedly apologized and then held up the pillow to his father while bowing his head, Enji only sighed and took the rings from the pillow while you smiled and reached down to ruffle the boy’s hair, offering him an affectionate smile, “It’s okay, Dabi. Don’t worry about it.”

You then directed him over to your father who sat in one of the front pews, your father happily picked the little boy up to set him on his lap, immediately making your heart warm up.

The priest cleared his throat to gather your attention again which elicited a quick apology from you as you turned back to look at Enji who’d been watching you closely, waiting for you to give him your attention again.

“Now, we can begin the real fun,” the priest joked before motioning to the rings, urging Enji to hand his ring over to you so that you could place it on his finger when the time came. To complete the ceremony, Enji had to light a candle using a flame from his own candle to light yours, and then you would light a separate candle on top of the table nearby.

You took the ring from his hand and smiled briefly before both of you were handed a candle, he then spoke, “With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness,” he used a small flame from his finger to light the wick of the candle and then lit the candle in your hand with it, in which you lit the candle on the table before you both extinguished the flames and set the candles down, the candle that represented your union still burning brightly. “And with this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

After saying his vows he slips the ring onto your awaited finger, the priest then looks to you expectedly, “Do you take this man as your wine and your light?”

You nod, smiling just a tad bit before speaking, “I do.” To seal the deal and complete the ceremony you then place the ring onto his finger.

“If anyone objects to this wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest begins to conclude as Enji reaches forward to hold both of your hands in his and then does a quick surveillance glance around the church, daring anyone to object.

When all that’s heard is silence, the priest concludes your vows and you are now a married woman.

Before the priest could even officially tell Enji he could kiss the bride, the Prince has already grabbed your waist and pulled you to his chest, capturing your lips in a surprisingly passionate and intoxicating kiss that nearly takes the air directly from your lungs. The sound of cheering fills your ears but you’re too distracted by the kiss that’s taking place, it was way better than you had expected and lasted a little longer as well.

When Enji had finally pulled away, a bit of your lip coloring left on his lips, he smiled triumphantly down at you and then turned to face the aisle where the both of you were greeted by (mostly) pleased faces who began to throw rice and flower petals in celebration of your union into the aisle. While everyone was celebrating, you were too busy trying to catch your breath but that didn’t matter, Enji took the lead and swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style down the aisle to where the celebration would be held. One could only imagine what their first night would be like together.

…

The hall had been decorated beautifully, using your favorite color and Enji’s as the main theme for everything, all of which was nicely put together. Enji carried you to the newlywed table that was front and center and people began to pour into the hall after you, finding their respective seats before the reception truly began and people started to get served their food. Your parents, your brother, Dabi, and Eiko sat at one table which was a few yards away from the table where you and your now-husband sat.

You were more than happy to eat whatever deliciousness had been served and had your fair share of drinks which was starting to fill you with courage and your anxieties started to melt away, a god-given blessing you liked to think. With a little more time you’re feeling especially giddy and find yourself on the dance floor with Dabi and your brother, Ren.

“I can’t believe you got married before me,” Ren teased, holding one of Dabi’s hands while you held the other, the three of you doing a little ring around the rosy kind of dance.

“Oh hush, just because you have a bunch of princesses and princes throwing themselves at you on a daily basis doesn’t mean you’re going to get married immediately,” you teased back while playfully rolling your eyes at him.

“Princesses and princes?” Dabi curiously asked, looking up at Ren in surprise, the male nodded his head before humming, “I do! And I heard that you have a special prince that’s pining after you too, am I right?~”

The comment threw Dabi for a loop as he became flustered and bashful, shaking his head quickly before he started trying to deny what Ren had been saying. It was obvious that he was talking about Keigo. The time you spend with the two of them further fills your heart with happiness and pure joy, you couldn’t ask for anything better than this, but you had a few more things to do before you could fully feel that your plans were being put in motion. After some time of speaking with the two males, you gently squeezed Ren’s hand a few times, giving him a silent signal which caused him to glance at you before winking.

“Alright, time for me to go and get some more food! I’ll leave you two to your fun times together, catch ya later,” he hummed before snapping his fingers and taking his leave, allowing you and Dabi some time alone with each other.

You smile fondly at the little redhead of sunshine who’d wormed his way into your heart in such a short time, mirroring the dance you had done on the day of the ball which was the domino that fell and made all of this happen in the first place.

“So, Dabi, I wanted to ask you something important,” you began, gently swaying the both of you to the sound of the music that was playing in the background.

Big blue eyes looked up at you in confusion but then he eagerly nodded, awaiting whatever it was you had to ask him.

“I know that I could never replace your real mommy, but, I wanted to ask if it would be okay to be a mother figure to you? I know it’ll take some adjusting and I will have to gain your trust but I’m willing to take as long as needed to prov-”

“YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!” He suddenly shouts, alerting a few people who had been dancing nearby, his eyes gleaming with hope and the edges swelling with tears.

He stopped dancing to bury his face into the front of your dress, hugging you tightly as he let your words sink into his mind completely.

You laughed wholeheartedly and ruffled his hair, happy to see how well he had reacted to your offer, making your heart swell with nothing but bliss.

Your happy time together lasted a little longer before it came to an eventual end, a tap on your shoulder startling you from your bonding time with Dabi who’d still been smushed up against you.

“May I have this dance?” That all too familiar, husky voice whispered into your ear as you peered over your shoulder and into the eyes of your new husband who was staring down at you with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You hadn’t noticed, but the music seemed to change to something a little more romantic, taking you out of your current thoughts about your newfound son. Oddly enough, since Enji hadn’t been such a dick lately you found yourself shrugging your shoulders and nodding, carding your fingers through Dabi’s hair before you gently removed his hands from around your legs.

“Let’s have some cake together after your daddy and I dance, hm?” You ask, cupping Dabi’s face when he looks up at you, swiping away a few tears that had escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

Dabi looks at you and then his father before hesitantly nodding his head and letting go of you, waddling over to where your family had been sitting. It was so nice seeing how easily he and your parents had warmed up to each other. They always wanted grandkids.

Once you saw that Dabi was safely in the arms of your mother who began to smother him with affection, you turned to face Enji and glanced up at him before holding out your hand. The Prince placed one hand on your waist and the other held your extended hand while you used your freehand to rest on his shoulder. The music only seemed to get louder as your first dance began which was oddly peaceful, the both of you moving along with the music while staring at one another in comfortable silence.

He had been watching you closely during the duration of the celebration, indulging in a single glass of champagne because he strongly believed that having too much alcohol would lower his sperm count and he needed every little swimmer if he was going to produce a strong bloodline.

Though much to Eiko’s dismay, the wedding went off without a hitch, she was pleased to see how relaxed and happy her son seemed to be. It reminded her so much of her late husband when he smiled like that. It was bittersweet and though she would never admit it, she was quite happy with the way things were going for her son, no matter how much she loathed you. But— she did know that if you were to falter in any way she would make your life a living hell, not knowing that her son was already capable of doing so without any help, only the future would tell that though. Right now, everything was being shaded with rose-colored glasses.

Y/N was happy. She could not deny that. Though she was only in her twenties she was now a Queen and a mother, life was looking fruitful for her and she was excited about what was to come. Everything was going smoothly but she never expected Enji to suddenly walk up to her and ask for a dance.

It was only tradition for the newlyweds to share an intimate moment with each through the use of dance. The silence between them was strangely calm, which she didn’t mind, usually, when he opened his mouth it was never anything good, but she couldn’t ignore the look on his face that seemed almost— euphoric.

The words that come from his lips after opening them have her nearly choke on air, “You look beautiful in that dress, but I am sure you’d look even more so with it ripped to shreds and on our bedroom floor, my queen.”

Though the heat in your face may not have been all that visible, Enji could tell his words had an effect on you and you hated to admit it but the way he spoke— made you clench around nothing. Please, don’t tell me that this man was about to give you the best dicking of your life? Sure, you were a virgin with little experience but you were expecting to get fucked eventually.

You had stared at him with a shocked expression, unable to say a word, but your face did the talking for you. Especially when your eyes looked down to try and get a gauge on what size he may be sporting under those trousers. Catching your measuring gaze he pulls you closer to the point where your chests are now flush against each other, forcing you to look in his eyes as he gives you a daring smile.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to prep you properly beforehand, you deserve only the best as my queen and the future mother of my heirs,” he reassures you, and almost childlike excitement swirling around in his irises.

Wow, that’s quite unexpected of Prince Enji, to act in such a way. Did he have a caring side to him that you were yet to be shown?

The dance continues without Enji saying another word but Y/N cannot deny her anticipation for their first night together.

When the dance ends she is instructed to greet and thank guests while holding hands with her new husband, which she does, even ignoring the few disgusted or jealous glares she received while Enji was turned away. None of that mattered to her so she just went along on her merry way. The wedding continues until the evening and then ends with the crowd dispersing.

While the crowd has left, it leaves the two freshly united families to have a brief discussion with each other, although the true business would be discussed more in-depth in the upcoming week, today was only meant for celebration after all since they had become officially united.

Eiko pulls her son away to speak with him in private in something while your parents do the same. Ren has taken Dabi to Minji and Keigo, who he will be spending the night with and you get wind that Keigo’s father would be returning from an expedition, you would go and pick the little one up tomorrow and maybe even meet Keigo’s dad, who knows.

“Y/N, my sweet girl, I can’t believe you’re a married woman now,” your mother mumbles, rubbing at her temples as she continues to let this news sink in further, “Just yesterday I remember changing your diapers and giving you a bath, tucking you in and reading you bedtime stories, now it’s time for you to do the same apparently. I’m getting old…”

You laugh at your mother’s choice of words, shaking your head at her before taking her hands to give them a squeeze, “You are getting old but that’s just a part of life.” She scoffs at your words and then playfully pinches the back of your hand, “You’re supposed to give me a compliment!!”

An evil grin spreads across your face and then you giggle at her while shaking your head, “What did you really wanna talk about mom?”

A flash of realization crosses her features and she then takes her hands from yours, snapping her fingers, “Ah! Yes, the sex talk. I know we’ve talked about this before but I never gave you any tips. Now, it’s always important to have a clear idea of boundaries and nonconsensual and consensual sex.” How could she even forget the first time that Enji had asked you for your hand in marriage?

“And, if you *ever* need me, please don’t be afraid to come and find me my sweet,” she whispered, reaching forward to cup your cheek while caressing your skin with her thumb, “I’ll always be on your side no matter what, always remember that. You have a home with us, a home away from your new home.”

You chuckle nervously at her sorrowful words, placing a hand over her hand to give it a gentle squeeze, and then you gave her a smile, “Alright, mom. I know… I’ll remember to come to you if I ever need your help or anything.”

“Good, I don’t know what I’d do if anything were to happen to you. Please make sure to take care of yourself and always follow your gut if something doesn’t feel right, okay?”

…

The wedding and the celebration had finally come to an end, along with your overall day. You had said goodbye to your family and friends, leaving you and Enji alone for the night. Your first night together and the thought of it made you shiver involuntarily, unable to shake the nervousness you felt when you both had stood in front of your new shared bedroom that had been arranged the day prior. These were the halls you’d be living in for the rest of your days, as far as you knew.

Enji takes the lead and opens the door, allowing you to step in first before he follows after you, shutting and locking the door behind him once you are both fully in.

The Prince watches as you move further into the room and have a brief look around, trying to relax under his calculating gaze that seemed to hold something dark and lustful within them, his cerulean eyes burning a hole into your back. Your restlessness was clear and difficult to hide, he could fully sense your growing fear of what was going to come tonight.

You had become too wrapped up in your own thoughts of trying to calm down that you failed to notice the approaching Prince until he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around to face him, earning a surprised gasp from you.

“Relax,” he mutters, reaching up to place a hand on the back of your neck, “I can smell your anxiety all the way from here. Are you scared of me or something? You shouldn’t be, I’m your husband now.”

The grip on your neck forced you to look at him and only him, bringing a familiar warmth to your face and to your core before you found the courage to speak up, “Of course, I’m not afraid of you. I’m just… nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

While listening to your words he feels a sudden surge of joy when he realizes that you are untouched, though the same cannot be said about him he’s more than pleased to hear that he would be the one to deflower you.

“Is that so? Well, I’ll be gentle with you at first,” he responds, words not meant to assure you but more like a declaration of sorts. No response was allowed from you when his lips crashed onto yours for the second time, although this time around it was a little rougher around the edges, desperate in a way as he kept hold of your neck, keeping you in place.

The feeling of desperation from his lips made a tingle slither up your spine, feeling almost prideful in the fact that he seemed to crave you so much.

Your mouths soon began to part and move in sync in a collection of open-mouthed kisses, his hands moving from where they were to roam around your body as he began his search of touches to find what had been keeping the dress on you. Once he found what he needed he began to tug the dress off of you, leaving you bare in the undergarments that had been provided to you earlier in the day, a little unnecessary but you didn’t reject what the servants had given you.

Not wishing to be the only one bare, you began to tug at the buttons of his shirt and his pants, making the prince take the hint and began to assist you in removing his own clothes. With some tugs and pushes here and there, you were both stripped and exposed to one another, articles of clothing discarded and tossed away with little to no care.

Enji goes even further by picking you up by the back of your thighs and carrying you over to the massive bed to drop you on top of it onto your back, snatching off your shoes to toss them away before he climbs back on top of you to dive back into the exhilarating kiss.

The kissing continues for just a tad bit longer before Enji grows bored and pulls away from your mouth, starting to move down to pepper kisses onto your neck and shoulders, an oddly intimate action for a man of his status and personality. He continued to surprise you time and time again by acting out of the character that you had believed him to be in the first place. You watch as he starts to go downwards, unsure of what to do with your hands as he holds you hostage with his gaze, kissing the valley between your breasts, down the middle of your stomach, and finally stops to position his face between your legs.

He spreads your legs by placing his hands on your inner thighs. Out of habit, and embarrassment, you attempt to shut them but he holds them in place with little to no effort, glaring at you when he feels you trying to hide from him.

“You’re already bare, I’ve seen everything already, there is no need to be so shy,” he comments, flickering his eyes over you from where he was, drinking in the beauty of your naked body.

“Stop staring at me like that and just hurry up,” you impatiently demand, though your words are a bit quieter than you wanted because you feel so small under his gaze, knowing that you were nowhere near as small as you felt in that moment.

Your words cause him to chuckle and then grin at you, and in that moment do you realize something new. His teeth. They’re a little sharper than you realized which sends a new spark of arousal through your body.

“Impatient, are we?” He questions in a low tone, turning his gaze to the place between your legs as he begins to lean in.

You don’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t him diving right in to attack your cunt with his tongue and mouth just like he attacked your lips in a kiss just a few minutes prior.

You’d never felt such a sensation before, your hands moving on their own as you gripped his hair with one hand and used the other to find a fistful of the sheets to ground yourself, keeping yourself from being metaphorically sucked up into another dimension with how powerful his mouth was acting.

His hands slip under your body and he pulls you closer to him, deepening the exploration of his tongue that moves around inside of you with the speed and agility of an athlete, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing even with how sloppy his movements seemed to be. Though your mind was delirious and running on pleasure, you could briefly register that he appeared to be drawing out the letters of the English alphabet with his tongue in the depths of your walls, but that disappeared from your mind when a meaty finger suddenly entered you and began to curl up and tap against a place you had no idea about. All you knew was that with each tap he sent a jolt of electricity into the pool of your stomach, your body jerking around each time.

If that wasn’t enough to start the building pressure up in your belly, then him suddenly hooking a hand around to rub at your clit was enough to make you yelp out in jubilation, grinding against his face in response.

While his tongue thrashed around inside of you, he kept his fingers busy, massaging your clit with two fingers in a circular motion while lifting and adding random spurs of pressure, and using another to stimulate your spongy spot. Before you could even realize it, your orgasm came at a full hit with the fastest build-up you’d ever experienced and left you no time to fully prepare for it when it ripped through your body in the form of a shakey heat that left you gasping for air while your back arched off of the bed. You yelled Enji’s name as you came on his tongue, tugging harshly on his hair as you did so which did not falter his actions. In fact, it made him only continue, moving a little more sporadically than before as he helped you climb back to another orgasm in a short time, ignoring your pleading to make him slow down. His lack of tiredness was astonishing and you don’t know if you could even keep up with him if this continued.

He forced three more orgasms out of you, using overstimulation to his advantage before he finally broke away, his chin drenched in your juices and his gaze a little hazy.

Now that he had fully prepared you it was only natural that he would move on to the actual breeding portion of tonight.

He untangles himself from between your legs, looking down at you as he stands on his feet at the very edge of the bed, watching as you twist around on the mattress, sheets snatched from their place tucked beneath it, and try to regain your clouded mind, body drenched in sweat as you continue to pant and sharply inhale as if you had just run a marathon.

When you had felt his presence disappear from between your legs you looked around to search for him and soon found him standing at the edge of the bed in front of you. As you came down from your multi-gasm you took him in completely, from his broad chest and muscular arms, down to the red bush that faded from his v-line and gathered around the base of his thick curved cock that stood at attention, the tip hitting against his navel as it bobbed with anticipation.

You found yourself licking your lips in both fear and glee, interested in what this was going to feel like. You had been made aware that it may hurt at first but one could only hope that it wouldn’t last long.

When he suddenly grabbed at your legs and pulled you towards him you jolted out of your thoughts in a bit of worry, shrinking further under his predatory gaze as he held you in place for a tad bit longer.

And then you watched as he wrapped his hand around his girth, stroking it a few times before he leaned forward, one hand pressed onto the bed to hold him at an angle while using the other to guide himself to your entry. He probes your folds with his strawberry-colored tip and then pushes it into you without a word, watching your expression as he slides in just an inch into your slippery cunt that’s still recovering from the stimulation that he put you through moments before.

The burning sensation that you felt was strong and somewhat painful, making you feel uncomfortable as he stretched you out and you began to feel full even with him barely entering you to the full extent. You bit down on your lip and moved to grab his arm that he used to balance himself, nails digging into his wrist as you tried to adjust, taking him inch by inch. He only went about halfway before groaning in the realization that you were still too tight even after he’d made you come so many times.

“Take a deep breath and hold it,” he instructed, not moving at all as he awaits you to follow his instructions.

You were a little confused at first but followed what he said, inhaling and holding your breath while waiting for him to do whatever he was doing.

While you inhaled he sunk deeper into you, the contraction of your walls allowing him to go even deeper into you as your walls relaxed. This new sense of fullness made you gasp in surprise, causing you to tighten around his length when you exhaled, earning a grunt from him as he felt you fluttering around his cock.

“Good girl,” he muttered, leaning in even more before he put his other hand down onto the bed and got into a standing push-up position of sorts, “Inhale and hold if it burns, exhale when you feel adjusted.”

You nodded at his words of advice, not understanding how it worked but it seemed like he knew what he was talking about because before you knew it, taking his advice in mind, you were starting to take him like a champ, and the pain and burning feeling was turning into pleasure.

As he feels you starting to relax he begins to thrust into you, moving slowly at first before he starts to pick up his pace and ruts into you like a madman who’s been starved.

With how deep he’s gone, it's no surprise that he ruts against your cervix each and every time, and in the midst of his hammering, he’s grabbed your waist to keep you down and uses you like a toy, leaving bruises in the form of his hands on your skin that will take some time to fade, not that you minded considering how you were too fucked out to fully take note of every little thing.

He groans your name as you take him fully, squeezing and milking him so perfectly that he can’t deny the exhilarating feeling of being inside you. Truthfully, he remained abstinent since the first time he had aided in conceiving Dabi, all for good measure, he wasn’t the type to wear protection anyways.

This continues for a bit longer in this same position until he feels himself getting closer to his release and when it hits him, he pushes as deeply as possible into you as humanly possible, filling you with his seed.

When he finally finishes his release, you lay there in a state of tiredness and a bit of oblivion, feeling full and tired after being used in such a way. You halfway expect him to stop after that but you’re surprised when the position suddenly switches as he moves his hands to the back of your knees and forces your legs back against your chest, causing you to whimper out in surprise, confused by what he was doing. The sudden stretches cause some of his cum to drip from your pussy and Enji takes notice of this, frowning at the sight before doing the only logical thing he could think of, using his cock to stuff it back into you, even though some of it spills out of the sides and onto the bed in doing so, defeating the purpose in the first place.

“Have to make sure it takes,” he explains to you as he pushes you into a mating press, eliciting a moan from you as he bends you in half and fills you back up again with his throbbing cock that continues to stretch you out, “A few more times should guarantee your pregnancy, shouldn’t it?”

Your eyes widen in shock at his words, He was already trying to get you pregnant when he barely showed attention to the child he already had? What was this man on?

“Wait, w-what?” You question but he ignores you completely when he shifts around and starts his abuse back up again, fucking into your poor cunt with the intent to stuff you over and over again until he can’t cum anymore for the time being.

You have no say in what comes next, literally. He’s going to stuff you full to the point where your belly bulges with his cum, he has to make sure you take all of his seed and make you produce strong heirs, that’s what this marriage was all about anyways.

All you can do is whine and take it, grabbing and scratching at any part of his skin that you can reach as he fills you over and over again, painting your walls with his seed and mumbling about how well you’re taking him. It’s obvious that he doesn’t care about anything else aside from breeding you. This is especially apparent when he turns you into at least three more different positions to cum into again at differing angles, giving you no time to rest or recollect yourself as you’re used to his will.

If you don’t get pregnant from this he’ll make sure you do the next time, and the next time after that, and the next time after that. There was no stopping him from accomplishing his goals, it was just too bad that you were the one who would be suffering the brunt of said goals.

…

By the time he had filled you sufficiently, you were barely awake with how exhausted you had become after being bred for so long, you didn’t know he lasted for so long and so many times. After he filled you, he moved to grab a pillow from the top of the bed and pushed it underneath your knees so that your lower body was now at an angle. You were barely able to keep your eyes at this point and were too weak to stop him from doing whatever it was he was doing.

“Sleep, if you’re tired,” he lowly demanded shoving the pillow a bit further until your hips were propped up the way he wanted them to be, trying to not let a single drop of his seed escape from your accepting womb, even though it was somewhat inevitable. “You did well today,” he praised before patting your leg and watching as you drifted off to sleep. The last thing you saw before you fully closed your eyes was his smiling face and a dark look in his eyes, only barely noticing the scratches you had given to him that took the form of red, risen welts on his pale skin, mostly decorating his chest, neck, arms, and his back even if you were unable to see them. He was pleased, but… in what way?

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killmongerkink · 5 years

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11:37 pm - Part 2.

Summary: You learn about your favorite customer a little more.

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens X Black!Reader

Warning: Just a lil fluff.

Length: 3k.

BTW: I wasn’t really planning on making this a series, but why not. I don't really like how I ended this, but it was getting pretty long and I didn't want to drag it out. The next part will feature you and Erik hanging out more and maybe a little smut .. depends on how I’m feeling lol. Let me know if you'd like to be on a tag list for my future stories. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

"You're awfully excited today. Is there a reason you're in such a good mood darling?" Your co-worker, an older woman named Janette, asked you.

You feigned ignorance, shrugging your shoulders as you turned and set your book bag down on the chair. It was finally Friday, around 5:45 and your shift didn't officially start until 6. You were a little early today, which was a rare occurrence, but you just couldn't wait to clock in.

You'd woke up on the right side of the bed this morning and spent the majority of your day catching up on some reading for your summer sociology class. After that, you decided to clean up your Uncle's apartment that you were staying at. Last semester when you were deciding how you were going to spend your summer, you had decided to leave your stomping grounds for something new. You loved Cali, but you found yourself quickly growing tired of the same routine with the same people. When your Uncle offered you to spend your break in one of his rentals, you jumped at the opportunity. It was New York for crying out loud, of course you'd be down. Although your days were spent doing schoolwork and ringing up customers instead of walking through Manhattan with your fancy Starbucks drink, you were still happy to be here. Sadly, there were only 3 weeks left until you had to go home and you were finding yourself getting more and more sad as the days rolled by. You were going to miss Janette, your uncle and him.

Since the first time you both had spoken, you and the handsome stranger had been talking more and more. You learned basic information like his name, that he'd recently graduated from MIT, that one of his favorite movies was Belly and a bit about his childhood. Nothing crazy, just that he played basketball 24/7 and had dreams of going pro.

You paused and sighed. Why were you thinking about him so much? During the past few days, you found yourself wondering what he was doing and where he was randomly. When you were up, was he already up? When you were doing homework, was he working? Or was he hanging out with friends? When you blinked, was he blinking at the same time? You couldn't help but ask yourself these dumb questions. He was literally running through your mind non-stop.

"Child, I've been on this earth for 53 years. I know a glow when I see one. Just make sure to enjoy whoever or whatever is making you happy while you can." A sad smile graced her face, causing you to grab her hand a give it a little squeeze. Janette confided in you a few weeks after you started working here about her husband’s passing. They had gotten into a fight, which led to her kicking him out for the night and little did she know that would be the last time she would see him. Apparently, some dope boys thought he had money and tried to rob him. When he wouldn't give them what they wanted, it led to a fight and one of the boys shooting him. It was honestly a tragedy and you'd catch Janette reading over the small clipping of the newspaper article every now and then that she kept hidden in her purse.

With a nod of her head, you watched her blink back her tears as she squeezed your hand back.

"Remember what I said, you hear?"

***

The night was going by pretty fast. You barely had time to get any studying done due to the influx of customers paying for gas or random snacks and goods. You were currently explaining the differences between two sets of condoms in depth to a man who looked way too old to be asking such a question, but you weren't one to judge.

"So, this is the Trojan Sensitivity BareSkin Premium condoms and this is the Ultra-Thin for Ultra Sensitivity Premium condoms. They pretty much do the same thing, except as you see .. this one is extra sensitive."

"They're both sensitive?" The man mumbled, his eyes darting from you to the box quickly as his hand stayed clenched on the counter.

"Yes, but this one is ultra-sensitive and thinner. The other one isn't, see?" You gave him an awkward smile and pointed to the box.

The ringing signaling that someone had entered alerted you, but you didn't have the opportunity to welcome them as the man in front of you rambled on about how he didn't know which one to get. Honestly, you could care less and wished he would just hurry up and pick one. You had spent more enough time talking about condoms than you would've liked and the look he was giving you was starting to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Which-" He cleared his throat, chuckling. "Which one would you would use? I mean, not like that. Like, if you had to pick which one you'd want your partner to use.. which one would you pick?"

His question was of genuine interest and you were seriously debating on just telling him to get out and take his business elsewhere, but this was a potential sale and you didn't want to lose out on it.

"You could just get both. You know, that way you can .. try them out for yourself. Want me to ring them up for you?" Barely giving him enough time to answer, you scanned both boxes in lightning speed. "Your total is $33.48 sir, will you be using cash or credit?"

"Have you used these before? Did they feel good?"

The rough clearing of a throat caused the man and you to look up. Your mouth hung open slightly as you stared at Erik. Did he get finer since the last time you'd seen him? His dreads were out and all over the place, but in a cute messy way. The words 'Lost Tribe' joined with the map of Africa were showcased in white and popped against his black hoodie, while a pair of low sweat pants covered his lower half. Yeah .. you were going to need him to never wear those around you again, not unless you want to be distracted every five seconds. He was staring angrily at the man in front of you and you couldn't blame him, but did he have to look so fucking sexy all mad like that?

"Hurry up nigga, people got shit to do."

The flustered man shuffled closer to the counter and pulled out some crumpled bills, not even attempting to unfold them which made you even more annoyed. You grabbed them, counting them out quickly, before cashing them in and placing his change and bag on the counter, purposely avoiding any chances of touching him. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but the heavy sigh from the man behind him stopped him in his tracks.

"Have a good day, come again." The professional worker in you couldn't help but say.

"Or don't."

You cut your eyes towards him, earning a shrug from his shoulders before the both of you watched as the man hastily grabbed his belongings and damn near rushed out of the store. Some change dropped out of his hand, but he didn't bother looking back to pick it up. Once he was gone you released a breath, suddenly yearning for a hot bath and your bed. Your day had started out good, great even and now you just really wanted it to end. It had been a while since you had to deal with a local creep.

You straightened back up, adjusting your knock-off polo tee and stayed quiet as he placed his usual donuts and Gatorade down on the table. Everything was fine when started to scan his items, until he added another addition just as you were about to total his amount.

Two snickers bar.

You couldn't help but smile, not even attempting to hide your grin as you scanned and added them to the small plastic bag. Of course he didn't want his change, so you just closed the register back after receiving his money and scooted the bag over to him. You both still hadn't exchanged any words, but it was a comfortable silence. He didn't reach for his bag for a few seconds, instead just deciding to stand there with his hands in his pockets. A part of you wanted to question what was wrong, but you didn't bother and decided to just watch him. Seconds later, one of the snickers bar was sitting in front of you.

"You trynna take a break?" He asked.

"I can't ... it's always-" The sound of two customers, a father and daughter from the looks of it, entered. The girl ran off towards the chips section while the older man who looked half past dead, sluggishly walked towards the energy drinks. Not even 30 seconds later, a group of teenagers entered loudly. ".. busy as you can see. I'm the only one here."

He nodded his head, patting the counter a couple times as if to say a silent "okay" and you could've sworn you saw a look of disappointment on his face. Ha, you doubted it. Why would he be disappointed? Or ... maybe he was? Let's be real, who wouldn't want to hang out with you? Shit, you'd be disappointed if you couldn't hang out with someone like you. Too busy with your mental pep talk, you missed most of what he had said and caught him staring at you.

"Want me to get you off?"

"Huh?" You scrunched your eyebrows together, were you hearing him right? Were you losing your mind right now?

"I asked when do you get off."

"Oh .. like in an hour. If you want, we can hang out .. if you're not busy of course. I mean it's Friday night, you probably have things to do, but if you don't' ... we could do something. Or not! I mean, it's not really a big deal or anything."

God, you were so embarrassed. What were you doing? Why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut. Asking him out on a Friday night? Bitch, who were you? You'd never been one to make the first move when it came to guys. Rejecting rather than getting rejected was more of your thing. You ignored the stares of the other patrons shuffling around the store and nervously watched as he looked at you with an amused expression. All that shit talking you were doing in your head earlier was out the door, you were so lame. He was probably laughing at you in his head right now.

With a lick of his lips, he nodded his head. "I'll see you in an hour then."

***

You nervously picked the small piece of sausage off your pizza, popping it into your mouth quickly. You hated eating in front of guys, especially guys you liked. Who wanted to look like a hungry slob in front of someone so fine? You had asked Erik what was the most interesting thing he'd done at MIT and while he was busy going on about that, you were struggling on how you wanted to eat your pizza. Should you fold it? Should you eat it flat? You didn't want grease all on your lips, so should you break it off in pieces instead? That was actually how you really liked to eat it, but who did that? Only weirdos. Only you. You couldn't believe you were really stressing out over something so insignificant, but your insecurities wouldn't let you live.

Erik pulled you out from another of your infamous self-talks and scooted the plastic plate closer to you. Looking up, you watched as he kept his gaze on you as he chewed his food, his tongue darting out slightly to lick at the few specs of crumbs that garnered on his lips. This man was going to be the death of you.

"You always this quiet?" He inquired.

"No, I was just listening to you talk."

"I stopped talking over three minutes ago."

Caught red-handed, you finally began to eat and no longer cared how you looked. You needed to busy yourself by doing something. You picked up your slice, taking a good chunk out of it as you racked your brain for a response. A part of you was disappointed at how self-conscious you were around him. Why couldn't you just be chill and relaxed like your girls back home? Your girls that were always getting asked for their numbers. Your girls that had a new date every Friday, which usually led to you getting an earful about how good or bad the dick was Saturday night. It wasn't jealously per-say, you just wished you could be like that. Outgoing, blunt, confident with a hint of cocky. Maybe then would you actually have a life instead of staying in all the time. You sneaked a look at Erik and started to wonder why he was even hanging out with you. He looked like the type of guy that would go for one of your friends, not you.

You shrugged. "What? I was just trying to process your words. I don't understand all that smart mumbo jumbo stuff you're talking about. I barely made it through physics and pre-Cal when I was a sophomore."

You figured you said something right when you heard him chuckle before mumbling something about your "slick ass mouth".

As the conversation finally started to flow, you felt yourself relax. Erik was witty and funny, in a smart ass kind of way. Knowing you weren't from Harlem, he made sure to let you know about all the hotspots when it came to clubs and food, even assisting you with folding your pizza since he couldn't sit back and watch you disrespect the pizza like that .. his words exactly. He even suggested a few good museums that you could visit. Now that made you laugh. He didn't look like the kind of guy to actually enjoy spending a day at the museum, but you were quickly learning not to judge a book by its cover.

"What's so funny?"

You were tempted to say nothing, but it was obvious he knew something was up so you decided to just be honest.

"You're just different from what I expected you to be. On the outside, you look like the kind of guy that would fuck up a girl’s life and credit, yet every time you open your mouth ... I don't know. You just surprise me. I never suspected you to be the museum-going, woke engineer that you are. Your exterior doesn't match your interior.”

"Your exterior doesn't match your interior." He repeated, almost like he was trying to digest your words. "I like that. Does yours match? I mean, you come off all shy and shit. You steady looking all innocent and sweet whenever I see you. You know what they say about those types."

"What? That we're all undercover freaks or something?"

"Something like that."

The tone of his voice awoke the butterflies in your stomach and you kept your eyes averted from his. Somehow, he always seemed to make something sound so suggestive, not that you minded. It was a nice contrast to the way guys usually talked to you. Not that you were looking for every male in a 5-mile radius to run up to you and start talking provocatively, but it was nice to be flirted with. It made you feel sexy, it made you feel wanted.

Thinking about it, the shy girl stereotype was true in all honesty and if he wanted to find out for himself, you were down to show him.

After your meal, he offered to walk you home and of course you denied. One, you were a big girl and knew the way. Two, you didn't want him going out of his way to walk you to your place. And three, what if he turned out to be some psycho series killer? Your parents always taught you never to let anyone know you address unless you trusted them, yet here you were two seconds away from letting some guy you just met take you home.

"It's late ma. I ain't letting you walk alone when it's this dark outside, especially not dressed like that."

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Slightly offended, you looked down at yourself. A dark blue collared shirt, khaki work pants and some vans. It wasn't cute by any means, but you did just come from work after all. Seeing your shape caused you to suddenly start to feel self-conscious. You had just eaten and now your food baby was making your shirt look even more unflattering than before, it also didn't help that you already had gut before the food. 'You should've said you weren't hungry!', you screamed in your head. The light color of your fitted pants also did nothing to hide the dips and dimples in your thighs, how embarrassing.

"Nothing, but niggas here ain't like the dudes you used to back home. They gonna try some shit if you alone, but if you roll with me then they'll know better."

"But they might think you're my boyfriend or something." And what if someone he knew ended up seeing you two? He wouldn't want that. How embarrassing would that be? You could hear the comments now - "Erik's with the fat girl from the gas station!".

"And what's wrong with that?" He tilted his head to the side and gave you a look, almost as if he was daring you to say something smart.

"N-nothing."

"That's what I thought." Erik took your book bag off your shoulder in one smooth motion, putting it over his own as he wrapped his other arm around your shoulder, forcing you to walk next to him. A small gasp left your lips as he pulled you into him, his body heat spreading throughout your own and damn did he smell good. Now you knew why girls always talked about stealing their boyfriend’s hoodies. You wondered what you did in your past life to get a guy this good-looking to give you attention, or maybe you were giving him too much credit. So what he looked good? There were a million other guys who probably looked the same or better, but that did nothing to stop your heart from racing.

This man was trouble.

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you-are-worth-the-wait · 4 years

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Are there times where you feel you and I are still as close as ever and then there are times where I seem very far away to reach? It’s not that I question what/how I feel for you. I know how I feel. I guess there are times/moments where even though you are just a car ride away from me or we could be in each other’s arms in 10 minutes, it feels like the situation we are both amplifies the distance between us. I’m not so sure what causes that feeling/divide. Maybe it’s when I feel you are feeling lost, hurt, and beaten down to the point where you are desperately searching for an answer and I feel that I can provide that support and guidance but even though you are just right there and I can be by your side when you need me, I can’t be there for you the way I’d like to or possibly how you’d need me, and I feel just as lost.

Truth...my mind drifts to the thoughts of spending the holidays with you. As much as I try to block it out, I can’t help but hope against hope for that. I know it’s a dangerous game to play but at the same time my heart desperately craves that feeling of completeness I know we would bring to each other’s lives. I know it’s a scary thought with so many uncertainties but I feel a possible scenario with me would be more...sincere...than one that you will possibly spend there. I’m not making light of what you could possibly have there. I just have a feeling that if we aren’t together, it will just be like the past holidays where we will be there in body but our minds and hearts will be with each other. Only thing is, we won’t have that opportunity to show each other how we truly appreciate and value the other person. I know that the holidays are supposed to be an amazing time but I can’t help but feel that they may be empty and hollow, more so this time around if we are apart. I’m already dreading them as they approach. How sick is that? *sigh* i feel like I can’t make any sense of what I’m feeling and I just feel lost without you. I’m not saying I need you in my life. Or maybe I do? I mean, I’m not saying that I will die without you, but I know my life would be different for the better with you in it. And I’m not just talking about the way we are now. I’m talking about is really being together, the way we imagine our life to possibly be. I know we have no idea what our life will be like when we are together but it has to be better than what it is right now.

The only thing I can bring myself to look at is that picture mosaic of our album cover and even that is sometimes difficult to look at. I’ve had my digital frame forever but I haven’t been able to set it up to where I can see pictures of what we’ve done and experienced together. As much as I love the memories and moments we’ve created, I’m scared to fully recall and recollect them because it just reminds me of what I had, what I have right now, and even as near as the future of what I could be coming home to at the end of the day but not having it...it hurts. And it’s not like I can simply talk to you about it or how I feel. It’s so weird. I don’t know what your life is like over there but really are still the highlight of my days, as sad as that may sound. Random conversations/texts from someone who is “right there” but I can’t see/be with. I’m sure you have so much going on there that your interactions with me are prolly more so a welcome distraction where as with me, it’s something I look forward to and kinda feel sad and lost without. Just because I admit that, I don’t want you to feel obligated to message me. I know you reach out to me when you can and it will have to be enough. Just makes for a sad and difficult existence I guess. Like this weekend, I haven’t even been able to see what it has in store for me. All I know is at some point, I might go to the gym and in two days time it will be Monday again and I’ll be able to at least fill my days with work. That’s what weekends look like to me. I work all week and I know I’m exhausted and it feels good when Friday afternoon comes around. But then I get home, I rest a little and I start dreading the weekend. I have no vision as to what it has in store for me. So I force myself to stay up as late as possible so that I will sleep most of my Saturday morning away so at least there are those waking moments I would usually have on a Saturday that I don’t have to deal with. There was a time where I did wake up to your messages and there were those few moments where we were able to “converse” on some weekend mornings. I’m not saying/asking you to do that. I’m just saying that that was reason to get up. I went to sleep with the excited anticipation that I could possibly “speak” with you. Admitting that almost makes me sound...like I don’t have much going for myself in my life.

Bottom line. I just miss you is all. And I feel my life is better with you in it. Hope your weekend is a welcome change to work life. You have a good one and stay safe.

Btw...what was with that like? People/relatives not understanding where you are coming from or relating to how you feel that they think all that it takes to “fix” the situation is by being upbeat and putting on a smile? Or kind of like that whole “you are okay” and they think that if they say that enough, you actually will be okay not understanding that you really are not okay. Or something like that blind ignorance where they think they are supporting you but in reality they aren’t or are possibly making it worse to the point where you don’t want to open up to them anymore since they really don’t understand so you retreat into yourself but realize that you first tried to open up in order to find help or a resolve only to find yourself back to where you were, alone and still searching for the comfort, support, and understanding that you desperately are looking to find? Or I could just be totally off in reading that quote and relating it to what you are going through. I try my best to see/understand/relate what you post to what/how you are feeling. A part of me feels I still have that connection to you along with how you still open up to me but there have been times when I’m sure I’ve been way off. Plus I’ve gone through a ton of interpretations thinking I may l know what you are talking about but since you can’t readily let me know if I’m right or way off, it’s tough to tell...*ws*

Sun is not up but it’s slowly turning into day. It’s 0640, I can hear the birds chirping, it’s a little cool, and I’m under my blanket. That’s prolly a cue for me to call it a “night” and get some sleep. This prolly would be the moment when I would prolly be randomly waking up, seeing you next to me, brush the hair out of your eyes/face, adjust the blanket on you/us depending on how cold it is and exposed you are, softly kiss you on your forehead, lightly brush my fingers across your face, then go back to sleep. There was never a red flag or too much baggage on your side in my eyes. Your situation would not have prevented me in wanting to get to know you. You may have sped up the process but your situation wouldn’t have stopped me from getting to know you. What ended up happening once we got to know each other was unexpected and like I said before, your situation didn’t change or alter or present you any different than the person I got to know. I met, got to know, learned, and fell in love with you. I am appreciative and thankful for everyone who guided and influenced you to become the person that you are but it wasn’t them or the situation I feel for. It was the girl who was standing in front of me. The intelligent, humble, soft spoken, well mannered, kind hearted, clumsy, funny, resourceful, witty, lovable, sexual, passionate, irresistible, naive, level-headed, insecure, strong, and everything in between girl. I still don’t see you as someone with baggage. You were and still are the same girl I fell in love with who is just in an unfortunate situation. The situation can be changed. Trust me Love, you wanting/desiring more, it’s a good thing. You deserve it. And you are so good enough for me. I sometimes feel like I don’t deserve a girl as good as you and maybe that’s why we work so well the way we do. We know how you appreciate, adore, admire, and respect each other to a degree that the other inspires within ourselves to be better versions of ourselves for our own sake and the other. It’s one of the great things I love about you/us. We naturally aspire to be better versions of ourselves by feeding off the other’s energy.

I ramble/talk to much, huh. How often do you feel I ever finish my first thought? My paragraphs must be an English teacher’s nightmare so I can only imagine what you are thinking about where I’m going with what I’m saying...*ws*

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Craving You Chapter 14

Summary: You are shocked to see what happened to Jensen, how do you react? and what happens when you tell him your decision to leave?

Warnings; Fluffy, (minor) nothing else that I can think of.

A/N: Hi ya’ll I had to do this today, because of the Thanksgiving week, its going to be busy here. Also i’m am in the middle of writing a few challenges and trying to get this writing thing down to where I can do this. Thank you to @secretlyfurrydragon for her beta’ing this chapter and helping with ideas, She’s amazing writer herself you should check out her tumblr page. Also please don’t post my work on any other website without my permission, just ask first. Gifs are not mine so thank you editors, and I stress this is a AU Jensen is single and no hate towards Danneel, I love her just the same. But Jensen had to be single lol. Love ya’ll all. Btw thank you all 102 of you let me know what you would like me to do to thank you back. I’m not a big page, but i’ll do my best. Happy Thanksgiving.

Catch up here: Craving You Master list.

Reader’s POV

Jo came into my room the next morning, she sat on my bed and gently woke me. “Hey {Y/N}, Jensen is here.”

I sat up, looked at the time. It was 7am, but at the time I didn’t care. He was here, I moved to sit up on my bed. “Is he ok?” I yawned.

She looked down to her hands, “Not really, he’s been beaten to a pulp really and I’m sending him in here for you to take care of him. He could really use you right now, don’t pressure him ok.”

I looked at her confusingly, “What do you mean? Jo tell me, what’s going on with Jensen?” I sat up against the headboard of the bed.

She inhaled sharply, just as she was going to tell her, he appeared in view. “Hey,” he spoke roughly.

I turned my head to face him and saw his face was black and blue and his arm is in a sling, my heart dropped and the pit of my stomach lurked. “Oh my god Jensen,” I sat up with my arms out wanting him to come to me. “Babe? What happened?” I asked as he took Jo’s spot on the bed.

Jo smiled with concern then left, leaving Jensen and I alone. I pulled the covers back, then scooted to the right so Jensen could join me. Gently he laid down next to me, but grunted I assume from the pain he was enduring. He was on his back and I prompted some pillows behind him to rest his shoulder on.

I stayed sitting up behind him, my right hand on his forehead, and my left hand around his waist. “Babe? What happened?” I wanted to cry seeing him like this, it was killed me to see him in pain.

He tried to speak, I reached over him gently to get him a bottled water that I kept by the bed. I have asthma not bad, but when I feel I’m having an attack it helps to have water near by. I rubbed his forehead to help him relax. “Fight, I went to the store to get dinner for us. I was in the back when three guys came in with masks, one spotted me. He grabbed me by my neck before I even had time to react, he punched me when he saw me trying to reach for the other person to help them out the door. We fought for what seemed like hours, but it was only a few minutes. Cops came in just as the guy shot me. A graze to the arm, but enough that I spent the night in the hospital, they didn’t want me to leave afraid I had a concussion.” His voice sounded a bit shaky.

“Oh baby, I could have come to be with you. I was worried about you all night.” I laid behind him as easy as I could without hurting him.

“It’s ok, I was out for the night with all the medications they had given me anyway. It would have been boring and long. I wouldn’t want you to stay there all night, I was ok.” He tried to wink at her but that even hurt.

I shifted to snuggle up to him, I wrapped my arm around his waist and laid my head gently on his shoulder. I was there to stay, I wanted him to know that. “Get some sleep ok, it’s still early and we don’t have to be anywhere today that I know of, and you’re going to be staying with me so I can take care of you. No getting out of it either, you hear me?”

Jensen’s POV

I just agreed with her, it killed me that I was lying to her but I had to bend the truth just a bit. The one thing about my job I hated, was that and hurting her. She didn’t deserve this, none of this. But I’m hoping this will help her save the company, and her employment. If Sargent Hendrixson knew I was getting to close to her, no telling who he would shift the job to. I couldn’t stand to see anyone else’s hands on her, knowing my luck it would either be Garth or Benny. No way, I said to myself as I laid there in the comfort of her arms as she held me. It felt so magical, so relaxing to be in her arms. I needed to talk to Jared, he always knew how to set light on any situations to make them better or find a way to fix it. I closed my eyes, her breathing on my neck was soothing as she snuggled against me. I know she’s done her best to make me feel comfortable, I appreciated her warmth and strength more than anything at that moment. My heart was filled. I closed my eyes feeling safe, secure and thankful for this beautiful woman who laid behind me. But scared of what the future held.

Reader’s POV

I woke up a couple of hours later, Jensen was still asleep. He didn’t even budge when I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. He must have taken some pain meds they given him at the hospital, but if he did it didn’t matter as he will be staying here with me tonight. I can’t risk him getting an infection from being alone, I’m sure Jeff won’t mind. I come out of the bathroom to see him moving like he was trying to sit up, I go over to him.

“Babe?” I urge him to relax, “Shh, it’s ok. I’m here.” I rubbed his back to let him know I was there.

He opened his eyes, he looked bad like he had a hangover from drinking too much beer or something. “Water?” His voice was raspy and hoarse.

I took my right hand and cupped the side of his face, my thumb ghosted over his cheekbone. “It’s right here babe, don’t exert yourself ok.” I helped him sit up a bit, I noticed him flinching from the light in the bathroom. After I gave him the bottled water, I went to turn it off. “How are you feeling hmm?” As I was sit next to him.

“Like crap, I brought some pain meds with me, there in my jacket pocket can you get them for me?” He placed his free hand on his forehead to ease the headache he must have.

I saw his jacket and went over to it to get his meds, his cell phone fell out of his pocket as I reached inside. I picked it up, seeing he had missed calls and texts. “You have some calls on your phone babe,” I walked back over to him with it. “Do you want some breakfast while you return those?”

He smiled, it is so intoxicating I love how it brings out his dimples. “Yeah, I think I should eat something.” He sat up more in the bed, he still had on his jeans and t-shirt.

“Ok, I’ll be right back. You need anything, you yell.” I kissed his lips which he flinched a bit. He was just sore all over and you could tell.

He winked at me before I left the room. Walking into the living room I bump into Jeff, “Hey, watch it dude.” I giggled bumping back into him making him topple a bit.

“Hey yourself nurse {Y/N}, how’s our patient this morning?” He followed me into the kitchen.

I take some food out of the fridge to make breakfast with for everyone. “He’s in a lot of pain, is it ok with you if he stays tonight? I don’t want let him out of my sight.”

“Yeah that’s fine, as long as he rests. You making breakfast for everyone?” he looked over my shoulder.

“Of course, believe it or not. Breakfast is the only thing I can cook and do well with, would you like an omelette kind sir?” I held a spatula up to him.

“Hmm, by all means yes. The kitchen is yours, my lady.” He bowed just as Jo came in the room.

‘Ok, did I miss anything?”

“No, not really. Only Jeff being Jeff.” I turned back to begin cooking breakfast.

About 10 minutes later, I was done with breakfast. I fixed a plate for myself and Jensen as well. Jo got a tray out of the cabinet and helped me by putting the plate of food on it to take to the my room. “You guys eat up, I’m going to take this to Jensen.” I filled a glass with orange juice.

“Ok, you cleaning to right?” Jeff said.

“Your lucky I made you an omelet mister,” I walked off but as I did I felt a folded up napkin hit my back, I turned to look over my shoulder at him. “Guess you’re going to pick that up as well huh,” I gave him a smirk and then disappeared into my room.

Once there, I placed the tray of food on a desk that was by the door as I walked into my room. Jensen had fallen back asleep, so I go over to him. “Jensen? Baby, breakfast is ready.” I touched the side of his face, he jumps a little. “Sshh, it’s ok. It’s only me. You hungry?”

He yawns and sits up, “yeah, starving actually.” He looks over towards the desk. “Smells good, you cooked all this?” He sat up so I could place the tray over his legs.

I chuckled and lightly slapped at his good shoulder, “Hey, I’m a great cook. Well breakfast anyway.” I sat with my right buttcheek on the bed and raised my knee to sit comfortably. I took a few bites of my own breakfast as I watched him to make sure he was ok, I decided to tell him the decision I made last night. “So, um. I made a decision.” I took a drink of orange juice.

He looked at me, “Ok, what decision is that?” he looks at me questioningly.

“I decided to go back to Vancouver and fight for my job, I can’t get a hold of Bobby, and I got a feeling something is really wrong.” I bit my bottom lip waiting for his reaction.

He cleared his throat, “I see, I mean I think it’s great you’re going to go back and fight for what’s rightfully yours, but I know how you are with flying. You actually ready to face flying again so soon after an attack yesterday?” he took a bite of his eggs.

I shook my head as I shifted a bit, “No, not really. That’s why I am renting a truck or car to drive back. I know it’ll take a couple of days or so, but I can’t handle flying in a plane again.”

“What does Jo think about it? Have you talked to her?” He flinched from the pain after he moved his arm.

I wanted to reach over to him and help him, but he looked at me as if he was saying I got this. Was I hurting him by wanting to go back early? Did we have a chance still if I did? Or is that it? Thoughts kept coming in my head like crazy as I tried to read him. “She understands, she was going to talk to Jeff and see if it was ok for her to come with me. Make sure things are ok before she comes back, I’ll give her my return flight ticket and she can exchange it for a one way flight back to Austin.”

“Hm, sounds like you have it all planned out.”

I look at him and decided I needed to know, “Would this affect what we have going on between us? I mean I know I’m leaving a few days earlier than expected and you still have time here.” I could feel the tears forming in the back of my eyes. I tried my best to keep them at bay so he wouldn’t feel obligated.

He dropped the fork he was holding and looked at me, “No, it doesn’t. Babe I’m in this for the long run, I don’t want you to ever think I would leave you for a decision like that,” he took his right hand and cupped the side of my face and I leaned into it.

“Thank you, I know we only met just a few days ago, but Jensen I feel strongly for you.”

“I feel the same, I never want you to ever think I don’t ok.” He pulled me closer to him and kissed me the best he could with the tray in the way. He pulled away first, “I’ll go with you, Jo has too much to do here for her wedding and such, I’ll go with you instead.”

My face light up, “Really? But is your shoulder going to be ok for the long drive back?”

“I’ll be fine, I rather be there for you when you win your job back.”

I moved the tray from between us and placed it on the floor by the dresser, then sat down by Jensen. “I would love for you to be there with me.”

“Then it’s settled, we can leave tonight and take my truck. We will split the drive time and pull over if we need to for the night.”

I smiled at him, and felt comfortable knowing that no matter what, this man has my back. God I wish I could say ‘I love you,” but it’s too soon. Hopefully, he feels the same way and when the time is right we’ll know when to say it. I just have to wait a bit longer.

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A Few Weeks Ago Amazon Announced Their Newest Alexa Based Product…Echo Look

I discovered this when I visited Amazon to reorder some vitamins…which I forgot to order btw. Because once I arrived I saw this:

Since I’m a huge fan of Alexa virtual assistant and I love fashion I got a little sidetracked. ‘But, no’ I thought, ‘who needs a camera powered by Alexa voice recognition to take my picture?’ I read on anyway and watched Amazon’s video. The video made some compelling arguments for why I need Echo Look. So I checked out the price….$200 and decided I’d ask for it for my birthday.

Amazon’s Video Introducing Echo Look

I explain more about why I decided I really need it a little later. But first, I need to explain why I think this product will be HUGE!

Echo Look’s Primary Function is to Take Selfies

Let’s have a show of hands…who predicted selfies would become a world wide phenomenon. I know I didn’t! In fact I’m still truly puzzled about how and why selfies became such a social epidemic.

But they did!

In case it’s not obvious to you, I’m not a huge fan of selfies. That may be in part because I’ve never really mastered taking them. All I’ve mastered is the ‘looking in the mirror’ method shown below…usually taken with an iPad

Above: Me trying to take selfies as I pack for a trip.

I know I should master taking selfies, because it couldn’t possibly be that hard. After all, everyone you see from kids to grandmas are taking them…and most people know how to take them without using their bathroom mirror! How hard could it be? But apparently it is pretty hard for someone who’s completely oblivious concerning what their best angle to be shot from is, as well as how to make those sexy facial expressions which make you look thinnner and glamorous all at once.

It’s exactly because selfies have exploded onto the world scene that I predict the new Echo Look will become huge! Ironically, selfies aren’t even the new Look’s primary purpose.

Above: Kim Kardashian’s advice on cropping to perfection

Kim Kardashian’s Guide to Taking the Perfect Selfie (Marie Claire)

Kim Kardashian is known as ‘queen’ of the selfie. Interviewers frequently ask her how she does it. How does she take such amazing selfies? Marie Claire included her answers in a recent article which I made into a PDF you can download .

Echo Look Will Provide User’s with a Photographic Journal of all Their Outfits. That in and of itself is pretty cool for clothing obsessed women like me. Yet even that’s not it’s primary purpose!

Echo Look’s primary purpose is to provide women (and impliedly girls who I suspect may end up being the most prolific user demographic for Look) with fashion advice! It’s unclear exactly what form this advice will take. It could be Amazon Echo software but there appears to be a human component to. This, for my purposes, isn’t the biggest selling feature.

Teens and young women I think are the target demographic for Echo Look.

Because frankly, fashion advice isn’t something I really need or want. I don’t want to sound arrogant…but I’m pretty confident that I know what looks good on me and what doesn’t. I’m also pretty confident in my ability to pick out the correct attire for any given situation…but I’m not the norm. The only reason I’ve arrived at my level of confidence is because I went to school for fashion design. Which hopefully explains my clothing obsession too.

Many women don’t share my confidence however. Many more don’t even know what looks good on them, because in general, that’s not an easy thing to figure out. I know, because I’m not great at helping other people figure that out either…it’s actually much harder than it looks. I’ve just been lucky because I’ve had years of concentrated practice with myself while in school. Unfortunately I’ve had much less experience with other people’s body types. I can tell when something does look good on someone else…but getting them to that point is difficult for me.

So, an Amazon Echo function that offers fashion advice to people 24/7 in the comfort of their own homes has the potential to be pure genius! Which is another reason I predict that Echo Look will be huge! Also, I think that this concept leaves room for future development. In my mind…the sky’s the limit. For example, how many years has the concept of virtual dressing rooms been kicked around…yet you never really hear of it taking off. With something like Alexa Echo home integration however, I think it’s not only possible but quite probable.

Below: Part of my fascination with Echo Look is the ‘hand’s free’ capability.

More About Why I’m In Love With the Concept of Echo Look

Every time we travel I spend inordinate amounts of time figuring out what outfits I should bring. First I have to figure out what fits me, because as every woman knows, we generally have at least 2 if not 3 entirely different wardrobes based upon our current weight. I call mine my skinny, medium or fat clothes. Once I have a basic idea of which of those categories might fit me then I have to try everything on with a bunch of different options to decide which combinations look best. Last I have to find the exact right accessories to enhance each ensemble.

After I have about twice as many outfits as is practical I need to start thinning things out because I won’t have enough room (or really my bags won’t meet the pairline’s weight requirements) for everything I’d like to bring. For some reason this thinning out part is the absolute hardest for me. I keep thinking to myself…what if it’s cold…what if I run out of X types of clothing…what if, god forbid, I need to actually shop while I’m there! Not that I don’t love shopping…I do…sort of…but not under pressure and not when I desperately need one thing because that’s when I can never find that one thing.

It’s at this stage that Echo Look could really help me out. As part of the thinning process I take selfies, I guess you’d call them, so I can remember what’s supposed to go with what. I really think that Echo Look could be a huge time saver for me with this part!

The idea that I could just tell Alexa to take my picture and then turn around and take it again from the back, and have all those photos nicely stored and available at a moments notice is fantastic!

Below: I guess you’d call my pre-trip packing photos ‘selfies’

Why I Can’t Ask for Echo Look as My Birthday Present

I was pretty shocked when I realized that I couldn’t actually buy Echo Look yet. That’s because Amazon appears to be beta testing it first. They are only sending invitations to Prime members who request them…but requesting an invite doesn’t appear to guarantee that you’ll receive one. I did request one and received this in an email shortly afterwards:

The email I received from Amazon indicating they’d received my request for an invitation.

After a few weeks of waiting and further research to see if anyone has been invited to buy Echo Look yet…I found nothing online on the topic. If people are receiving invitations no one is talking about it. So I devised a method to contact the Echo department.

My Search for Inside Information About Echo Look

I had to call Amazon customer service about an unrelated matter. Since we have a new distribution center near us most of our Amazon orders are now delivered by the Amazon Logistics department. This is both good and bad. Oftentimes we now can get next day deliveries and sometimes even same day deliveries. But finding those deliveries can be challenging! The new Logistics team leaves packages anywhere and everywhere but at our door…and they never ring the doorbell first. So this was my 3rd time calling them to complain about finding packages in weird places that were soaking wet because they leave them in the rain without first placing them into a plastic bag. It can be challenging finding Amazon’s Customer Service phone number so here’s the one that always works for me.

Calling Amazon Customer Service – Amazon Logistics – Echo Support

The Amazon Customer Service Phone Number I Use

(866) 216-1072

If you Google it, Google now shows you a different number in the first search result

Google Search Result: (888)289-4331

I always had to call Customer Service 1st and explain my problem before being routed to Amazon Logistics so the 3rd time I called I remembered to ask if Logistics has a separate number that I could call directly and they do.

Amazon Logistics Phone Number (877) 252-2701

The First Incorrect Inside Information I Was Given

The Logistic’s person I talked to was chatty so I asked her about Echo Look. She told me that everyone there is really excited about it but that no one really knows anything more about it than the general public. She said that the Logistics team was usually kept in the dark until after products were launched. But she seemed eager to want to help me out. So using Amazon’s internal computer network she figured out that in order to be invited to buy Echo Look you first needed to pre-order it.

I was beyond thrilled with that news! It explained why I hadn’t received my invite!

After hanging up I immediately went back to the webpage introducing Echo Look and tried really hard to find anywhere I’d missed about how I could pre-order it. Sadly, there was nothing…I couldn’t find any information on how to place a pre-order.

Above: You have to admit, Echo Look’s design is pretty great too.

A Few Tricks for Calling Echo Support (877) 375-9365

At least I’d remembered to ask for Echo Support’s direct phone number. That ended up being a good thing because that number is much harder to find. Furthermore I discovered that once I did find it, it’s not very easy call and reach a live person either.

When you call (877) 375-9365 the phone doesn’t even ring…you’re immediately greeted with a robotic sounding message stating that it needs to determine whether or not you’re really a human. It was more than a little jarring to immediately hear this robotic voice before the phone has even rung. Then, after I listened to the message there was nothing but silence afterwards. It took me three calls before I finally figured out that I needed to say “I’m human.” There were few more moments of silence leading me to think that saying I was human wasn’t the solution, but then finally I heard the sound of a ringing phone faintly in the distance it seemed but then I was connected to a real live support person!

The woman I spoke to was also very nice and as eager to help as the Logistic’s employee, but she told me, somewhat sadly, that she really couldn’t enlighten me much more than the Logistic’s person had.

However we continued talking for a few minutes and it turned out she did have access to more information.

In the final analysis calling Echo Support did reveal 3 things that I hadn’t known before:

First, I was told that the prior customer service person was correct about needing to place a pre-order but her timing was off. She said you do that only after you’ve been invited. She said that was the only time that pre-ordering was possible and that preorders were placed from a link supplied in the invitation.

The 2nd thing I learned was that there have been some invitations already extended. But she didn’t know how many or what the future held for any more of them. She said generally there isn’t any consistent pattern to how these might unfold. But she also didn’t think they were looking for specific traits but rather that the selection process was a fairly random one.

Last, she offered to send me some additional information I might not have seen or have had access to by email.

I received her email shortly after we hung up. I’ve copied the most interesting parts below:

Email from Echo Support

As we discussed, the procedure to select the candidates is random, however you can always request the invitation to be on the wait list, Amazon will send you an email if selected or not selected; if you got chosen into the email you can see the link to pre-order the device.

Also, these are some details about the product:

Echo Look is an entirely new category of device – the first artificially intelligent style assistant with Alexa that helps you look your best. Echo Look is a hands-free camera — simply ask Alexa to take a full-length photo or short video of your head-to-toe look, without using a smartphone camera or mirror.

Echo Look mobile app (see above)

In the Echo Look mobile app, you can see your outfit from any angle, get outfit inspired recommendations, easily share your look with close friends on Instagram, Facebook, via text and other social networks and use Style Check for an ‘on-the-spot second opinion’ on your look.

Alexa Integration

As part of the Echo device family, both Amazon Echo and Echo Look have access to the Alexa Voice Service and use far-field voice technology to hear your voice when you say the wake word (for example, “Alexa”). Use the wake word with Echo Look to play music, control smart home devices, and hear information, news, sports scores, weather, and more.

What is in the box?

Echo Look device

Echo Look screw-on base

Power adapter 21W with 7.9 ft. cable

Mounting kit: wall plate, screws, anchors, and instructions

Quick Start Guide

Things to Try card

I hope this solution works for you, however if you need further assistance or want to know more about Alexa please feel free to reach us directly via phone call through this link:

Visit Amazon’s Webpage That Announces Echo Look

Here’s a link to Amazon’s Echo Look Webpage Where You Can Request Your Invitation to Echo Look

Amazon’s Information About Echo Look

The following is taken pretty much verbatim from Amazon’s webpage…in case you’re not inclined to actually visit it yourself.

Introducing Echo Look—everything you love about Alexa, and now she can help you look your best

With Echo Look, you can take full-length photos of your daily look using just your voice. The built-in LED lighting and depth-sensing camera let you blur the background to make your outfits pop, giving you clean, shareable photos. Get a live view in the Echo Look app or ask Alexa to take a short video so you can see yourself from every angle. View recommendations based on your daily look and use Style Check for a second opinion on what looks best. And, because Alexa is built in the cloud, she’s always getting smarter—and so will Echo Look.

Features & Functions

Take full-length photos or short videos so you can see a 360-degree view of your outfit. Use the app to create a personal lookbook, browse your outfits, and use computer vision-based background blur to make your outfits pop.

Using just your voice, easily take full-length photos and short videos with a hands-free camera that includes built-in LED lighting, depth-sensing camera, and computer vision-based background blur.

See yourself from every angle with the companion app. Build a personal lookbook and share your photos.

Get a second opinion on which outfit looks best with Style Check, a new service that combines machine learning algorithms with advice from fashion specialists Echo Look helps you discover new brands and styles inspired by your lookbook.

Ask Alexa to read the news and audiobooks, set alarms, get traffic and weather updates, control smart home devices, play music, and more.

Always getting smarter and adding new features, plus thousands of skills like Starbucks, Fitbit, NPR, and more.

This gives me the idea that maybe people would end up getting more than one Echo Look

Privacy Concerns About Echo Look

Rather than reinvent the wheel I’m just going to mention the fact that Echo Look presents huge privacy concerns any way you look at it, and provide links to the best coverage of this topic that I’ve found so far. Privacy concerns range from the simple matter of IoT devices generally having ZERO security to Alexa’s ‘always on and always recording’ utility…for sure privacy is a huge worry!

Setting privacy matters aside for one moment, here’s the thing…I still really want it! I think that if I want it this much, even though I believe I’m more sensitized to this issue than most people would be and that I really do fully understand all of the risks, I’m certain that many, many more people will want it too and that they won’t give privacy issues a second thought.

Public Reactions So Far

While there have been a ton of articles published about Echo Look…pretty much any and all online tech publishers have jumped on this story…very little has appeared that gauges responses of the general public so far. The most vocal group are members of meh.com…which appears to be a millennial Facebook alternative…oh, and they sell junk too. Below are some screenshots I took of user comments there.

I agree with the one person who wrote that this will probably be huge because they don’t think it will be…but obviously not for the same reason!

The only other real opinion piece I was able to uncover is this very short BBC news article that states ‘so far the reactions are mixed.’

What the Big Tech Publishers Think About Echo Look

Reactions here have been almost universally negative…because of Privacy concerns. Two of the best articles along those lines are:

Wired’s Amazon’s ‘Echo Look’ Could Snoop a lot More Than Just Your Clothes

The Verge’s Amazon’s Echo Look is a Minefield of Privacy Concerns

One other article which on the face of it appears to be really negative based upon it’s title ‘The Echo Look is Amazon’s Trojan Horse‘ by Backchannel, really isn’t. In it they really offer some pretty optimistic insights I think, and predict a multitude of unanticipated uses will quite possible quickly follow Echo Look’s release.

I was pleasantly surprised to read this last article which came out a few days after all of the negative and cautionary ones did. It was only one which is really positive about matter’s of privacy. Computerworld’s How ‘Amazon Echo Look Will Improve Privacy This one article alone goes a very lone way towards dispelling any of the privacy concerns stated by all of the others.

Not only that, but Computerworld’s prediction agrees with my own…they predict that Echo Look will be huge!

Conclusion

One last reason I believe Echo Look is destined for greatness is because it’s Amazon. Not that many people are aware of Amazon’s position in the fashion industry…and I’m no expert. Even though we generally don’t order something online in our household unless Amazon carries it…because any other site would be too much effort apparently…I almost never order clothing from them. Socks and underwear…yes…but actual clothing…no. But wait…I really do!

It just dawned on me that one of my favorite online vendors for clothing is Zappos. If you don’t buy clothing from Zappos yet, you don’t know what you’re missing! You get free shipping both ways and 365 days to decide if you want to keep something! Literally no other clothing merchandiser in the world offers such lenient purchasing policies! And guess what…Amazon owns Zappos!

So to wrap things up here, while I’ve yet to receive my own invitation, I still think that Echo Look will, in all likelihood be ‘the next big thing’ if only for the reason that ‘selfie challenged’ baby boomers like myself desperately need it!

My Previously Undisclosed Selfie Album

Btw, I never publish pics of myself, and in fact have procrastinated about writing one very important post for over a year now because of my fear of this…so I’m biting the bullet and sharing this album of my selfies in the hopes that I can now get on with writing that very important post. If you’re interested it’s about how I went from long brown hair to short and grey (really white) in just 1 year’s time pretty painlessly. And yes, I do realize that my long procrastinated about post may not sound very important, but trust me when I tell you that it really, really is.

Why? Because a lot of women struggle with how to stop dyeing their hair and make the transition to grey without looking like a freak for the few years time it usually takes for their to completely grey grow out. Often this transition is harder for people with brown or red hair. Since grey hair is trending right now, and it’s so fashionable to sport grey…I need to publish it before these circumstances change.

The selfie album below is comprised of some of the photos I took to document my transition. The ones I’m sharing here represent only the best ones taken over roughly the span of one year. I know that they are pretty pathetic, which illustrates how beneficial Echo Look could have been, had it been available to me at the time I took these.

Below: Part of my ‘Going Grey’ documentation.

Question for My Readers

There’s one more thing I need to do before I overwhelm you with ‘additional resource links.’ I have one important question for my readers. Do you think if I sent this post to the Amazon Echo department that then they’d send me an invitation? As I mentioned above, in talking to them they explained that they aren’t privy to this secret selection process either. Because it’s not for sale yet, Echo Look is outside the realm of their department currently. They were unclear who actually does have jurisdiction over beta testing…but they seemed to think it was occurring currently. So please leave me a comment if you have an opinion on this…especially if you have any knowledge about the inner workings of the beta selection process…I’d be forever grateful.

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Additional Resources

Highlights of the World’s Obsession with Selfies

(In Reverse Chronological Order)

2017 Current Selfie Trends

Astronaut selfies

Wired’s recent article ‘Worker’s Who Snap Selfies Dangling from Skyscrapers’

eNews online maintains 10 celebrity selfie photo galleries with titles like…Lady Gaga’s Strangest Selfies, and Best Celeb Hewlthies

Celebrities sharing their breastfeeding selfies…are being called brelfies

2016

2016 Mother’s Day Selfies at Wichita Eagle New’s website

2015

In 2015 more people were killed taking selfies than by shark attacks.

Sarasota Herald Tribune 2015 The Year of the Selfie photo gallery of politicians taking selfies

2014

In 2014 a trend caught on in art museums around the world of transforming famous works of art into selfies

2013

Huffington Post made a great infographic on selfies in 2013

In 2013 Mashable called selfies ‘the social-media era’s most loved (and loathed) mode of photographic self-expression.’

In 2013 CNN reported that Oxford Dictionary named Selfie the word of the year.

Curiosity the Mar’s Rover’s Selfie in 2012

2012

In 2012 Time Magazine Ranked ‘Selfie’ #9 in It’s Top 10 Buzzwords

While personally I couldn’t watch the video ‘How Curiosty Took a Selfie‘ I found in a 2012 volume of National Geographic Magazine…I did read the story. Curiosity, the Mar’s Rover pictured above, probably had no idea of the year-long planning effort it took to orchestrate making that selfie a huge success.

2011

January 2011 was when Mashable reported that the first #selfie hashtag was used on Instagram.

2010

On June 30, 2010 Mashable launched Social Media Day

Echo Look May Be Amazon Echo Home’s Next Big Thing…it May Be the World’s Next Big Obsession Too A Few Weeks Ago Amazon Announced Their Newest Alexa Based Product...Echo Look I discovered this when I visited Amazon to reorder some vitamins...which I forgot to order btw.

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