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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 1 year ago

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Such a Good Girl

Crosshair can’t shake this strange feeling in his chest, especially after you save his ass during a mission. Perhaps it's worth finally exploring.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: praise kink, competency kink, pet names, Cross hates having feelings but has to deal with them anyway, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), fingering, heavy eye contact, dirty talk, the armour stays on, light D/s tones, sprinkle of quirofilia, idiots falling in love, mention of inappropriate use of rifle rest, brief Soft!Cross, brief aftercare.

A/N: DBB once described Cross as ‘a coiled snake’, and it’s the most fitting description I’ve ever read.

The ache had started in your calves but was now working up your thighs. You tossed and turned in the small bunk, trying desperately to get comfortable, but nothing worked. With a quiet groan of frustration, you sat up, your flimsy standard-issue blanket tossed aside, and hauled yourself off the bed.

Bare feet on the durasteel floor, you winced as the cold shot up your legs. It took a moment for you to walk without wobbling, but you persevered, quietly moving past the other bunks. Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech had conked out when you entered hyperspace, with Crosshair taking the first watch.

The last mission had been rough – the intel you’d received from Command had been flawed, vastly underestimating the number of droids you’d have to face. Then a damn electrical storm had rolled in, thrown out your comms, and messed with Hunter’s senses. Everything that could’ve gone wrong had, but you shouldn’t have been surprised given everything that had happened over the last year.

A whole year. It had gone past in the blink of an eye. You could still remember the day you’d been introduced to Clone Force 99 and assigned as their civilian handler. It was your job to keep in contact with Command, feed the boys their missions, and ensure they had everything they needed to complete their work and return safely.

While most handlers chose to remain on Kamino, away from the blaster fire and chaos, you’d elected to go with the Batch, to live on the Marauder with them and share their barracks on the rare occasion you could return to base. After all, you couldn’t keep them safe if you weren’t with them.

They’d been distant with you at first – still polite, of course, but hadn’t opened up or engaged in conversation about anything other than the current mission.

Wrecker had cracked after a month, inviting you to watch a holofilm with him in the gunner’s nest. Tech had been next, optimising your datapad when you’d been in the fresher. Hunter followed afterwards, teaching you how to play dejarik. And then Crosshair had been last, sitting silently beside you to field strip and reassemble his rifle before he’d pushed it in your direction for you to repeat his actions.

They were your family now, The four chaotic brothers.

But they’d come close to becoming three today.

Your slow, steadier steps continue through the ship until you reach the closed cockpit doors. It was a courtesy for whoever was on watch to close the doors and dampen any noise for those resting. Pressing your palm against the panel nearby, the door gave a quiet whoosh as it opened, sealing shut behind you as you stepped in.

The cockpit was quiet; a lone figure sat in the co-pilot chair. “You’re meant to be sleeping.” The serpentine slink of Crosshair’s voice filled the space as he turned the chair around to see who was up, momentary surprise flickering in his eyes as he caught sight of you before he tampered it back down.

“Would if I could, Cross.” You answered dryly, sitting in the seat behind him. The nickname slipped out easily these days, though you could remember the scowl the sniper had thrown your way the first time you’d used it. Ultimately, he’d warmed to it and secretly enjoyed every time you used it.

“Hell’s wrong with you?” He asked as you shifted in the seat, the well-worn leather giving a little as you tried to get comfortable. He pushed his toothpick to the other side of his mouth with his tongue, sharp eyes raking over your body as he took quick stock of your condition.

Your lips fell into a flat line as you stared incredulously at the man opposite you. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe my whole body is protesting because I had to race up the side of a damn mountain this afternoon to save my snarky sniper from a platoon of droids.” You huffed, the tension palpable in your voice.

As usual, Crosshair had found the best vantage point during the mission, but the unexpectedly large number of droids had caught you all off guard. You’d been mid-way through fighting a platoon back when you’d spotted another cresting over the mountain. Crosshair had been focused on picking off the droids coming after you and his brothers, and without comms to alert him, you’d been left with two options – furiously field sign the warning and pray he caught it through his scope or haul ass up the mountain and deal with the problem yourself.

You’d chosen the latter.

Your blaster bolt had cut through the first droid just as they’d rounded the corner and spotted Crosshair in a prone position, his rifle aimed down the mountain. And though every muscle in your body had burned and protested, you’d valiantly held them back long enough for him to turn and help fight them off.

The corner of Crosshair’s lip twitched, a tinge of amusement in his hawkish gaze. “Your snarky sniper?” He quips, trying to ignore the warmth in his body at your words.

“Of course, that’s what you take out of that. Not the fact that my legs feel like they’re on fire.” You roll your eyes, arms folding across your chest as you meet his gaze. You weren’t really mad, and you both knew it.

For a moment, you silently stare at each other until Crosshair breaks the contact and reaches down, drawing your legs up onto his lap. A noise of surprise slips past your lips as you slide down a bit in the chair, but you adjust your position. His thumbs press against your ankles, sliding slowly up your calf as he works out the ache in your muscles, one leg at a time. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he pushes and rubs, the pain starting to fade with every pass of his fingers.

The cockpit falls silent again, the streaks of hyperspace throwing soft light through the space, illuminating Crosshair from behind like a halo. The idea has you suppressing a smile, knowing he’d baulk at such a comparison.

He can feel the weight of your gaze on him, but he studiously ignores it, focussing instead on trying to ease your pain. He’d been so intent on ensuring the safety of his brothers, picking off the droids attacking them, that he’d missed your scramble up the mountain. It had only been the sound of your blaster fire nearby that had snapped his attention to you and the oncoming droids. As much as he hated to admit it, he’d have likely been overwhelmed without your quick actions. He was better than any Reg, without a doubt, but without backup, an entire platoon of droids was too much even for him.

The surprise he’d felt at seeing you up on the mountain with him had been short-lived, replaced with a strange sense of attraction as he watched you protect him before instinct kicked in, and he’d joined you in the fight. That feeling had returned just now when you’d called him yours and prompted him to reach for you to ease your aches. It was confusing and infuriating. Sure, over the last year, he’d fleetingly thought of you in a less than professional way, but he’d never had the urge to act on it until today.

Your body sinks into the chair, relaxing as the tension is worked out of your legs. It feels too damn good, and a moan slips from your lips before you can stop it, your eyes widening as you inhale sharply, going stock still. Crosshair’s hands pause, toothpick slowly sliding to the other side of his mouth as he finally lifts his gaze, those sharp brown eyes dancing with something dangerous. “What an unexpectedly pretty sound, kitten.”

A strangled noise escapes you, wide eyes locked onto the sniper. The nickname is nothing new, usually thrown at you with a playful barb or some snark, but this time it’s different. This time, he purrs it.

“S-Sorry.” You stammer, clearing your throat as you try desperately to ignore the sudden heat in your belly. “It slipped out. Felt good.” You gesture vaguely towards your legs before pulling them out of Crosshair’s lap. But those slender fingers of his wrap around your ankles, keeping them in place, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

Crosshair knows he’s playing a dangerous game right now, knows he’s teetering on the edge of something that could go favourably for you both or go wildly wrong. But your moan…fuck. He’s grateful his codpiece hides his half-hard cock as one of his hands trails up your calves, skimming across your knees and thighs. He stops himself from sliding his hand under the hem of the oversized sleep shirt you’re wearing, a strange pang of something clawing at his chest as he realises it’s one of Wrecker’s old shirts.

Your own chest is rising and falling rapidly with tiny breaths. Crosshair’s eyes take in the flutter of your pulse in your neck, the way you’re watching him so intently. The pads of his fingers smooth across your thigh as he weighs up the situation. He could play this off, joke about riling you up and never mention it again. Or, he could figure out this strange feeling and why he’s picturing you naked, writhing beneath him with nothing but pleasure painted on your gorgeous face.

He, too, chooses the latter.

“You did good today.” He states lowly, fingers skirting ever so slightly under the hem of your shirt, eyes focused on your face. That feeling in his chest expands as he watches your pupils dilate as you inhale shakily.

Warmth sits in your belly, the compliment curling around you like a blanket on a cold day. “Just doing my job.” You decide to play it off, even though the words and the way he’s touching you make your heart pound a little wildly. You’d never been good at accepting praise and certainly weren’t expecting it from Crosshair.

“Maybe. But I’d like to thank you properly.” He tilts his head ever so slightly, the usual bite to his words gone as his eyes flit down to watch his fingers shift, dragging down the inside of your knee.

Brows furrowing for a second, you swallow, wondering if you’re reading the room correctly. “Are you…propositioning me?” You ask quietly, a shiver sliding down your spine as Crosshair’s fingers still.

His eyes lift, locking onto you. And the silence stretches.

You can’t deny he’s a good-looking man, nor can you deny how your heart somersaults when you see the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips after you say something amusing or when he reaches around you for something and crowds into your space. Now, watching him, you swear you can see a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

“Forget it.” Crosshair insists, going to move your legs from his lap. He feels stupid for even suggesting it – you could have any man in the galaxy; why would you want him?

You grasp his wrist, having moved on instinct. Focusing on him, your expression softens as he avoids your gaze, shifting that damn toothpick across his mouth again. You reach for it with your free hand, prying it gently from his mouth. The motion makes him finally look at you, and you can see the walls he’s trying to put back up. That can’t happen. “I don’t want to forget it.” You confess, your eyes momentarily betraying you as you glance at his lips.

His mouth is on you before you know it, firm, demanding lips pressed against yours. The toothpick falls to the floor. Hands grasp at your thighs, hauling you into his lap. You go willingly, tongue sliding against his lips, seeking entrance to deepen the kiss. One of your hands slides to the nape of his neck, and the other grasps at his bicep.

Crosshair’s mind is spinning, though he forces himself to appear composed. Your gentle weight in his lap is delicious, the way your ass presses against him, your hands clutching him. That feeling in his chest grows, and he silently luxuriates in it, lips parting as he feels your tongue pressing forward. He tastes you, a groan erupting from low in his throat. There’s something else he wants to taste more.

Supporting your body, he eases you back until you’re sprawled once more in the opposite seat. His lips refuse to leave yours, steady hands positioning you at the edge of the chair before he pulls back. Watching as your eyes flutter open, his cock strains against his codpiece. You’re breathing rapidly, lips shiny, desire burning in your pretty eyes. He did that to you. He can’t fight back his pride.

Dropping to his knees, Crosshair barely feels the cold floor beneath him, his armour buffering the impact and the temperature. Hands slide back up your thighs, fingers hooking on your panties. They slide down your legs quickly, and a smirk tilts his lips as he pulls them off you, eyes locked on yours as he tucks the scrap of fabric safely in one of the pouches on his belt.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he leans in, breaking the eye contact to take in the beautiful sight of your pussy spread before him like a buffet.

It’ll be the best meal he’s ever had.

The edges of Crosshair’s armour bite into your thighs, but the sting of pain evaporates the moment he drags his tongue through your slick folds. Head thunking back against the seat, your hips buck as you gasp.

“Maker, your pussy tastes good.” You hear the slink of his voice, a needy whine leaving you as you glance down to watch him feast. The almost permanent frown lines on his face are gone, a borderline serene look on his features as his tongue presses against your entrance, pulling a stuttered exhale from you.

His eyes snap open at the sound, watching up the length of your body as you writhe when he flicks his tongue across your clit, sucking the sensitive bud. The taste of you on his tongue is addictive, and though he’d deny it if he’s ever asked, he could quite happily live between your thighs. Right hand sliding up under your sleep shirt, he drags his fingers across the gentle swell of your breasts. You’d always been softness and smiles where he was hard edges and scowls. His other hand joins the party, two fingers pressing against your entrance, sinking in slowly as his tongue laves over your clit.

He silently preens as your hips buck, back arching while you moan. But then you’re tapping his hand under your shirt, head tilting down so you can catch his gaze. “Swap hands. Please.” You insist, a desperate look in your eyes.

Crosshair isn’t sure why it matters, but he does as you ask, sliding his right hand down your body as he removes his left from your pussy. Swapping them over, he presses his pointer and middle finger into you, prying his mouth from your clit so his thumb can run firm circles across it.

“You gonna tell me why, doll?” He questions, tongue darting out to lick his lips and enjoy your taste as he watches you cant your hips, chasing the pleasure his fingers are bringing you.

Heat rushes across your cheeks, and you avert your eyes, a mix of pleasure and shame flowing through you. “It’s…” You start, cutting yourself off with another moan as Crosshair twists his fingers, firmly pressing their pads to your g-spot.

Crosshair smirks, delight blooming inside him at your reaction. He stills his actions. “You can have more of that if you tell me…” He bargains, enjoying your groan.

Swallowing thickly, you bite the proverbial bullet. “Trigger finger.” You admit, eyes screwing shut.

The delight blooming in Crosshair’s chest now flits across his face. That wasn’t the answer he’d expected, but it went straight to his cock. “You like that thought, of my trigger finger buried in your pretty pussy, coaxing you to cum?” He teases, repeatedly pressing against your g-spot, rewarding you for your honesty. “Knowing this same finger will keep you safe on the next mission…”

Nodding eagerly, you rock your hips, chasing the building pleasure. “Yes. Always feel safe with you. Please, I wanna cum.” Desperation coats your voice.

Your admission makes him feel good – knowing how much you rely on him. Watching the slide of his fingers in and out of you, the way you writhe with every press against your g-spot and circle of your clit, he makes a slight noise of approval. “You really did do well today.” He comments lowly, enjoying the little whine you let out at the praise. “And brave girls get rewarded.” He tacks on, enjoying your chest’s rapid rise and fall as you pant, your hips still rocking, grinding against his hand. “You can cum.”

You’d never wanted a man’s permission to climax before, but something about Crosshair makes you want to please him. His fingers crook a little more, a little more pressure added to your clit, and you finally cry out his name. The pleasure slams into you, making you gasp as it floods your body, the tension snapping as your hips and thighs shake through your release. Your mind feels foggy, but you’re distantly aware of his fingers still buried inside you, drawing you through your orgasm.

Watching you fall apart might just be Crosshair’s new favourite thing. Your body is beautiful, the noises you make are absolutely sinful, and the thing clawing at his chest earlier is soothed, knowing he was the one bringing you such pleasure.

As you come down from the high, trying desperately to catch your breath, you feel yourself lifted, manhandled onto Crosshair’s lap as he retakes his place in the co-pilot’s chair. “There you go. So good for me.” The low rasp of his voice brushes against your ear. You feel something press against your lips, and your eyes open to see your sniper pressing two fingers to your mouth — the two fingers that had been buried inside you.

“Taste yourself. Get them nice and clean.” He instructs eyes darkening as he watches you suck them into your mouth, feels your tongue swirling around them, cheeks hollowing. And you hold his gaze will you do it, sending his heart racing and making his cock throb.

You make a show of cleaning him off, moaning around his steady fingers, the taste of your release hitting your tongue. Slowly sliding your lips up, a small ‘pop’ fills the cockpit as you pull off them. The effect you’re having on Crosshair is achingly obvious – his hawkish eyes are filled with a swirl of emotions, his hips shifting underneath you.

“On your knees, kitten.” He commands, easing you down gently off his lap, hands guiding you to the floor. You shudder as the durasteel meets your warm skin, Crosshair’s legs parting until you rest between them. Eyes tracking up his body, you slide your hands across his armour, fingers finding the small gap between the plates on his thighs. The brief contact makes him grunt, and you smirk as you reach his codpiece, undoing the latches and prying it off.

You knew the boys chucked their armour around, the katarn-class kit could withstand more than regular plastoid, but you placed his codpiece down on the floor with reverence. After all, it was part of what kept him safe.

Crosshair watches you intently, swallowing thickly as you place his armour down on the ground. An odd sensation of nervousness crashes into him as your eyes return to his body, homing in on his hard cock, which strains again his blacks. He tampers the feeling down – you’re not the first woman to get her hands on him, but he silently acknowledges that you’re the most important.

The cockpit is quiet again as you lean forward, focused on his outline. Your lips ghost across the taut fabric, the contact dragging a sharp grunt from Crosshair. His right hand finds its way into your hair, holding you steadily as you pull the waistband of his blacks down, revealing him.

Tongue darting across your lips, you tuck his blacks under his balls, pushing them up just so. Dicks weren’t inherently lovely to look at – or at least the ones you’d seen up until now weren’t. However, Crosshair was in an entirely different league.

Just the right thickness and a little longer than average, he curved gently to the right. Heavy balls sat just below, and you had to suppress a smile at the thatch of neat, silvery hair at the base of him. The colour wasn’t a fashion choice after all.

Wrapping your fingers around his base, you look up as you press soft kisses along his underside, dragging your tongue across velvety skin. His groan echoes around the room, fingers tightening in your hair. “Keep looking at me like that, doll. Let me see those pretty eyes.” He instructs, voice low and coiled, igniting heat in your belly.

Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue sliding into his slit to lap up the small bead of pre-cum. His hips buck and you bring your free hand up to rest against his abs to help stabilise yourself and apply gentle pressure to keep him seated. Your eyes stay locked on his, holding steadfast even as you bob your head, moaning unabashedly at his weight on your tongue.

Pulling off him completely, you dragged the head of his cock across your lips, shiny with your spit, watching him track the movement. Laving your tongue across him, you take him back into your mouth, sliding down a couple of centimetres, cheeks hollowing.

Crosshair knows he’s fucked. That strange feeling in his chest…yeah, he knows what it is now.

He can’t pretend this is some random hookup, that he’s just thanking you for saving him earlier. He can’t pretend it wouldn’t bother him for other men to hit on you during shore leave or for you to go home with them. You’re his. And while he might not be able to say it yet, he’ll damn well show it.

His free hand moves to your chin, gently tilting your head so he can slide in further, gasping as he feels the head of his cock bump against the back of your throat. “So perfect at sucking my cock. There’s my good girl.” He croons, watching how your eyes light up, how you bob your head that little bit faster, making him hiss with pleasure.

Spurred on, you take a deep breath and press forward, sliding more of him into your mouth until you can feel him in your throat. You exhale through your nose, hearing his choked moan before you pull back, desperately in need of air. You cough, drawing in a ragged breath, a string of saliva still connecting you to his flushed cock.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Crosshair grits out, feeling his balls tighten with every glide of your lips across his shaft. Your mouth was heaven – warm and wet – and it only excited him more for the day he could bury himself inside your pussy.

Alas, the Marauder wasn’t the most comfortable place for that. And with what he had in mind, you’d need a comfortable surface.

Taking him back in your mouth, you set a steady pace, feeling the twinges of ache starting in your jaw. But you push through, deep-throating him repeatedly until you can feel his thighs tremble and see how tight his balls are. Your focus shifts to the tip, lips wrapped perfectly around it as you suck and lick, tongue flicking against his frenulum on the upstroke.

He was moving more, unable to stay still as he hurtled towards the edge. Your eyes darted to his rifle rest, the winged extension shifting as he grasped the arm of the chair, knuckles white. It didn’t escape his notice, and a foul thought crossed his mind. “Think you could take it, kitten? Fuck, you’d look so pretty with it buried inside you.” He voiced, hips thrusting upwards as he chased his orgasm. He’d never be able to look at the piece of armour the same way again if it had been inside your gorgeous body.

You moaned around his cock at the idea, and that was all it took. Fingers tangled in your hair tapped at your scalp in warning seconds before Crosshair let out a stuttered groan, hips pressing forward as he came. The tang of him filled your mouth, and you greedily swallowed down everything he gave you, tongue gliding softly around the head of him as he collapsed back against the co-pilot seat. Gently, you cleaned him up, licking the last remnants of his release away, knowing he was extra sensitive.

He guides you off the floor, dragging you back onto his lap, his softening cock pressing against your damp folds. One of his thumbs tugs at your lower lip as you finish licking them clean, and his gorgeous brown eyes are focused on you as you both catch your breath. For a moment, you see a hint of vulnerability pass through him, and he leans in to give you an unexpectedly soft kiss. “Maybe I should save that fine ass of yours some more.” You murmur, voice a little hoarse.

Crosshair’s fingers move to your jaw, and he gently massages it, having spotted the subtle twitch of the aching muscles. The corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly in a small smile. “I’ll be sure to thank you every time.”

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ging-pegger · 8 months ago

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Pls can u do ging x reader and reader is gon mother?

THANK YOU - ging x reader

a/n: this prompt is almost two years old. i apologize for the wait and hope it was worth it. warnings: spoilers (chimera ant and election arcs)

summary: after hearing about gon's injuries, you rush to swardani city to see your son, and confront his father. word count: 1,133

the air conditioning system hummed loudly as you sat across from ging in an empty meeting room inside the headquarters of the hunter's association.

there was a feeling of uneasiness, and anxiety that plagued you. it had been years since you had last seen ging. thirteen to be exact.

you had made a heartbreaking departure from him and your son many years ago, due to circumstances outside your control. and now you sat here, heartbroken, looking the man you once loved unconditionally in the eye, now filled with anger and hatred.

how. how could he have let this happen? how could he be so irresponsible? how could he be so immature?

your son, gon, was currently in the hospital. not only was he beyond recognition, he was also in critical condition, facing death every moment with no one having any clue how to bring him back. the moment you heard, you left everything behind and rushed to swardani city, fearful that your son may die before you ever got to tell him how sorry you were for leaving.

you had spent almost every waking hour at his bedside, sobbing. sobbing so hard you thought your lungs would collapse, so hard that you had to gasp for air. crying until you were numb, and the hospital staff gingerly escorted you out of his room, explaining to you that visiting hours had came to a close.

"you have a hell of alot to explain to me, ging." your eyes were red and puffy, with dark circles underneath. it was clear that sleep wasn't something you had been familiar with the past few weeks.

"i dont know what there is to explain. i don't know much more than you do, and frankly i don't appreciate you pinning this on me." he hissed, clearly bitter. after so many years the only time you had made an effort to see him was now. and it was to scold him.

"how could you leave him?" you asked, your voice shaking, the tears began to well in your eyes, burning them.

"hey, i could ask you the exact same thing." ging took no time to remind you that you had also left.

"i left with confidence you would take care of him-"

"but you left so really what right do you have to turn up after all this time and ride my ass about things outside of my control!?" he snapped, his brown eyes were fixed on you, burning a hole right through you.

"at least i came to visit him, that's more than you're doing asshole!"

"did it ever occur to you that i CAN'T go see him." ging replied curtly. he wasn't one to outwardly express emotions frequently, but you could tell something was different this time.

once more the room fell to silence, the air conditioning unit the only sound to be heard, were you not in the middle of the concrete jungle that is swardani city, you likely would have heard crickets chirping.

"what do you mean you can't?? of course you can he's practically right next door!" you angirly hissed back in response. how dare he insinuate hes too busy to see his own son who was barely holding on to life as you spoke.

"that's not what i mean and you know it." his expressionless facade was fading, you were cracking through the mask he paraded around with to look tough. you were seeing a part of him nobody had ever seen, except for you.

you stayed silent, eyes trailing down to the faux wood grain table. waiting for him to elaborate. you knew from past experience this could take a matter of minutes or more. but you waited nonetheless for him to finally speak.

"i don't think you understand the guilt i harbor, ___." ging finally spoke up, his eyes locked onto yours the moment you looked up, not allowing you to escape his gaze of honesty.

"mito knew. . . she knew I'd always be the same guy. she filed for custody of gon, she said my line of work was too dangerous, and that i wouldn't be able to take care of him properly. and to my surprise, I sit here today and admit, she was right." ging spoke, his voice remained level headed and cool, he didnt allow the emotions to play part in how he spoke.

he took a deep breath in, eyes flickering to the ceiling. "despite all the training and trials i laid out meticulously for him to get stronger..." he trailed off.

"i don't know what i would do differently... had he been with me would this still have happened or worse? or would it have been avoided all together." he rambled on a bit longer.

"why didn't you just say all this before, ging?" you asked, brows furrowing, tears still falling softly from your cheeks.

"psh.." he made a face, one lined with disgust, a rare change in emotion.

"ging. it's not your fault."

his eyes darted back to you. "since when do you have a sudden change in opinion?"

"since we've made it to this point in the conversation. " you replied curtly, following suit of his answers prior.

ging mumbled under his breath. "from what i hear he's a lot like you. he's got your optimism." ging responded blankly, a pang sent through your heart as you were brought back into the blinding reality of why you were there with him.

"are you going to do anything to address the issue at hand amongst the zodiacs?" you questioned, checking the clock in the wall. the others could burst in at any moment. "you know its causing a lot of pressure on their backs during the election. many of the hunters are well aquainted with or know of gon, they expect answers and they expect you visiting him.

"it's none of their business to be frank. that's the problem with this whole association, ___. everyone believes theyre entitled to a slice of other people's lives. especially pariston. i'm sick of him being up my ass about this whole situation. " ging rambled on and on about his hatred for pariston but love for the hunt for a few solid minutes before switching back to the current topic.

"look, what i mean to say is, they can spread all the rumors they want, i'm not changing. and i'm not inviting them into our life."

oh ging... still as shy and stubborn as he ever was.

"wait. ___, before you go..." ging spoke, his face flushing and his nerves beginning to tie his vocabulary up in knots. "thank you." he said loudly, though the distance between you and him was nowhere near needing of such volume.

the air conditioning finally kicked off, leaving you in a room of dead air and space. you checked the clock again, the rythmic ticking began to inidicate the nearing of the next hour, when ging would be expected to meet with other zodiacs.

you stood up, pushing the chair you had been previously occupying in and gathering your personal effects. "i suppose it should be time for me to drop back in at the hospital. i hate being away for so long." you turned, reafhing for the door.

"for what.....?"

"coming back."

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humiliatingsluts2 · 5 months ago

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Power Corrupts: Complete

This was posted in 11+ parts, so note this is a very long post.

The Right Honourable Alex Colman sat, stony faced, as the verdict was read. Each "guilty" stung but she stayed perfectly poised, knowing that hundreds of cameras would catch any reaction. The sentencing continued: "Free use service, five years." She knew what was coming but still winced as it was read out. Yet the judge continued: "As a result of exceptional political corruption, this position will be in the parliament lobby." Alex didn't understand what that could mean, but before any further details were given she was quickly taken from the court gallery and marched back to her cell.

The cell was comfortable. It wasn't the bare concrete and cold steel toilets of the real prisons, and as a wealthy and powerful politician it hadn't been difficult to pull a few strings and get herself the nicest cell on offer. The bed was almost plush, and there was even a television. However, as with all prison cells, it had one feature she found nearly unbearable. And since it was nearly dinner time, she knew what was coming. The slat for meals to be delivered opened slowly, and Alex reluctantly knelt in front of it. Instead of the tray of food, a thick, hairy cock poked through, already half hard.

Sexual punishments were standard for women, and while technically the punishment should only occur after conviction, police usually bent the rules. It had been made clear to her that meals came only after she had made the guard on duty cum. Alex started rapidly jerking the man's cock, rolling her eyes as she heard him moan. She hoped to get away with just a handjob so she stroked him heavy balls and massaged the swollen head.

The guard didn't last long, fortunately. After she used her spare hand to stroke from his asshole to his balls he grunted and cum spurted from his cock. Most of it sprayed across the floor of the cell but the twitching of his cock meant some caught Alex's chin and she flinched away. The guard chuckled, withdrew his cock, and shoved through a tray of food, Alex caught it before it landed on the cum coated floor: a lesson she'd learnt quickly while awaiting her trial. She sat on the bed and quickly ate her meal. Only now did she begin to wonder what "this position will be in the parliament lobby" could possibly mean.

The next morning breakfast was early. A short cock hung almost apologetically through the slot and Alex jerked it. The guard wasn't satisfied though, and grabbed her hair to pull her face closer until she had no choice other than to suck him. He thrusted into her mouth, luckily his short cock didn't gag her but it tasted of sweat. She worked quickly, using her tongue to lap at the base of his cock and the guard didn't last long. Alex hated swallowing cum, not even her husbands. The guard didn't care, his cock pulsing as it flooded her mouth. He pulled away and Alex prepared to catch her breakfast. Instead, the door clunked and then opened. The guard on the other side was even uglier than his cock: a fat balding man at least twenty years older than Alex. She felt sick to her stomach as he hungrily eyed up her young slim body. She'd previously been proud to be the UK's youngest MP, elected at just twenty-one. Now she knew her youth and looks made her a target. The guard cuffed her and she followed him into the unknown.

---

The guard marched Alex down the corridor. He kept one hand on her ass while leading her, she felt his fingers paw at her curves. Eventually he pushed open a door and shoved her into a room. It appeared to be some sort of holding space, much larger than her cell, with rows of hard plastic chairs and a hole in the wall reception desk. But instead of prisoners, there were four guards sitting in the room, bantering, laughing and smoking. When she entered they all immediately silenced and stared at her. The guard who had brought her spoke, "This is the dumb bitch who tried to cancel our pay rise, and she's heading to free use service tonight. Thought you lads would want to use her while she's still fresh." The guards guffawed and cheered as her guard started groping at her tits, pulling them out and squeezing them roughly, "Who wants to fuck her first?"

Before Alex could even really register it she had been stripped, her top left tangled around her arm and her prison trousers trampled into the floor. She was bent over, her face was pressed against a chair and her ass being groped by all five men. She knew this wasn't legal: free use service wasn't without rules, but she also knew there was nothing she could do. Moments later a cock forced itself into her pussy. She grunted in pain: of course there was no lube and his cock felt huge. She knew she'd probably sucked him many times for food already, but being fucked was a new humiliation. The guards were jeering and taunting her as they waited their turn, one sat in front of her and forced his cock into her throat, gripping her hair and making her choke and gag.

The man raping her was getting rougher: he was slapping her ass and had a finger lodged in her asshole. Each thrust made her cunt throb and slam forward into the cock she was sucking with. He grunted and moaned as she felt him cum. It hadn't taken long but she could feel a lot of cum flooding her cunt. The guard slowly pulled out and she felt hot cum run down her thigh.

Before she could begin to recover another cock forced itself into her, smaller but still a cruel violation. He wasn't rough, just slowly thrusting in and out, but the sound of him panting made her feel sick. The man with a cock in her mouth pulled away and slapped her, "I'm not cumming in your mouth, I want your asshole." He stood up and another cock slid into his place, she had no choice and sucked him. His words terrified her, she had never done anal, not even with her husband or any past boyfriend.

The man fucking her was getting close. He looked down and admired the tight young politician's body. Her slim waist was red with the marks where she had been groped, but he focused on her ass. Each thrust made it bounce and her tight asshole was on display. He could see her head bobbing up and down on his buddy's cock and the sight of her being spit roasted was all he needed to cum. With a final growl he collapsed onto her, his cock throbbing and twitching as he came deep inside her, his weight pushing her further onto his buddy's cock. As he recovered he slapped her on the ass, "Good bitch, welcome to your new life."

Alex felt the guard's weight pressing on her as he came and whined in protest. He seemed to cum for ages, each spurt a fresh humiliation. His final pump came with an extra shove and it forced the cock in her mouth deeper than ever before. She gagged and spluttered struggling to breath. The guard in her mouth noticed and chuckled, "That's right, time to learn to deepthroat." He grabbed her hair with both hands and began forcing her head up and down, deeper each time. Alex couldn't do anything other than desperately try to breath. He got faster and rougher and she felt his cock enter and exit her throat over and over. Each time she wanted to puke but tried as hard as she could to relax her throat. The guard forced her all the way down his cock and held her there, enjoying her pathetic whimpers and the drool leaking from her mouth. She was so thankful that his cock was on the smaller side.

But her thankful moment didn't last long. Behind her she felt a cock press against her virgin asshole. She started trying to shout, to protest, but all that came out was weak pathetic whines. "Sounds like she loves assfucking." laughed the guard. She recognised it as the guard she'd been sucking and was glad his cock would at least be lubed with her spit. He was trying to push in, her ass was so tight he couldn't make it fit. He was getting frustrated and started spanking her, he used a finger to open her ass, and then a second. Just two fingers hurt. It was hard to focus on the pain as the man in her throat pulled out and rubbed his spit covered cock across her face and hair, but her focus immediately returned to her ass when he finally entered. The pain was immediate and shocking, with her mouth empty she was able to squeal. All the guards laughed.

As soon as the guard was in her ass it felt as if he was fucking her as hard as he could. Each thrust felt like he was tearing her in half. She almost wished she had another cock in her mouth to mute the pathetic whimpers and sobs. Her asshole stretched around her rapist's cock with each cruel thrust. All Alex could do was accept this rape and pray it would end soon. Her prayers were answered as the guard lasted barely two minutes before cumming. His cock pulsing was agonising but the release when he pulled out was incredible.

The man with his cock in her face grinned and stood, pulling her up with him, "Lay on your back cunt, I want to see your face while I fuck you." He pushed her backwards onto the chairs and she cringed as he leered over her. He positioned himself between her legs and gripped her tit so hard she yelped. She felt his cock pressing against her broken asshole and tried to struggle but he slapped her over and over until she stopped. Alex was sobbing now, bitter tears. The man was inside her much faster than the last one, and although the pain was slightly less, the horrifying view of him panting and gasping as he raped her increased the shame she felt. It only got worse when he began licking and kissing at her face, his spit sticking to her face like poison. Luckily this man didn't last long either, having warmed up in her throat, and Alex knew she'd never forget his face as he came in her previously pure asshole.

Four guards had raped her now, the only remaining was the man who had brought her here. He was stroking his cock slowly, and Alex prayed he wouldn't use her asshole. "I'll show you what I think of feminism" he growled, and lowered his ass and balls onto her face. Alex couldn't breath or move as he rubbed his hairy sweaty body across her face. He was moaning and slapping her tits while she tried desperately to escape his weight. After a few moments he lifted his ass and Alex sobbed and gasped for air. He climbed between her legs again and to Alex's relief he entered her cunt.

He fucked her faster than any of the other guards, and used one hand to rub her clit. Alex realised she was getting close to cumming. She focused with all her mind on resisting the physical urge she was feeling, but the guard was hitting all the right spots. Her sobs and whimpers were turning into breathy moans. When his other hand started teasing her nipples she realised she couldn't stop herself. With four other guards watching her she realised she was cumming. The guard fucking her grinned and taunted her, "Good cunt, knew we'd fuck you good." Alex could only moan in response as she felt her legs shake and body arch. The guard came too, pumping the third load into her cunt. Alex recovered as he pulled out and slapped her ass, "Shame we have to hand you over cunt, I'm sure the boys will visit though."

Softly sobbing, with aching pain in her asshole and bruises everywhere, Alex lay defeated on the plastic chairs. She knew free use duty would be even tougher.

---

After the police had raped her, Alex had been put in a van. She barely remember the journey. She had rolled up in a ball on the metal floor and cried, all her holes burning and leaking cum. At one point they stopped, she flinched when the doors opened and a man threw some rough cotton pyjama-like clothing at her, and a towel "Clean yourself off and get dressed." He spoke plainly and without cruelty, and it calmed her a little.

The drive was long and Alex steeled herself as the time passed. No cameras were permitted during free use service, but she knew that the transfer from the van to her position would be under the full glare of the paparazzi. Defiantly, she dressed herself and attempted to wipe clean her face and hair. The last thing she needed was her naked body all over the tabloids.

At last the van came to a stop and the engine rumble died. The doors unlatched. Immediately her vision was dazzled by flashing cameras, overlapping shouts for her attention, comment, a statement. She hated the media.

"Will you be resigning?"

"Smile for our readers."

"Are you looking forward to free use?"

"Any words for your husband?"

"Show us your tits love!"

"Ready to fuck tories, slut?"

The clamour was overwhelming and Alex did all she could to keep herself emotionless as she scurried across the pavement and into the rear entrance of Westminster. The two guards escorting her shielded her from the worst of the crowd. Inside, she had previously walked these halls proudly, as an elected MP, commanding respect and admiration. Not any more. The two guards escorting her were surprisingly kind, they guided her by her arms and shoulder and not her arse, and she felt a sense of calm. "Thank you for blocking the cameras." she said softly, and one of the guards nodded in acknowledgement. Perhaps, she thought, free use duty wasn't so bad now she had escaped the beastly police.

A few turns later, off the beaten track that she recognised, she was taken to a small room, probably once a parliamentary office. The walls were wood panelled, and it had only a small frosted window high in the back corner. The usual furniture of an office had been removed, instead there was only a large, ornate, but worn, table in the centre of the room. In the corner was a pile of towels and two buckets: one empty and one half full of water.

The men let go of her and she tentatively walked into the room. "You need to strip." one of the guards said. Alex suddenly felt ashamed and exposed as she started to pull off the top. The two men hadn't hurt or degraded her, and yet she was still stripping in front of them. The guards did watch, but they didn't comment or humiliate her further. Once she had undressed one of the men took the clothes from her. "Thanks. Honestly, I voted for you. I don't think you did it." Alex nodded,

"Thank you for believing me."

The guard nodded, "I don't like this free use service, you know. It feels wrong."

"I wanted it banned." Alex agreed.

The guard smiled at her, "I'm a good guy." Alex realised he had undone his belt, "I wouldn't want to abuse you like some men, I'd treat you right."

"I'm sure you would, I'll remember your kindness once I'm released." Alex tried to deflect him sweetly.

"Let me show you how kind I am before you get broken." The guard had his cock out now, and he was standing so close she could smell the cigarettes on his breath, "While you're still normal." he growled and ran his hand across her cheek. Alex flinched and he grinned. "I've seen the state of women after this, it'll be a shame to see that happen to you." He firmly pressed on her shoulder and now spoke with a sharpness: "Kneel".

"But..." Alex whimpered but he was strong, she buckled and lowered to her knees, inches from the man's cock.

"You're not free use yet, I know you want to thank me for being so kind to you. Open that pretty mouth." Alex did as he said. The guard sighed and pulled her mouth onto his cock. "I knew you wanted this." He grunted as he guided her head up and down. Alex hated how glad she was that he wasn't fucking her face, he almost let her have control. She disgusted herself by obediently using that control to suck him the way she usually did her husband.

The guard was constantly talking while she sucked. "That's a good girl, you're going to be my favourite politician now." He released her hair to let her bob her head at her own speed, "Keep going Alex, isn't this better than free use?" Alex tried to ignore him. "I knew you wanted my cock from the moment I saw you in that van." Alex realised that on autopilot she was giving him an enthusiastic blowjob: swirling her tongue and gagging herself, while using her hand to cup his balls. "Not surprised a slut like you fucked my buddies at the station." She moaned in what she meant to be disagreement, but just made her sound like a pornstar.

The guard didn't last long, he pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop and groaned and panted. He sprayed cum onto Alex's face, two thick ropes covering her from hair to chin, and several smaller squirts landing in her mouth. Breathing heavily, he wiped the tip of his cock in her hair and gave her a warm smile, "Thanks Alex, I'm sorry about what's coming." Alex burned with disgust that this man thought he was somehow above the men who would be raping her later.

He turned and left, and apparently the other guard had left during the blowjob. Alex was alone. She went immediately to the buckets and used a towel and the icy cold water to clean as much of the cum off herself as possible. Then she sat, back against the wall, on the rough carpet and sobbed.

Alex woke with the dawn light weakly streaming through the window. She was curled in the corner, tensed against the cold despite the towel she had covered herself with. The room was silent. She scanned over her body. While she was mostly clean, her hair felt greasy and matted. The muscles in her hips were sore from being pulled open, and she knew there would be bruises forming all over her from the abuse she'd taken. Her throat felt hoarse. Nonetheless, she stood and stretched.

She didn't know when her free use service would begin. The door was locked, and there was no hint of what time it was anyway. Bored, she paced around the room. She tried to keep herself positive, ignoring the disgust she felt at every aspect of her situation. After some time, the door opened and a tray was placed on the floor. The door shut again before she could respond. At least she hadn't had to suck dick for breakfast this time, she thought to herself. The tray contained breakfast, as well as pills: birth control and antibiotics to prevent and infections. She sat on the table and ate before resuming her pacing.

Eventually, she heard a key in the lock and the murmur of conversation. The door swung open. She shrank into a corner. She knew vaguely what to expect, but the reality was worse. Men streamed in, theoretically crowd controlled but at least five were in the room before the first reached her. Unsurprisingly for the demographics of parliament, they were mainly old, although plenty of special advisors, staffers, interns and other younger men had come too.

The first four men grabbed her and picked her up, carrying her like an object to the table. They placed her on her back and her head hit the table with a thump. In seconds, a man was between her legs, pushing himself inside her. She looked down: she recognised him, not an MP but a senior advisor, and at least fifty year olds from the look of him. He was rutting at her like an animal, there was none of his intellect or political nous to be seen. She knew he worked for a woman MP, not that that mattered here.

Her view was quickly obstructed by another cock. This one was huge, maybe the biggest she'd ever seen, and he rubbed it across her face and lips, trying to push his way into her mouth. She resisted, oral wasn't technically mandatory in free use service. The man applied a short black rod to her tit and she yelped at the zap. Electrical zap toys were used to enforce obedience, as they were controllable and left no permanent marks. This man was determined to prove they were still unpleasant though, and held the rod to her throat. In fear, she opened her mouth to let him plunge his cock in. She gagged almost immediately and he was barely halfway in.

The man between her legs came, she felt his warm cum flooding her cunt. Almost immediately another man was inside her, taking his place and groping her tits while he pounded her. The man in her mouth kept forcing himself deeper and Alex gagged and choked with each thrust. He pushed his deepest yet and she puked, overflowing around the side of his cock and coating her face in slime. The man seemed to like that, moments later the taste of puke was mixed with the taste of salty cum filling her mouth. At the same time her arse burned and stretched around another new cock.

Each rape brought a new humiliation: old men who pawed at her young body, men her age who fucked her like a piece of meat, men who raped her arse or slapped her tits and cunt. Men she knew and had worked with, and men she had thought respected her. After five or more men came inside her she lost count. Her mouth was nearly always full too, men taking turns to fuck her face: some cumming in her mouth or on her face, others just entertaining themselves while they waited their turn in her holes.

The initial morning rush slowed after a while. People returned to work, and Alex even got some respite where she was alone. She took the opportunity to clean herself again as best she could. But at any time someone could arrive and force themselves onto her. The first time she got up from the table and knelt by the water bucket to wipe her face, she had barely begun before a man was standing in front of her, insisting she suck his cock. Apparently he enjoyed ruining her attempted cleaning. He spat on her face and finished by cumming in her hair.

The rest of the day passed surprisingly quickly. The constant rape forced Alex to go numb, letting the hours pass without registering fully what was happening. The only moments that registered were people she knew. They were the most humiliating of all. Her political opponents using her as a cumdump, and former friends raping her arsehole. But Alex stayed silent, not protesting or rising to any taunts. She endured it all.

Finally, the room cleared, and she was taken by a woman from the room. At the end of the corridor was a small bathroom with two showers. Alex gratefully stood under the hot water and let it wash her clean. She scrubbed every inch of her body, and untangled her hair. She towelled dry and followed the woman back to her room. A meal was waiting on a tray and the room had been cleaned while she was gone. Alex sat in numb silence and mechanically ate the meal. Sleep came easily despite everything, she told herself that tomorrow she wouldn't be new any more, and that things would get easier.

---

Rob cried all day. The moment the verdict had been read, the moment the sentence was announced, and the moment his beautiful wife had been marched out of sight. Alex had stayed emotionless but he had caught her eye when the punishment -- free use service -- had been read out. He could see the fear hiding in her eyes but moments later she was gone. He left the court in a daze and by the time he was back at the small third floor flat he shared (used to share, he realised with a sting) with his wife he realised he had been crying constantly. He sat down in front of his MacBook and googled: free use service UK.

The information was exceedingly detailed. He read it with growing dread. Testimonials from women reporting the cruelty, misery and humiliation of the process. Feminist articles arguing the system normalised rape and violence, while other feminist argued that it permitted a safe controlled way for sexual frustrations to be expressed. Other articles argued the service should be expanded further. He read further to absorb details of the rules. Formally the service only included vaginal sex. Many articles and comments claimed that oral and anal were commonplace. The details of the electrical prods that were used to maintain obedience. The medical risks: frequency of unintended pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases.

Rob browsed further and found a website called Free Use Tourism. The banner image was a picture of a naked woman surrounded by men, tears in her eyes and one of the electrical rods in her mouth. The tagline read: a forum for sharing free use service experiences and recommendations. Rob knew he should leave the site, but he couldn't. The forum sections made him feel sick: field reports & experiences, upcoming free use girls, fantasy free use, free use rule breaking and more. Rob clicked into upcoming free use girls. Dozens of threads appeared, each with a photo of a woman and discussion of a court case or potential service. He scrolled down, taking in the vile comments under the photos about travelling to visit and rape these women. Then he stopped dead: his wife Alex smiling out of the screen. The photo was from a TV interview she had done only a few weeks ago. There were more comments under her than any woman he'd yet seen. Rob managed to read only one: "I hate this bitch, been on my rape wishlist for a while". Rob shakily closed the website and slammed his laptop shut. He put on a film and sat in numb silence until he passed out on the sofa.

Rob woke alone and began his day as normally as he could. He was off work for the whole week, so he went to the supermarket to buy food. He was constantly tormented by thoughts of what Alex was going through. She was a strong woman but he also knew she preferred gentle romantic sex. He had always wanted to explore rougher fantasies: pain and domination, but she always demurred. And anal. Rob loved anal and before he got married he had always had regular anal sex with his exes. He could count how many times he'd had anal with Alex on one hand. It made him sick to imagine that she would be anally raped every day.

He got home and despite himself, opened his laptop again. He couldn't resist the curiosity and very quickly ended up back on Free Use Tourism. This time he clicked through to field reports & experiences. The first thread was titled "Alex Colman MP Free Use Day 1". Rob felt his stomach sink, but he couldn't resist clicking. And he read:

"Field report from my first visit to Alex Colman in London. This is my first field report but I've been waiting to visit Alex for weeks, and I know she's been much anticipated so I decided to go first thing to be one of the first to try her out. I plan to visit plenty more so let me know what I should try. Anyway, I turned up to parliament at 7am, free use starts at 8 but there was a queue already. I was probably 10th in line. They were pre-checking STD reports in the queue, good service. She's in a room somewhere in parliament, the place is a maze but the staff make it easy enough. Anyway, to the fucking. She's seriously hot, body is better than she looks on TV. Fat tits and at least on day one her cunt wasn't too stretched out. You wouldn't know she's a feminist the way she keeps it shaved and groomed like a pornstar. Hopefully someone sneaks in a camera because you guys need to see her. She cried and bitched loads which I loved. I decided to fuck her cunt today but the guy before me used her asshole. I'll try that next time. First I tried her mouth, she sucks dick pretty well but I'd like to see her try to deepthroat more, I had to really force it. Once her cunt was free, all I'll say is she's probably the tightest free use cunt I've ever had. I guess that will change so if you're local or planning a trip, come soon. I think I made her cum too, was hard to tell with all her sobbing. Came inside her and had to get out pretty quick as there was a long queue. Overall she's a 8/10. Body is fantastic but her ass could be bigger and her face isn't the prettiest. But highly recommend a trip, let me know your experience or if anyone else here was there day 1 maybe we can fuck her together sometime. I'm thinking of going every weekend."

Rob slammed the laptop shut, his stomach churning and he felt he might puke. But he realised his cock was hard.

---

The days blurred together for Alex. Her service was typically four days a week, usually Saturday and Sunday, plus alternating weekdays. On her days off she was taken from parliament to the nearest prison: here she could sleep properly, shower and clean, exercise and even shave and have her hair cut. She treasured the days off as an opportunity to recover mentally and physically. The hardest were stretches of four free use days in a row. She struggled with a lack of sleep on the cold floor. And with only a bucket of cold water to clean herself she always felt disgusting, and the empty bucket which she now knew was her toilet was often worryingly full.

The first time the schedule fell like that, Friday to Monday across a weekend, Alex had been in service for nearly a month. She had gotten into a routine: lay on her back before anyone arrived and masturbate, being aroused helped her relax. She had her hair cropped short now, too many men enjoyed pulling it. She had learnt to act as passive as possible, to let men use her without resisting or engaging.

On the Friday, like any other, the door opened and men started to enter. The first took her arsehole, dry and rough. Alex yelped at the pain but let him fill her. Another man was already squatting over her head and began rubbing his arse and balls across her face while he jerked his cock. Alex stuck out her tongue obediently and tasted the sweaty musk of his commute. As she had learned to do, she took another cock in each of her hands and stroked them rapidly: the quicker men came the less they used her.

Just as she hoped, one of the men she was jerking came, squirting cum across her tits. Another hard cock filled her hand the moment he finished. The man on her face pushed his cock into her mouth now, and after merely a few brief thrusts he came in her mouth. Alex preferred this now, swallowing cum was the cleanest option. But despite cumming, the man kept his dick in her mouth as it shrank. He groaned and she felt a warm bitter liquid start to fill her mouth.

The man was pissing in her mouth. This was a first for Alex. She panicked as she felt the piss overflow, and tried to twist her head away, but the man had her pinned. He held her head still as the stream of piss overwhelmed Alex's mouth and she felt it run down her face and pool on the table and in her hair. Pathetically she swallowed some in an attempt to stop herself being completely soaked through with piss for the whole weekend. He finished pissing and wiped his cock across her forehead before getting up. The next man didn't seem to mind and she found herself sucking the oldest cock she'd ever seen.

This man must have been eighty or older, but his wrinkled cock violated her mouth all the same. She felt the warm spray of one of the cocks she was jerking cumming across her tits. But this cum kept going and going. She realised another man was pissing on her. The old man in her mouth swore at the backsplash hitting him, but didn't stop raping her face. She realised now that two men were pissing on her, while her arse and mouth were being fucked. She felt disgusting.

The man in her arse came then, she felt his cum filling her. And just like the first man, he stayed inside her until he started to piss. The pee filled her and she felt an uncomfortable stretching as it tried to overflow. Alex couldn't stop him and tried to ignore the sensation, focusing only on the cock in her mouth and trying not to gag on it. When the man popped his cock free of her arse and his piss dribbled out of her she couldn't help moaning in horror. Immediately, another cock forced itself inside her.

The abuse continued. The pissing had started a trend and the majority of men were either pissing on her before or after fucking her. Some seemed to come just to piss before returning to work. Alex was soaked with her holes continuously leaking pee and cum. The table was coated in a pool of piss. As the day came to an end, fewer and fewer men were even fucking her, finding her too disgusting and simply pissing on her instead. She knew she was crying but it was hidden by the multiple streams of piss splashing across her face.

When the free use finally ended on the first of her four days in a row, Alex desperately tried to use the bucket of water to clean off some of the piss. She knew it was mostly futile, and she tried to save as much as she could for the coming three days. At least being disgusting and smelly will mean fewer men wanted to use her, she thought.

---

Rob had been debating back and forth with himself. He had been unable to avoid going back to the forum over and over, reading detail after detail of his wife being raped. The more he read the more he found himself turned on, shamefully jerking off to descriptions of men fucking her arsehole or reviews of her cocksucking skills. He knew it would be wrong, perhaps unforgivable, but he wanted to go see her himself.

He knew some of this friends and colleagues had been. They wouldn't say anything, of course. But the awkward silences and their refusal to meet his gaze told him all he needed to know. He was angry. They all claimed to be against free use service. But pictures of them grunting and moaning while they fucked Alex filled his dreams.

Eventually he resolved himself. He would go, but aim to check up on Alex, comfort her, and definitely not fuck her. He chose a weekend and completed his STD paperwork in advance. The nerves on the way to parliament were crushing. At every corner he expected to be confronted by someone who knew what he was doing. But nothing stopped him, he found himself being ushered inside and down a corridor. The queue was short and he didn't recognise anyone.

After a few nerve-racking minutes it was his turn. He entered the room. Alex was on her hands and knees on a table, facing away from the door. All he could see was her legs, in between the thighs of a fat man who was pounding her. He walked slowly around, taking everything in. She had cut her hair short, but it was matted with various fluids to her head. She had a cock in her mouth, furiously deepthroating it with her eyes closed. With each thrust from the man behind her she gagged on the cock in her mouth. Her tits bounced under her. Both men were panting and groaning like animals, but he could hear Alex's familiar moans too.

Rob still hadn't been noticed. He was filled with conflict. He felt angry, an almost uncontrollable desire to swing for the men, to fight them and protect his wife. But on the other hand, seeing the love of his life used like a toy was turning him on. The fat man started grunting and shaking and came inside Alex. He almost pushed her off the table as he mounted her hips and pushed as deep as he could. After three or four deep slow thrusts, he climbed off and grinned at Rob, "Give her arse a go mate, so fucking tight."

Rob didn't react, and the man shrugged and left. Alex still hadn't seen him. Another man was looking at him, he realised he was first in line. Rob silently took his place behind his wife. He looked down at her. She was bruised across her arse, and her arsehole was visibly gaped by the constant abuse. Cum was dripping from both her holes. Alex was gagging on the cock in her mouth and Rob realised she was swallowing his cum. She hardly ever gave him blowjobs and when she did he never came in her mouth. Rob undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. He pressed the head of his cock against her arsehole, a hole she had never let him fuck. Alex was already obediently licking a new mans arse while he slowly jerked off his half hard cock. Rob thrust forward and filled his wife's arsehole.

He fucked her hard, not the way they usually fucked, but angrily, almost violently. He heard her whimper into the man's arsecheeks and felt a pang of guilt, but he had to admit the previous man was write: her arse was so fucking tight. Rob grabbed his wife's hips and slammed into her over and over, his disgust and anger being channeled into using her. She was now sucking cock again, and Rob pounded as hard as he could to make her gag. He didn't last long, and he felt an orgasm building. He forced himself as deep as he could into her arse and came, panting but staying as silent as he could so Alex wouldn't know she had just been raped by her own husband.

The moment he finished, adding another load to the dozens in her arse, he staggered away and left. The entire trip home his head was spinning. But by the time he found himself back in his flat, he took his cock out, still covered in the mess of Alex's arse, and jerked off again.

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Alex was spent. The man who had just raped her arse was one of the cruelest yet, he had slammed into her like a wild animal and his razor grip on her arse had probably left her with fresh bruises. She was relieved when the next man took her cunt, and his dick was small. Of course she was still sucking a cock, her mouth and jaw never got a rest while in free use. At least today no-one had pissed on her. It was the third day, Sunday, of her four day ordeal. While the piss from the first day was never truly washed off, she wasn't as gross as when it was fresh. Similarly, everyone had cum inside her so far. As twisted as it sounded, that meant this was a fantastic day.

Of course, that could change at any moment. The man in her mouth was very rough, and as he'd already had her lick his arsehole her whole face was covered in drool now. His cock was huge, and she struggled to deepthroat it. The man was getting more and more frustrated and kept grabbing her hair and pushing her down. She couldn't do more than she was, but he seemed to enjoy her gagging.

After an incredibly long blowjob, the man seemed to be close. He took a fistful of her hair and pushed her down harder and deeper than before. Alex tried to resist but he was strong. His cock hit the back of her throat and her gag reflex triggered, but the man didn't stop. In horror, she felt the spasm of puke run up her body and she coughed up thin messy vomit onto the man's cock. He grunted in approval and pushed deeper still, making Alex gag up some more puke again. He came, and the hot cum pushed her to puke a third time, bringing his cum up in a third mess.

The man chuckled and slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. He kept hold of her hair and pushed her face down, "Clean me up, slut." he commanded. Alex shook her head, gasping and panting for a moment's relief. "Don't fucking disrespect me." said the man and she felt the cruel zap of the electrical prod on her tit. But Alex couldn't do it. The thought of licking puke off this man's cock was too much. He zapped her over and over, getting more and more frustrated. Eventually he gripped her hair and pushed her face onto the table, wiping up the messy puddle of puke and spit with her face. Alex sobbed from the pain and disgust.

The man laughed, then pinched her nose hard until Alex had no choice but to open her mouth. He immediately pushed his half hard cock into her mouth and Alex nearly puked again at the taste of puke on his cock. "That's a good whore." he said approvingly as she broke down and sucked his cock clean. The man zapped her nipples again two or three times, and then spat on her face, before finally leaving her.

The next man looked at the mess she was in - her face plastered with puke, tears and spit, and grimaced in disgust. He asked the other waiting men if anyone needed a piss to clean her off. One stepped forward and began pissing on Alex's face. He actually did remove most of the puke and Alex almost felt grateful. Accordingly she opened her mouth and obediently sucked him, and at least three others who took the invitation to "clean" her with piss.

At long last the final men left, the last one cumming on her face and hair. Alex lay on the table for several minutes, feeling her body struggle to accept what it had been through. She had another day to go before the bliss of a shower, real food and no rape.

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Rob couldn't stop thinking about it. He was horrified at himself, but it was also the most intense and addictive sexual experience of his life. He couldn't stop picturing Alex gagging on a strangers cock, or seeing the fat man fill her with cum. Not to mention feeling her whine and protest as he fucked her. He knew he had to go back.

But first he logged onto the forum and created an account. He typed out, detail by detail, every moment of his experience. Of course, he left out that he was Alex's wife. But he recommended as many men as possible take the chance to fuck her. He told them she seemed to love anal. While he typed it he jerked off.

And the very next day, Monday, was that day. He had been off work, compassionate leave, so first thing he headed straight back to Westminster. He was nearly first in the queue, so he hung back so he wouldn't be noticed by Alex. Again, she was on her hands and knees when he arrived. This time he joined the queue for her mouth. She looked even worse today than yesterday, her face and hair was covered in muck despite it being morning. She was quite enthusiastic, licking and sucking the first cock she was given and quickly earned herself a facial.

Rob stepped forward quickly, trying to keep his face obscured by his cock. Alex usually had her eyes closed so he thought the risk was slim. She opened her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. Rob realised she had got much better at this in the last few weeks. Scared of being noticed, he gripped the sides of her head and covered most of her eyes and began fucking her face.

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Alex felt surprisingly confident at the beginning of the day. She would soon be off duty for several days in a row, and Monday was always the quietest day. She sucked her first cock almost passionately, and the first cock in her cunt nearly made her cum. The second man to use her face was rough. He started by letting her suck him but soon grabbed her head and started fucking her throat. His smell was familiar, but she stuck to her policy of closed eyes and anonymity. She already knew many of her colleagues and probably friends had used her, but she preferred not to know.

Something about this cock was too familiar though. She tried to put it out her mind, but when the next cock behind her forced itself into her arse, she took the opportunity to open her eyes briefly at the shock of the pain. And she broke: it was Rob. Her husband. Violating her mouth. She couldn't look away as he mercilessly thrusted into her mouth. He looked down and their eyes met. His widened in horror as he realised she had seen him. She tried to speak, or to pull away, but Rob more firmly grabbed her hair and didn't let up, if anything getting rougher. She moaned and protested but he ignored her, staring down at her as he used her.

It didn't take him long to cum, he convulsed as he filled her mouth with cum, thrusting slowly and grunting cruelly. He pulled away and Alex started to yell, to call him a piece of shit, a pig, a monster. But before she could get out more than a syllable, another cock was in her mouth. She watched Rob sheepishly step away, doing up his jeans and not making eye contact with her. Helplessly, she watched him leave her to the rest of the men.

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Rob's head was spinning. He had never cum harder in his life. The moment Alex had looked up at his, completely at his mercy and completely desperate, he had realised he needed her this way. The look on her face when he had cum in her throat was seared into his memory. He stood outside the free use room and regained his breath. Mere minutes later he was hard again. He went back in. Alex had been flipped onto her back and a man was sitting on her face, making her rim him. Another man was just about to fuck her. Rob waited behind him and spoke loudly so she would hear, "I had her arse yesterday, I recommend it." The man laughed and obliged, stretching out her arsehole. He didn't last long, and pulled out to cum on her stomach and tits.

Rob took his place now, spreading his wife's legs and groping her tits. The man lifted off her face and she looked up at him in fear and anger. But there was less anger now, mostly fear. He entered her arsehole easily, and slowly started fucking her. She sucked cock but didn't break eye contact as Rob violated her arse for the second time. The man came in her mouth quickly, and Alex swallowed it without a second thought and whimpered, "How can you do this to me? I'm your wife." Rob grunted out each word between deep harsh thrusts,

"Not" He felt her arse clench around him, "in" he grabbed her tits and squeezed until she yelped, "here" he thrust deeper again and groaned, "cunt." He said the last word with cruelty and started to cum. "Fuck, you're just a whore in here." he managed to gasp out as he came, pumping his cum deep into Alex's arse.

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Rob couldn't do anything when he got home except jerk off, reliving every moment of the day. The power he had felt while using his wife was intoxicating. He felt addicted. Every image of his cock forcing it's way into her ass was repeating in his head. He went back to the Free Use Tourism forum and started scrolling other stories of his wife being used. Story after story of her taking cocks, swallowing cum and piss, men abusing her in every way and writing detailed reviews of her.

He knew Alex was off for two days, and he started to get a new idea. He began browsing other girls that were available locally. He wanted another married woman, another formerly good girl who was now a whore. Most free use sluts were not as high profile as his wife, but he found a promising thread. A young football player, Louise Smith, who had been well known as an influencer for healthy eating and exercise, until she was found to have a secret habit for cocaine and almost everything else, and convicted for a year of free use. That was more than six months ago, and reading further he discovered her (much less famous but wealthy) husband had already publicly disowned her. The reviews were detailed and said she was becoming an enthusiastic slut over time. She was in use only twenty minutes away on the tube. Rob was on his way within minutes.

Louise was much hotter than Alex, as a professional athlete her body was perfectly toned. She was on all fours on the floor rather than a table like Alex. It was late in the day so she was covered in cum and spit. Rob was already rock hard, comparing the clips of her on TV doing interviews with the broken whore in front of him. He waited his turn, watching her take cock after cock. She was enthusiastic, shaking her ass and licking every cock she was offered. She even moaned when a particularly big cock forced into her asshole.

It was finally Rob's turn and he looked down at her ass. He had never fucked anyone other than Alex. Her pussy was leaking cum, but it was tight and pretty. He spanked her ass a couple of times and she looked back between cocks and winked at him. She arched her back and pushed her holes out, clearly begging him to fuck her. Rob thought back to his wife hating every cock, and realised he wanted to turn her into a slut like Louise. He gripped her hips and pushed into her cunt.

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The day was over. Alex was in a van on the way to the prison, finally having finished her four day stint, and now with two days off in a row. She had completely turned off her brain after seeing her husband. When he walked into the room a second time and forced himself on her asshole she had stopped thinking and been on complete autopilot. She had never felt more humiliated.

Now she was sitting in the van alone, her thoughts and feelings were returning, and overwhelming her. She knew she was crying, but the horror in her chest was turning to actual pain. She could do nothing but sit and sob until the van arrived at the prison.

Upon entering she got a medical checkup. The doctor was a kind man who rarely expected more than a handjob. She had been disgusted at first, but now she casually stroked his cock while he ran his tests. He put on his nitrile gloves and began inspecting her. As usual he groped her tits, cunt and asshole, supposedly checking her for injury. She knew better than to complain though, and after a couple of minutes he took some swabs and smiled, "Everything looks healthy, your ass is a little bit bruised but it'll heal normally."

Alex nodded and began to get up from the bed, but he firmly pushed her back down and shifted, rubbing his cock on her face. She didn't even protest, opening her mouth and licking the head of his cock. He was groping her again, the smooth latex of his gloves was a strange sensation. She started sucking him fully, urgently bobbing her head up and down his cock. The faster he came, the faster she could be alone in her cell. She moaned as he squeezed her nipples and began rubbing his balls, trying everything to make him cum. And it worked. He didn't last long, and she swallowed it all. The let his dick fall out of her mouth and grinned, "Thank you doctor" she said sweetly, and finally was allowed to leave.

When she reached her cell, reality really did hit. She had nothing to do but sit on the hard mattress and think about how her husband had betrayed her and cruelly used her. She kept replaying the moment she realised she was sucking his cock, or the moment he came in her ass. She found herself wondering if he had been fucking other free use girls. She knew her marriage was over. Five years of free use would have strained it anyway, but she knew they were done now. She wished she could be back in the room, filled with cock so she didn't need to think. Instead, she started fingering herself, replacing her stress with arousal and eventually passing out. She dreamt of endless cocks.

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Rob came inside Louise. The first time he had ever cheated, and it was while his wife was recovering from being used against her will. Louise had fucked him, much better than Alex, thrusting her hips and begging for his cum between sucking more cocks. He grabbed her hair and made her gag on the cock she was sucking while he came, pinning her between him and the other man and filling her pussy up even more. He pulled out and panted in relief, but before he could recover, he was pushed away by another man who immediately entered her asshole. He staggered outside and returned home. He started to feel ashamed of himself, but he knew he'd be first in line for his wife in a couple of days.

Rob spent the next day browsing other free use sluts online. He spent the rest of the day thinking about seeing Alex again. In the evening, he returned to Louise, and fucked her asshole. He admired how naturally and easily she took his cock in her ass. She wasn't as tight as Alex, but her enthusiasm made up for it. The next day, he would return to use Alex.

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The next morning, Alex was back in the van, on the way to her free use. She was praying her husband wouldn't appear: she would happily fuck any man who wanted, just not him. The van driver pulled up and opened the door, but rather than ushering her out, he entered the van and undid his jeans. Alex knew her role, she knelt and started sucking his cock. He wasn't rough, and Alex took her time sucking him, knowing the delay would avoid time in the room. But eventually he did cum, and she gagged on it, trying to swallow everything. He grinned and lead her out the van.

Upon reaching the room, Alex stripped and sat on the familiar table. The guard left and she waited, casually rubbing her cunt to get it wet and provide lube. After a couple of minutes, the door opened. And in walked Rob, alone. What the fuck? Clearly her internal monologue was visible on her face, because he explained, "I spoke to the guards, proved I'm your husband. They let me in early for a few minutes."

"I don't want to see you." She felt as if she was about to cry, but she managed to hold together.

"I know. And I'm sorry for this. I didn't plan it, I just couldn't help trying you out."

"Trying me out? Trying me out?!" Alex felt anger building. "I'm your wife!" Rob didn't answer, he just approached her and put his hand on her leg. She pushed it away shuffled backwards on the table.

"The thing is, once I saw you being such a slut, I had to try it." He put his hand on her leg again, but this time his fingers gripped tightly into her thigh. "And I do prefer you in here. Here you'll actually do anal, swallow my cum, fuck me like I've deserved all this time." His hands were now on both her legs, pulling them open to expose her cunt and asshole. She kicked her legs against him and he slapped her across the face, hard. Alex froze in shock. Violence wasn't allowed during free use, and this was strictly enforced. She hadn't been hit other than light spanking. "The guards aren't going to help you, do your free use duty bitch."

He undid his belt and took out his cock, it was already hard. Alex couldn't believe how her husband had transformed. "Please don't do this." is all she could manage, and he grinned,

"Suck my cock, Alex." and he held the black shock rod to her neck. Slowly, Alex shifted, getting on all fours and lowering her head until she could take his cock. Rob groaned as she began sucking him. "Can you taste my second favourite free use slut on my cock?" he taunted her, "She loves anal more than you, can you taste her ass?" Alex burned in impotent fury. But she had to admit, she could taste a bitter taste on his cock. She let him fuck her face, feeling completely defeated.

He kept insulting her as he used her, calling her a dumb slut, telling her she deserved the free use service, even talking about how much tighter the cunt on Louise was (whoever that was). Eventually he pulled out and spat on her face. "Now give me your asshole, cunt." Alex could do nothing other than turn around and present her ass. She whined as he forced himself into her ass. Before her free use duty she had almost never done anal, only for special occasions, and hated it each time. Now she was used to the stretching feeling and the pain. But the humiliation of feeling her husband forcing her into anal was the most painful part.

Rob took his time, slowly fucking her and making sure she felt every inch. He slapped and spanked her, constantly insulting and humiliating her. He knew she would never be his wife again, and now all he wanted was to hurt her. He wanted to put her in her place. She was crying again, and he spat on her in disgust.

Finally, he came. He pushed her into the table and forced himself deep inside her asshole. He stayed inside after, holding her in place and hearing her quietly sob. Then he pulled out, "What tastes better, your ass or Louise's?" He pushed his softening cock into Alex's mouth and made her lick it clean. She did as she was told, lapping up the taste of her asshole from his cock. Just when she thought she was done, he grabbed her hair and held her head in place and started pissing. Alex struggled, trying to tear herself away, but he was firm. The piss filled her mouth and she choked, swallowing some but most spilling onto the table. Rob didn't acknowledge her gagging and she pathetically swallowed all she could.

When he stopped pissing, he stood back and looked over his wife. She was naked, her ass leaking his cum, and with piss making her hair cling to her tits. She was unrecognisable, turned completely to a broken slut. He spat in her face one last time, and left without another word. Alex collapsed on the table, but moments later the waiting men arrived and she found herself once again, filled in every hole by endless cocks. She realised she didn't deserve a husband, that she didn't deserve pleasure, she only deserved this. She accepted her place as a free use slut.

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macnmooore · 3 months ago

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Vaquero Johnny so i can talk about my headcanons for Johnny, lots of words so be wary

I’m gonna be straight to the point for this one, he’s kinda ugly but in the cute way yk? Like you see a possum and you think aww it’s so ugly it’s cute type shit. That’s how I pictured him because the girl that sat next to me for my elective class described him as utterly adorable and I was like Nu uh his ass is ugly and I kept that mentality until my history teacher explained why people saw him as cute. Like people think he’s cute because he has the classic big ass eyes and he had the potential to be cutest or handsomest guy but he couldn’t since he’s troubled and it kinda just clicked for my then. But also with the whole ugly thing, he’s also tough and hood looking to other people that aren’t part of the gang so I like to exaggerate his ruggishness with his scar and everything about him. Now with that out of the way here is the actual silly headcanons 😭

Since he most likely doesn’t get to shower often you can’t really see his curls all the much so it ends up just looking a bit wavy idk if that’s possible but I also imagine greasing your hair isn’t going to help much with caring for your curls.

He had really fucked up teeth that where never corrected because his parents don’t even love him enough to get him a new toothbrush (lil homie has been using the same toothbrush since the second grade) They don’t hurt him too much much but his jaw does lock up and sometimes causes him to slur his words. His favorite food is anything meaty and rich and also popcorn, m&ms and peanuts. (Idk how he’s eating crunchy foods like popcorn with his fucked up teeth but whatever’s) But he doesn’t get to indulge in those favorites often since his ass usually has to settle for air, water or sleeping early for dinner.

He’s left handed, that’s like the only thing his dad likes about him since he’s also left handed. Speaking of arms! He fractured his right elbow when he was like eight and never told anyone so it healed on its own but healed crooked.

As we still are on the topic of Johnny’s medical history, he either gets sick really easily during the winter or has the toughest immune system nothing in between though.

I know he has a canonical birthday and favorite color but I’m just gonna ignore that. He was born on November 5 (he only exists because of Valentine’s Day) and he looks like he enjoys the color purple idk

Some miscellaneous ones now ig. Painted his nails black since Ponyboy begged him to match with him. Johnny and Dallas have matching dog tags. He likes to name the stray animals. He’s a light sleeper but in the way how soldiers in the military are. They sleep for a few hours but still somehow manage to get a lot of energy from it but can wake up easily when needed, like for Johnny’s case, police sirens. He has a different shade of dark brown in his eyes. It’s very VERY subtle but his right eye is a lighter brown than his left. His dad used to call him a brunt cookie when he was younger. Once the cops pulled up to him at one point and he just stared at them with fear in his eyes and they gave him a number to call if he wanted a lobotomy before driving away.

#the outsiders #the outsiders fanart #johnny cade #vaquero #johnny cade fanart #johnny cade headcanons #if you saw this before no you didn't #it’s totally not a different drawing with the same headcanons of a post i made before that I deleted because I didn’t like the face #shhhhh

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shslbunnylover · 11 months ago

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★★★𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 11: 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: I never liked this song, so here's my spin on it <3

Word count: 1.1k

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You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you tried to open the main exit of the castle despite knowing that it was blocked by snow. Continuing to pull the handle, you fell back, your ass hitting the cold marble floor and electing a grunt from you.

"Damn it-" You grumbled, dusting off your uniform as you stood up. "It's not even budging," You sighed, placing your bag on the floor as you texted your friends an apology.

"Hm?" Alcina looked up from her book, her golden eyes following you from her sight in the living room where she sat with the rest of her daughters, who were all doing their separate activities. "Bela, go check up on them," She ordered, watching her oldest daughter run up to you to interrogate.

"Y/n?" Bela tapped you on the shoulder, looking down at you with curiosity. "What's wrong?"

"Oh- Miss Bela, it's nothing. I'm just unable to get out, I think we're snowed in," You smiled.

Alcina, who was overhearing the conversation, stood up swiftly and made her way to you.

"Is that so?" Her Romanian accent filled your ears as you felt the light around you be blocked out by her large figure. "Did you have somewhere you needed to be?"

You laughed nervously, nodding.

"Yes, I did. I informed my friends I was stuck though," You spoke, tilting your head up to look at the maiden. "I can find a hotel if you wouldn't mind me escaping out a window?"

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows, licking her lips slowly as if she was looking as if she was observing her next dinner.

"No," She spoke loudly, causing a shiver to go straight down your spine. "You will stay right here, in your quarters. I'm not allowing you to stay in a place of unfamiliarity for the holidays,"

You blushed softly, waving your hands in front of you.

"Please My Lady, I'll be alright!" You attempted to assure her, only to be met with more refusal.

"Absolutely not. It is freezing outside, and even though you may be human, I'm not letting you get frozen out there," The golden-eyed woman commanded, extending her claws to tap the floor below her. "You will stay right here,"

You whimpered, not wanting to defy her.

"Yes, My Lady, I'll return to my room," You nodded, picking up your bag and walking out toward the hallway where your room resided.

Once you had finally left, Alcina turned to Bela.

"Bela, make them some hot cocoa and invite them out here," She spoke.

"Mom, you're the one in love with them, you have to make the moves," The blonde squeezed her mother's hand before returning to her book in the living room.

You weren't sure why your room was bigger than the other maids, but you didn't mind the extra space. Your room was beautifully decorated, illuminated with golden candles, and dressed in a Roman Gothic style.

The walls had been lined with intricate wall hangings that were a mix of red and black, with golden flourishes at the corners. The curtains had been thick and dark crimson velvet, the floors had been mahogany and well polished until they shone. A large bed dominated the room, with two heavy dark wood tables and desks on either side, lined with books and scrolls. Across from the bed had been a large desk, the same dark wood as the tables. A large desk lamp had been sat on the desk, with a large mirror leaning against the wall nearby.

A sudden knock came from the door, pausing your movements of putting away your belongings.

"Y/n?" Alcina's voice said, slightly muffled by the large door blocking you two.

"Oh! My Lady, please come in!" You replied, smiling as the vampire made her presence apparent in your room.

"Would you like to come and sit with me? I'd hate for you to be alone," The black-haired lady smiled.

You paused, was the woman you loved inviting you to be with her?

"O-Of course," You chuckled nervously, your tone way too breathy and lovesick for your liking.

"Good, meet me out there in 30,"

After you had returned your belongings to your room, you exited out towards the living room. The walls of the room had been lined with darkly stained panels, painted in a warm, deep shade of red, and decorated with intricate golden details. The floor was mahogany, polished until it shone, even in the dim light of the candles that decorated the center of the room. Across the way, a long table was covered in a rich and expensive velvet couch, and a pair of armchairs. A heavy wooden shelf was mounted on the rear wall, lined with darkly tinted glass bottles, and filled with rare and expensive wines.

"My Lady?" You asked Alcina, slightly startling her.

"Oh! Y/n, Draga Mea, please sit," Alcina gestured to the empty spot next to her.

You nodded, sitting down next to her as you pulled up a book she had recommended to you a couple of months ago.

"Ah, I see you're finally reading it," The vampire smiled, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you against her, leaving you red-faced.

"Yes, I've been meaning to," You replied, flipping a page.

Alcina remained silent, watching your every move with her sharp golden eyes with a pink tint forming on her otherwise pale skin.

You felt safe around the lady, you felt as if all your worries were gone, and you felt...warm. You weren't sure how to say it, but something inside you said that you didn't need to, and that she already knew.

"Merry Christmas Draga Mea," The vampire squeezed your side.

"Merry Christmas My lady," You smiled.

"You know I have a surprise for you,"

"What is it?" You asked, eyes falling mainly to your feet as you were to embarrassed to look anywhere else.

Alcina pulled you in for a soft and sweet kiss, her hands finding their way to your cheeks.

"I love you," Alcina confessed with a soft and weak smile, a chuckle escaping her lips as you blush.

"My Lady...I love you too," You replied with a breathy and shaky voice, looking up at her in both shock and love.

"Alcina," She corrected you,

"Huh?"

"Call me Alcina," The taller woman pecked you softly on your lips. "After all, if we love each other that much, we should be on a first-name basis. Right?"

You nodded, laying your head on her shoulder as she hoisted you up on her lap.

Maybe being stuck in a castle for the holidays wasn't so bad after all...

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #re8 alcina #re8 village #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #wlw #wlw ns/fw #nblw #nblw ns/fw #wlw and nblw only #fluff #baby its cold outside #12 days of fluffmas #12 days of ficmas #Akira writes

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thevioletjones · 3 months ago

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Listen, the DNC fucking nailed that convention so hard, I'm positive we're gonna win.

The party platform they laid out is immaculate. The stark contrast in messaging from that of the party of loveless, bigoted, weirdo, grifter, ghouls couldn't be more plain.

Somehow, in just 4 days, the Dems have officially become the party of family values, in addition to being the party of equality and inclusivity. It's actually surreal to those of us old enough to have slogged our way through many contentious election cycles and decades of hypocrytical myopic bullshit foisted upon us by old-fashioned post-Reagan conservatives.

The selection of Tim Walz as VP turned out to be masterful. Next to him, JD Vance looks even more pathetic and stupid than he already did. The men on the republican ticket are fundamentally incapable of acting like the informed, caring adults on the historic democratic ticket.

I'm disappointed in the youth on social media as usual. As an elder millennial progressive, I have always been further left than the tickets I've voted for and the administrations I've supported. Even my favorite politicians have done things I don't like or agree with. But that's the way it is. It's something we as voters and citizens do not have full control over and never will.

I believe in a free Palestine and I in no way condone the US involvement in supplying Israel with weapons in an unjust war. I also am not a fan of the barely disguised antisemitism that's permeating that cause, and I'm smart enough to know that the entirety of the conflict is much more complex than the last year's news cycle. You can seek out documentaries by credible news sources (like the excellent Vice News program previously aired on HBO and other cable channels) that detail bothe the history of Israel, the history of Palestinian struggles, and the history of the US relationship with Israel, and what that territory means to the different religious factions that want it for themselves (and how sects of Christianity have been indoctrinated into the cause of gaining it for themselves).

The thing is that this election isn't about that relationship or that conflict. It's not about anyone else's country. It's about ours.

I'm American, but I grew up in Venezuela. They just had a big election there that resulted in a steal from a dictator-like unpopular president. But unlike ee did with Trump the first time he lost, they can't actually get his ass out of the presidential palace. Chavez and Maduro have ruined that country with the same anti-democratic tactics that Trump would love to employ and pushed millions of citizens to emigrate from the country.

None of that is about the US either.

My point being, every country on this planet has it's own problems that for better or for worse, we have to largely leave in the hands of the citizens of those nations to resolve.

This is your opportunity to continue the slow correction of the path we've been on in America since Clinton and Obama. It's a slow march towards progress that keeps getting stymied and dragged back, then pushed a little bit forward again. These moderate liberals are the only vote we have that will ever possibly lead to a truly progressive hero and champion. You know, most likely someone in one of our generations.

Millenials and Gen Z have a lot in common, but as the older of the two, I'm telling you, only time and experience will prove to you that you can't have everything in one candidate or even an entire party, and wasting your ability to actually make a difference for noble ideals that won't make an actual difference to those lives you think you're trying to save is illogical.

Israel will not stop bombing Gaza because you sat out of a US election, or because you protested the DNC, or protest voted 3rd party.

Until the system is overhauled, there is no point in 3rd party voting. Of course we should have more than 2 options. We don't.

Anyway....... I am joyful this week.

I still can't believe Grandpa Joe actually got pushed out of the nomination. They are taking this swift shift to Kamala Harris and running Sha'Carri Richardson fast with it.

Get on board.

It's nice not to feel doomed all the time. I don't even care if it's partially an illusion. I know the alternative is a living nightmare that needs to end.

#dnc #kamala harris #elections #vote #harris/walz 2024 #we're gonna hold onto this silly country by the skin of our teeth

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bakugo-dee · 2 years ago

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WTF

Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (female)

Warning: Some cursing

“What do you mean I am being benched?” you yelled at the Commissioner as you paced around the room. “I am the top Hero here, Tsukauchi! Why the heck would you do this to me? Besides, you know you need me for the next mission!?” “We received intel on current situations that threaten your safety. It seems that you are being targeted by the League of Villains (LV) and your recent run-in with Dabi has all agencies on high alert.” Tsukauchi sat behind his desk rubbing his temples as if trying to relieve a headache. “OH?! (you exclaimed, stopping in your tracks) All agencies huh?” “Yes. All agencies.” You crossed your arms and gave him a side glance “So…which one gave you the intel?” “Dynamight’s.” “Dynamight?!” you slammed your hands on his desk “Y…yes.” You knew better than to be taking your frustration out on the man in front of you. This turn of events wasn’t his doing after all. He was just following protocol. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and softly sighed “I see.” You turned to exit the Commissioner’s office “(Y/H/N)…wh…where are you going? This is only temporary. At least until we can figure out why the League is after you.” “You already know why. And don’t worry, I’ll be back. Right after I set HIS ass on FIRE!!!!” With a confused look on his face, Tsukauchi watched as you let the door slam behind you “His ass? She doesn’t mean Dynamight’s…does she?”

No one at Hero Public Safety Commision (HPSC) knew of your current relationship with the #2 Hero Dynamight and the #8 Hero Red Riot. Due to your line of work, it was safer this way. Heck, other than Naomasa Tsukauchi, who had recently been elected President of the HPSC, no one even knew your true identity. The saddest part out of all this secrecy was that not even your own boyfriends knew just how powerful you were.

Your telekinesis quirk had manifested at an early age and it quickly caught the attention of the HPSC. Your quirk not only allowed you to move objects, but you could also manipulate matter at will. Your limitation was your own imagination. The HPSC approached your family with an offer to have you trained as a member of an elite group of heroes but you would need to keep your abilities a secret. You were allowed to attend UA as part of the General Studies course and that’s where you met the boys.

“UGH! DAMN YOU KATSUKI! Why the heck aren’t you answering your phone?” You threw your cell phone over to the passenger seat of your SUV. All your calls kept going to voicemail and he wasn’t reading any of your text messages. The staff at his agency wouldn’t tell you where he was, only that he wasn’t available. This of course was standard procedure. They don’t know your Dynamight’s girlfriend and as far as they’re concerned you could be a villain plotting to attack the #2 Hero.

Your heart was racing with anger as you pulled up to the front gate and saw thier cars parked in the driveway. Trying to keep your calm, you think back to the day on the lake when the three of you confessed your feelings for each other. How the heck do 3 best friends fall in love with one another. The thought still baffled you but the past year had been so amazing and now here you were sharing a home with them. Even though you had some reservation at first. Things had been going great up until 2 weeks ago when you were approached by the notorious villain, Dabi.

Your undercover job at the Hero Commission was working in the PR Department. You were at a mall signing with some sidekicks and that’s where Dabi saw you. He was scoping the scene to gain intel for the LV and took a liking to you. He had no clue who you were, much less that you were a Secret Agent for the HPSC or in a relationship with the #2 and #8 Heroes. He managed to corner you behind the stage and struck up a conversation. Before you knew it he was trying to recruit you into the League of Villains and then tried kidnapping you when you refused. After a brief scuffle which led to a fight between him and the present Heroes, he escaped and you managed to walk away with only a few minor burns. However, the whole ordeal freaked out your overprotective boyfriends and for the past few weeks they have been pushing you to quit your job and stay home where they could keep you safe. Their lack of faith in your abilities has made you bitter towards them but then how could you blame them, they don’t know what you’re capable of.

You rush into the house and are quickly greeted by Kirishima hugging you. “Hey baby! You’re home early. Wha…what are you wearing?” In your rush to get home to confront Katsuki you forgot to change out of your hero costume. “Ummm…Nevermind that…where is HE?!?!” “Bakugo?” “YES! Bakugo! Where the HELL is he?!” “Baby are you ok? You seem a little agitated.” “OH! I seem a little agitated. I am way passed agitated! Where the FUCK is he RED?!” “Ummm…baby??” You push a stunned Kirishima aside and head to the outdoor training facility. He chased after you, but to his surprise you were so much faster than him. At this point you are so angry that you are no longer in control of your quirk and flames start to spread all over your body.

You smash the doors to the training facility “BAKUGO KATSUKI!!!!” You have now unleashed the full power of your quirk and are flying high engulfed in flames. Bakugo is staring at you in horror and disbelief. “Princess??? You…you…can fly? What the CRAP!?” You start shooting flames and hurling nearby objects at him simultaneously. “Baby Girl? What the…? Stop…you idiot.” He tries to dodge your attacks but one after another you land them all. You manage to pin him under a boulder, knocking him unconscious. “(Y/N)!!!!” Kirishima finally runs in “STOP!!!! What are you doing? You’re going to kill him!” and with those words you look down to where Katsuki is lying. The shock of what you have just done over takes you and you collapse to the ground in tears. “Katsuki? I…I…I’m sorry.” You lift the boulder off of him as Kirishima rushes to his side.

“Is…is he ok?” “He’s unconscious. We need to get him to the hospital. He might have head trauma.” “What?” “Com’on.” Kirishima lifts him up in one swoop and the two of you rush to the car. You climb in the back seat of the truck and Kiri places Bakugo in your lab. “Katsuki…babe…I am so sorry. Please be ok. I didn’t mean to…” You say softly as your tears fall onto his face. “Baby…please…I am sorry. Please…I was just so angry.” “(Y/N), what the hell is going on? What was that? I’ve never seen you display that type of power before. Where did that come from?” “This is my power.” you reply with a heavy sigh and tears streaming down your face. “What?” “Kiri…please just get us to the hospital. I’ll explain everything later.” “Ok baby but…um…I am not going to lie…uh…I am pretty terrified of you right now.” “I’m pretty terrified of myself too. (you look down at Katsuki) Baby…can you hear me?” He opens his eyes slightly “Princess…you dumbass…what the heck was that?” “OH BABY! Shhhhh…don’t talk. We are taking you to the hospital. I am sooooo sorry.”

Once at the hospital, Bakugo is quickly taken in to see a healer. You and Kirishima are sitting across from each other in the waiting room. Normally he would be all over you in situations like this but after what he just witnessed, he’s been keeping his distance and you don’t blame him. Your phone rings “Hey. I am at the hospital. Can you come meet me here? Great. Thanks.” “Who was that?” “The Commissioner.” “What? Why is he calling you?” You don’t respond to Kirishima’s questions. The nurse walks in “He has been asking for you both. You can go in and see him now.” You walk in silence to his room. Kirishima walks in first. “Katsuki! Are you ok babe?” “Yeah…shity hair…I am fine. Where is (y/n)?” You step out from behind Kirishima. “Hey.” “Hey? Is that all you have to say to me?” He is angry but not as angry as you expect. “What the FUCK was that? Since when do you have that kind of power?” “I was angry at you. You had me benched.” “What? What do you mean I had you benched?” “Your agency. They called the HPSC and had me benched.” “Princess…you’re going to need to do some more explaining than that because I don’t have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about Dumbass and what the HECK are you wearing!” Just then, Naomasa Tsukauchi walks in. “(Y/H/N)?” “It’s ok, Tsukauchi. You can call me by my real name here.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you in confusion. “Um (y/n)…why is the Commissioner here and why did he just call you (Y/H/N)?” “Because that’s my Hero name.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you with a look of confusion “WHAT THE FUCK?!!!”

#bakugo x reader #bakugo x kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #mha smut #female #bakugo x kirishima x reader (female)

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diveyne · 21 hours ago

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non americans really pissing me off. the lack of empathy is insane. we are watching our democracy crumble and our rights being stripped away with a FULL REPUBLICAN CONGRESS TOO. remember when trump said we would never have to vote again? i knew exactly what it meant the moment he said it. people also not understanding that this country, UNFORTUNATELY, is a massive BIPARTISANSHIP. and every dumb tiktoker who sat and said “oh gen z will turn the tide” yeah because gen z white men are all neonazis lmao. and white women in this country will actively vote against their own rights if it means a black woman wont be in office. fuck off.

and the disingenuous, performative, bad faith guilt trips and attempts to shame people like “oh you voted for kamala? so you want palestinians to die?” imagine what’s going to happen now with trump. like??? he literally said he’s going to bomb the shit out of iran next. with kamala we could have a CHANCE at having her hear us out and doing something about israel.

AMERICAN IS A BIPARTISANSHIP. people who have zero understanding of politics genuinely are showing their asses. and i don’t blame everyone because the education system has failed us. not everyone has a civics class or good teachers.

but what that means is third party candidates will NEVER have a chance at winning a presidential election. a vote for third party was a vote for trump. voting third party might help your conscience but it does nothing for the country. but the biggest people to blame are the radicalized white men. the fucking boomers. all these maga cult bitches who hate the idea of a woman, a black woman, in office so bad and have brains so rotted with nonsense rhetoric. it’s a lack of education, genuinely. i will never forgive bush for his no child left behind policy because EVERYONE damn well got left behind, especially in rural counties.

it’s not fair. but moreover i need non americans to shut the fuck up. there are those who do, and equally as many who don’t, understand that america’s president affects their country too. so quit with the shaming as if voter suppression doesn’t exist. that gerrymandering doesn’t exist. that elon musk wasn’t out there incentivizing people with money to vote for trump. that black and brown americans were literally blocked from voting. that a convicted felon was even ALLOWED to run again. so many blue counties trying their best in overwhelmingly red states because there are poc and lgbt communities trying so fucking hard to matter. i’m sick. i’m fucking sick.

do not dare look at me and shame me for voting for kamala and say “wow so you’re not anti war? you don’t want to free palestine?” because i didn’t waste my vote on jill stein. how can i do anything to help anyone else if I AS AN ASIAN QUEER WOMAN DONT HAVE ANY RIGHTS. fuck lmao

like trump is 100% going to pass legislation that allows him to be in office until he dies. how is america going to help anyone now???? like. fuck bro LIKE.

#not to get political but i’m so pissed off #ooc.#tbd.#negative -

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bluelancess · 9 months ago

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Midnight Blooms | Elriel AU chapter 2/?

Sports romance, college AU.

Summary: When Elain is told by her father, a ruthless politician, that she is to marry the son of one of his closest friends, Lucien Vanserra, to assure her father’s win on the next election, she has no other choice but to agree. What she never expected was her convictions being tested by a tall, devastatingly beautiful black-haired hockey player who moved in right next door. And if there was one thing Elain was certain of, was that Azriel posed a dangerous threat to the previously dormant desires roaming inside her. And she needed to stay far, far away from him.

Tags: forbidden love, arranged marriage, forced proximity, modern setting, slow burn

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Chapter 2

I notice everything you do or don't do

AZRIEL

Cassian hits my shoulder hard with one of his huge hands as soon as the main door to the girl’s house closes, and none of them are looking at us anymore. He has probably been waiting to punch me since the invite for the party escaped my lips.

Good thing he didn’t aim for the jaw or cheekbone, although we do have a no-face-punching rule, but Cassian tends to forget it pretty often. Or at least that’s how he excuses himself every fucking time.

“What the fuck was that, Az?” He grunts my way. “You want to kill our party before it even starts?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I tell him, taking a couple steps back, I’m holding my third bottle of beer in my right hand, it’s almost over, the liquid pretty much room temperature.

Last semester, when we lived in that awful one bedroom apartment near campus, parties were one hundred percent off limits. We didn’t even have a living room, for fuck’s sake. The kitchen consisted of the tiniest little oven ever, and a sink that barely fit two plates and a mug. Granted, the rent was cheap. So cheap, we could spend the rest of our money on take-out, liquor and WiFi, which is pretty much all you need to survive college.

But a couple weeks before finals, the whole building was infested with the fattest, and ugliest rats I’ve ever seen, Cassian even made a sport out of getting the little fuckers out of the apartment, and I guess it was a silent agreement that we couldn’t stay there for another year. No fucking way.

So I saved every penny I got from all the jobs my boss assigned me during the summer. Yes, maybe not all of them were entirely legal, but they payed generously and in cash, how was I supposed to pass the opportunity when it got us this amazing house? It is only a bonus that we have three, hot as fuck neighbors. Almost like the universe is rewarding us for all the shit it made us go through when we were children.

About fucking time.

“Dramatic? I’ve been planning this thing for weeks,” Cassian says, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. “It’s the last time I can get properly drunk before practice starts. Coach is a pain in the ass with his no-drinking-during-the-season-or-get-the-fuck-out rule, and you know it.”

“Let’s go inside,” Rhys says, leaving the end of the sentence hanging unsaid in the air, but I imagine it would go as something like: you uncivilized brutes.

“You’re just proving my point, Cass,” I say, hiding a smile, looking over my shoulder one last time at the house on the other side of the street, I stop on my tracks when I see the curtain of the kitchen window rustle. Are they still watching us?

Is she still watching us?

The pretty, quiet one. Fuck, I couldn’t look away from those big, sweet eyes and those full, pink lips. I’d die to just give them a little taste, a tiny bite until she’s melting and moaning against me. I remember her from last year. We took a class together, I’m pretty sure she never really noticed me. She sat at the front, I sat on the back. She was quiet, so shy, did all the group assignments on her own, and always got the highest grade. The professor used to be a jerk and tease her because she was so smart, but so damn quiet she never showed how fucking intelligent she was to the rest of the class. I had to fight the urge to kick his ugly ass whenever he started his shit with her.

It made the whole class laugh at her expense, the fucking asshole.

I admit my reasons for inviting them to the party were completely selfish. I saw an opportunity and took it. Now, the real surprise would be if she actually shows up tomorrow night.

“I also think it is a good idea to have them over for the party,” Rhysand says, putting one hand on my left shoulder, and the other on Cassian’s, guiding us inside the house. “They won’t call the cops if they’re having a good time. Right, Az?”

I shrug. “Sure.”

“Oh, come on, you two,” Cassian shakes his head like his disappointed. “Always thinking with your dicks.”

“Not my problem that girl is giving you blue balls.” I say, walking a bit faster to get away from him before he decides to punch something other than my shoulder.

Cassian grunts.

“Is that why you’ve been so moody all summer?” Rhys asks lifting a brow, and Cass shoots him a death glare. “Wait, don’t tell me you fell in love with this girl after just one night, Cassian. We’re not fifteen anymore”

“Shut up, asshole.”

“I’m just saying.” Rhys lifts both hands in the air, innocently.

I smile, watching them. We’ve been together, the three of us, since we were little kids. Pretty much fending for ourselves in a world that doesn’t like people like us. Alone, but never really lonely. From foster home to foster home. By some miracle, we were always placed together in different families. Five to be exact. Most kicked us out after a couple months, claimed we were too much to handle, or whatever the fuck that means.

We were children, noisy, curious, maybe a little too energetic, but they wanted us to behave like robots, follow orders to a tee, never complain, and of course, they wanted the government’s money. Turns out, dealing with us wasn’t worth the little compensation they were receiving, so ultimately all of them ended up throwing us back into the black whole we came from.

Everything changed when we got to Gramps and Nana’s house. Recently retired, house empty after their biological kids were all grown up and left, they decided to take us in. Treated us like their own. It was so unlike every single other house we’d been at, the we contemplated running away the first two weeks. It felt too good to be true. Almost like a trap.

Nana won us over with her killer brownies and Gramps taught us everything he knew about hockey.

We wouldn’t be here without them.

“Well, don’t ask,” Cassian starts walking up the stairs, like the subject actually bothers him, which is completely unusual for him. “I’m telling you guys, those girls are going to be nothing but trouble.”

Rhys eyes gleam like he’s visualizing exactly what Cassian is referring to, and he’s up for the challenge.

“Isn’t that the fun of it, Cass?” Rhys teases him.

“When you’re the one walking around with blue balls over that girl, Rhys, we’ll talk.”

“Oh, but I won’t.” Rhys’ voice is laced in arrogant confidence.

“She has a boyfriend,” I remind him, nearing our brand new couch in the living room. It’s dark blue, almost black, and it’s huge. It had to be, if it wants to fit the three of us at the same time. Gramps gifted it to us before we moved here, said he couldn’t bare the thought of us sitting on the floor on such a big house. Is pretty much the only piece of decent furniture we own.

“Not for long.” Rhys shrugs, opening the fridge we have in the living room and grabbing another beer. It seemed like a better place than the kitchen, considering that if we’re watching sports we don’t have to walk all the way there to grab something to drink.

Cassian barks a laugh. “You’re too cocky, is going to bite you in the ass.”

“I happen to enjoy ass bites.” Rhys laughs again, and I’m silently glad we’re not fighting.

We hardly ever do.

We’ve been through so much already, always sticking together, and having each other’s back, that there doesn’t seem to be anything that would be important enough for us to fight over.

Cassian shakes his head, and climbs the stairs like he has so much pent up energy he’d like to release. A couple seconds later, he’s blasting music in his bedroom and to probably hide the annoying noise his rusty-ass treadmill makes. It’s so old the damn thing is practically falling apart by just looking at it.

“If I’d known those three lived here, I would’ve moved out from that rat hell a lot sooner,” Rhys says, sitting next to me, and turning on the television, none of us really pay attention to it. I don’t have to look at my brother to know his eyes are also glued to the window right beside the screen, the one that gives us a front row seat to the house in front.

“They moved in last year,” I tell him, taking the beer from his grip to steal a sip.

“You know them?” He asks me, a curious look in his eyes. I know almost everyone. I like to watch people. Listen when they think I’m not paying attention. I happened to learn at a very young age, that information is the real currency of the world. It can get you pretty much anywhere you want to go if you know how to use it correctly.

“Just two of them.” I tell him, giving his beer back. “The third one is probably a freshman. I’d never seen her around here before.”

“I hadn’t seen any of them around here before.”

“Nesta’s pre-law,” I begin to explain. “Has every loser in campus either shitting their pants on her presence or trying to get into her pants.”

“That’s Cassian’s?” Rhys asks, as if it needs confirmation.

“Yup,” I nod. “And Elain… No idea what her major is. She’s pretty reserved, keeps to herself, doesn’t go out much.” I shrug, pretending she doesn’t pique my interest in the slightest, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “I took a class with her last year, I’m guessing she’s maybe an art major.”

Rhys takes a big gulp from his beer. “That leaves us the third sister.”

“Right, the one with the boyfriend.”

“Love it that you keep reminding me,” Rhys shoots me a not so friendly glare.

“There’s a thousand girls on campus that would pretty much give up their first born to sleep with you, Rhys,” I remind him. “No need to want one that’s unavailable.”

“I happen to like challenges.” His shoulders go tense when the door of the house in front of ours opens, and the girl whose name we don’t know yet walks out, some cash on her hand. There’s a bike in the street, some skinny guy pulling handing her two boxes of pizza.

She thanks him with a wide smile, and Rhys takes a long gulp from his beer.

“Yeah, but you’re a sore loser.”

He smiles wickedly at me. “Which only means I have to make sure I don’t lose.”

I roll my eyes, and he simply lets out a dark chuckle. I’m not joking when I say any of us could get literally any girl on campus we wanted. They’re practically drooling at our feet, mostly after games, and the quota of girls drastically increases if we win it. But, after a couple years playing for the Night Beasts, and getting used to the attention, it has only made it… boring. Predictable.

Too easy.

Rhysand grabs the keys of his pick-up truck that were laying on top of the fridge and hands me his half empty beer bottle.

“Where are you going?”

“To buy the best fucking wine I can get my hands on.”

He leaves before I can stop him, and I’m left on my own in the big, dark first floor of the house, surrounded by nothing but shadows, peeking trough the window like a complete stalker, at the way they’re sitting in the kitchen table, eating pizza and laughing. My eyes glued to one of the sisters in particular, her soft smiles, the curve of her neck, her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink, putting such filthy images in my head I force myself to look away, adjust the bulge on my pants and go take a cold shower.

Fuck.

It’s going to be a long year.

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in honor of time magazine softlaunching elriel i decided to post another chapter! I actually never thought people would read it so i'm glad you guys are liking it<333

#elriel #pro elriel #elain x azriel #pro elain #azriel x elain #acotar #azriel #elain archeron #elriel AU #elriel fanfiction

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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 year ago

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Daddy, Look!

Marvel | Starker

Tony was just trying to give Peter something to keep him busy on the long train ride, but brats can't stand to be ignored.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

For Aech <3

Warnings/tags: public sex, D/s, daddy kink, remote control vibrator, brat!Peter, femboy!Peter

The train rattled along the tracks. Open countryside rolled by bringing a peaceful sort of energy to the passengers on board. Except for Peter who couldn't quite sit still. He clasped his hands in his lap and squeezed his thighs together. He was grateful that the sound of the train covered the buzzing sound coming from his lap. Their car was open to the twenty or so other passengers who sat and relaxed or wandered around stretching their legs. A man sat across from them reading a newspaper. Across the aisle was a group of three women who chatted excitedly. No one was paying him any attention, but it sure felt like everyone was watching.

Tony's hand dropped onto his thigh. He coaxed Peter's legs apart, not much, but enough of a suggestion. His fingers teased his skin for a moment before settling in place. The man seemed otherwise enraptured with the crime novel he was reading.

Peter took a deep breath. The vibration was constant and that meant he was slowly getting used to it. He could tolerate it now. He watched out the window and couldn't help bouncing up out of his seat as a herd of black and white cows came into view.

"Tony, look! Cows!"

"Cute," Tony said. His fingers trailed up the back of his thigh and palmed his ass. The toy inside him changed settings to something pulsing and hard to ignore. Peter leaned back into Tony's hand, moaning quietly before he remembered where they were. He gasped and jumped back into his seat where he glared at the man. Tony only chuckled.

"Excellent view don't you think?"

Peter swatted his arm. "I hate you."

Tony gripped his chin, eyes narrowed. The vibration increased until Peter's eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open. "You what?"

"Please daddy," Peter gasped. "Daddy please please please-" he panted. He couldn't stop. Stuck begging and squirming, completely helpless.

The toy slowed, then stopped. "Oh, but you hate me." Tony faked a pout. He turned away to look out the window. Peter climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean it."

Tony looked at him, seeming to debate if he would forgive him or not. He gave him a quick kiss. "It's alright, baby."

Peter settled back in the seat, but the toy remained off. Only now he wanted it on. He waited patiently as the train kept rolling, but his patience didn't last forever.

"Daddy?" he whined.

"Hm?" Tony barely acknowledged.

Peter glared. He wasn't going to tolerate that at all. He picked himself up and sat on Tony's lap, squirming in an effort to make himself comfortable until Tony had to grab his hips and stop him.

"What are you reading?" Peter asked innocently.

"You wouldn't like it," Tony answered.

"Tell me about it. I'm bored."

"You should have brought something to do."

"I should do you," Peter said simply without bothering to lower his voice.

Tony was phased. "Then you should behave better."

"I was only showing you cows." Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll keep 'em to myself next time."

"Don't be a brat."

Peter stood and turned to sit on the opposite bench. He didn't even look at Tony as he slid next to the other man.

"Reading something interesting?" he asked with a smile.

The man smiled back, looking up from his paper as if from a dream. Or maybe as if he were falling into one. Peter let him tell him all about a mayoral election in his town while he slowly spread his legs apart and let his skirt ride up. He wasn't even sure Tony had noticed when the man decided to join their conversation.

"That's very interesting," he said and when Peter looked at his face the toy clicked back on. He was too distracted to catch the rest. But the stranger started talking so Peter went back to nodding politely at him, hiding his disappointment when the toy stopped.

"I've heard about him. He has some big opinions on food taxes," Tony commented. Peter looked at him again, brain melting as his eyes met his face and he realized the game they were playing. The conversation faded away as he looked at Tony and the toy buzzed higher and higher as if rewarding him for forgetting anyone else existed. He didn't have any control over it when he came. Only the tiniest squeak escaped him. They both looked at him, one concerned and the other smug. The toy died down and then stopped.

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Yes, sir," Peter choked out. "Excuse me." He went back to his seat, pressing into Tony's side like a frightened puppy.

Tony carried on until the conversation died naturally. The other man went back to his newspaper.

"You get what you wanted?"

Peter considered the trouble he'd get in if he told Tony he hated him twice in one day. "Yes," he admitted instead.

Tony only chuckled and gave him a kiss.

#starker #marvel #prompt fill

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A/N = I'm so fuckin' in love with this idea of Toji being the caretaker. I spent about 8 hours working on this yesterday and today fine-tuning it. Hope you guys like my take on Nurse!Toji au

C/W = mentions of surgery, more specifically breast augmentation, infection, heart stops beating, death but not dying kinda, y/n's mom is there for her, person in position of power having their way with patient but patient is more than ok with it), fingering, squirting, grinding, not-so-dry humping, oral [M->F], if I missed anything please let me know.

WC = just over 10k.

I'll add this to my m.list when I'm home.

NSFW // MDNI under the cut.

"NATURAL WOMAN"

Saturday, 7pm

"Is, is it, ahh-owwww!!" You were just coming out of anesthesia from your elective surgery.

"Hi, y/n. You're at the hospital, and you're waking up from surgery. How is your pain on a scale of 1 - 10?" The man asked you. His voice almost lulled you back to sleep as it came out in velvet waves washing over your ears.

"I don't ... like a 6?" You said as you laid there with your eyes closed against the bright lights above you. "I definitely feel it. But it's not unbearable."

"Ok, good. That's good. Well, I'm going to be the one who helps get you up and on your feet again. My name is Toji Fushiguro. You can call me whatever. Toji. Toj'. Nurse Toji. Nurse F. You get the idea. I'll be your nurse for the foreseeable future. Can I get you anything right now? Water, ice chips? You probably shouldn't eat until the anesthetic has worn all the way off. But water will help flush it out faster." He stared at you as you tried to process all of the information he just dumped on you.

The only thing that made sense to you was how fucking hot your male nurse was.

"Y/n? Miss L/n? Are you doing ok?" He came over to you and grabbed your hand to check your pulse. "It's slightly elevated."

"I'm fine! Ok? I'm fine. It's just ... ugh. Never mind." You spit out, grumpily. You wanted to say that your heart was beating so damn fast because he made it beat like that.

"Well shit. Ok, then. Push the call button if you need anything. I'll be at the nurses' station." You watched his ass fill out his scrubs with each step he took. You could've screamed, but that might have popped some stitches.

Sunday, 2am

All you knew was that you were in immense pain and it was late when you woke up. The recovery room was at the back of the hospital near the last nurses station on the floor. The lights were dim, and everyone spoke in a hushed tone.

You reached for the call button, but it hurt to stretch your arm, and you cried out.

"FUCK! Nurse!? Tommy! Timothy? Toby!? FUCK WHAT WAS HIS NAME!?"

Your nurse stuck his head in the room. "Hey! Shut ... the ... hell ... up!" He said in a whisper-yell. "You're not the only one on this floor that's recuperating from a surgery, ok? Jesus. Now what? Why are you screaming the wrong name? My name is TOJI. T-O-J-I. Ok? Now say it with me, sweetheart, TO-JI."

You slouched down into the hospital bed and pouted. You hated getting reprimanded. Even though you were 19, it still stung. It still pissed you off.

"I'm in pain." You grumbled.

"Yeah, I gathered as much." He shot back sarcastically. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Excuse me? You're supposed to help me. So fucking help me." You glared at him. He looked almost smug, the way he was staring back at you. Like he was going to enjoy what was about to happen next.

Toji pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and sat, manspreading his hot ass all over the place.

"Now, darlin', that? Right there? What you and I just went through? THAT is not the way to get on my good side. I can make your stay here heaven. Or," he leaned up, resting his elbows on his thighs, "I can make it a hell your worst nightmares haven't even considered. SO, sweetheart, I know which route I'd like to go. But it's allll up to you." He smiled at you, the scar on his lips looking a lot like you needed to lick it.

You took a shallow breath. The size breath you wanted to take would have surely blown your new tits out.

"Tojiiii," in your sweetest voice, you said his name. Correct, this time. "I'm sorry. I just had silicone shoved into my chest and it fucking hurts. Would you be so kind as to help me alleviate this pain that I'm in? Please. No, pretty please?" If it didn't hurt so much you'd have shoved your chest out at him to sway him to your favor. But you were shit out of luck on that front.

He sat back and looked at his hands, picked imaginary dirt out of his fingernails then sighed.

"I have some work that I could go do while you continue to sweet talk me. I can bring the tablet in here and finish everything while you're on your knees, beggin' me to help you. Figuratively, of course. This floor is fuckin' filthy. Seriously, always wear your socks if you can."

You sighed heavily as your train of thought drifted from pain management to flicking your tongue over the head of his cock. On the slit from whence life shot.

Toji sat there watching your face phase from one twisted in discomfort to something reminiscent of a happy daydreamer.

"You good, kid?" He asked, feeling a little bad for bringing you back to reality.

"Hm? Mmm, uh-huh. But I - I'm not a kid. I'm going to be 20 in 4 days. God willing, I won't have to celebrate in this place." You rolled your eyes at the horrible thought. Why did you even opt for surgery this close to your birthday, anyway? Stupid idiot.

"No offense, Your Highness." Toji bowed, his hair brushing your hand as he bent over. It was so soft. You wanted to grab it. Like, run your fingers through, get a good grip, and grab it. But it hurt to move your arms so you left well enough alone.

"'Your highness.' I like that, Nurse Toji. I think I'll dub thee … Sir Care-A-Lot. Does that work?" You asked sarcastically. Forgetting yourself for a moment to be a total shit to him. It just seemed like so much fun to push his buttons.

He scoffed, "That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard. Just call me Toji, ok? I'll come back in a bit to check on you, sweetheart."

You watched him in his 1 man parade out the door and wished that he'd stop and stretch for a moment and give you a little glimpse of his lower back. He turned one more time to see that you were ok and headed off down the hall.

Sunday, 6:30am

"Hi, girl. I'm headin' out for my blessed 3 day weekend. I'll be back on Thursday for my 12'er to steal your jello cups, ok? I'll catch you later, kid. And hey, didn't you say your birthday was on Thursday? Maybe I won't steal your jello then. But Friday, it's mine. Do you need anything before I go? Kid? You sleepin' or somethin'? Hey ..."

Toji walked over to you to see if you were even awake. He should have thought about that before he started talking to you. It was early in the morning for everyone else, but late at night for him.

"Girl, if you're ignorin' me, that's a game you can't win. Trust me. I got plenty of exes that can attest to me being the master of ignorin' stuff. Sweetheart?"

Your blood pressure bottomed out and the machines went haywire. Toji hit the blue button on the wall and started to administer CPR immediately.

"Goddamn it, baby girl, c'mon. C'mon! SHIT!" He laid the bed back and began chest compressions. He pushed so hard on your chest that something cracked. "Sorry, sweetheart. That's gonna hurt when you wake up."

He tilted your head and began mouth-to-mouth. He toyed with the idea of what it’d be like to kiss you. But never like this. He never thought his lips would touch yours because of something like this. It's not at all what he wanted.

About 30 seconds after Toji started, a doctor came barreling into the room and took over. Toji had already prepared you for him with all the medications you had in your IV line. All they had to do now was hope that this doctor could do the rest.

Within moments you were gasping for air. You sputtered and choked as your throat relaxed and lungs filled with air. Your chest burned as it expanded because of the surgery.

You raised your head and looked around, but you couldn't keep your eyes open because everything was blurry.

"Baby girl, I need you to take slow, shallow breaths, ok? It's too soon for anything deep. Just listen to the machine. The way that it cycles ... match that rhythm. Just breathe with it and calm down, sweetheart." Nurse Toji wiped the tears off your cheeks. "Are you cold?" He asked and looked around. Your covers were in the closet, so he motioned for another nurse to get them for him. They grabbed them and handed them to Toji, where he carefully placed them on top of you, tucking you in.

"Now, I know that it's probably a bad time for you to be moving around too much and freakin' out. So let's make sure that everything stays calm and easy. The good doctor that brought you back has recommended a light sedative. Ok, darlin'? You'll feel really tired and like you might fall asleep in a few moments. The doctor is just outside, and we'll be sure to tell them when you're resting. Let's just get this settled first, and we'll talk more tomorrow, alright?"

He rolled a chair back behind him so he could sit while he put a 5 ml vial on the IV tower. His massive form barely fit inside the tiny seat, making the legs dig into the hard tile floor as he fidgeted. Once he got situated and hooked everything up , he locked eyes with you one last time.

He asked, "It's 1:29 in the morning, and I've got your left wrist, yes or no?"

"W - what the hell are you talking about? It's almost 7 in the morning and you're not even touching me." You answered. "I almost died, I'm not an idiot, Toby." You smirked at Toji, waiting for him to catch on to your gibe.

"Cute! You're ... just ... the cutest and funniest little thing ever, aren'cha? Jesus. You scared the shit out of me just now, baby girl."

You slowly reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes. "I'm not a baby."

It occurred to you that he might just be this attentive with all of his patients. You hoped you were wrong though. In just the short time he's been taking care of you, you're pretty sure you're really starting to see him as more than just a nurse. And that's probably going to be an issue later on. Though there was a part of you that couldn't help it. Or you could, but chose to let the cards fall where they may.

"Relax, princess. I call everyone some kinda name or another. I'm bad with names. An' I know what you're gonna say. 'As a nurse, Toji, you should be better at remembering people's names, Toji. It's a huge part of your job to know who you're administering medications to, Toji.' An' I know all of this. I check charts 3, 4, 5 times before I'm sure of who's gettin' what. I know what I'm doing. I'm good at my job. I worked my ass off to get here, and I'm proud of where I'm at now. So just quit bein' so damn dramatic about it. It's just a nickname. Ok? Nothin' else."

Your heart may as well have stopped beating again. That hurt. Deep down, you'd hoped that you were somehow more special than all of his other patients. Past or present. But he's right. It's just a nickname. You tried to straighten yourself up in the bed, and something inside of you sent you reeling in pain.

"Oh god, fuck fuck fuck!!! Oh my god, Toji! It hurts, my chest hurts!" Heavy tears fell from your {e/c} eyes and all you could do was lay there while your own body betrayed you. "Why does it feel like I'm on fire? Toji! Help me!"

He was out of the chair and trying to find what the cause of your pain could be before you could say his name again.

"Where does it hurt, y/n! Point to where it hurts!"

You pointed to your breasts and he ripped your hospital gown off, as gentle as he was fast.

And that's when he saw it. Your breasts were way more red and swollen than they should have been for nearly 36 hours post-op.

Your skin was so red, and your sutures were bleeding. Though that may have been from the strain of Toji pressing on your chest. All you knew was that you felt like you swallowed a lit match and you were burning from the inside out.

The look on Toji's face told you everything you needed to know. This was bad. And it was probably going to take time to make it go away.

"Baby girl, we have to run some tests to determine why you're dealing with this infection. Ok? Is it painful when you breathe?"

You nodded.

"Ok. Try to take slow, shallow breaths for now. See if that helps."

Another doctor walked in and began poking and prodding you all over your torso. Everywhere hurt. There's no point in telling them which areas because he had to check everywhere, and each little jab was another fresh, hot, stinging needle being stabbed in your body.

You did your best to focus on Toji's green eyes and just breathing while he finished up his examination. Just breathing. Even that was laborious.

Once the doctor had completed the exam, and his team had taken even more fluid samples and drawn blood from you, they determined that this could be a complication from your augmentation surgery.

There were 2 main sources of infection. 1, the saline itself was contaminated and caused all sorts of bacterial issues. 2, the bacteria in your skin could have caused your suture line to erode and leak and that's where the sepsis started to set in.

Everything came together to create a literal cocktail that has now wreaked havoc with your system. The antibiotics and medication you're going to receive are a first line defense and have 50/50 odds of curing everything.

Sunday 4pm

Your mom came to see you as soon as she could get a flight. You appreciated her being there. But you found yourself looking around for Toji. He was nowhere to be seen. You guessed he'd slipped out when the doctor had the other nurses administering your meds. You were sad he didn't say goodbye to you. He saved your life. Granted, it was his job. But still. There was some connection between the two of you that you hoped was real.

"Shit," you say as you realize that Toji has the next 3 days off.

"You ok, honey?" Your mom asks in her mom voice.

"Y-yeah. Just my nurse is off for the next 3 days and I'm bummed."

Your mom gave you 'the look'. "Is that all, sweetheart? I haven't even met the guy, and I feel like I know so much about him. You seriously won't stop talking about him. Green eyes this. Black hair that. Muscles, muscles, muscles. I swear. You sound like you're obsessed with him."

You looked out the door into the hallway, and you're sure you saw him standing there. "W-was he just here, Mama?"

"Get some rest, my baby. I'll be right here."

Monday, 2am

You slept hard for about 10 hours and you dreamt about Toji a lot. But when you got close to him he'd turn into a wolf and eat you. The only time you woke up was when the staff had to come in and give you more medicine. You always seemed to get back to the dream right where you left off.

Your mom was stretched out on the cot they brought her to rest on. She was so beautiful. Everything you wanted to be when you were a little girl. There was nothing about her that was impure or fake.

"Hey, honey? Are you ok? Do you need the nurse? OH!" She put her fingers to her lips, "Do you need .... T-O-J-I!? I'll have them call him in for you." She laughed a bit too hard at her own little joke. It was cute how she did that, cracking herself up.

"No, mama. Ha-ha-ha. I don't need anything. You can fly out today if you need to get back home. I'm in really good hands here. I mean, they've already saved my life once."

She scowled at you, "That's not funny, y/n. And I'm not going anywhere until you're home again and off of these medications. Now, I'm going back to sleep. You just - just sit there and think about how you told me to leave. Tch. Leave. You obviously don't know me very well if you think I'm going to skip off to the plane and head home." She rolled over and cuddled up with the weird amount of blankets the nurses had given her. Now that you think of it, your room was extra cold. Just the way you liked it.

Monday, 7:05 pm

"Hey girl." You heard a familiar voice whisper at you from the door. "This is your conscience, and you should feel really bad because you're the reason Toji has to come in and work on his day - possibly days - off."

You laughed. "Conscience? I've been meaning to talk to you about this 'Toji'."

The voice continued, "Is that right? What did you want to talk about? How strong and muscular he is? How his green eyes remind you of looking at emeralds held up to the sun? Do. Tell."

"Toji! What are you doing here?" You couldn't hide your excitement as he came sauntering into the room.

"It's fuckin' freezin' in here, girl! You need anything? Blankets, pillows, you name it."

Your mind went dark, and so did your face. It was all you could do to not blurt out that you needed him. That you wanted him. To touch him, taste him. You felt like shit. He was the only thing that made it better. You forgot about your pain. The nausea. All of it. HE was the best medicine. You wanted a shot of Toji, fuckin' STAT.

"How come you're here on your days off, Toj'?" You tried your hardest to sound sad that he had to work when he should be home. Probably with his girlfriend. The thought puts you in a bad mood.

"I just couldn't stay away from ya, darlin'." He came close to your face and smiled. His green eyes burned into yours. All it would have taken was one swift move forward, and you could've kissed him. But you were still in so much pain that you didn't want to cause yourself any more unnecessary suffering. So you settled for daydreaming. "Once my lips met yours ... it was all over for me. Seriously, though, I should've used PPE when I did that. God knows what kind of nasty shit your mouth has done." He winked at you.

"I tend to have that effect on people, making them want to barf after their lips touch mine. Um, what the hell is 'PPE'?" You rubbed your eyes.

"PPE, petty civilian, is Personal Protective Equipment. It keeps us important people safe from the germs you disgusting mortals have crawling all over your filthy bodies." He looked so serious when he said this. You almost believed him.

"I'll have you know, men and women alike have cried after they kissed me. They've said they saw God. So ... so fuck you." You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed.

"They said they saw God? All that tells me is the kiss was so goddamn terrible that they almost died. You shouldn't go around admitting shit like that, princess. It's not as flattering as you think. Anyway, I gotta run. You're not the only one I have to babysit while I'm here. On my damn day off." He scoffed and put his fist out for you to bump. "I'll see ya 'round, kid. Oh, and I'll walk out extra slow today so you can stare at my ass a little longer, 'k? You're. Welcome."

You slunk down into the bed until the covers are completely over your head. But he was true to his word. He walked out painfully slow. And you couldn't help but peek from the side of the blankets and stare at him as he left.

"There she is! I'll be back in a while, princess. Get some rest." He hit the door jam with an open palm and wandered away to some other lucky person that got to be with him.

After things quieted down in your room, you felt a little sleepy. You managed to get comfortable laying on your left side, and you were almost asleep when your hand hit something next to you on the bed and under the blankets.

"...the hell?" You pulled it out, and it was a folded piece of printer paper that had "Princess Brat" written on the front of it. You knew immediately who it was from, and your heart was racing in your chest. Anticipating what it would say was the sweetest frustration. You wanted to open it and see right away. But there was a part of you that wanted to hold onto it until you hit a low point and needed cheering up.

Impatience won.

You opened it slowly and carefully, not wanting to tear this note from the man who saved your life and was the only thing in this whole hospital that made you feel human again. The tubes and IV's hanging from your body made you feel more like a weird science experiment than a person.

"Dear Bad Kisser ...

What are the chances you have a sexy ass nurse fall for you while you're lying on a hospital bed recovering from surgery? Slim, probably. At least, that's what most of my exes used to tell me. Wait, what? Fuck. Never mind that shit.

I really suck at opening lines. Guess I'm a lot like my kitten; I’m adorable on the outside but a complete dumbass on the other side. But that's a story for another day. Today, I want to talk about what goes on around here. (But seriously, you should see my li'l girl. She's the cutest damn thing you ever saw. Soon, maybe? She'd love you.)

Cupid must be mad that you wanted new tits. He decided that was the perfect time to hit you with his arrows right through your surgery sites. Why not show me to you in the hopes that I'd fall for you as well?

He had every right to. 1, You're beautiful. And no one's said that to you since we've met. 2, Your recovery has taken more from you than you'd ever give willingly, and I wanna ease that shit you feel by taking care of you for as long as you'll let me. And I mean all of you, in any and every way. If that's something you might enjoy. I've been told people have seen pearly gates when ... Well, I dunno. Maybe I'm bad at it, too. Maybe we can help each other get better at this kissin' shit?

Anyway ... there was this woman in the waiting room just before I started my shift on Friday, and I asked her what she was doing here. She looked upset and was crying, and I thought, shit, did somebody die? Turns out she's there for her daughter's pre-op consultation. Said they were addin' a little meat to the chicken. And, well, that's not very fuckin' polite.

Then, right before I saw you, I talked to a young girl, around 17, who'd just had her nose done. She said, and I quote, "He may have botched this job, but I got half the money back." It'll make a good boob job later. I tell ya, I've seen a lotta nutzos working as nurses, but you guys ... Holy shit. You guys take the cake.

If you need me, day or night, (don't worry about time zones, Princess Brat, I'm available any and all of the time) send me a text or give me a ring. I'll call you as soon as I can. You have my number now. Don't forget to put it in your phone. Please ... don't lose it, baby.

Yours, Sir Care-A-Lot"

He scribbled a little picture at the bottom of the paper. It was a stick figure holding a giant needle like it was a jousting stick.

You fell back against your pillows laughing and were asleep within minutes. You couldn't have had any better dreams. The nightmares you endured had vanished and were replaced with pleasant thoughts of Toji and you walking hand in hand down a beach on the coast somewhere. It was sunny and the sea breeze blew softly through your hair and clothes, tickling your skin, making you feel free.

The warm salt water licked the heels of your feet as the waves rolled lazily on shore. It was exactly what you'd wanted. Then. But you didn't realize what was happening. He was giving you a piece of the life that he could've shared with you. Could. Present tense, not past. The future has opened a gate of infinite possibilities to you. You just had to accept this one with open arms.

Tuesday, 3:38am

You woke from what seemed to be hour's worth of a glorious sleep with a big smile on your face.

"Feeling good, my girl? Did you get some sleep?" The sunshine voice of your mom echoed inside your mind, waking you up even more.

You turned your head slightly and gave her a soft grin and nodded a bit. "I feel a little bit better. Yeah."

She smiled at you, tilting her head, "Does that have anything to do with the love letter that hot nurse man gave to you a while ago?"

Your whole body flushed with nice heat. All you could think about was Toji. Literally, he was the only thing on your mind. You wanted so badly to push the call button so he'd come back to you. But you knew he was working hard already. And on his days off. So you fought off the urge.

"I'm going to go to your apartment and take care of a few things, and shower, sweetie. Will you be ok until I get back? I might not be back until later Wednesday. I want to sleep in a real bed, eat and maybe do some laundry. But I'll have my phone with me the whole time." She hugged you gingerly and made sure to not touch your chest. You missed her full, arms wrapped around you, crazy tight hugs. All because you wanted bigger boobs. You shook your head in disgust at your piss poor decision making skills.

"I'll be fine, mama. You go. Eat, shower, rest, and do laundry. Whatever else you need to do, ok? I promise, I'll be fine. Toji is here now. Also, will you put this in my safe, please? You remember the code, yeah?

She drew the right side of her mouth up into a weird half-smile and chuckled. "Girl, you got it bad, don'cha? Ok, I'll be back as soon as I can. Unless you need me back sooner, in which case call me or have this hunky nurse of yours call me. I want to hear his voice!" She scrunched her nose and waved to you as she walked out of your room.

You were feeling so restless. It had been days since you last walked. You'd been catheterized so there was little reason for you to get up. But it was starting to annoy you how tied down you were to your bed. So you unhooked some stupid little pulse/ox monitor from your finger and stretched out a little more than you were able to yesterday.

All of a sudden, one of the machines started to freak out. Beeping and buzzing loudly. You had no idea what was happening. You felt fine so what was with all of the noise?

You could hear someone running toward your end of the hall, yelling "Get the hell outta my way, watch out, sorry, gotta check on somethin' right NOW!"

Toji burst through the door and into your room wild-eyed and breathing heavily. "Y/n, y/n! Are you ok? Where - what's going on?"

It startled you, the slamming of the door and all the yelling he came to you with. "I, I, I -" You sat there, your arms up like you were about to be arrested. "I just need to get out of this bed, Toji. I took something off of my finger and things went crazy! I'm sorry!"

He bent over and put his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Fuck, baby girl. You scare the everlovin' shit outta me there. Heh, goddamn it." He walked over to your bed and sat down next to you. "Don't. Don't fuck with things, ok? I really thought something was happening with you here. An' your ma's gone. So there was no one ... there was no one in here with you. Fuck, princess. You almost gave me a heart attack."

You had no words for him. He was genuinely upset by this. He was worried. The sick satisfaction you got out of knowing that he was really concerned about you brought you more joy than you'd felt in 10 years.

"You wanna get up and move around? I'll have to either remove the catheter or I can attach it to your waist with a little belty deal. It's more glamorous than it sounds. What's it gonna be?"

The thought of dragging your own piss around was mortifying. The thought of pissing all over the floor in front of Toji was worse. You opted to bring the piss bag along with you.

"Are you wanting to actually walk here? Or do you want me to get a wheelchair and push your lazy ass around the grounds?" Toji asked.

You pursed your lips, "My tits are broken, not my legs, ya asshole." You never dreamed that you'd be able to talk to a healthcare provider like this. Or, more importantly, that they'd talk to you they way he is. You love it. Every little smart quip he throws your way. You want to talk to him for hours.

"Yeah, about that, ah, fuuuckk. Listen, y/n ..."

"Oh, mm-mm. Please don't, Toji." You had no idea what he was about to say, but the look on his face wasn't his usual cocky expression.

"I'm sorry, swee'heart. I can't keep bein’ your nurse. In fact, I could lose my job for even givin’ you that note I slipped you the other night. What'd you do with that, by the way?" He looked more serious than he did when you almost died. This feels worse than dying. You don't want to not see him anymore. He's the only reason you're here; He makes you happy. "Toji. I sealed it in an envelope and gave it to my mom to drop off at my place. I told her if she opened it I'd never speak to her again."

His eyes met yours, "Tell me you didn't really say that to your ma. Jesus. That was harsh."

You looked out the window to the cloudy and wet world. "It's fine, she knows I didn't mean it. But she said she'd put it away for me. So, relax. There's no trace of it anywhere around here. I don't want to go for a walk now. Sorry. Just go, go take care of other people. I get it. I crossed several lines. I'm sorry. Thanks ... f-for saving my ..." You couldn't talk through your tears now. It hurts your throat to choke back your sobs. All it would take was one wrong swallow as you were getting ready to let loose and your windpipe would feel like it was being crushed.

"Ahhh. Fuck, darlin'. I don't wan'cha to cry about it. I ... I'm not sayin' I don't ever wanna see you again. The opposite, actually. I wanna see you all the time. I wanna fall asleep on the couch with you after I get off work. I wanna shower with you on the weekends. Drink good coffee with you in the morning and beer with you at night - Wait, you're not 21 yet, scratch that. Shit. Ha! Do you get it, now? I can't be objective in my role as your nurse when I wanna bend you over my lap and spank ya until your ass is as pink as your lips."

You wanted to ask which set of lips he was referring to. The internal dialogue you had going over that was too hard to ignore. You HAD to say something. After all, he was unofficially not your nurse anymore. Although you regret not asking for a sponge bath before this moment.

"These?" You said seductively as you brought your index finger up to your pouty bottom lip and dragged it down a little bit. "These lips? Or ..." Your finger trailed down your chin to your chest. "Ow! FUCK that hurt ... Shit. So much for being sexy." You rolled your eyes. "I'm such a loser," you said, laughing harder than you have in months.

"You're a nerd, you know that? My god. I really, really like it." He put his hand on top of yours. "I'm goin’ to talk to the lead nurse and tell them what's goin' on here. If you want me to. I just assumed you felt the same as I do." He stood up and flapped his hands in front of his hard stomach, "Do you like me? OMG!"

You laughed so hard it was uncomfortable to breathe. "Yes, Toji, I do. I like you a lot. And while I'm pissed you can't be my nurse anymore, I am looking forward to looking you up when I'm discharged."

He narrowed his eyes. "Looking me up? What the hell you talkin' about? Looking me up."

"I uh, well, I mean, ugh. I looked up 'Can nurses date patients'.

"Whoooaa. No shit!?" He chuckled at your desperate, but sweet act. "Well, what'd it say? I'm tinklin' myself here, c'mon, tell me, baby girl."

"They can't. Unless ... said nurse stops treating said patient and doesn't see them again until they're released from the hospital. Can you do that, Toji? Can you resist seeing me until I'm freed from these eggshell-colored walls? Cuz, I don't know if I can stay away from you." You'd have donated a kidney and a lung for just one 15 second long kiss from this man. What the hell has he done to you.

"So, lemme get this straight. I have to stop seeing you altogether until you're discharged, and then you have to track my ass down? That sounds like so many dates I've been on, except you'll have to find me." He bent over laughing. "I'm just fuckin' with ya. I mean, I really want to see where this goes. I can wait. It'll be hell. But I can wait. I'll see if I can't be assigned to another floor so I'm not tempted to slip into your bed when the lights shift to the nighttime settings."

The thought of him slipping anything into you or your bed had you feeling things you hadn't felt in so long. Your pussy ached for his attention. God, to have him touch you now would have sent you into some kind of episode.

"Ok, baby girl. Shit, well, I guess this is goodbye for now?"

"Toji, how much longer do I have to stay here? When will I be well enough to go home? Find that out before you get signed off of my treatment. Please?"

He nodded as he got up, he began to close the blinds and your door. When everything was closed, he turned to you with a look on his face you'd not seen before. Then he made his way back to you and he stood next to the bed.

"Gimme your hand." Toji waved for your hand and you put it in his much larger palm. He had such big hands. Thick fingers that felt rougher than they looked. You were in heaven, the way he touched you.

You let him guide your hand to the fat bulge in his black scrub bottoms.

Gasping as he ran your smaller hand over his hard cock, your little gasps leveled out and became deep, chest heaving breaths.

His brows furrowed and his mouth was opened slightly. "Oh, fffuuuckk, I've been waiting ... for, ahh, this. Y/n, fuck, y/n." He bent over, keeping your hand on him, and he kissed you deeply.

His other hand snaked under the hem of your hospital gown and as he found you ready for him, slick and swollen with want for him, he said, "You say the words and I'll stop, ok, baby g-"

You pushed his hand further into you while your other one was reaching past the knot on his pants, "Don't ... don't you fucking dare stop what you're doing,Toji ..."

The two of you stayed like this for at least 15 minutes. Stroking and exploring each other the best you could given the circumstances. He laid down at the foot of the bed and you were straddling his massive frame. Grinding yourself all over him. Wishing you had more contact with his skin. But this would have to be ok for the time being.

Toji pulled your upper half to his chest and licked and sucked all the way down the right side of your throat.

You winced as you got caught up in the moment and rested your chest against his.

"Oh, oh shit, baby girl. Fuck. I - here, lean back. Get comfy."

"Toji, I don't want you to go. I don't want to stop. I can't stop. I need ... more. Just a little more." You had no idea what has you this insanely riled up. Maybe it's the idea of doing this without someone seeing you. That no one will know this was even happening. Just the two of you. His hot breath and even hotter skin ... You wished you were skin on skin, the feeling of his body against your body.

He eased himself down onto you. "Uhhhh ... hholyy, Christ! Whhh - hhhy is this feelin' so good?" You rocked and rolled your hips, meeting him halfway until you were moaning so loud it was echoing in your room.

"Y-yeeesss. Go ahead, baby girl. Use me. Mm-hm," He squeezed your waist. You felt his hands become clammy against your skin.

He licked and sucked and did everything within his power not to touch your sutured chest. You were responding really well to the antibiotics they'd given you. But it was killing you a little bit that he couldn't touch you there. He was being so sweet and gentle about it. That turned you on even more, this huge guy treating you so softly. You couldn't wait to get to a place where you could do this without having to hold back.

You could tell he was close by the way the pace of his breathing and his soft panting changed. He was still kissing you all over your neck and lips. His hips bucked up into your bare cunt and he started grunting. It sounded almost primal. You loved that shit.

You weren't sure you would be able to keep the noises to a minimum as his big cock slammed up against you. The pressure was immense and as you pushed your clit against the head of his dick, even though it was through his pants, you were sent into an orgasmic tizzy. He rests his hands on either side of your waist, grinding into your aching wet pussy. "Cum on my fucking dick, babe, yeah - YES." His head fell forward and he hummed a little with each breath that escaped his mouth.

You screamed and yelled as the world turned into a dark swirling mess of the most addictive high you've ever experienced. A heat coursing through you and through him and through him and through you. Each of you milking the other dry of your climax.

"Fuck. My whole fuckin' body feels like it's on pins. Whoo. You ... you're really somethin' else." His forehead touched yours as the both of you attempted to come down from the best release either of you has ever had.

A couple minutes passed and Toji's phone vibrated. "Mmm-mm," you heard him whisper, "don't go anywhere. This might take a sec'. It's the doctor."

"Listen, can she, ok, ok. Thanks, Doc."

"What, is everything ok, Toji?"

He was sitting next to you, still hard, on top of the blankets. He had a nice firm ass and you wondered what it would take to convince him to take it all the way with you. Right then you heard voices outside the door and you instantly thought someone overheard the commotion the two of you just made in here.

“Is it locked? I can’t remember anything after that … what we …” You blushed.

As he was moving his tall and muscular body over to the door, he was adjusting himself so as not to give himself away. "C'mere." You put out a hand for him. "I see you, don't hide that from me, please. I like it."

"I was gonna sneak over later, after the doctors did their thing. I figured I'd let your ma come back in and spend some time with you before I went on rounds. But the doctors want to check out how the healing is going, on an op/exam table, instead of just looking over you in your room. They want bright lights to show them every suture in your skin. They said you might be released in a day or 2 depending on how you're lookin'."

Your eyes got big with excitement. "You, you mean I'll be able to leave here soon? Like, Wednesday or Thursday? Ohh, my birthday is -"

Toji interrupted you, "On Thursday. I - I know. I made reservations at my favorite place, just in case you were released." He smiled awkwardly at you. This was just not like him. He never thought ahead like this. But you ... you were so different. He couldn't place what it was. But he was drawn to you. Maybe it was your bold nature. Maybe it was the softer side of your personality. How you called only for him when you needed help.

"Get some rest, princess. I got some shit to take care of, a couple of people I gotta pop in on and give them their meds. I'll find out when the docs are going to take you into the op/exam room and sit with you for a bit before you go and I'll come by when you're back. Um, I don't ... I don't quite know what to say here. I've never been ... involved with a patient before. What should I say right now? Before I go?"

He looked like a lost little boy. It was so sweet watching him fiddle under your gaze.

"Kiss me, Toji. Kiss me and say you'll see me later?"

He nodded and took your face, cupping it in both of his massive hands. The kiss was so soft you could barely process the connection of your lips to his. And yet, it was the best goodbye kiss you've ever had. It was full of promise.

Tuesday, 6:40am

A couple of people you'd never seen before walked into your room and woke you up.

"Y/n L/n?"

You took a minute to process them being there. "Yeah, I'm she. Are you taking me to the place the doctor is going to look over me?"

"Yep, we are. I'm {F/n} and this is {F/n}. We're the plastics nurses for Dr. {L/n} and we have to verify a few things with you before we take you down."

"Sure, fine. Ask away." You tried to sound like you weren't nervous. This whole thing was so fucked you couldn't believe it was really happening. All because you thought your tits were too small. You could've kicked your own ass if it didn't hurt so much.

They asked you question after question and finally, you'd given them the information they needed to get you out of there to be examined.

"Oh,” A nurse said, sounding a little suspicious, “one more thing, y/n, Toji Fushiguro, he's your nurse, is he not?"

You didn't miss a beat. Answering so casually like you weren't excited by the simple mention of his name.

"Oh, the tall guy who uses bad language?" Leave it vague, y/n. "Yeah, he's my nurse. Or he was, I don't know if he's being reassigned or not. Why?"

The shorter of the two women answered, "We just needed to know where to send the doctors new instructions after the exam is finished. In case there's a change in your treatment or something. No biggie, right?"

Relief.

"Ok, let's get you to your appointment." One nurse stood at the head of the bed, the other at the foot. The bed where you and Toji did that.

"Will I still have the same bed when you bring me back to my room? I just, well, I have the settings exactly how I want them. Is that possible?" You little liar. You just wanted the bed that had Toji on it.

"Sure! I know when I was here having my kid, I had to switch beds after I messed with it all night to get it just right ... I was so mad!" She laughed.

More relief.

Tuesday, 7:45am

"Good morning, Miss l/n! How are we doing this morning?"

You wanted to shout from the rooftops what you and Toji did to each other. But this was definitely not the time or place.

"I'm feeling a lot stronger. I'm about a 2 on the pain scale. Maybe a 3 if I sit still for too long. But I feel lots better. Do you think I'll be discharged soon?" You asked hopefully.

The doctor smiled warmly at you. "Let's take this a step at a time. Can you lower your gown for me? I want to take a look at these sutures here and see what needs to happen."

The 2 nurses that brought you to this place helped you pull your gown off the front of your body and the doctor went right into checking everything out.

"Ohh-kayy. Ok, can I have some gauze and some iodine?" The nurses got what the doctor needed and the doctor went back to work snipping some stitches away. "That was a nasty infection you had, wasn't it, y/n? You're lucky that it was caught when it was. This sort of thing so rarely happens. I'm sorry you had to go through this. Now, this could be healed as well as possible if it's taken care of at home. Tell me, did you want to keep on the same path? Do you want to try again to have the augmentation mammoplasty?

"Oh, wow. I hadn't really thought about it. I was really just focusing on getting better right now. They've been completely removed, correct? There's little chance of reinfection?"

"I mean, don't tell anyone I told you this. But there should have been a small chance of infection in the first place. You see what I mean? Well, aside from that, you look great. You're healing up very nicely. The skin color is nice and pink. There's very little scarring."

You smiled. The idea of going through this fucking surgery again was tugging at the back of your mind. And Toji was off at 7 so you probably won't see him until he comes to work tonight. If he comes in to work tonight. Your body aches for him. As stupid as that sounds. You want to feel him again.

Tuesday, 12pm

"There's my baby." Your mom had returned from your place. She looked good; Well-rested and she had clean clothes on. It made you happy that she had taken a break from this damn place. "Have you seen the doctor today, yet?"

You nodded. "I saw them a few hours ago." The tears welled up in your eyes and she saw that. You could never hide the fact you were crying from your mother. She knew you better than anyone in the world. And she always knew when you were upset about something, hiding something, or acting suspicious in any way.

"Tell me what happened, sweetie. Let me carry this with you." She climbed up on the bed with you and you scooted to make room for her small body.

You sniffed hard. At a loss for words and frustrated with everything, you tried to tell her the most important thing first; Toji was asking to be signed off of your care.

"HE'S WHAT!?" She yelled. "Who the hell does he think he is, treating you like this. Like you're just some random ... a-, ugh, asshole!" Your mother seldom used bad language. But apparently, this was one of those times she'd make an exception. You were often her exception to the rules she's put in place for herself.

"Noo, mama, it's not like that. He, well we, want to start seeing each other." You looked closely at her face, waiting for whatever reaction she was going to have.

A minute or two went by when she'd still said nothing.

"Mom? Are you going to say anything?" You were preparing yourself to cry again.

She sat down in a chair by the window and looked at you like she was seeing you as an adult for the first time.

"Do you have feelings for him? Like, real feelings? You're not just attracted to him because he's this big, strong man in tight scrubs that saved your life?"

"Oh my god, mom!" The two of you laughed. "I do. I mean, I don't know everything about him yet. But I really do like him, so far."

"Well, my sweet girl, I can only tell you to follow the path that you think will suit you the best. And I love you so, so much." She wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks. "I'm with you. 100%." She came over to you and wrapped her arms gently around your body.

"I feel a lot better now, mom. You can hug me tighter if you want to."

So she did. She hugged you so tightly you had to tap her on the shoulder and tell her to loosen her grip a little. But it felt so good to be in her arms again.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, baby. I might have to go back to work sooner than I'd like to. But I told them to buzz off if they thought I was going to miss your 20th birthday. I'm not missing the chance to welcome my girl into her 20th year of life. Into a new decade! Of her life ... something like that. Anyway, I had some work overnighted for me at your place and I need to go check and see if it's been delivered yet. Will you be ok here while I go?"

You nodded. "Yeah, even though Toji won't be able to see me, I'm sure they're going to reassign a good nurse for me for the last little bit of my stay here. Go, I'll be fine. And if for some reason, shit does hit the fan, Toj' gave me his cell #."

She kissed you on the forehead and left the room without looking back.

Tuesday, 7:10pm

You woke up to someone rubbing your legs in an inappropriate way. "Excuse?" You said without opening your eyes. Just praying to ANY gods that would hear your plea that it be Toji who's rubbing you to consciousness.

"Hey princess ..."

Your eyes flew open at the first sound of his voice.

"Toji!!! You're here! How long have you been here? What time is it?"

"Baby girl, slow down heh. I got here about 10 minutes ago. They called me in to talk to me about somethin'. Somethin' about you an' me. I hope to shit I don't get fired. But I told them that you and I mutually decided this is what we wanted. So I think things will be fine."

You were chewing on your bottom lip. Remembering his touch from the night before, it had you rubbing your thighs together.

"What - what's happenin' down here, darlin'? Under these covers, under ..." He stood up to close the blinds and lock the door again. "... under this sexy ass hospital gown here. Hmm," he hummed in a deep voice. "Let ... *kiss* ... me *kiss* ... check *kiss* ... this *kiss* ... out *kiss* ..."

He'd pulled the light blue blankets all the way off of you and let them pool at the foot of the bed. Kissing from your bare feet all the way up your closed legs until he got to the apex of your thigh. He stopped there where skin pressed into skin and stuck his tongue out to urge you to open up for him.

You obliged, spreading your legs as far as you could spread them and watched him dip his head in between them.

His unshaven skin scratched a sensitive spot right on your upper left thigh and you were wiggling from his contact.

He put an arm over one of your thighs, holding it down against the bed.

Toji leaned his mouth in and the hot heat coming from it was driving you insane. The way his tongue pressed up against your pussy was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You've had guys go down on you. But it wasn't something you had gone crazy about. Maybe it was you, being shy to let someone have you so thoroughly. Maybe it was the guys, being completely clueless about what they're doing. God knows they wouldn't take direction from you. They just assured you they knew what they were doing and you needed to relax or 'this won't be any fun for you.' You pitied the guys you've been with before Toji. And you haven't even fully been with Toji. There was still so much to discover. And you couldn't wait to dive into it.

"Ohhh, Godddd. I'm gonna- to- fuuu-" Toji gripped you harder and lifted you slightly so he could make sure you had a couple of pillows under your lower back and hips to allow you to fully relax under him.

Then he doubled down; Taking his hand from your thigh and reaching it up to spread you apart for him, putting more of you out there and it opened up something deep inside of you. You knew you were about to experience something that would change your perspective on everything you thought you knew about sex with men.

"Fuckk - FUUCK." You pressed both of your feet against him, your legs trying to straighten out. With Toji still working over your clit like a man who was put on this planet just to please you, you lifted your upper half just enough to watch his long and thick fingers delve into your heat.

"Bend your legs back a bit, baby girl. I promise, relax, I got'cha."

And there it is, you thought. "Relax? Really? Why did I think you were any different fro-ohhh my fuck! Oh, Toji, oh my god, TojiTojiToji!! Fffffuuuuckkk!"

Your fingers grasped at anything they could. Digging them into the stiff blankets on either side of you, the firm pillows behind your shoulders, his hair ... fuck. "I'm sorry. Don't stop - Ahhh - stop, Toji. Stop -" You wailed as he hit another spot with his middle finger that you were sure was somewhere on the inside of your skull. "But don't stop. Oh god, oh god ..."

It didn't take long, only a few minutes, before you were covered in the thinnest layer of sweat. All the blood in your body pulsing just under your skin. And then you knew. It was happening and there was no stopping the electric energy flowing through you.

"Go ahead, darlin'. Show me what it feels like to have your insides coat my fingers. Shiiittt." He rubbed the back of his knuckles along the inside of your thigh, encouraging you further. "You gonna squirt for me, baby girl?"

He smirked up at you, the asshole. You would give in just to prove a point. You lifted a shaky hand and rested it on top of your lower tummy. Your body tensed up, then relaxed and you pressed down on his hand.

Toji began sucking your clit as your orgasm washed over you. You clamped your other hand over your mouth and screamed into it as best you could. You did not want anyone hearing what was going on. As if it wasn't the best feeling that'd ever passed through your body, the fact that it was being shared with someone else was the second best feeling.

"C'mon, y/n," He coaxed, "couple'a more little spurts." And there were, a couple more small orgasms after the one he'd coax from you. Toji finally gave you a chance to stop and breathe.

He sounded out of breath himself and his eyes were looking half-lidded with what could be arousal, exhaustion, or possibly both. He looked like you felt; Tired and ready to fuck for 100+ hours.

"Why don'cha let me lay with ya, ok? Lemme hold ya for a bit, yeah, before ya drift off."

He guided you onto your side and got onto the bed with his shoes hanging off the end. He nestled in behind you and let his right arm lay under you, his hand rubbed from your tummy, to your rib cage and rest underneath your sore chest. The other he let curl over your hip.

The gentle care he took of you was enough to lull you to sleep with a smile on your lips.

Wednesday, 4am

You woke up and he was gone. There was a little piece of paper tucked into your hand. You opened it and saw that it was a note from Toji.

"Hey Princess Squirts,

Sorry I left ya. But if you could've seen your face. It was so damn peaceful, I couldn't bother you. I got called to HR to meet with the lead nurse and the person from human resources. No biggie. I am officially not your nurse anymore. When you get outta here, we're gonna light this city up. Anywhere you wanna go. I'll take ya. I'll stop by later. Call or text if you need anything, baby girl. Even a repeat of what we did a while ago. Ya know what, fuck it. I want a repeat anyway.

Did you feel me kiss you before I left?

Wednesday, 1:00pm

Your surgeon made their final rounds and was talking about getting you checked out. You could see your mother out of the corner of your eye, hiding behind the thick wall outside your door. She was being sneaky. Like she thought you wouldn't notice her trying to catch every word that came from your surgeon's mouth. You waved for her to come in. She didn't waste a second in coming to you to hear what was being said about how you're doing.

The doctor did their checks and was surprised when you came out with 10/10's all the way around.

"Listen, we've discussed the implants that became infected. Is there any possible chance you'd want to try again? I see that you have good insurance. So it won't have to come out of pocket." They said 'again', not having to pay for this mistake, how, you wondering. "When it happened, you seemed a little eager. When you're released today, would you like to schedule your consult for another surgery? You can still choose your preferred size and style of impla-"

A new, but familiar voice interrupted the doctor that was talking.

"NO. She will be doing nothing of the sort. She's perfect just the way she is. I'm not going to sit around while you people spew your poison onto people who don't need a single fuckin' thing changed on 'em. Y/n, mama Y/n, let's go." Toji was your knight in slightly tarnished armor. It was happening. You were falling harder and harder for him.

Your mom stood up with a look on her face that was nothing short of amazed that he spoke up for you like this. And more importantly, that you listened. She stuck her hand out for Toji to take and he grabbed her up like she was his own mother. She looked back at you as you sat watching them and she gave you a knowing smile and nodded with tears in her eyes.

"You know, now that I've healed, maybe I should just keep my little boobies."

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