#HE‘S ACTUALLY SO GORGEOUS

[wonwoosthetic]

@ Paul Mescal, you will hear from my therapist

[maeblack]

„God, I love the way my name sounds, if you moan it like this, cara mia“

Paring: Theodore Nott x reader

Warnings: smut and a bit dominant Theo

also, English is not my first language and I’m doing my best, so please be patient with me and be warned :)

Word count: 2508

Summary: sometimes jealousy leads to hot shower sex and affirmations

„Theo?!“ my voice echoed from the walls like my steps. Which became even quicker as I neared myself to the boys change room. Where the hell was he? Without a knocking I swung the door open. A few curses were heard and every pair of eyes laid on me, as I passed the few still changing boys.

„Y/n, what gives us the honor to welcome you in our secret place of hottness?“ Draco purred as he leans against the wall near his locker. The black towel around his waist hung dangerously loosely. Which exposed his well trained body and didn’t left many space for imagination what’s underneath. As i didn’t respond, he spoke up again „you like what you see?“ he teased. „Unfortunately yes, but i‘m not here for you, Malfoy“ I explained sweetly.

While I snaked past him, I mocked: „sorry, I think you need to wait for the next pretty girl, who crosses your way, if you’re half naked, to suck the life out of your dick“. A few chuckles filled the moist air. „This beautiful case happens not as rare as you might think lovely y/n“ he responded as he turned around to face me. I had stopped in front of Theo’s open locker. „Sure Malfoy“ I muttered absent, as I scanned the things in front of me. The quidditch uniform hung on the open locker door. That meant he‘s not in the hospital wing. Good. So he doesn’t have to go there twice on a day when I’m done with him.

But his favorite black sweater also still hung in the locker. So he weren’t already back in his dorm. Or hers. Which was the actual reason I was here. „Where is he?“ i questioned snippy. „I don’t know who you talking about, if you have such an attitude“ Draco shrugged. I inhaled sharp. „my dearest friend Draco, it would be very nice, if you tell me where I can find Theodore“ I declared with a fake smile in my face, my voice still snippy. „Hm I don’t know, if I would be a good friend to him, if I tell you where he is, when you are that mad at him“ Draco explained while he pulled his shirt over his head. „I just want to know, if this whore is with him“ I revealed trough clenched teeth. Silence. „He‘s still in the shower“ he informed me grinning „I don’t know if he’s alone“. „Oh“ I said. My voice sounded more uncertain as intended. Draco chuckled. „Naw if you‘re scared to go in, you can still accept my offer“ he teased, while he fiddled on the towel around his waist. „No thanks“ I admitted quick „I’m already a big girl and I can handle my jealousy alone“. With this I turned on my heal and went straight into the shower room.

The moment I stepped in, the humidity increased immeasurably. The room was filled in steam fog, which enveloped Theo’s tall figure. He stood with his back to me under one of the showers in the back of the elongated room. He was alone. An indescribable burden fell from my heart. The stream of water washed around his body as I came closer. With one hand on the wall, he supported himself, while his dark brown curls hung into his closed eyes. My anger was floated away as my eyes scanned ever millimeter of his gorgeous body. No hickeys. Just his cute freckles all along his neck down to his shoulders. The butterflies in my belly did some flips as they went crazy. The muscles on his back twitching, as he lifted his head and stretched it towards the heated water. The space in between my tights already as wet as the air around us. „Do you want to keep staring at me or will you join me?“ Theo’s husky voice reached my brain. I nervously cleared my throat. He chuckled raspy, which send shivers down my spine. He would be the death of me, I already knew it. Why did I thought I would be able to yell at him while he‘s IN SHOWER? Only the thought about his body made me numb. And now I was more than able to see everything. God

A few moments must have passed since my voice was lastly heard, because now I was the one with a raspy whispering voice. „I was searching for you“. It sounded sweet. Merlin. I was pissed until I took the step inside the shower room. Since when did Theodore Nott made me that weak?

„Aha“ he made slowly, bringing me back to reality. „Then congratulations… you found me“ he purred while he let his head fell back. My body heated up even more. How could someone look that good? It was a curse and blessing together to have this beautiful sight of him. „Then what do you want from me, if it’s not joining me?“ he asked again. For a moment I was confused myself. „If you just wanted to know where I am, you could have asked somebody? You didn’t have to follow me into the shower…“ he added. „Oh yeah?“ I snipped. My voice had its force back. „Maybe your new fangirl could have told me where you are! But oh wait, I forgot, she left together with you“. With every word I talked myself back in anger again. For a few seconds the water streaming on the floor was the only thing heard. He chuckled quietly as he shook his head slightly.

Only as he turned around to face me, I noticed how close I stood. The water from his hair dropped on my face as I glanced up at him. My eyes still sparkled aggressively. But as I got lost in his deep brown hazel eyes, I felt my knees go weak again. My breath went hard. The anger still slightly cocking in my veins. But I got more and more distracted as my gaze followed the tiny watersprinkles which made their way down his face. It looked so magical.

„Is there someone jealous?“ he questioned after his eyes had searched along my whole face. His voice unfathomable, which made my heart twitch. I wasn’t sure what to say. Could I admit that I am jealous? Am I allowed to be jealous? Actually not. We weren’t together. He wasn’t mine. And I wasn’t his. God why am I even here then?

In the shower. While he‘s completely naked. And I’m fully dressed.

The second I thought about it, was the first moment I could feel the hot water streaming down at me, even though I stood like this for minutes. After this determination my eyes flew automatically down my soaked wet cloths. And with this, down his body too. His incredibly defined abs peaked out his upper body. I fought against the instinct to slid my fingertips along them. His cock already standing hard. Which made me bite my lower lip while I felt my mid already clenching.

„Y/n“ His voice brought my attention back to his lips. „Why are you here?“ he asked urgently. My voice trembled as I started to mouth an answer „I just had to make sure if you’re here. With her.“ „and then?“ he questioned darkly. I shivered. „What do you thought we would do here together?“ he continued his asking. „I -“ I started searching for the right words. „Go on little y/n“ he purred „tell me your naughty thoughts“. I swallowed hard against my dry throat. Why did he had such an effect on me? Even if it would be possible not to think about his hard cock. Which now slightly tipped against my mid as he came closer to tug my hair behind my ear. I melted under his touch and my whole body burned.

„Tell me what you thought we were doing in here“ he demanded.

I gathered all my courage as I spoke up. „After I saw how she undressed you with her looks on the pitch, I thought I would find her on her knees for you. Sucking your dick like you deserve after the good match“ I explained as I lifted my chin towards him. „Aha“ he hummed, his voice melodically. A grin drawn on his lips. „You think I deserve a naughty little whore who sucks my dick?“ he questioned. I nodded. „And why in this case you wanted to stop her?“ Theo asked taunting. „Because it’s my job“ I said, not knowing where his sudden confident came from. „Aha“ he repeated his answer from before. This time his grin grew even bigger.

„Then I won’t hold you back any longer… do what you’re here for“ Theo crooned. His left hand, which loosely hung in my hair after he tugged it behind, grabbed deeper in my strains and pushed me slightly down on my knees. My mouth milliliters away from his dick. I looked up through my lashes and locked eyes with him as I straddled his cock with my fingers. I admired the changing expression in his face as I licked his tip. He breathed in sharp as I took his hard cock in my mouth. His soft skin unter my tongue made me melt. And as his groans filled the air, my mid was dripping for him.

„Oh Merlin - y/n“ he groaned trough clenched teeth as I took him all in „you do your job fucking good“. As his muscle twitched he withdrew from my mouth and pulled me back to my stand. His hand still grabbed with full force in my hair as he brought me in front of his lips. Every inch of my body ached for him. „And now, amore mio? What happens next in your dirty little mind?“ Theo’s voice dagging deep into my brain. „I want to feel you“ I admit while locking eyes with him. His intense stare made my body melt in pure pleasure. And as his lips formed into a grin, I knew my deepest desire would come true. Slowly he closed the last gab between us and placed his soft lips demandingly on mine. Our lips moved so sync I thought I‘ve already kissed him a hundred times. His other hand found it’s place on my waist to pull me even closer, so every part of my body could feel his. And how I could feel his body. His cock pressed hard agains my belly while he pressed me against him and my back on the cold wall behind us. I wanted to melt together with him and stay like this forever.

But my aching mid reminded me of what I really needed. „Theo“ I managed to say under my heavy breathing „I want you inside of me“. His eyes sparkled furiously as he took a step back. „If you take off your cloths for me, I will do anything for you to make you feel as good as you made me feel, while my dick fucked your beautiful mouth“ he said and his voice sounded like honey. In trance I took of my all wet sweater. It fell to the ground with a muffled noice. Then I opened the zip of my skirt, which made it slid down my legs slowly. Never breaking eye contact with his beautiful hazel eyes. Patient he waited as I unclipsed my bra until I freed my breasts. Suddenly he was right in front of me. His lips on my neck, searching for my sweet spots, making me gasp. His hands all around me. His fingertips softly caressed my burning skin. And his tip pressing against my soaked panties. „So wet for me already, cara mia?“ he said sweetly „and I have barely touched you yet“. „Mhm“ I mumbled. I was about to melt in his hands. Only the nickname he called me made me weak.

And then there were his soft lips sucking on my neck, leaving marks, everyone could see the next day. But I don’t care. I wanted to be his. And I wanted everyone to see. Slowly he kissed himself down to my breasts. The moment he took my nipple in his mouth to play with his tongue, I know, I must be in heaven. I moaned out his name. His hands rooming my body and sliding down my panties. „Theo, please“ I pleaded. As he didn’t responded nor did anything else than before, the aching pain in my mid grew bigger. I whimpered again until he let go of my breast and looked deep in my eyes, while he came closer. Right in front of my lips he stopped and whispered: „I like it when you plead for my dick“. Then he closed the gap between us again and kissed me. This time his tongue become even more forceful than before and I could only bare imagine, how it would feel to have his tongue playing with my pearl. The moment I tought about it, I felt his thumb where I needed him the most. I gasped as he quickly rubbed against it. My whimpers became moans at the sudden intense feeling. And as the feeling in my stomach grew bigger and bigger I started to moan out his name again. Whereupon he locked eyes with me. „God, I love the way my name sounds, if you moan it like this, cara mia“ he whispered. Only his words were enough to push me over the edge.

But he didn’t give me time to ride out my orgasm. Instead he pressed his tip on my pulsating clit and cared it along my entrance before he spoke again: „and because you moaned my name so beautifully, I want to know how it sounds, if I give you a reason to scream it“. With this he pushed his tip deep inside of me. With one hand on the wall and the other around my throat, he supported himself as he drove deeper with every thrust, while he fucked me against the wall. And as he said, with the feeling of his hard dick pumping into me, he made me scream his name over and over again. As he pleased spots I never new even existed, he made me reach one high after the other.

One of my hands searching for support in his dark curls, while my finders played with his strains. The other one laid on his shoulder, digging my nails in his soft skin. As his trusts became harder, he broke the connection to my neck, where he drew a masterpiece of his affection. „Since I heard you scream my name, amore mio, I don’t want to hear anyone else say it like that ever again“ he confessed breathlessly between his trusts. The nickname and the affirmation pushed me over the edge again. I whimpered and clenched around him, which dragged him with me into his orgasm. „I‘ll moan it for you anytime… I‘m all yours Theodore“ I whispered trembling in his ear, which made him groan as he nestled his face between my neck and my hair.

[idiswhadidis]

-- spa night

bf jungwon x fem. reader

sypnosis: Jungwon agreed to have a spa night.

genre: fluff - warnings: a makeout session

a/n. i'm surprised by myself of how fast i wrote this, i think it took me about an hour a record when i tell ya. anyways i got to this idea when i, myself had a spa night lol, hope you enjoy (:

how could this escalate? you both just watched something on TV and now you‘re having out of nowhere a „spa night“.

boy knows he‘s a fool for you but he forgot that you got him wrapped around your finger that he actually agreed to this.

looking into the mirror trying not to laugh at himself smacking his arm,

„stop laughing would you, or the face mask will fall off“ 

„says the one who’s laughing in my face since 5 minutes straight“

him staring at his reflection seeing the unicorn headband not letting hair into his face and the face mask which represents a panda making you cackle again, trying to control yourself you take a deep breath

„…you look gorgeous, now lemme put these on your eyes“ you smile wiggling the two slices of cucumber in your hand, him grabbing both of your wrist to stop you

„you‘re not gonna put cucumbers on my eyes“

„yes i will“ you smile at him with the most innocent eyes his weak point

sighing in deafeat and letting go of your wrists having the green light to do whatever you wanna do to him

putting the two slices on his eyes wondering how they don‘t fall off? 

„and is it relaxing?“ 

„oh yeah, never felt anything more relaxing in my life“

„good cause now your lips will be next“ completely ignoring his sarcasm.

„the hell? don‘t tell me lip masks exist?“

hearing ripping of a package his question just got answered..

„close your mouth so i can put it on“

but not before leaving a small peck on his lips letting him grave for more as he try’s to follow your lips

putting quickly the lip mask on, bursting into laughter making him groan

„Jungwon i‘m sorry but this is too funny you should see yourself“

taking your phone you take a photo, not so good is you have the sound on letting him now you took a photo <3

him grabbing the cucumbers of his eyes glaring at you while you smile sheepishly at him taking few steps backwards 

looking at his own reflection real quick shaking his head trying to not to laugh as well pulling of the lip mask but still keeping the panda mask on?

„i think it‘s your time to do your so called „spa night“ 

shaking your head, janking the door handle down and dashing away 

hearing fast footsteps behind you making you walk faster around the couch, him on the other side staring at you like a predator

„it‘s only fair to let me do it now“

shaking your head „i‘m fine thank you“

narrowing his eyes at you and climbing over the couch too fast that you can‘t run away on time

catching you in his arms and throwing you onto the couch, legs on each side of your body your arms held by him completly trapped

looking at him got you giggling again making him smile when he suddenly starts,

„you know, i‘m so in love with you i would let you do anything with me as you can see“ 

making you melt, looking into his love-strucked eyes 

grabbing his neck bringing his face closer to yours whispering against his lips „i will always love you more“

crashing his lips on yours, hand on your waist going underneath your top gasping from his cold hand on your skin letting him stuck his tongue into your mouth.

catching your breaths after awhile, staring at him and taking the mask off reminding him why you‘re in this situation, him standing up letting him sit you up and throwing you over his shoulder,

„hey!“

„i‘m not gonna let this night go by until i got my revenge“ him patting your bum while walking into the bathroom to continue where you left off but now it was your turn to "suffer".

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[bruisedboys]

Cutting/doing Eddie's hair and he keeps trying to distract you but it's the first time anyone's really done it and just being overwhelmed but love and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

such a cute request!! hope this is okay my love 🤍

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“Are you sure about this?”

You’re tentative and nervous where you stand over Eddie, scissors in hand. Your boyfriend twists in his chair, meeting you with a look on his face not far from what a fed-up mother would give her toddler.

“Y/N,” he says deadpan. “I’m sure. Would you just do it already?”

“But …” You trail off mid-protest. You’ve had this argument many times. Eddie really wants you to cut his hair, you think you won’t do a good job, Eddie doesn’t care because he thinks his hair is already totally fucked, you disagree because you think his hair is perfect.

He’s got lovely hair. Gorgeous dark curls that you love pulling on and running your fingers through. You just don’t want to ruin it.

“Love,” Eddie says gently, more gentle than he’s been previously about this whole kerfuffle. “It’s only a trim. I only need like, this much off.” He holds up a hand, showing you his thumb and pointer finger separated by about half an inch. “You’ll do just fine.”

You sigh as Eddie turns back in his chair, facing the mirror you’ve set up. You run your hand through his locks, pushing your fingers through his gorgeous, gorgeous curls. You can’t help but think this is the last time you’ll see them like this, before you ruin them.

“I just don’t wanna ruin your hair,” you admit. “What if I accidentally cut off too much, Eds? What if it looks awful and it’s all my fault?”

Eddie catches your eyes in the mirror, a look on his face that you know all too well. “Darling. You could shave my whole head of hair off and I’d still be a fucking knockout.”

You groan loudly. He’s awful. And maybe what he said is a tiny bit true but there’s no way you’re going to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re full of shit,” you tell him, grimacing.

Eddie gives you a lopsided, too cheerful grin in the mirror. “Thanks sweetheart. Now get choppin’.”

You sigh and do as he says. He’s got a face that’s hard to say no to. It really doesn’t go half as bad as you thought it would. It’s actually quite easy. You chop off about half an inch with ease and you’re making a few clean-up cuts when you feel Eddie staring at you in the mirror. You look up, scissors in midair.

Sure enough, he’s gazing at you like you invented the sun. You meet his eyes in your reflection and wrinkle your nose.

“What?”

“What d’you mean what?”

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Eddie twists in his chair very abruptly, startling you so much you almost make a lethal chop.

“Eddie!” You scold. “I could’ve chopped half your hair off!”

He ignores you. He‘s got this look on his face, something close the lovesickness written across his features. Suddenly you’re feeling very dizzy.

“No one’s ever cut my hair before,” he says. “Not that I can remember, anyway. I’ve always done it myself.”

He’s talking so earnestly, with so much love, that you flush from head to foot.

“Well, no wonder it’s so bad,” you joke weakly, a sad attempt at hiding your fondness for him.

Neither of you laugh. Eddie rolls his eyes, a grin on his pretty features that makes you want to kiss him silly. His gaze falls back on you.

“Thank you,” he says, dripping in fondness, so sweet you’re sure you’re tummy aches with it.

You drop the act, allow yourself to smile, to touch his face, to look at him with the huge amount of fondness you’re feeling for him in your chest. It seeps from your heart through your ribs and to the tips of your toes and fingers.

“S’okay, Eds,” you say, your hand on his jaw, fingers pushing into his hairline. “Any time, baby.”

His grin is blinding.

[ghost-bxrd]

Thoughts on transfemme Jason? I personally love it bc he's so girl coded.... What got me into it was BitterHibiscus's stories, specifically Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours. It's so good. I like to think her name would be Faye since she was originally named after her grandfather Jason so she could be named Faye instead like her grandma. What Brothers Do by Rainbow_foxes is a good one too, it has protective bat bros 🥺

I don’t remember reading any fics like that (yet) but I can totally see how he’s girl coded! He‘s soft in ways the others aren‘t but still so irrevocably badass. It‘s a whole vibe honestly. ✨

Also depending on whether she came out before or after her death, the family would have a much harder time deducing that, yes, that‘s actually their dead baby sister/daughter come back from the dead. 🥺

(Also pls I want Talia to pick out the most badass but also gorgeous outfits for her. And teach her out to fight in heels and collapse a windpipe with stiletto. Talia is gonna have SO many cool styling tips. 😩)

[cyberrat]

Hank having a massive praise kink but also is so self destructive and depressed that the first time Connor calls him gorgeous while fingering him open, they have to flat out stop because he‘s actually starting to fucking bawl and can‘t stop it for ages.

He feels so out of touch with his own body after that it takes weeks until he can let Connor touch him again for more than a friendly pat on the shoulder

[trentlvrr]

Prom? - Jude Bellingham

Info: fluff, mild cursing, there might be some spelling mistakes in there 😬, fem reader and If you see ‘football’ just know it’s American soccer (I’m American but I didn’t feel like putting soccer anyways enjoy the story!!!)

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“I’m so tired” I groan. “You’re always tired y/n” my best friend Kaliyah says as she smirks. “Im not!” I exclaim. “You are!”. I roll my eyes and scoff. I begin taking my books out of my locker when Kaliyah taps my shoulder. “Bellingham to our left”. I look around us and there he was. The guy I’ve literally been in love with since 6th grade, it’s senior year. “So?” I asked. “What do you mean so? That’s your man right there y/n” she says as she lightly hits my shoulder. “Ow and he’s not my man!” I say. She rolls her eyes, “whatever”. I look at Jude while he passes us. He flashes that gorgeous smile at me and I almost collapse in the middle of the hallway. “You should ask him to prom” Kaliyah says. “Jude? No way!” I exclaim.

Jude was perfect, he was literally everyone’s dream man. He’s the captain of the boys football team, he‘s literally the smartest person in my class and he’s so so fine. I’ve loved him since we were in middle school but I don’t know if he feels the same way. Jude was that guy and I was just an ordinary girl. I mean I’m pretty and smart but I’m not on Jude’s level. Me and Jude were close from 6th to 10th but we grew distant junior year. I still think about him everyday, I wonder if he thinks about me. “Y/n..Y/N!”. I’m pulled back to reality from Kaliyah’s yelling and almost snapping my neck as I look at her. “What?” I asked, still startled. “We gotta go, we’re gonna be late to English” she says. I check my phone. “Oh shit!” I exclaim. We both rush to English, trying to make it through the door before the bell rings.

We make it right after the bell rings. “Kaliyah Reynolds, y/n l/n, you guys are late” ms. Nolan says as she puts in attendance. “By like one minute” Kaliyah whined. “Still late.” Ms. Nolan responds. “That’s why your husband divorced you” Kaliyah murmured. “What was that ms. Reynolds?” “Oh nothing”. I chuckle quietly. As me and Kaliyah went to sit down, ms. Nolan starts to announce something. “Okay class today we will be started a new group project”. The class cheers. “But I have already chosen your partners”. The class groans. She starts listing the pairs one by one. Everyone starts moving around to sit with their partner. She then gets to me. “Y/n, Jude, pair up” she says. I start grabbing my things till I see Jude start walking towards me. “Hey y/n” he says as he sits down in the desk In front of me. “Uhh hey Jude” I say nervously. He smiles. i knew this class was gonna be a long one.

after like two hours, class finally ended. i was heading out the door when i felt a hand on my shoulder. i turn back to see jude. "hey since were partners, we should get eachothers number" he suggested. "uh yea sure" i said as i whipped my phone out and quickly went to my phone app. jude chuckled at my actions. "cute" he says under his breath. "what?" i asked knowing i heard him clearly. "oh nothing" he says as he grabs my phone and puts his number into my contacts through the keypad. i smiled to myself. "anyways ill talk to you later y/n" he said as he handed me my phone back and left. i stood there frozen like i was a damn statue. "uh what was that?". i jumped. "kaliyah stop sneaking up on on me like that.” she just laughed and grabbed my arm so we could head to our next class and actually be on time.

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i layed on my bed, holding my phone up and looking at it. 'i should text jude' i thought to myself. i rolled over and decided to text him. as i went to find his contact, i noticed he put a red heart beside his name. i smiled.

me: hey jude! this is y/n!

i bit my lip nervously as i waited for a response

jude ❤️: hey y/n, how you doing? :))

heat rose to my face and i quickly covered it with my pillow while screaming into it. 'let me calm down' i said in my head.

Judes pov

unknown number: hey jude! this is y/n!

"hmm?" i hummed. "what is it?" my friend haaland asked. "nothing." i replied.

me: hey y/n, how you doing? :))

*seen*

my face scrunched in confusion. 'maybe she had to go do something' i thought to myself. "you good bro? youre real quiet" haaland asked. "yea im good" i reply laughing it off.

y/n 💕: im doing good, sorry for leaving you on seen lol!

me: youre good haha

"yo, imma call you later dude, i got something to do" i said to haaland as i stupidly smiled at my phone. "yea alright bro" he said rolling his eyes. "goodnight" i said. "night." he replied.

Your pov

me and jude texted all night. i was smiling so hard the entire time.

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"whyre you so smiley" kaliyah asks. "no reason" i reply as i get my books out of my locker. "bellinghams coming" she saysd. i look away from my locker and we make eye contact. "hey y/n" he says smiling. "hey" i reply giggling. he smiles then walks away. "um what was that?" kaliyah asks. "nothing" i reply trying to hide my smile. "girl there is obviously something going on, now spill. "okay so..". i told kaliyah everything as we headed to english.

"omg" she exclaims. i laugh. "now shh and dont tell anyone" i told her. she put her hand on her chest. "now yk i would never". we both laughed. "reynolds and l/n, both finally on time to class i see" ms. nolan says. we both roll our eyes and seperate ways. i go and sit in the open seat next to jude. "hey" i say while smiling shyly. "hey" he replys smirking.

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a few days have past and me and jude have become closer than ever.

"so this is my home" jude says nervously as he opens his front door for me. as i walk in a younger boy who looks similar to him greets me. "hey im jobe, judes brother" he says as he holds his hand out for me to shake it. "im y/n" i reply smiling and shaking his hand. he smiles wide. "youre really pretty. if you and jude dont work out yk-" "thats enough." jude says interrupting him. i laugh. "thanks jobe". he smiles at me then sticks his tongue out at jude. jude sighs. "lets go upstairs to my room" he says as he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.

we get to his room and settle on the floor infront of his bed. we then start back up on our project. "okay so did Abraham Lincoln have any kids?" jude asks. "boy idk" i laugh as i glue down pictures on the poster board. he chuckles. after that we were just working silently, it was a good silent though. that silence was soon interrupted though. "so uh y/n, prom is coming up" jude starts. i nod, still working on the poster board. "you going with anyone?" he asks. "no why?" i say looking up at him. he then gets up and turns on his speaker. best part by h.e.r ft daniel ceaser started playing. my eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he started singing. jobe bursted into the room and started singing and dancing with him. he had the most horrific outfit on, flamingo glass, red top hat, fake mustashe and long shoes on. i started laughing as i clapped my hands to the songs beat. jude then whipped out some random glasses and started singing louder. i almost cried from laughing so hard. "if life is a moviee then youre the best part" jude sang as he got down on his knees in front of me. i tried to hold back my laughter. "will you go to prom with me y/n l/n?" he asks as jobe holds up a poster saying 'prom?' in the background. "yes! yes!" i exclaimed as a leap forward to hug him. we all laugh.

"why did you choose that song though?" i asked jude once we calmed down. "well you told me it was your favorite song, sophmore year." he replied. "i did?"

“What’s your favorite song?” Jude asked as we headed to math. “Uhm I have so many but maybe ‘best part by h.e.r” I replied.

“Ohh i did” i said smiling at the memory. My smile then turned to a frown.“Why did you stop talking to me after sophomore year?” I asked. “Oh um” Jude started nervously as he looked at jobe to somehow back him up. “Nope.” Jobe said as he rushed out the room, leaving you two alone. I looked at him, desperate for an answer. He sighed. “I stopped talking to you because I started falling too hard for you.” He said. The tension in the room started to thicken. I didnt say a thing. He looked at me once he realized I wasn’t saying anything. “Y/n, say something.” He pleaded. Instead of saying something, I grabbed him by his face and kissed him. The kiss was rough but filled with love. We kept kissing as we got up off the floor. We then separated. “I love you y/n” “i love you too Jude.” We both giggled as he picked me up bridal style and threw me on his bed. He then got on top of me and started planting little kisses all over my face. “Jude stop” I exclaimed as I laughed. “But I wanna show you how much I love you” he said. We stared at eachother for a second then bursted out in laughter. After that we finished our project.

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The next week was prom week, this is how it went

Monday:

Me and Jude presented and turned in our project. We got an A!

Tuesday:

Kaliyah tells me she’s going to prom with Jude’s friend aka haaland.

Wednesday:

Me and Jude go shopping with Kaliyah and haaland for prom.

Thursday:

Me and Kaliyah’s hair appointment.

Friday:

Double date with me, Jude, Kaliyah and haaland. Jude asked me to officially become his girlfriend.

Saturday morning:

Me and Kaliyah met up at my house to get ready

Saturday afternoon (present):

“I’m nervous” I say to Kaliyah as we enter the car to drive to Jude’s house to meet up with Jude and haaland. “What are you nervous for? We look good asf!” She exclaims. I laugh.

Your outfit:

Kaliyah’s outfit:

After 10 minutes of driving, we make it to Jude’s house. I go to knock at the door and once Jude opens it, his jaw drops. “Omg” he says, stunned. I smile nervously. His mom pops up from behind him. “You must be y/n, you are so gorgeous” she exclaimed. I laugh and thank her as she pushed me and Jude into eachother to take millions of photos. After a while, Haaland makes his way out the house and goes straight to Kaliyah. They kiss. “Awww” me and Jude say in Union. They roll their eyes. Jude then looks down at me. “You look gorgeous my love” he says while flashing that gorgeous smile. “You look great too babe” I reply. He laughed then gives me a quick peck on the lips. He then holds out his hand. “Shall we go my lady?” He says. “We shall” I reply while giggling and holding onto his hand

Jude’s outfit:

Haalands outfit:

Once we got the the party, it was great. Everyone was having fun and taking pictures. It was awesome. “Time to announce our prom king and prom queen” the principal says. We all wait impatiently. “Jude Bellingham and y/n l/n, get up here!” The principal exclaims. Me and Jude look at eachother in shock and laugh as we run up to the stage. Me and Jude then slow danced to glue song by beadoobee as everyone cheers for us and danced along.

After that me and Jude escaped from the party, heading outside. We stared at the full moon, taking in it’s beauty. Jude then pulled me by my waist, turning me to face him. “My queen” he says smirking. “My king” I say as I play with his shirt collar. He then pulls me into the most romantic, princess movie style kiss. It was magnificent.

#bestpromever

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THATS IT GUYS

TYSM FOR READING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! :D

Songs that were mentioned:

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Going through the new trailer/2

follow up to this post

Cinder, CEO of „punch a child™️“

Glaciershippers are getting fed

the kids look confused, Riyu is just happy to be here

Now that is a teacher‘s seekout. it also looks like it is located in the mountains, looking at the sides there

on the one hand, Egalt looks very pretty. On the other hand, he looks bald without his hat

Beyblade let it rip

Why does Sora look so annoyed here?

These kids went way too long without trauma by ninjago standard. Time for some existential dread and fears

Is she running with or after the wolf warriors

Obstacles in the smoke are closer than they appear

hey look, Arin‘s doing involuntary sideways spinjitzu aka. being punted into the ground

Kai‘s hook looks pretty neat as well

So Sora is now officially the Ninja‘s gadget builder in residence. I mean it makes sense

Spider man, Spider man …

that is the baldest dragon i have ever seen

EUPHRASIA!!!

that wolf warrior better run

best looking mech of the season in my opinion

Wyldfyre definitely broke something in that battle

Why are they running up a hanging Chain? and why is Bonzel with them?

Now That is a cool dragon

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“ . . . Darlin’,” You let off a silent blow, pausing dead in your tracks once you spotted Toji— your ex-husband of three years. The ballroom was loud, blaring with booming music, you recognized a lot of Toji‘s friends and co-workers scattered everywhere, socializing with one another in their costumes for the event. Toji stood tall, intimidatingly with both hands buried into his pockets. He wore a black tuxedo— a matching grey tie along with long jet-black slacks and similar shoes to go along with the outfit. He looked suave. Your guess was that he was James Bond from the infamous 007 action movie. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared up at him, clenching onto your martini glass as he spoke. “I was staring to think you wasn‘t gonna show. But you always do. Like a good girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at Toji before staring up at him, and he‘s still showcasing that same arrogant smug expression on his face. “….I only came to say congratulations for starting your new business, Toji,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “That‘s all.”

“Hmm,” Toji hums, glancing around the ballroom before placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes practically undressing you. “Oh. I get it. Heh. You showed up with a little date, right? What a shame. I‘d love to meet the lucky guy. Let him know who he’s dealing with,” and then Toji smugly snickers. “Warn him much of a brat you are.”

“You never changed,” you spoke in a vexed tone, ignoring his remark. Toji‘s eyebrows slightly raised as he listens to you speak, the way he gave you his uninvited attention never failed to make you somewhat remotely nervous. “What do you want Toji?” and his green eyes stares into yours, his gaze a bit more stoic he was always very hard to read. “Just spit it out already.”

Toji takes your martini glass that was halfway filled with some sweet tangy liquor drink, and he drank it up— you glared at him, and he chuckles lowly before swiping a tongue against his lips, staring back down at you. “Well, since you asked sweetheart, I . . . just wanna talk. A good mature talk with my pretty little wife,” and Toji walks a bit closer towards you, you stand still as he brings a hand towards your face, using the soft pad of his thumb to wipe some of the excess drink from the very side of your lip. “Alone.”

“If you‘re gonna start dating again, at least pick someone that looks better than me, baby.” Toji chuckles as you sat on his bed. The bed that used to be yours and his— you just decided to be reasonable and hear Toji out, and by the sounds of it he sounds very jealous. You weren‘t dating anyone actually, you brought a friend but, still. You glared at him and he hums to himself before bringing his glass up to his lips— taking another long sip before speaking again in a gruff gravely voice. “Heh. I bet he can‘t make you wet like I can.”

You blink twice, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared up at Toji and you wanted to wipe that smirk right clean from his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me little girl,” Toji replies, walking towards you. He makes you stand up and you suddenly grow weak in the knees — Toji looks down at you, and he makes you stare at him, lightly bringing a hand on your chin to face him since you‘ve always sucked at eye contact. The familiar scent of his cologne— it was always so intoxicating, making you dizzy from how good it smelt— making him even more attractive than he already was. “Giving me attitude and back talk,” he scoffs, “When was the last time you’ve got fucked right, baby? And I mean properly.”

Immediately, you felt your face get hot. Was he serious? Then again— it never surprised you, you lived, married, and had children with this smug, conceited arrogant epitome of a man. But you loved him, maybe a part of you still did.

Your eyebrows formed to another furrow the more he stared at you with those haughty green eyes of his. “…I don’t have to tell you anything, Toji. I saw you talking with that woman downstairs by the piano. I’m sure she’s dying for you to fuck her.”

Toji swiftly rolls his eyes at your answer. “Why fuck her when I can fuck my pretty girl right now instead?” And he brings a hand up to your lavish expensive necklace that shimmered against the reflecting light of the chandelier that was directly shoved the two of you. Whilst doing so— you spotted Toji still wearing his wedding ring. Even after three years. You stared at him, feeling the room suddenly get hot all of a sudden. There was no noise being created except for the blaring hearing of your own heartbeat pulsing out of your chest practically, and the sounds of the near deafening classical music blasting downstairs with the guests socializing and having a good time together.

“….Don‘t call me that.” You muttered. Hearing him address you as his wife did something to you.

“Or what?” He raises his eyebrows out of pure amusement. “I can call you anything I want and you’ll still get wet from it like a nasty girl. It’s pretty damn funny,” and you gulp quietly, watching Toji lean up close directly against your ear. “You used to love hearing me call you princess and baby,” he slyly speaks, and you feel him plant a kiss near the left side of your neck, “Orrrrr if we were nasty, my little whore or bitch. You really liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?”

“…………”

“Awww,” Toji purrs seductively, real low before staring back up at you, his black hair was slightly messy— even more so after he ran a hand through it. “You miss me. You miss your loving baby daddy. So cute I—”

“Shut up, Toji.” You glared, tugging down on your dark black dress that hugged your figures and curves perfectly.

“Oh yeah?” He cackles, and buried his hands in his long black slack pockets once more. Toji was just so smug, his tone was full of it completely before that same annoying smirk pressed against his pink lips. “Make me.”

And you definitely made him shut up alright— with his face in between your thighs, eating you out like an absolute starved man.

“….Tojiiiii….” you gasped, laid back against the bed, head pressed against the fat satin black colored pillow. If Toji was good at anything, it was eating a girl out— he could work his tongue for hours, no matter if tears streamed down your face or you try to pry him off while you’re still extremely overly sensitive. “F-Fuck,” you whined, and his tongue laid flat against your folds, he was nose deep— the very tip of cartilage swiping against your cunt like a credit card. His green eyes occasionally flicked up at you— and he gripped onto your thighs firmly. Toji didn‘t even have the decency to take off your dress yet, he just casually rolled it up and got straight to eating his favorite meal.

Your eyes nearly started to roll into the very very depths of your skull, his tongue eliciting all sorts of whiney moans from the back of your throat. You couldn‘t lie to yourself— you missed Toji, or maybe that was your pussy talking for you. His tongue, you missed a lot, and especially with how sloppy he was. Toji was always a messy eater, spitting all over your sopping folds— watching some of his own spit trickle down between your slit only to lick it up again— lapping with his tongue before sliding a finger inside of your cunt . . easily sucking it in. His chin was sheeny, covered with your slick, yet Toji could care less.

“Dammit…. T-Toji… we need to go downstairs,” you moaned, a hand reaching into his messy hair, pulling him briefly to look up at you. “You’re gonna have your toast w-with the other guests soon…”

His was so pussy drunk within a few minutes, he looks up at you with a mere glare— jade colored eyes narrowing while he slides his tongue between your pearly nub to watch your thighs shake beneath his grip. “The party can wait sweetheart,” he mumbles, bringing a single kiss to your cunt before grazing a thumb down your slit before spanking it— making you let off a surprised moan. “This pretty wet pussy can’t.”

Your mouth slightly goes agape— a tiny whimper leaving your dampened lips, legs continuing to shake and shake as if it was a violent rumbling roar of an incoming earthquake. “Gonna.. cum againnn Toji…..” you babble, and he chuckles once your right leg starts to shake again. He teases you a lot by occasionally stopping and pausing the amazing stimulation — coating your inner thighs with dampened kisses, licking anywhere and everywhere but your poor now neglected pussy and you whimper. “Toji,” you whined, eyebrows starting to furrow and curl together. You chased your own breath like a cat chases a mouse, going on such a crazed high. “Fuck- fuckkkk— Toji…..”

“Heheh,” Toji lowly chuckles— and he‘s disregarding your moans completely. He takes a few moments to depart, creating bite marks near your thighs, tongue softly grazing against the crevices of your legs before diving right back in again. “Funny how your little bratty attitude always disappears whenever I’m eating you out,” and the most sensational rippling orgasm rips out of you— your legs shaking between his firm rough hands that gripped your thighs. Your eyes roll back as you laid slumped on the bed— exhausted while Toji slurps you clean, lapping your savory honeyed slick like a dog. “You don‘t know how much I’ve missed my favorite pussy.”

You whimper— feeling Toji start to eat you out again after your overly dramatic climax, eyes widening as you tugged on his long black strands, a cute attempt to pry him off. “Toji o-okay okay… just fuck me already..”

“Oh? Made up your mind, darlin’?” Toji mutters, sitting up and pushing your body closer towards him. He looked down at you and his stare was so incredibly captivating— pink glistening lips still sheeny with your slick on him, he made a quick swipe, licking his lips clean, tongue simultaneously sliding against his scar and it had no reason being that sexy. Toji leans up close to you, using a thumb to playfully pull your bottom lip flat the more he stared into your eyes. “Just tell me you want me. Tell me you want me and I’ll make you forget all about that dumb date you came here with,” and his eyes lowers, leaning closer towards your face. “Let your husband show how much he‘s missed his pretty wife.”

You nearly let off a whine, feeling Toji bring a knee between your legs— still incredibly sensitive as you glanced up at him. You hated how much of an effect he had on you— even after three years of being divorced. The both of you were always faithful and committed to each other, no one cheated and there were hardly any arguments. But it’s just a way of life, perhaps the two of you got married at the wrong time, besides you’ve always expressed openly on your opinion on how you hated his deadly job of being an assassin. Warning him one day he’d end up in a body bag someday, you’d be a widow alone with your two children he gave you. Toji— like the prideful arrogant man he is, would always reassure you though, that nothing would ever happen to him.

You wanted to believe him. You did.

Little did you know how that would catch up to you in the long run.

But at this moment, you didn‘t care. You missed Toji, it’s been too long— you can’t even remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself. Work and the kids always kept you busy.

“I want you Toji. Please..” You mumbled.

“Aw. I know you do sweetheart,” he coos in a low tone, there‘s a certain rasp to it to make you flutter in not just your heart— but between your legs too. Toji lightly wraps a hand around your neck, and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. It was so abrupt, you didn‘t expect it as he caressed a thumb against the middle part of your neck. You moaned in his mouth, it was such a salacious scene of tasting yourself on your ex-husband‘s tongue along with the strong, sweet tang of whiskey on his tongue. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you felt his tongue rub against yours, it was sloppy— even so it only made you let off another whine, feeling Toji graze a hand up your thigh, the slit of your long pitch-black dress exposing your leg briefly as a hand starts to rub against your exposed clit— white laced panties lazily pushed aside by him. To be fair, Toji Fushiguro was never one to take your panties off, he‘s the type to eat a woman out with them still on— he’s always been the kind.

Once he breaks the kiss, you nearly gasp for air, almost feeling dizzy. “Prone bone.” is all he says. Two simple words for such a sultry position, one of his favorites to do on you, and it was as if your body immediately knew what to do.

“But— my dress….” You huffed.

“Nah. Leave it on. We‘ll be quick,” he mumbles, and you lay on your chest on the bed— feeling Toji softly slide his rough hands to pull up your dress, he felt himself grow hard the more he stared at your body, the pretty stockings you wore— hugging against your thighs before you hear him fiddle with his belt. “Been three damn years. Bet I‘ll have to stretch my pretty baby all for me.”

You let off a soft noise, feeling Toji raise your hips up just a bit towards him— it was like doggy, but more sensual, a more thorough way to get deep between your walls which was exactly his intention. “Hurry t-the fuck up Toji or the party‘s gonna be over and—”

“Don‘t rush me little girl,” Toji grumbles, giving your ass a spank and you whine. Right then, you let off a soft moan— feeling Toji rub his angry red reddened tip against your folds. “Mmm,” he kisses his teeth, and he starts to sink himself in, completely stretching you to the maximum point. A pretty whine rips out of your mouth, Toji kneels just a bit further, both of his hands pressed against the smoothness skin of your back before grunting. “Good girl. Don‘t arch that pretty back, just lie— flat down . . and take this dick. It’s missed you a lot. Heh.”

“Stretching me, Toji,” you whimpered, softly nibbling on your bottom lip— your mouth slightly opened, feeling his length hug tight against your walls. He lets off a grunt, a low one that‘s filled with such rasp it makes your desperate pudenda twitch and pulsate. “F-Fuck.. ’s big..”

Toji hums smugly to himself, and you let off a gasp, feeling him drag both of your arms, pinning them behind your back, holding both with one hand with ease before he presents a steady pace only to start meanly drilling into you. “Squeezin’ down on me so tight darlin’. . . ,” he grunts— and you let off another choked gasp, Toji taking you roughly from behind, both of your wrists restrained by him. A tiny smirk tugs on his lips even though Toji can‘t physically see you as he‘s jackhammering his hardened length between your slipper folds, he’d bet good money your mouth’s all open, eyes rolling back to very very end of your cranium. “Tell me something baby,” Toji sniggers, and each spot makes you moan for him louder and louder. “You let anyone else touch her?”

“Touch….? Touch who..?” You stammered cutely.

“Touch my pussy, whore,” he growls, spanking your ass and you swear underneath your breath. Toji‘s weight slightly hovers over you ass his hips continue to strike against you, it feels so good, you almost forgot how good of a fuck your husband was.

Ex-husband anyway.

Only he knew all the spots and angles, the areas to make you whine and scream— and he carried that fact with him proudly as if it was a trophy.

“No…” You moaned, your voice a bit shaky as he still gripped onto your wrists, biting your lip.

“Ya sure, baby?” He replies, and his tone is full of smugness, you always hated how condescending he was— so annoying, always having the last and final say in things, that annoying smirk forever and always plastered on him — oh, how you‘ve always dreamt of just wiping it off his face. “You don’t gotta lie to me, hon. It’s okay if you were a little horny while we were divorced, heh.”

You swallow whatever source of pride you had left, not even caring anymore— your body got shivers from feeling his fingertips start to ghost against the strap that hung over your shoulder from your dress. “Maybe a few… one n-night stands.”

“Awww,” he purrs, and you feel him repeatedly piston his hips against you from behind— going mad with his thrusts to where it has you babbling words of complete nothings. “Any of your little bitches fuck like me though? Bet they can‘t. This pretty pussy stays all wet just—” and he pauses, letting off a mean low grunt, “Just for me,” and his voice lowers an octave, it‘s an almost seductive whisper, it sends you shivers everywhere, the feeling of Toji‘s weight primarily being against you— casually taking you from being and snatching off such moans from your throat, it felt way too good— you even started to question why the two of you divorced in the first place. “Such a pretty girl.”

Bawling the black satin sheets into your hand, you whine, feeling him drag his left hand to hold towards the back of your neck as he kept up a pace— all you could hear was Toji‘s smug laughter, you nearly gagged, feeling him suddenly shove his fingers into your mouth and he didn‘t expect you to start sucking on them. “So nasty for me,” he grunts, the crown of his cock hitting against your g-spot to make you cry out his name it was so loud, it reverberates and rings all across the room, shutting out the music from downstairs completely. “You close baby?” He hums, hearing your whines get more louder— Toji removes his fingers from your mouth, watching your own spit depart and he smears it all on your face, smudging your lipstick in the process— total asshole. “Heh. So cute.”

“Gonna cummmm… Toji…” You moaned, eyes rolling way back. He was hitting every spot, the way his hips mercilessly rolled— rough but gentle at the same time to send you to complete perplexed convulsions got you so dizzy. “S’good…. have to cum p-please.”

“Dunno if you deserve it,” Toji grumbles, bringing your ask a spank and you whine— the scenario was so lewd that your tongue started to loll out, only Toji could get you like this, being such a dirty side out of you. “How ‘bout you beg for me a little, hm? Do that and I‘ll maybe consider it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered— the red tip of his shaft brushing constantly against your sweet spots, it had your toes curling and back nearly arching.

“Toji…..”

“Y/N…..” He mocks your whiney pathetic voice. Toji purposely butchers your tone, changing his low rough voice to how you spoke. It was embarrassing. Some dare say even humiliating. You wanted to smack him— you nearly gasped, feeling him grab a fistful of your hair from behind, a hand lightly held against your neck. “You heard what the fuck I said. Beg or you can make yourself cum, whore.”

You let off a tiny whine— feeling his pelvis smack, pat, and thwack against you as he jerked his hips from behind you, sending you to a complete trance. “Please Toji, lemme c-cum please,” you spoke in a quiet voice, you sounded so pathetic, white noise feeling your ears as you let your ex-husband pound you into the mattress. The mattress the two of you both shared way before, wasting many days away by just laying in bed together, doing nothing but talking. You‘d be lying if you say that you didn‘t miss Toji, you brought out the best in him. Even though that took a long time— he‘s never been one to settle down, he ran through women like it‘s nothing but that all stopped once he met you. As cliche as it sounds, it‘s true. Toji‘s still the annoying cold-hearted smug bastard he always was when you were with him three years ago, but in a way you got him to soften up, especially when the two of you created two beautiful kids of your own— not to mention how both of them were the exact spitting image of him. But again, perhaps the two of you just married at the wrong time.

“Go ahead,” he snaps you out of your thoughts, soft slender fingers caressing the back of your throat. “Cum all on me baby,” and he leans in, kissing the top of your forehead as he still claimed you from behind— his girth tremendously expanding inside of you, you almost forgot how stupidly big Toji was. He always knew how to stretch you out with pure and total ease. “That‘s it relax, pretty girl. Make a mess on your husband. I‘ll clean you right up, yeah?”

“F-Fuck Toji…” You cried out, and the way he talked you through your orgasm was so sexy, you felt his hips stutter and slow down just a bit for you, a hand still tightly wrapped around your neck. The coil within you snapped, gnawing down on your lip— you came and it felt so good, you can‘t remember the last time you climaxed, let alone that good. Toji gets all close and personal next to your ear as he‘s still buried deep between your gummy walls, warm breath brushing against your earlobe— you could smell the rich liquor on his tongue as your eyes rolled back, still making a mess from his fat cock bullying your folds completely. “Fucking h-hate you. All you know how to do right is f—fuck me good. Nothin’ else..”

“Heheheh, is that right?” Toji lowly chuckles, and he flips you over right after you came— watching you try to catch up with your breath. You landed on your back with a soft oof, and watched as Toji started to tear off your dress. “Listen little bitch,” he purrs, sounding so smug as he completely ripped it into shreds— you were way too sensitive from just climaxing that you didn‘t really care. Toji found it cute even in your state, you‘d still always find a way to act like a brat. “. . . Got some nerve saying shit like that,” and then he slyly smiles, realigning himself— his facial expressions contorts, obsidian colored eyebrows raising at your mouth starting to open, feeling him start to go inside again, “You want me to fuck you harder, that it? Beat this sloppy pussy up just for you?” And he gets closer to your face, within seconds he‘s balls deep and you moan lewdly, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he snickers, “I get it. You ant another baby, don‘t you sweetheart? How ‘bout I give you two more, make you extra filled so you can shut the fuck up. Be a pretty little mommy for me all over again. So gorgeous with your tummy all swollen.”

“Please—” You nodded pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji still had his tuxedo on, and regardless of the beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead, he looked so incredibly handsome. The rich black color really coordinated with his matching hair color and made his dark viridescent green eyes pop each second he second he looked at you. “Fill me up Toji. Make me a mommy again.”

He chuckles, pressing a hand against your tummy, feeling how deep he was truly reaching and it made you let off a tiny hiss— the back of your left ankle rubbing against his slim waist, the colliding against the sheer fabric of his suit. “Was kidding but I knew you‘d be into that shit. Nasty girl. But fine. I‘ll give my pretty baby as many kids as she wants.” Toji‘s voice is rough as he speaks before he leans in— bringing you into a deep carnally kiss. You moaned into his mouth again, holding onto him tight as you felt him pound into you— getting you so dizzy, nearly choking on your own pants. As his body pressed against you, you slightly opened your mouth, feeling his tongue drag against yours, and it was so sensual, occasionally he‘d bite down on your lip to tease you.

This kiss had so much emotion, you hadn‘t realized how much you missed Toji— funny enough, you only realize it while he‘s deep inside you, stirring your insides up like pancake batter. The kiss was primarily angry— it was long and purely relentless, honeyed, sweet, and incredibly sloppy, Toji missed you too, as stubborn as he was. No woman could ever compare to you in his eyes. As when you two were dating— and broke up after the fact, he‘d always still moan out your name with other women, embarrassing himself in the process, sometimes he‘d do it on purpose though. Because he‘s… Toji.

Though— Toji loves to finger other women with his wedding ring still on, imagining that woman‘s you, your pretty cunt tightening around his fingers, whining in his ear with that sweet needy voice of yours that he‘s always grew to know and love.

He kept kissing you until he left you gasping for air, it left your head spinning like a merry-go-round. “So cute,” he grunts— his hips stuttering once more as you took his hefty length, you squeezed around him so tight it makes him angrily suck his teeth. His tip of his dick massaged your inner walls as if it‘s profession was a masseuse— the way his mean antagonizing thrusts hits against you left you almost hypnotized, yearning, begging, and pleading for more in that whiney pathetic voice. “….Fucking dammit,” Toji spats, feeling his muscles tighten against you— he felt himself getting closer and closer. He cups your chin, staring dead at you, and you could never read his expression, that same stoic sly façade he always kept up like some sort of wall that could never be broken. “Gonna fill you all up, baby. Fuck a whole— heh . . daycare into you. That‘s what you want, ain‘t it?”

You nod, hands wrapped around him. “Y-Yes Toji please. Stuff me full please, n—need you to breed me s’bad,” you sniffle, and he feels the very heel of your foot trace against his back once more. It was cute. That sly haughty smirk reappears on Toji‘s pink lips— some of your lipstick smudged against his mouth before he bullied his dick further and further against, around, and all between your pretty gummy walls. “Wanna feel you so bad.”

“Baby, you will,” he smugly replies, bringing a kiss the the top of your forehead. The both of you were in missionary now— his pace was so reckless, so frenzied, so hungry. The moans you let out was so salaciously high-pitched and whiney, you could hardly even recognize yourself. Both bodies pressed against each other— you felt as if your temperature was through the roof, the crown head of his cock brushing against that infamous g-spot of yours, transmitting your vision to see pure white— it was dramatic, almost as if this scene was out of some hollywood movie. “F-Fuck,” he grunts, bringing a kiss towards the outline of your jaw. “Be a good girl and take it all for me. Saved all this s-shit for you for so long, darlin’.”

And within seconds, Toji‘s pelvis slightly tilts against yours, you felt your back arch just a bit and he‘s spewing out stringy velvety ropes of cum inside of you— and it‘s a lot, it almost makes your mouth start to water. Toji slows his unrelenting pace down as he‘s climaxing— he‘s deep inside your walls that‘s tightly holding him captivate. His breath gets shaky and heavy— both sides of his face starting to burn a bright red, growing flustered as he lets off a deep baritone-like grunt.

Then Toji pulls out for a brief moment, a hand pressed against your stomach while he swipes the tip of his sensitive frenulum part of his rubs against your cunt that‘s spilling with his thick bands of cum. “Tojiiiiii—” you whined, and he was teasing you, rubbing the head of his dick against the mess that was just being created, almost as if he couldn‘t take his eyes away. As if he was mesmerized by his own seed spilling out of your pretty swollen pussy. “M-More.”

He snickers scornfully, sliding a hand up your thigh, before pushing both legs towards your knees, his grip is strong and firm.

“Greedy ass woman,” he sucks his teeth, and his tone is contemptuous and playful— still very much arrogant. “Don‘t be mad at me if you end up with triplets.”

Toji brings you into another deep kiss, and you whimper once he shoves your knees towards your chest, he continued to piston his hips into you as his lips locked against yours— by now you forgot all about the plus one you brought with you, much less the fact the two of you were at a party to celebrate Toji‘s occupational success. But yet here he was, his own version of celebrating— by using your sweet loving cunt as a gift, he was grateful, even if he wouldn’t be caught alive saying that directly to you.

He looked so drunk— off of love, Toji‘s eyes were half-lidded as he kept switching through multiple positions with you, using your sweet pussy as if it was a bucket to store all tremendous thick ropes of his cum. He was touchy— he couldn‘t help it after ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your pretty long black dress that was practically ruined and torn now thanks to him, he couldn’t help but run the calloused tips of his fingers against your figure, watching you spasm and lose yourself completely on his cock.

“Gonna c—cum again Toji,” you sputtered, and you were riding him now, he‘s slumped back against his pillow, his eyes never leaving your perfect body. Toji slowly licks his lips as he watches you babble over and over from his cock disappearing over and over between your clenching folds, gripping onto your waist before pulling you towards him. He slid the top part of your dress down, sliding your bra aside, and starts to flick his tongue teasingly against your perky hardened nipple. He cups his lips around it, his dark green eyes staring, glaring at you as you kept riding him. “F-Fuck…” You whined, and Toji was so whipped for you, he didn‘t even have to say anything.

His tongue continued to swirl around your pretty swollen nipple, and you let off a whine, feeling him playfully nip and bite on it— hearing him let off a low chuckle. “Mmm. Taste so sweet,” he says in a raspy tone, departing his lips before cupping your right breast, squeezing it firmly. “Gonna cum again for me darlin’? Go ahead. Be nasty for me.” he purrs, shoving you directly into his chest, a rough hand starched to your waist, another clasped near the very back of your neck.

You whimper as your thighs ache and twitch— the way your hips jerked against him before you lost total composure, coming again, and at this point, you‘ve lost count of how many climaxes Toji‘s stole out of you. The fire in your abdomen burned greatly like a wildfire, tears poking your eyes and he gruffly chuckles at your dumb state. Once you rolled off of him, you laid beside him— panting while staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for ruining my dress, asshole.” You glared, still speaking in a breathy tone— lightly nudging him.

Toji slyly smiles, pulling you close towards him, wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll eat you out again as an apology, woman.”

It was like time stood still for a moment as the both of you tried to recollect breaths, then Toji made you face him, lying down on the bed to stare towards you, and his face looked like it softened. “I wasn‘t lying though. I miss my wife.”

“Really..?” You mumbled, deadpanning.

“Yeah,” he replies, sitting up— his hair was messy yet still attractive before he lets off a sigh. “I invited you here so we could try again, you know? I know there‘s been times I’ve been a lousy husband to you, not really there for you and the kids because of how much time I spend at work . . . ” and he speaks, you stare at him, taking in every word he says— he sounds serious, not as cocky and conceited as he usually does.

“Let’s start over. For us, for our children, Y/N. I’m not the same man I was when you last saw me, and I wanna change for you,” and he kissed the top of your forehead. “I know I can be an arrogant idiot but I wanna do better, I promise,” and he genuinely looks like he means ever word, his face was a lot more relaxed— not as stern. “You’ll always be the love of my life, sweetheart. Every single rebound or hookup that I’ve had for the past three years I just kept seeing your cute ass. Your pretty face, those soft loving eyes and that annoying glare you always give me when I’m right about something,” he chuckles before then having a change of attitude—he grumbles, avoiding eye contact for a little. “. . . Even though it pains me to say that out loud, I mean it. Let’s re-marry again. I’ll do everything in my power for us all to be a happy family again. You me and the kids. Nothing else matters. I love you and only you, baby.”

You take a moment to sink in his words, and it felt like dozens of knives struck in your heart— you’ve always felt the same way, you’ve just been waiting for Toji to finally say it back. And he did. The last time you heard Toji murmur those three words, eight letters, ‘I love you,’ was practically three years ago— and it stung hard like a deadly wasp, hearing him say it again.

“…Toji,” you sniffled, staring deep into his green eyes, hearing your heart pulse through your ears. “I lov—”

But before you could say, ‘I love you back,’ you abruptly woke up next to your two children beside you. You woke up confused, eyebrows furrowing. The literal same bed as your dream— you’re laid on the side where Toji usually sleeps, slept, and it was cold and empty, deserted.

Then it all came crashing back into you.

Your ex-husband was dead. Gone.

Long long gone. He died months ago while trying to assassinate a pricey bounty— some one by the name of Gojo Satoru who just so happens to work at Jujutsu High— who happens to even teach and train your children to be a strong and ruthless sorcerer. Just like their late daddy. A single tear rolled down your face, you felt angry, everything . . was a dream—? But he wanted to get back together, start over and re-marry. You were gonna give him another chance, and he was so happy about it. It’s like all the words he said to you in that dream kept replaying over and over and over again in your head like a broken record.

“What‘s wrong mom? Is it the hormones again?”

You blinked, staring up at your eldest son— a teenager that looked like the spitting image of Toji.

“Huh.. what?” You spoke, confused.

Your son trails his eyes towards your stomach, and you rub a hand against your bare tummy that happened to be…. round? You froze, the realization hitting you like a truck.

He got you pregnant again, as he promised. The two of you were keen on having a few more kids. Toji wanted more boys while you wanted more girls, formulating many different cute baby names to come up with together. The two of you planned to even re-marry after you had your unborn babies— it was oh so adorable.

But your husband‘s dead, and you were all alone.

[jeanmoreaux]

i got total amnesia from not reading THG in so long. and this is so random but did Peeta really call Katniss sweetheart in that scene? just saw that gorgeous fanart TO ACT LIKE CAREERS and i was wracking my brain

also i love love Josh Hutcherson but i think why Peeta's character did not click for me as a young teen reading this for the first time was seeing the films adapted and it warped my image cz they barely gave Josh stuff to worth with and....he's quite short. but in the books he's tall???

i feel like i'm coming awake after a 20-year hangover (i'm Haymitch)

i don’t think we actually get dialogue for the career-style training scenes in cf (just katniss‘s narration of peeta coaching them and roping gale into it and withholding affection from her etc), but he does occasionally call her sweetheart in other situations (sometimes jokingly like in thg). haymitch started the sweetheart thing tho. height wise i think peeta is average or maybe slightly taller but not tall Tall? broad shoulders too i think. also yeah omg they did not give josh much to work with. but tbh the other actors did not fare better. jo and i rewatched cf yesterday and. they really flatten the characters and dynamics for time reasons and sometimes for shipping reasons and it’s. Something. for sure. takes some of the nuance out of it and sometimes changes the social commentary (like gale being whipped for attacking a peacekeeper instead of hunting a turkey to feed his family -> not necessarily a bad change just different). not that the movies are bad, i enjoy them a lot and think the adaptations are more or less successful! but i‘ll always prefer the books simply because they are meatier. so much there. also. peeta not clicking. personally i cannot relate (read the books first and they immediately made me a peeta girlie) but i am always glad to see people come around on him. he is very precious to me. happy he‘s clicking for you now 🫶

[thic-cryptid]

Homebound 98

“Holy shit,” Jack cursed. Izzy could hear the sound of a bag dropping and keys being tossed aside. He didn’t dare look up, knew it wouldn’t be nearly as humiliating as he wanted it to be.

“Stede?” Edward sounded absolutely wrecked.

“Oh no, we’ve been caught!” Stede froze beneath Izzy. He snapped his hips, making Stede gasp. “Please, Ed, it’s not what it looks like!”

“What? Don’t tell me you just fell onto my Izzy,” Jack said, voice tainted with anger. “Iz, how could you?”

“Fuck off,” Izzy muttered. “You like it.”

“Well, yeah, I love seeing both of you enjoy my dick. Would prefer I was actually involved though,” Jack joked, stepping closer to the bed so he could trace the line of Izzy’s harness.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Ed asked.

“Izzy, baby, pull all the way out for me,” Jack purred into his ear, his big hands sliding Izzy’s hips all the way back. Stede whimpered as the dildo popped free.

“What the hell? How did you do that?” Ed chuckled.

“Company online. I’ll send you a link.” Jack promised. “Might have to make you one too. Looks like your boyfriend’s enjoying it.”

Izzy elbowed him gently, not enough to hurt but enough to make Jack back off so he could push the dick right back into Stede. “He’s enjoying it because it’s me, aren’t you, Stede?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered, letting go of his knees and allowing them to fall open so that Jack and Ed had a better view.

“That’s it, Stede,” he whispered, leaning forward to capture his lips. “Show them how good you can be for me.”

Stede whimpered again, his back arching as Izzy fucked into him.

“Fuck, Iz,” Edward said, and Izzy couldn’t not look up at him. He was looking at them the way Izzy had seen men look to God. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Sit your ass down. You too, Jack,” Izzy rasped, forcing himself to look back down at Stede. He was gorgeous like this, with his golden, blond hair fanned out on his pillow. One of his hands was resting over his bellybutton, twitching occasionally as if he wanted to touch himself but was also afraid that if he did something without express permission this whole scene would end.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” he whispered into Stede’s ear just loud enough for the others to hear. Stede shivered beneath him, lifting his hands above his head obediently.

Edward made a low noise in the back of his throat.

“What’s wrong, Ed?” He jeered, “Bonnet’s usually such a brat. Are you jealous he’s giving me such an easy time?”

“No,” he swallowed. “Stede doesn’t sub.”

“And Ed prefers bottoming,” Stede admitted.

Izzy almost laughed. This was ridiculous. Stede was the epitome of bratty bottom and Edward had been submitting to him this entire time? Stede, the man who’d practically drooled when Izzy showed him the replica of Jack’s penis?

“Well, Ed, you’ve been missing out, but don’t worry. I can give your boyfriend what he needs,” he said, a little too eager to demean Edward. He couldn’t help it. He knew how good it felt to be on that side of ridicule.

“Seems like Stede needs a real man,” Jack chuckled. “That could never be you, princess.”

The words went straight to Izzy’s dick. He glanced over at Edward, basking in how his cheeks had darkened just a friction.

“Shut up, Jack,” Ed spat, his eye glued to Izzy and Stede.

“Tell Ed how much you like it,” Izzy encouraged, grabbing Stede’s chin and forcing him to look at his boyfriend. “Tell him how good it feels.”

“I-It feels rea-ally good.” He stuttered between moans. “He-he‘s so big.”

“I know,” Edward said, licking his lips. Next to him, Jack was unzipping his pants. Edward didn’t even look away from Stede and Izzy.

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[wolferals]

airdrops and dog celebration

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff!

*HC would like to share a photo*

You stared at the screen that had just lit up.

A photo. Of a dog. With the caption „thats Kal.“

You had no idea where that had come from. Like in a cheap horror movie, you ran inside your apartment after sitting on the balcony for a fair amount of time and looked around your living room to possibly spot an intruder. What an idiot you truly were though.

Then you looked out the window, still not touching your screen, the cute Akita seemingly smiling at you. You looked straight at the building in front of you, trying to see if anyone was either outside or maybe had airdropped you that photo accidentally.

But you couldn’t see anyone, so you simply accepted the photo and wrote a little message on a piece of paper. „Was that meant for me?:“

You photographed the note and airdropped it back to „HC“.

Only a few seconds later, you received a photo back. Another photo of the cute yet huge dog.

„Yes.“

You didn’t really know how to comprehend so you went back outside and looked around. On the third floor you had a good view over the area and the people at the park across the street.

*Ding* another air drop request.

„Look down.“

You panicked internally but eventually leaned over the railing of your balcony and immediately laughed when met by big brown dog eyes.

„Hi baby“ you spoke in a high pitched voice.

„Kal“ barked happily and stared at you. „Did you send me an air drop? Are you Kal?“

He barked again, you only laughing and finding yourself in a really interesting yet adorable situation.

Then the dog ran back inside and you observed the balcony for a bit longer before sitting back down and grinning to yourself.

Suddenly, another air drop sent.

This time, not of Kal. The man on the picture looked older than you, but far more attractive than you‘d known how to comprehend.

You couldn’t help but stare at the muscular man on your screen, looking directly into the camera. Curly hair, a hint of dark chest hair, gorgeous eyes.

God he was hot. You recognized how much older than you he must’ve been but you couldn’t help it.

But instead of replying, you yet again leaned over the railing and yelled:“It’s not nice to catfish people you know.“

Then a chuckle. A deep, genuine laugh coming from inside.

„Come on dude.“ you laughed back and waited for someone to come out. You were 80% sure that he had just sent you a random photo of a hot guy off of google, but you never knew. You hadn‘t seen him in the building before and you‘d lived there for over a year now.

Suddenly you heard a door open and you were yet again met by the adorable Akita. He smiled up at you and barked again. „Hey Kal, you have a great name by the way. Who gave it to you?“

And then you saw him for the first time.

Tall, broad, facial hair. Now a mustache and slightly curly brown hair.

„Hi.“ his deep voice spoke once again.

You felt like a loser looking down at the god in front of you in only a black tank top and some old zip up hoodie over top. He was far too hot for you to handle.

„Hi.“ you choked up and forced yourself to smile.

„I‘m Henry. And you already met Kal.“

He pointed at the huge dog beside him who looked between you two excitedly.

„Y/n.“ you smiled and leaned your elbow against the cold metal.

„I‘m sorry for being creepy like that but I heard you on your balcony and tried to shoot my shot by sending this photo to three different phones, hoping you‘d reply.“

You were speechless. He actively tried to reach out.

„Well he‘s cute, you shouldn‘t only send the photo to three people.“

You wanted to slap yourself for that.

But Henry only laughed and eventually pointed to his living room.

„I‘m making pasta right now, it’s actually Kal‘s birthday. I know how strange that sounds, yes I celebrate my dog’s birthday, but uh would you like to join us?“

You smiled to yourself. „I‘d love to. Let me just get changed, i‘ll be down in a sec.“

[asirensrage]

Succumb - Steve Rogers x OC

Title: Succumb Fandom: MCU Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC Word count: 4210 Warnings: torture, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, isolation, swearing, illness, biological warfare, dubious-consent, coercion. Also available on Ao3

Summary: Steve Rogers is betrayed. He's not the only one.

Notes: shout out to @vixenofcourse who indulged me as I delved into this idea after I read Flowers in the Attic. All of my thanks to her for editing it for me. The sketch used in the banner above is gorgeous and for sale. Check it out here. Also, please let me know what you think. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this (and not just because I have ideas of what happens after...)

This is a darker fic. Heed the warnings.

Steve Rogers is betrayed.

He’s led down into this place he doesn’t recognize by Sitwell. He’s been back in the world for only a few months, barely long enough to start figuring out the way things work. He’s not entirely sure he likes the people he’s surrounded by but aside from their initial deception after he thawed, SHIELD has tried to help guide him…even though they keep assuming he can’t adapt. 

He hears a woman calling out for help and with a quick glance at Sitwell who doesn’t seem concerned, Steve picks up the pace. He’s locked in with her before he can stop it. Confused, he demands to be released only to be told to think of it as a vacation. One with a willing, warm body for his needs. The woman cries harder at that and all Steve can think about is how fucking stupid he is in this moment. He didn’t even suspect the trap or question the directive that no weapons were allowed past the stairs. 

He tries to break open the door, the walls, anything to be released. Nothing moves. Seems they’ve learned their lesson from his first awakening on their turf. Eventually, he slumps down and looks at the woman who’s been ‘given’ to him. She looks like she just got off work at an office. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. He means it too. 

“It’s not your fault,” she replies, wiping her face free of tears. “You didn’t put me here. Fucking SHIELD did.” 

Days pass. 

The room they have been forced into is small, especially for two people. Barely long enough to lie down with his feet planted against one wall and stretch his arms over his head to brush the opposite wall with his fingertips . There’s a bare foam pad for a mattress on the floor in the corner and a washroom with a toilet securely fastened down, same with the shower head over the drain in the floor.  There’s no shower curtain or partition for privacy, only a missing door. He’s seen better conditions during the war. 

Steve learns her name, Eurydice, and that she had just recently started working in the Human Resources department of the agency. An agent had asked for her assistance…before throwing her in here a couple days ago, she thinks. They didn’t tell her why. They didn’t speak to her at all until he came. 

Food is delivered only during the night and rationed throughout the day. He tries, over and over, to grab whoever is delivering it. He somehow never manages as it’s shoved through an opening in the door. He spends a couple of days trying to break it but when he attempts it, they’re not fed. He abandons this venture only once his vision is blurring and his hands begin to shake while the woman he’s with is curled in the corner, trying to quell the misery of her hunger. Food begins to arrive again after he stops.

Finally, they are told why they’re there. Why they won’t be released any time soon. 

“You are a rare specimen, captain,” an anonymous voice says. The speaker is buried in the wall. “We were not able to procure a sample of your semen while you were emerging from the ice, so we’ll do this the old-fashioned way. You’ll sleep with the girl, Captain and give us the child.” 

There have been few moments where Steve has actually been overcome with rage. This is one of them. But it is nothing compared to her. 

He‘s never heard some of her swears before, even from the men he’s spent time with in the forties. 

“It’s okay,” he says. “I promise. No matter what. I won’t touch you, okay? It won’t happen. I’ll get us out of this. Now we know what they want so we just don’t give it to them.  We’ve got this.”

He does not have this. 

Neither of them do. He realizes, likely too late, that he should have tried to actually build relationships with the people he’s met. How many of them are wondering where he is? Is anyone? Or has SHIELD spun a story addressing his disappearance? What about hers? 

There’s nothing to do but talk or draw on the walls with the pen and charcoal he had stashed in one of his pockets that would have held his sketchbook. She is a terrible artist but she fills the silence as he draws.

Eurydice (“Dizzy to my friends”) is 29 and named after the Greek myth. Her father was a classics professor, her mother an accountant. She‘s new to the city and only joined SHIELD because she needed a job, not out of some patriotic duty. She likes spicy food and tacos and green tea. She prefers comedies over action and she misses listening to her father’s voice reading to her. Her voice breaks at that. 

Steve tells her about his mother, about Bucky and even about Peggy. 

She scoffs at that last relationship, with one of the founders of SHIELD, and they fight. It ends with her retreating to the bathroom and Steve nearly breaking his own hand punching the wall. She’s wrong. He wants her to be wrong but part of him worries she’s not. 

Then the music starts. 

It blares from the speakers, causing Eurydice to curl up, covering her ears. Steve tries to find the speakers, to break them, but it’s so loud that he can’t hear where it’s coming from. It lasts for hours and when it finally stops, when they finally have silence after curling into each other trying to help cover their ears, the fight is long forgotten. 

It doesn’t stop there. 

They don’t get a change of clothes. The temperature seems to drop with no pattern. He offers his warmth, promising to be respectful and not touch her any more than necessary, but they go from trying to huddle together to her choosing to lean against him constantly. She shivers in the dark and it’s all Steve can do to try to keep either of them from freezing. It’s only when they’re curled up together, when her teeth stop chattering as her head rests against his chest, that the cold seems to ease. 

Despite everything, despite being used as an experiment and being seen as a paragon of virtue, Steve is human. He’s a man. In the weeks that pass, filled with mindless boredom and conversation about anything possible, he finds himself entranced. 

She’s quick-witted, funny and while she’s a bit of a pessimist, she’s trying. That means a lot to Steve. Especially when she tries to cheer him up. 

She’s also gorgeous in an old-fashioned way. She reminds him of the faded photographs his mother kept of family and friends gone or left behind. It’s subtle, and he thinks in this time maybe she’s overlooked. He can’t help but watch her and not because she’s the only other person here rarely more than arm’s length away. Eurydice is all soft curves and bright eyes and sharp tongue. He thinks if they had met some other way, he would have been tempted to ask her out. Considered leaving the memory of Peggy in the past to get to know her. 

He wants and wants and wants. But Steve made her a promise. He won’t touch her. He’s not even going to let her know how he yearns. 

“SHIELD can’t be good,” she tells him one day. “Not when they’re doing this.” 

She’s leaning against him, beyond exhausted. He’s always trying to hide her behind his bulk, away from the door. Away from anything that could hurt her. 

“I know,” he says. He’s been thinking of it since the day they locked them in. The Peggy he knew wouldn’t have accepted this but he’s wondered if he ever really knew her, how early the rot set in, how she and others could have missed it. A romance on and off a battlefield didn’t actually mean they knew every facet of each other. All the good and the bad and what might be seen as an acceptable compromise to secure something that looks like peace and security. After all, history is full of them. 

In the time he’s been here, he thinks he’s seen every side of Eurydice. He’s held her as she cried in despair or raged against their captivity. Slept with her pulled against him, trying to share his body heat. Shared every meal. He’s been subject to her anger even her pain when she menstruated. She’s seen every part of him in return. His anger, his sarcasm, the way he likes to pretend to be the version the public expects and the real him. She’s heard all of his hopes and dreams and frustrations. She knows how he hasn’t fully trusted anyone since Bucky. 

“I wish I could draw you,” he tells her when she’s falling asleep. “I wish—” He stops himself and looks at the walls around them. He’s covered them in landscapes and memories of New York. He’s drawn everything he could think of, anything to keep him from reaching out to her. Even when she’s the one who moves closer, who tries to comfort him. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Only have a pencil but I’m trying to give you the world. However I can.”

“Thank you, Steve,” she murmurs back. He feels her relax further into him and he closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of her breathing. 

So of course the music starts again. 

He feels her eyes on him almost constantly, though it’s long ago become a comforting weight. But lately, she looks away every time he tries to meet her gaze, to figure out what she’s thinking. It’s the only thing she really hides from him. He hates it. He wants her to tell him, to admit it. He wants to know that he’s not alone in feeling like this. 

So he relishes the moments she gives. The way she talks to him when she tries to sooth his anger, how she’s always the first to reach out to him, to tuck herself against his side. She’s the one who moves closer because he swore he wouldn’t and it takes everything in him not to pull her tighter against him and not let her go. 

The soap they share lingers on her skin and he breathes it in every chance he gets. It’s better on her but mainly because there’s some part of him that enjoys her having his scent, as though he can claim her in any way possible without actually crossing the boundary he placed between them. It makes him feel like this is all welcomed. That if he closes his eyes, he can pretend that they’re somewhere warm. That they chose to be together instead of forced. He thinks he’d choose her now over anyone. 

He doesn’t want to scare her. 

It’s been weeks. Months? He should know but when he’s not thinking about how they’re going to escape, he’s thinking about her. 

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. They haven’t been able to grab even a full hour anymore. Any time they get close to falling asleep, the music starts or the temperature drops and they’re forced back to alertness. It doesn’t matter if it’s only one of them or both, they’re not allowed to rest. He can’t help it though. 

He thinks about how she sometimes smiles and how it feels like it lights the whole place up. He thinks about what it would be like to touch her, to have her relax against him completely. He thinks about the way she sometimes holds her breath, the soft sounds she tries not to make when she's in the shower and he pretends he doesn’t hear. He wants to know if she thinks of him then, like he does her. 

 He thinks about how she’s starting to thin out, that the curves he first noticed are beginning to shrink. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like how she’s not moving as fast as she used to, that her quick-witted responses aren’t happening as much. Apathy is setting in. 

He thinks about what it would be like if they weren’t here, if they were in some apartment with the sun shining in through the windows and he tries to ignore the itch to draw her. 

He needs to get them out of here. If only so they can have a real chance. 

The sleep torture stops as suddenly as it started and Steve has no idea how long they sleep in the ringing quiet. 

Something is wrong. 

It starts with a cough. Dizzy tells him that it’s nothing, the air is dry and she’s prone to allergies. He believes her. Until it doesn’t fade. He asks their captors for another blanket, something to help her, but they don’t respond and the cough continues to linger. 

He hears it constantly. It does not ease and Dizzy starts running a fever. She won’t eat and while he should be grateful that they finally get to sleep, she’s sleeping longer and longer. As if it’s getting harder to be awake. 

Then it turns from a mild persistent cough into long barking hacks. He doesn’t need to see the blood speckled in her palm to know that it’s the same thief that took his Ma. 

Steve rages. 

She would have needed to be infected and since he has been her only companion, he knows who’s responsible. 

“God fucking damn it!” he screams at the ceiling. “Heal her!”

There is silence in return until finally the air crackles. “Comply,” the voice says around him. He shakes his head, but fear settles in his chest as Dizzy starts coughing again. 

Steve breaks. 

“Fine,” he swallows and prays she forgives him. He can’t lose her. “Heal her and I’ll do it.” 

Silence answers again. 

“Fuck!” He punches the door. It dents slightly but does not budge and Steve breaks at least one knuckle. 

He hears a noise as the slot where their food is delivered opens. He turns towards it, waiting for it to open. 

“Place your arm through the hole, Captain.” 

“What?”

“Present your arm for injection.” 

He clenches his jaw, trying to quell the desire to refuse. To reach out and break whoever is there but then Dizzy coughs again, her body wracking with it. He kneels at the door and shoves his arm through the hole. He turns to stare at Dizzy as he waits until he feels the needle. 

When he wakes up, she’s gone. 

It takes three days. 

They torture him in her absence, filling the silence with sounds of her coughing and wheezing. Sounds of her hacking up blood. He doesn’t sleep and he almost imagines he hears his mother, as though he’s back there in the hospital helplessly watching her die. 

Finally, the door slot opens again. 

“Present your arm for injection.”

“Tell me she’s okay.” 

“Your arm, Captain.”

“Is she okay?”

He almost hears a sigh. “If you want her to return, you will present your arm.” He does. 

This time when he wakes up, his head is in her lap. She’s humming softly as she strokes back his hair. It’s almost as though she’s bathed in light but they don’t have any windows. Maybe he’s hallucinating. 

“You’re okay,” he breathes. 

“Yeah,” she says softly. “They healed me.”

He sits up and cups her cheek softly, looking over her face, trying to memorize every feature. She looks better. She looks alive but he can see the impact that this last attempt to force their compliance has had on her.  

“I’m sorry,” he tells her softly. He's sorry that she's been drawn into this mess. Sorry that they've almost killed her over and over in attempts to get them to comply and he's sorry...that part of him isn't because god, he just wants to touch her and if this is the only way, he'll take it. 

She gives forgiveness in two words. “It’s okay.” 

They demand compliance immediately. He begs them for a reprieve. They are granted three days before they promise to replace her. 

Steve sits on the foam pad, his back pressed against the wall. He’s already confessed to her, told her what he promised in exchange for her life. 

Dizzy moves, throwing a leg over him before she settles, straddling his lap. His hands come up to her waist automatically. He’s so used to touching her now, even just casually. He didn’t realize how much he missed it until she went out of her way to reach for him. Even when it wasn’t completely out of survival. 

“I don’t want to die,” she breathes. “If we…they’re going to kill me either way. I have no value to them except for this. If we don’t, they’ll bring someone new but if…if I get pregnant they’re going to tear the kid out of me and I’ll die knowing I lost them to-” she cuts herself off, closing her eyes and trying to bury her face in his chest. He tries to hold her closer, as though he can protect her from these fears. They’d been here too long. 

“I won’t let them.” He forces himself to sound assured, even though they’ve been trying to find an escape since they’ve been locked in. He won’t let anything happen to her. Ever. “This might look like an unwinnable fight, but I’m not gonna give up.  I don’t know how.  So I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, and that’s not coming any time soon.” He pauses slightly before he tells her, “you’re mine. I’ll kill them if they touch you.” 

He says it like a promise but they both know promises can be broken. They were strangers when they met, when they were forced into this place and no matter what he’s tried, their captors have always been able to outmaneuver him. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” She shudders against him when he whispers it, his mouth by her ear. “What you feel like. What you taste like. I want to know every sound, every expression, every shiver.” 

His thumb is rubbing soft circles against the skin of her back. She shifts slightly, trying to get closer and he tries not to buck up against her. He’s relished the feel of her before but this is different. This is a chance to gain everything he’s been dreaming about. 

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice low. “What you like.” 

“I don’t know.”

“You do. You’re just too afraid to say it.” He moves so that his face is inches from hers. “If you want me to stop, tell me.” She doesn’t. His gaze darts to her lips before searching hers. All he sees is the same hunger he feels for her. He kisses her. Softly, at first, until she moves her mouth against his and his grip tightens. His kiss deepens and she arches against him. He pulls at the slip she’s wearing, desperate to get closer, to feel anything but the fear and anger and helplessness that has saturated them.

How long have they been fighting this? How long…how long have they been here? The kisses turn frantic as she rocks against him. 

It doesn’t matter. Not anymore. 

They make her take a pregnancy test. Every morning. The only blessing this offers is that it gives them a way to track the days.

Steve finds he can’t stop touching her. Now that he knows what she feels like, some of the sounds she makes though she tries desperately to be quiet because they’re watched, he can’t resist. They are commanded to fuck at least once a day, to fulfil their end of the bargain they were forced into. He does his best to hide her, to cover her as completely as he can so that he can grant her some small mercy. 

It is destroyed with the tests.

Negative test after negative test. Both of them try to hide their relief. They’ve given in, but they’ll do anything they can to keep a child from being born into this torment. Neither of them will give it up to whatever god forsaken plans their captors have. 

But their luck can’t hold out forever and eventually their fears are confirmed. One morning the test is positive.

“Stay here,” he tells her. He has spent weeks trying to work his way out and now? Now something is happening and the door…the door is ajar. 

“Absolutely not,” she says. “What if it closes again and then I’m just stuck here. Alone.” 

He swallows tightly. They’re both dehydrated, both hungry but he has to take this chance. He just needs her safe. And safe is with him, he reminds himself. He can’t trust anyone else with her. 

“Okay,” he nods. “But follow me and listen to exactly what I say, okay?”

“Sir, yes sir,” she says dryly. He shoves down the way it makes his cock twitch.

“Come on.” He grabs her hand and angles them so that she’s hidden behind him as they leave. She’s small enough now that he’s certain no one would see her. He could block any attacks. 

The hall is deserted. 

Eurydice stays quiet behind him and if it wasn’t for the fact that he can feel her hand in his, he’d almost think she wasn’t there. 

He remembers the way. It’s been etched into his head since that door slammed shut behind him. Since he first saw her, tears in her eyes as she looked at him with hope and then fear. 

They don’t come across anyone for several nerve wracking minutes. It’s odd and alarming enough that he pulls her closer. He doesn’t relax, even when he feels her other hand dig into the back of his shirt. He only prys her fingers off of him, ushering her to stand against the wall as he moves forward to the first guard they come across. It’s luck that keeps the man from turning around too soon. It’s Steve who swiftly disarms him and slams the man’s head into the wall, over and over until there’s a bloody smear when he finally lets the body fall. It does nothing to ebb his anger and he looks back for Dizzy. She’s already moving forward, reaching for him again. She doesn’t even spare the body a glance. 

 He takes their gun and radio, which he keeps, and strips them of the bulletproof vest which he quickly puts on Dizzy. Nothing is going to stop them from leaving this place. 

He hears her breath hitch as they pass a window. It had been months, possibly a year, since they even saw sunlight. Since they’ve seen anything except four walls and each other. 

“We’re almost there,” he says softly. “I got you.”

“I know,” she whispers back. It strengthens his resolve. 

He leads her up a flight of stairs before he forces her back against the wall, shielding her body with his. There’s noise at the door and he raises the gun, ready to shoot. 

The door opens and he catches sight of a familiar face before it pulls back faster than it appeared. The next thing he sees is an arrow directed at him. 

“Stand down!” 

“No.” 

“Cap?” The archer peers at him as he moves into view. “Holy shit.” Steve does not lower his weapon. SHIELD forced them into that room. Everyone he’s known has been SHIELD. Eurydice not included. She was betrayed as he was. She was the only one he could trust. 

“Cap, it’s me. Hawkeye.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve demands. 

“What–we’ve been looking for you. Have you…have you been here the whole time?” Clint lowers the bow, loosening his hold on the arrow. It would be so easy for Steve to shoot him. Even he wouldn’t be fast enough and Steve…he needs to get them out of here. “Holy shit,” he says again. “We were told you were on a mission but La–Nat thought something was wrong.” 

Steve forces himself to relax. He steps towards Clint who’s staring at him like he’s never seen him before. It’s likely the facial hair. They never gave them anything that might be turned into a weapon or used to hurt themselves. 

“We have to go,” he tells his former teammate. 

“Yeah, come on. I know a way. There’s a blind spot on the left side–” 

Clint falls. His distraction in pointing the way gives Steve the moment he needs to knock the man out. He’s not taking any chances. 

He gets them out. 

They don’t stay in the city. They don’t stay still. When they’re finally free, when they’re out of the city and alone, they stand outside in the sun. They breathe. And if Steve takes the chance to kiss her again, to press her against the car and fuck her, all that matters is the fact that she wants him just as bad. That she begs him for more. 

“They’re not going to let you go,” Eurydice says. She touches the lower part of her stomach. “They won’t let any of us go.”

“Then I’ll burn it down,” he promises. “They won’t get another chance.” 

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please for the love of everything holy, give us attack on titan dick headcanons like you did with jjk and haikyuu 🤲🏻🤲🏻

i've been waiting for this one and i love your fics sm,, you're literally one of my fav bloggers ily <33

havsjdd ONE OF MY FAVE SERIES YES,,, i can’t just do all characters so i did the ones i’m most familiar with (aka mains 🤧) if you want others lmk!!

as always, this is purely for fun!! i don’t intend to be crazy realistic :)

other works; haikyuu captains, setters, middle blockers, aces and jujutsu kaisen

ATTACK ON TITAN DICK ANALYSIS

levi ackerman

as much as this hurts, he’s probably barely average. i mean, to be fair, he was extremely malnourished as a child, but i’ll be generous and say he’s 5.2 inches. such a pretty cock :( like it has a dark golden/brown tan to it, with a pink tip. also idk why but something tells me levi has a birthmark on his dick. don’t ask, he just has like this cool, brown splotch right beneath the tip. anyways, it curves up and inwards, i’m so sure. the girth and length are proportional, and he’s relatively veiny!! cute, thick balls too. is being clean shaven a thing in that universe? if it is, consider it done obviously.

eren jaeger

he has a big dick idc. just so hung i cannot. eren dick print is immaculate i will cry. fat cock, 6.8 inches, veiny as fuck. like thick veins you feel them when he’s inside of you. the shaft is just the tiniest bit darker than his skin, and the tip is dark, angry red, especially he’s all hard and wet. doesn’t really curve, to be honest, maybe a little to the right. oh and he has fat balls. heavy balls. breeder balls. he cums and his balls are still so full — insanity. doesn’t shave at all though like it’s so unkempt <//3 likes to shove your face down when you suck him off as if to make a point <//3

armin arlert

omg his dick’s so pretty. like sososo pretty. pale shaft and the cutest pink tip. like it’s kind a pastel pink but then he’s hard and it gets even darker, like a dark pink. it flushes so gorgeous when he’s hard and dripping for you. he’s like 6.3 inches, and it curves at the tip a little. more veiny than you’d imagine actually!!! his balls and tip are extremely, over the top, sensitive suck on them and he’s gone. oof and if you suck and then blow cold air? he might pass out. obviously clean shaven! sometimes he forgets tho but same way he doesn’t care if you are, you don’t care if he is either. nothing screams thoughtful like armin after all.

jean kirstein

HES SO BIG HELP. idk the timeskip.... he screams bde..... horsecock jean..... 7.2 inches bye. literally mouthwatering pretty, just a tan, bronze-ish shaft, prominent veins, dark pink tip that gets all bright when it’s wet. longer than he is thick but he will rearrange your guts absolutely. stick straight, doesn’t curve, isn’t sensitive so he’ll straight up cockwarm you whenever wherever (cockwarm any of your holes which one is available rn shawty). he trims, and there’s the hottest happy trail from beneath his belly button down to his crotch. when he stretches and it shows fhdbdhcjf

connie springer

my boy has an average dick <3 just 5.6 inches, good girth, good length, no curve. actually it’s kinda fat.... kinda.... might be a stretch taking him.... it’s okay he lives between those thighs anyways. pale pink tip that doesn’t darken all that much when hard, golden shaft, prominent veins. he’s clean shaven because he’s scared you’ll leave him if he wasn’t </3 forgot once and had a freak out session the moment he undressed till he realized it wasn’t that big of a deal.

reiner braun

HOLT FUCK PLEASE. HIS DICK IS SO BIG STOP. he’s 7.7 INCHES NO TAKESIES BACKSIES. hole splinter. pussy/bussy destroyer. cervix kisser. tummy bulger. golden shaft and a dark pink tip. literally so veiny. so much girth you cannot. cannot imagine. just size kink with reiner pls. heavy balls that have so much to give, but baby’s so easily sensitive <3 kind of clean shaven? depends on his mood? the time he has? whether you’re 100% for/against it or 50-50, etc.

bertholdt hoover

why do i get the feel, the vibes if you will, that he has such a big dick. like it shocks people when they see it. he’s probably hella long like 7 inches long, listen i cannot explain it he just has a big dick. dark shaft and the deepest red for a tip. not that veiny, but curves nicely to the right. extremely sensitive balls oh my god. will cry if you overstimulate him <3

niccolo

sasha’s so lucky <//3 big dick i know it. 6.7 inches and it’s gorgeous, with a golden tan to the shaft that flushes out to a bright, pale pink tip. when he’s hard it gets a blush pink/red so pretty. kinda veiny, kinda not. like it’s alright! he has amazing orgasm control his dick‘s tip will be purpling but you have to cum a million times before he‘s okay with cumming. trims, so not 100% clean shaven.

porco galliard

such a fat dick. it’s like 5.1 inches but it’s so fat you will cry taking it. the stretch burns oh my god. also he has no concept of prep so please, teach him. mauve/pink-ish tip, just a light tan shaft. it’s kinda flushed all over tbh, darker at the tip, lighter the longer you go along his shaft. curves to the right a little! doesn’t believe in being clean shaven sorry <//3

kenny ackerman

sorry am i allowed to do him? dilf! or gilf? 🤔 idk i just know his dick is huge. massive. 7.5 inches. so big. the tip is such a dark red, the shaft is dark and tan. hella, hella veins. like so much. not clean shaven obviously. im not gonna say anything else i dont wanna taint my dignity even more.

[shuckinbeanz]

inumaki breeding hcs<3

warnings/notes: NSFW, fem!reader, impregnation, completely shameless smut, old picture removed because link is broken.

Underage characters are Aged Up!

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~Masterlist~

Shameless under the cut<3

- ok so you guys have your own food vocab for when you wanna hear his voice(like during seggs or msg recording, otherwise its txting and JSL)

-also you guys have been tied for a few years

-and when you tell him you’ve been pining for thinkin bout having his bbs you bet your ass the sides of his mouth will curl up cattishly and the corners of his eyes will crinkle smugly cutely like

orly? (ºωº) real smug like then

ฅ(Ф∀Ф)ฅ queue cute raepface

-he practically jumps you for details so he knows when you wanna start tryna conceive so he can be prepared to service his waifu

-lines up drinks, tissue, lube, extra bedsheets, aphrodisiac if u wanna spice seggs up *winkwonk* to breed you well

-he‘s a huge fucking simp 4 u

-put ur tiddies in a pushup bra and one of his few V-neck shirts he got because you say he looks hot in them then bend over givin him an eyeful the man goes fruitloopy

-this man may be fun size smol n cute but he’s a beast in the sheets

-he’s average length 6.5 inches but he’s got head babe and he’s thicc up his shaft and thins out a bit at the hilt, ramrod straight

-he’s got a very sensitive vein thats very visible all along the left underside of his cock LICK IT MAN WILL SHUDDER and damn well near bust a nut

[insert a gasp of the food/ingredient nickname you have him call you here]

-speaking of nuts THE BALLS ON THIS MAN they’re BIG and will fill your cheeks SO SUCK ON EM

-he's a fucking tease. almost as bad as gojo

-he’s a switch leaning sub (he loves edging you and teasing you until turn the tables on him)

-worship this man’s ears, face, throat, shoulders, and neck! PLEASE!!!1!

-he is a giggler in the start. soft, sweet, warm, breathless giggles as you worship him

-he’ll be bratty and get super handsy until you cover his neck and throat with hickies to stop his wandering fingers(he’s proud to show your handiwork off ◔◡◔)

-also he’s got stamina so he can handle 4 rounds-6 if spice has been used

-PLACE YOUR HAND ON HIS THROAT WHILE YOU RIDE HIM AND PRESS GENTLY TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIGHTHEADED PULEASE it turns him on! He likes the thrill of that threat and he trusts you with his voice! he’d actually prefer to be choked but you worry too much for him but ur still a simp so you meet him halfway

-remember you guys have a food vocab? Other than his canon yes-no-maybe answers he’s got food vocab to egg you on that translates to ‘faster’, ‘slower’, ‘shove your tongue down my throat kiss me’, ‘sit on my face’, and ‘MORE!~’

-and dont get me started on the vocab for positions hoo boi

-he is a VERY GORGEOUS whiner! breathless and just chefs kiss SO EDGE HIM LOTS

[lengthy needy whine of your nickname]

-then DON'T HESITATE to overstim he will love you even more!

[nickname again, moaning prettily]

-he’s a good boyo he’s gonna tell you when he’s close to cumming

“S-Seed…!”

-his third overstim orgasm will have him in tears because he is a sensitive mansex

-tell him in detail how you want his bb juice to fertilize your eggs while sloshing hotly in your womb he will do the lewdest mewls and squirm below you he's a sucker for detail

-tell him how many miniature Toges you want. demand he plug ur tight cunny and he will break

-expect him to take the reigns and pound dat pussy bc he CRAVES to be a Daddy to lil tots he lives for attention and he wants to have an army of iddy bitty trolls where he’s the leader

-he will damn well try to keep pounding you until he's shooting blanks; heavy breathing, whines, breathy gasps

-praise him!!

-tell him how good he is how beautiful he looks and sounds fucking you and you’ll have him whimpering a string of food/ingredients that comes to his foggy need to get you preggo horny mind

He’s here

You’re here

Please just hear his voice and know how much he needs you

Loves you

Wants you

pls have his bbs

-whisper in his ear he’ll be a Daddy soon if you want him gone

Won’t stop ‘til either one of you pass tf out xD

[selfcarecap]

if you’re taking requests I’d love a Peter story where the reader is feeling horrible because of bad stretch marks and he makes her feel better about them by making a big deal of how amazing they are 🥺

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of weight gain/loss, a lil bit suggestive like a few mentions of sex

-this is a repost of an old fic-

You feel Peter‘s hand trailing up the back of your thigh, slowly reaching your butt.

You‘re both on your bed, just hanging out. You were looking at memes together, cuddling, but it seems like Peter got bored of them, and now he‘s lying further down on the bed, just trying to be close to you.

His touch is innocent but it makes you nervous.

Now his fingers brush the side of your thigh- right there.

You turn your hips so you‘re lying on his hand, stopping him from touching you. “That’s too close,” you say.

“Too close to what?” He asks, confused, pulling his hand away from underneath you, lifting your shirt instead to lay his hand on your stomach.

You grab his hand, pushing it away.

Confusion flashes through his eyes once more, and he sits up, “What’s wrong?”

“Just... don’t go too close to my stretch marks,” you say, looking down at your phone to avoid his eyes.

He’s quiet and when you look up at him he’s got his eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Please don‘t touch my stretch marks,” you repeat, pulling your shirt down again, and making sure your cotton shorts are covering up your ass as good as possible.

“What, why? There‘s nothing wrong with them. I really like them actually,” he leans down to kiss your stretch marks but you pull away.

“I don‘t like them so could you please leave them alone,” you turn around with a huff, looking at your phone.

You see him take off his shirt from the corner of your eye, “Peter, I’m not in the mood. What are you doing?”

“I know, but look. Come here,” he says.

You turn around again. All you can see are his back muscles and you don’t know what he wants you to do.

“What now?” You ask.

He turns his head to the side, and now you’ve got his back and his jawline to look at.

“They should be here somewhere.” He says, his fingers reaching behind his back.

Soon you see what he’s trying to show you.

Right there on his lower back, Peter has stretch marks. Some more red, some faded, matching the colour of his skin.

“I didn’t know you had these,” you say as you trail them with your fingers.

“You don‘t see me from the back that often, I guess. But loads of guys have stretch marks too and no one cares, so I don‘t get why women are shamed for having them.”

He’s about to turn around again, but you bend down and lightly press a few kisses to them. They’re beautiful.

“Do you have stretch marks anywhere else?”

“I used to have them on my hips but they‘ve faded. Actually, for a while I had them everywhere, because after I was bitten I grew and gained muscle over night so obviously the skin stretched and it left stretch marks. But they’re gone now. I guess my back must have stretched the most, that’s why the stretch marks are still there,” he shrugs.

He turns around again, pulling his shirt back on.

“You heal faster than normal humans, right? Why have the stretch marks on your back not healed then?” You ask.

“The word ‘heal’ implies that they’re unhealthy or bad and need to be fixed. But there‘s nothing wrong with my stretch marks and there‘s nothing wrong with your stretch marks either.”

Now you feel stupid.

You never meant to say anything bad about his stretch marks. You like his. Why don’t you like them on yourself? You hope one day you will.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Peter continues, “And in fact I actually think they‘re quite sexy.”

You throw him a look, unimpressed, “Okay. Maybe I can believe that there‘s nothing wrong with them but you can‘t tell me they‘re sexy.”

“Who out of us two listens to that City Girls song?”

“What City Girls so-“

“Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger,” Peter sings without missing a beat, sassy and in the melody of the song too.

You giggle at how cute he is, and honestly, he has a point.

“You’re my little Tiger,” he says. This time you fully laugh out loud as he attempts a little roar and bites into your ass where your stretch marks are.

A second later he sits back up, “No but I really do love them. I love them a lot. I love seeing them when I take you from behind, can‘t believe I’ve never told you that.”

Your mouth falls open and your face gets hot. “You won’t ever be in that position again then.”

“That’s okay. As long as I still get to see the cute ones on your stomach.”

“Peter, stop,” you say, not fully meaning it, when he starts littering your stomach with kisses.

“What? Stretch marks are a normal part of your body. Isn‘t it so cool how our bodies just change while we change and go through life? I don‘t want you to feel bad about them. I wish you could see them how I see them so you could love them too.”

He lifts your shirt again, waiting for you to stop him. But you nod and he buries his face in your skin, kissing you a thousand times.

Although you love having Peter so close, your thoughts won’t shut up.

You know Peter is being serious. He’s not just saying it to be nice, he really does love your stretch marks just like he loves the rest of your body.

Thinking back to what he just showed you, you thought the stretch marks on his back were kind of cool.

So you wonder again, why can’t you think the same way about your own body?

Maybe it’s because the patriarchy and capitalism constantly create new ridiculous beauty standards that make women feel bad and insecure about their bodies so that they spend money on products that are supposed to fix things that shouldn’t even be an issue in the first place in order to feel worthy and feel better about themselves, further feeding into those standards—... or something like that, maybe.

“Okay maybe they‘re not that bad. But you will not call me or any parts of my body Tiger,” you say.

“Tigers are actually the most powerful and in my opinion most beautiful cat species living today,” Peter says casually.

You smile at him and get up, walking in front of your full length mirror.

Turning to the side, you lift your shorts a little, exposing the stretch marks on your thighs. Through the mirror you see Peter looking at you, licking his lips.

You lift your shorts up even more, looking at the stretch marks on your ass.

You don’t exactly love them. But you’re starting to see that they might not be that bad after all. They’re kind of cute, even.

Peter walks over to you, plopping down to his knees next to you.

He looks up at you for approval, and you smile when his arms wrap around your thighs. “So gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing his way up your thighs and your stretch marks.

“What about these though?” You ask, pulling your shirt up.

You look at the stretch marks on your belly, and some loose skin that you have from losing and gaining weight.

“These are just as beautiful,” he grins at you, moving in front of you.

His kisses along your belly tickle, and Peter looks up at you in pure adoration when he hears you laugh.

The stretch marks are not your best friends yet, and maybe they’ll never be. But you feel less insecure about them already.

Maybe one day you can love them too.