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[mahg-stuff]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍

Prompt: "Only God knows why"

Summary: Big Daddy just wants to try exploring new erotic themes with his sweet dolly but it involves a firearm, though she is wary she puts her faith in Elvis and God.

Pairing: bd!elvis x afab!reader

Word count: 13k

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, excessive smut, 18+!, gun play, sorta naive reader, manipulative tactics!?, mentions of religion, age gap (isn’t directly stated), certain themes can be disturbing/dark, lots of manhandling, quick mention of Elvis’ health, implied butt stuff f!receiving (only briefly brought to the attention), first time giving oral m!receiving, use of the word daddy, pet names, Elvis at one point calls himself papa bear, might’ve missed a few...

AN: ITS HERE MY LOVELY'S! I know i made y’all wait so so long for this & I just wanna say sorry. Life just decided to get in the way again and took a toll on me but I'm finally back & ready to give you guys this story you so deserve!

Like I mentioned in my previous post this is my literal first attempt of writing something like this and about Elvis, as well as writing about religion. Hope you all enjoy it! I’m no expert so please go easy on me. hehehe (Though I will admit I had this story idea marinating for a quite awhile, let's just say Big Daddy is a handful.)

 

 After wrapping up your usual prayer of gratitude to God for another day of life, something you had started doing since getting with Elvis. You noticed the time on the clock and realized that night was drawing near. Feeling a sense of peace and delight, you closed your eyes, ready to embrace the night and all the possibilities it may bring. You felt grateful for the moment and decided to cherish it. As you opened your eyes, you promised yourself to make the most of the night and enjoy every minute of it. 

 Getting up from your vanity's desk, striding to the bathroom with some pep in each step, and starting to wind down for the night by getting ready for a relaxing bath. You entered the bath and soaked in the warm water, letting your mind drift as you reflected on the events of the day. You remembered what Elvis mentioned earlier today, that he'd be getting his hands on a new toy for the two of you. You weren't sure what this toy could be at all, but you were excited to find out. You trusted him to surprise you with something delightful, even if it meant not fully understanding it at first. However, as you soaked in the warm water, trying to relax, you just couldn't help but wonder if this new toy would be something intimate and sensual, considering Elvis' comment about it being an "adult" toy. Regardless of your slight inexperience in this area, you felt safe knowing that Elvis would be there with you. 

 Finally feeling freshened up, you hop out of the bath, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel before heading to the closet. Looking through it, you spotted your new pink babydoll nightie. You couldn't help but beam at yourself, your thoughts going straight to him. Taking it off the hook, you slipped it right on after putting on some simple underwear. You skipped  towards the mirror, admiring how the pink satin fabric draped over your curves and how the lace details accentuated your feminine features. You couldn't wait for him to see you in it, knowing he'd be pleased. He always told you how pretty you were in pink and how it brought out the rosy glow in your cheeks. You turned your back to the mirror, looking back at yourself over your shoulder with a playful grin, then blowing a kiss to yourself, feeling like a ditz just at the mere thought of his approval. Catching the time on the clock through the mirror, you gasped, realizing Elvis would probably be on his way right now. You rushed back to the bathroom and applied some light makeup and a little bit of eyeliner, just the way Elvis liked it. Before letting your hair down and brushing it out, your natural loose curls flowing against the midsection of your back. Finishing up and giving yourself one last glance in the bathroom mirror, your hand naturally reaches to touch the cross on your necklace, a comforting habit you've developed over the past months of being with him.

You take a deep breath, and as you are about to walk out of the bathroom, you can hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. You feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you know it's him. You were probably so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even hear his arrival. Composing yourself, you slowly walk out into the bedroom, and there he is, standing with his side to you. 

 He turns to you, revealing a better view of his tall and broad frame, slightly pudgy but taut at the same time. As you approach him, you observe just how tall he is, towering over you. His big shoulders stretch out the fabric of his shirt, and his pudgy belly that protrudes just barely over his belt. You can't help but feel small in his presence. Shyly meeting his gaze, you notice a twinkle in his eyes through his glasses, and you can't help but wonder why he held both of his hands behind him. His deep, honey-colored voice echoed off the walls.

 You felt a sense of security wash over you as you listened to him speak. "There's ma sweet baby 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍." 

 You practically pounced on him, embracing him in your arms, they hardly reached to hold him all. You nuzzled your face against his hairy chest that was revealed by his open button up, breathing in his distinctive aroma of musk with hints of cigar and his cologne, feeling safe in his embrace. As he held you tightly, you felt like a kitten being cradled in his large and heavy arms. As you pulled away, you gazed into his eyes but everted them due to his intense stare.

 "I missed you." you mumbled as you coyly ran your little digits through his chest hair. 

He then held your lower back tightly with one of his broad hands and kissed your forehead. 

"I missed ya too, ma sweet angel," he replied in his thick, southern drawl. 

As he spoke, you could feel the vibrations of his bass voice reverberating through your body, making you shiver. You knew that no matter what happened, his embrace would always be your safe haven. He looked at you with such intensity that it was practically begging you to look away. You could feel the weight of his gaze, as if he were trying to communicate something without saying a word. It was both exhilarating and unnerving, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Eventually, you broke the silence. 

"What ya thinking about, bub?" you voiced as you poked at him in a girlish manner.

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, breaking his intense gaze. You felt relieved but also a little disappointed that you didn't get to uncover the mystery behind those blue eyes. You spotted him looking at you up and down behind his spectacles, and you were overcome with a rush of shyness. You were conscious of how little clothing you were wearing in comparison to him—you were just wearing a pair of underwear underneath your babydoll and were barefoot—as opposed to how fully dressed he was. He kept staring at you, and you could feel your heart pounding and your cheeks flushing. While you were already his, it took some getting used to the impact he had on you. Sometimes he left you almost woozy with the way he handled you. You made an effort to keep his stare in your direction, but soon you had to turn away since the intensity of his gaze became too much to bear. He made a muttering noise and stretched out to firmly grasp your chin to make you look up at him. The coolness of his rings and roughness of his large hand on your warm skin was a dangerous sensation you enjoyed but knew you'd never admit it to him. As he held your gaze, you couldn't help but feel excitement. You wondered what he was thinking as his thumb lightly brushed against your lips, making you shiver with anticipation.

 "Yur jus tha prettiest lil’ thing, ya know that sweetness?" in a low tone. 

You nodded to him with your doe-eyes, trying your hardest not to break eye contact. While holding his gaze on yours, gauging for your reaction, he let go of your face and slowly lifted your nightie to reveal your undies he stroked his fingers over the waistline, letting his icy rings brush across your belly, giving you goosebumps. His face lit up when he saw your choice of underwear, a simple pair of white cotton undies. You couldn't help but be embarrassed by his attention, but you also wondered what else he was thinking as he looked at you. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but you couldn't deny the little thrill you felt of being so intimately inspected. You felt exposed but also desired, and knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel that way made him even more irresistible.

 Letting your nightie drape over you once again, he held out one of his hands. You took it without hesitation, feeling the warmth of his big palm against yours. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck and trailing kisses down to your collarbone that left tingling sensations behind. You closed your eyes, trying your best to hold back any noise that urged to escape. 

"C’mon, tiny, give yer ol' man ah lil’ spin," he encouraged whispering into your ear as he leaned back. 

 You agreed compliantly and did a twirl for him, your nightie flowing up a  bit and revealing your clad butt to him, which he whistled at with praise. As you spun around, you couldn't help but feel a rush of giddiness. 

He liked seeing you this way, it was like you were his own little doll. 

 You liked the sense of being entirely in his hands and enjoyed playing, exploring, and being pleased with him. As he continued to admire you, you felt your body responding to his touch, with that fuzzy feeling in your belly and your panties growing slightly damp. You were immediately distracted when you noticed that he still held something behind his back. You wanted him so desperately. The same ache could be seen in his eyes, but you quickly fought the tension that was beginning to grow between your gazes, leaving only want in its wake.  

 "So, w-what exactly is this new toy you were getting t-today..?" You stuttered out as you wriggled towards the arm behind his back in a kittenish manner, but he was faster than you and withdrew away before you could get a good look. 

"Now, darlin’, you go ahead and sit yer lovely self on that bed there and keep those pretty eyes closed f’me, hmm.." was the command he gave in that thick drawl you adored. 

With a sneer look on his face, he gestured to the side of the bed, and you realized there was no use in disagreeing with him. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, wondering what he had in store for you.

 "Alright, babydoll, now hold out them gorgeous things," he said once you were comfortable on the bed with your eyes shut. 

His voice made you shudder, and you extended out your small hands, palms up, as he asked. You could feel something heavy, metallic, and cold being put inside of them, and you couldn't help but want to have a look. You opened your eyes and gasped when you saw a black pistol gleaming in your hands. You were aware that Elvis owned a variety of guns, but since they were lethal weapons, he never brought them near you. You gave him a confused look as you glanced up at him with wide eyes. 

 "Goddamnit, honey, did I tell ya ta open your eyes?'' He voiced it sternly. 

 You quickly shut your eyes again, unable to utter a word. 

 As you sat there in your and Elvis' shared bed with a gun in your hand, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. You had never held a firearm before, let alone a lethal one. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the weight of the gun pulling down on your dainty arms. You knew you had to trust Elvis, even though you were unsure of his intentions. You tried to calm your thoughts, but the fear of the unknown was getting overwhelming.

 Suddenly, Elvis broke the silence, seeing the way your hands were starting to slightly shake, and said, "Darlin', now go ahead an open 'em pretty doll eyes f'me." 

You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling the rush of adrenaline, and looked up at Elvis. He saw the rushing thoughts in your eyes, making him feel a twinge of guilt but also amusement. He took a few steps back, and it looked like he was admiring the view. 

"Would'ya look ah that, mah two stunnin' girls look great together." He gasped as he stared in awe. 

The way he referred to you and the gun as his girls sent a shiver down your spine, a strange mix of fear and excitement. You never expected to find yourself in this situation, holding a gun in your trembling hands. But deep down, your assurance in God gave you a glimmer of hope that everything would turn out okay. As Elvis looked at you and the gun, you couldn't help but feel a rush of confused emotions. Elvis was looking at your expression, and he couldn't help but be entertained by your confused state, but then he saw as your expression went from confusion to overwhelm. Your rookie self was sitting there with that cold weapon in your trembling hands, looking at Elvis with knitted eyebrows and a pout. He sensed your emotions were becoming too much for you and quickly moved to ease your distress. With a gentle smile, he reached out and gently took the gun from your trembling hands, placing it safely out of reach on the bed.

 "I ain't mean ta startle ya, tiny. I ain't gon hurt cha." He said it softly, soothing your nerves slightly. 

You nodded hesitantly, still unsure of what was happening.

 "Good," he ushered as he stroked down on your hair, putting a strand behind your ear. 

You took a deep breath and tried to process what was happening. So this was the 'new toy' he went to get today—a gun. Elvis was known for his extravagant gifts and gestures, but this was different. He had presented you with a gun, and although he said it was out of reach now, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. You continued to observe him, searching for answers, but he simply leaned in closer. 

"I trust ya, baby," he said, his voice low and smooth. 

"And I need ya to trust me too." You couldn't deny the allure of his charm, but the fear in your gut was still present. You had no idea what he was implying here. 

"El-" you tried to speak before Elvis interrupted you. 

"Now before you say anythin' darlin', lemme explain. Last night, ..." he paused, "it's just I had a thought, and, w-well, maybe I was wonderin' if you'd like ta bring that beaut into the bedroom, hmm? What d'ya say?" 

 You were taken aback by Elvis’ request and unsure of how to respond. Your gut was telling you to be wary, but you also didn't want to offend or disappoint him. Elvis was now taking off his slightly tinted glasses and placing them on the bedside table. Your eyes connected once again with his sense of urgency.

 "I understand if ya ain’t comfortable with it," he said softly, his words rolling off his tongue like sweet velvet, "but I jus thought it'd be fun ta try s-somethin' different, somethin' new, together." 

You weren't sure why, perhaps it was the brief tingling sensation that still lingered after your body responded to his touch from the events that occurred not so long ago, but there was something about his request that gave you a rouse deep down. Pushing that feeling away almost quickly and coming back to your senses and reality, you wondered how a gun would do any good in a setting of intimacy, which led your thoughts to race once again. Handguns are made for killing, they are no better for anything else, as you thought. 

 Building up the courage to speak, you expressed, "E-Elvis, I don't really understand, why, why you'd want to involve an item like that i-in our intimate space." 

Elvis looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he let out sternly, "Only God knows why, hon', everythin' appears for ah reason, an that is why this idea was sent to me." 

You paused for a moment before timidly looking up at the cross that hung on the wall of the bedroom.

 "Sweetheart, look, you may not comprehend it right now. That may not appear ta be fair. But God knows what he's doin'." Elvis interrupted your thoughts. 

He took your smaller hands in his big ones and gently squeezed them, speaking, "Trust in the Lord with all yur heart, and do not lean on your own understandin', in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight ya paths."

He had just uttered the following words from Proverbs 3:5-6 as he stared into your eyes. It was clear that Elvis was trying to soothe you and help you find peace in your current situation. Giving the cross another glance brought you back to what you had promised yourself at the beginning of the night after prayer, 'to make the most of the night and enjoy every minute of it'. You pondered for a while and thought that certainly this was truly God's notion, and he was leading you to embrace this unexpected and confusing situation as an opportunity for growth and a test of your faith. He was telling you to fulfill that promise right now. 

 As you looked back at Elvis, you felt a sense of calmness and knew that with him by your side and your faith in God, you could handle whatever came your way. Elvis gave you an encouraging look after observing your train of thought. You took a deep breath and decided to let go of any doubts or worries and instead fulfill Elvis' request by taking a leap of faith. While you knew Elvis wouldn't harm you, you were still a little wary about what role that particular object might play in the night's events. Eyeing the firearm where it now lay on the bed. You felt Elvis' large hand come into contact and rest on your bare shoulder, and your head shot back to his face as he gave you a reassuring smile.

 "Don worry, doll," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

 "I promise it'll all jus’ be like ah playful lil' game." 

With a mixture of curiosity and uneasiness, you sluggishly nodded to him, “Okay-y then.”

He then went to remove his heavy blazer, slipping it off and tossing it somewhere on the bed. You flitched a little at the sudden movement but couldn't tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze. The uncertainty in your eyes was replaced by a flicker of fever as he approached, his confident steps inching closer to you.  As he stood in front of you, he bent down to meet your gaze as you sat still on the bed. His broad shoulders and tall stature seemed to loom over you, emphasizing how bitty you were in comparison. With a coy smile appearing on your lips, you began to play with a lock of your hair, feeling oh so fragile in his presence. He clutched the back of your head and pulled you in close for a passionate kiss. In your overwhelmed state, your hands fumbled clumsily, unsure of where to go. He pulled back, staring into your eyes, and with a rough motion, reached for your arm, pulling you to stand up from the bed. 

You couldn't help but yelp a tiny, "ouch." 

His grip still firmly on your arm, he went and sat himself down on the bed. He pulled you into him right away and made you lay on your tummy beside him, he handled you like a ragdoll and pulled you over so your lower body was draped across his lap. Your uncertainty and exhilaration were both palpable as you lay there, consumed by a mix of confusion and excitement. His actions left your mind spinning, unsure of how to react or what he expected from you.  You felt his big belt buckle rubbing against your bare thigh, as well as feeling his slightly protruding belly pressing against your upper thigh. In a way, it brought you sensations you didn't understand but liked. You felt his large hand rubbing up and down against your back thigh, going higher and reaching under your nightie to your clad bum as he firmly squeezed it. Feeling your face flush at this, though it wasn't new to you, you still felt shy at his actions. He scrunched the bottom of your nightie, pulling it up and revealing your undies to him. 

"My, my, you are jus ah sight for sore eyes, honey." You blushed even deeper as his words sent a shiver down your spine. 

His touch, combined with his compliment, made you feel excitement. You couldn't help but squirm slightly under his firm grip. As his fingers traced the edges of your underwear, teasingly exploring the delicate fabric. Suddenly, you felt the coldness of something gliding up your calf. You glanced over your shoulder to see him holding the gun. Your heart raced as a million thoughts ran through your mind. Was he really about to use the gun in such a way? You gulped nervously, unsure of what to expect next. His eyes locked with yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he brought the gun more upward across your leg, grazing the tip softly over your delicate skin. You slightly moved to lift your upper body, feeling overwhelmed by this new situation.

 Softly you stammered, "Wait... E-Elvis...". His eyes softened as he looked at your frazzled state. 

“I want no harm done ta ma baby doll, hmm, it's only ah little fun," he rasped out. 

"Y'know I'll always take care of ya.” he caresses you with one hand while the pistol rests in the other along your thigh. 

 You start to feel more at ease as he reassures you, and gives you an encouraging look. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts. As you glance down at the pistol resting on your thigh, you look back at him and give him a timid but sweet grin. While keeping an eye on the pistol, your gaze shifts to the cross on the wall in front of you, providing a comforting sense that everything will be alright. He steadily starts to bring the gun more upward, grazing it on your back thighs and in-between them, slowly inching higher until it reaches over your clothed backside. 

 Despite the unsettling nature of the situation, your mind becomes foggy and your senses dulled. That fuzzy sensation rises as he traces the contours of your back thighs and rear end with the cool touch of the gun, heightening a mixture of nerves and anticipation. He brought his other hand to your hair, grabbing it, making you turn to look at him, and the way he ran the gun across your body left a trail of goosebumps along your precious skin.  

 In that moment, time seems to stand still as you stare into his eyes, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling within you. You watch as he inches the gun towards your undies, dragging it slowly along the fabric, teasingly close to the sensitive skin underneath. Your breath hitches, your heart pounding in your chest, as you wonder what he has planned next. Every nerve ending in your body is on edge, ready to experience the unknown.

 As the gun hovers just above the edge of your undies, you can't help but let out a shaky breath, a silent plea for reassurances. He eyes you as he starts sliding the pistol in between you and the fabric, his gaze filled with both mischief and desire. The cool metal of the gun grazes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His other hand lets go of your hair and brings it to caress the cheek of your face, lightly squeezing it. With one hand gripping the gun and the other now firmly holding your face, he leans back slightly, to admire you. The contrast between his strong, supple thighs and your petite frame as you lay across his lap sends a jolt of anticipation through his body. As you rest against him, you can't help but feel both breathless and eager for what lies ahead. He chuckles softly, enjoying your muzzy state and the way your lips are slightly parted. 

"Mah sweet yittle baby is doin' so good f'me." You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. 

His deep, even-keeled voice sends shivers down your spine as you obediently keep still, not daring to make a sound. The weight of his hand on your face is both comforting and controlling—a reminder of how much you love pleasing him and giving your all to him. As he continues to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, you can't help but surrender further to his control. The intensity of his gaze holds you captive, his eyes piercing into your soul, leaving you feeling displayed and vulnerable. Every word he speaks feels like a command, and you are eager to comply, to show him just how much faith you have in him. He lets go of your face and directs his attention back to your clad bottom, the gun still grazing under the fabric on your buttocks as he inched closer to your dulcet parts. 

 But then he stops and reaches with his other hand, coming into contact with the waistband, and swiftly pulls them down to your mid thighs, revealing your bare ass, and slowly but firmly starts grazing the gun over it. Every nerve ending in your body is on high alert, acutely aware of your every movement. 

 Each stroke is calculated, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in its wake. As the gun traces its path along your rear, you can't help but feel a strange mix of pleasure and danger—an intoxicating concoction that leaves you craving for more. You feel a tad bit jittery but stiffen as you feel him bring the pistol along your tailbone and drag lower along the middle of your buttocks, going lower until he reaches that sensitive area between your thighs. Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of your quickened breaths. 

 He notices your state and coos again, questioning softly this time, "Tiny's doin' such ah good job fer me, ain't she?" 

Your cheeks flush deeper with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you nervously nod to him over your shoulder, yearning for his approval. 

As he continues to explore the sensitive area between your thighs, you can't help but feel a ripple of pleasure and shock shoot through your body when he presses the cold metal against your heat.

 "Oh—mmph," you gasp lowly, your words muffled by the intensity of the moment. 

The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before—a tantalizing mix of pleasure and the forbidden. As he continues to tease you with the cold metal, your mind becomes consumed with a dizzying array of thoughts. You find yourself surrendering to the intoxicating pull, losing yourself in the overwhelming sensations that ripple through your body. 

Elvis sees this and smirks, his grip on the gun tightens, rubbing it against your sensitive core, as he slowly speaks, "You enjoyin' that doll? See, I knows what's best for ya." 

You're too overwhelmed to respond, the mixture of fear and arousal fueling a confusing rollercoaster of emotions within you. He takes a peek and sees how your flesh is pressed against the pistol, he lets out a low chuckle, seeing the slickness of your arousal starting to glisten along the gun. 

"Oh, y’dirty lil' girl." he murmurs out in his smooth voice. 

The physical sensations and his words, combined with the undeniable evidence of his growing desire against your thigh, heighten your anticipation, leaving you flushed. Your face probably looks like a tomato by now, but all you can do is bite down on your lip from the new sensations you're feeling. Elvis decides to push the boundaries as he brings the pistol back up along the middle of your ass, leaving your throbbing core, but this time he goes in-between your cheeks, catching a view of your small hole. You shift in his lap as you feel the cool air hit it, and your breath hitches in response. The charged atmosphere is heavy as Elvis slowly traces the outline of your anus with the muzzle of the pistol, teasingly applying gentle pressure. Your mind races with panic at the unfamiliar commotion, and you try to slowly crawl further toward the bed and away from his lap. He had never been so close to that area, and the intrusion by gun both jarred and frightened you, you felt it was getting too much for your little self. 

 "Wha-, no-o, not there!" you shrieked out in a high pitched voice, hoping he would attend to your plea. Elvis smirked, his hold on you loosening. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered huskily, his voice appearing playful.

 "Is this too much fer mah yittle baby," he said, as he withdrew the gun from your prohibited area. 

You relaxed, still feeling the tingling in your belly but also having scattered emotions. He went and placed his heavy hand on the small of your back and leaned down to kiss your bottom before giving it a light slap.

 "Y’were so darn good, f'me doll." He cooed out as he gripped your arm roughly, lifting you up from your lying position along his lap. 

You stumbled slightly as he pulled you up, your body still feeling weak from the intensity of the moment. As he guided you to your feet, his grip on your arm tightening, you couldn't help but feel a mix of conflicting emotions, excitement, and danger. You balanced yourself, feeling your nightie drape back down, but then heard the slight noise of your undies hitting the carpet under you near your feet, causing a sudden rush of embarrassment to flood over you. You glanced down, and so did he, both of you eyeing the wet stain you had left on them from the actions that had just taken place. Your cheeks flushed crimson, and you quickly looked away, playing with your fingers. 

 He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of your damp undies. Elvis stood up from the bed and towered in front of you, his presence commanding the room. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as he leaned closer, bringing his larger hand to gently pet your head. He then gripped your head towards him, his voice low and filled with a mix of desire and control. 

 "Did ya enjoy that, Tiny?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. Your heart raced as you met his intense gaze, unable to speak. 

You nodded silently, feeling a wave of anticipation and curiosity wash over you. 

His smirk broadened as he noticed your reaction—a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. Slowly, he released his grip on your head and leaned in, kissing your forehead softly. Then he took your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As his enormous hands wandered down your body, the intensity of the moment grew, causing your body to respond eagerly. Your brain goes fuzzy once more, as your nipples harden under your silk pink nightie. As his hands trailed down your smaller frame, his touch felt intense and electrifying. His lips left yours and began to trail a path of kisses along your jawline, down the column of your neck, and to the hollow of your throat. 

Your breath quickened, mingling with his as he pressed his body closer to yours, the feeling of his pudgy belly and big buckle adding a comforting weight against you. His desire was evident in the way his large hands gripped your teeny waist. His bulge grazed against your upper abdomen, and a surge of anticipation coursed through your veins, heightening the electricity between you. You felt yourself growing hotter, the slick between your thighs was starting to ooze out even more, causing your legs to clamp together involuntarily.  Elvis caught this, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. He leaned in closer, and brought his hand to squeeze your breast over the silk fabric. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly. His fingertips danced over the hardened bud, teasing and caressing, as his other hand trailed down your back, giving your ass a light but firm squeeze. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, as the heat between you became almost unbearable. You could feel his desire pulsating against you, almost matching the rhythm of your racing heartbeat. He then dragged his hand down your body until it met the hem of your nightie, his touch tracing the delicate fabric.  

The impatience built within you, as you yearned for him to explore further. His massive hand continued its journey, inching lower and lower, until it reached under and to the center of your innermost desires. With a tender yet possessive grip, he cupped your exposed, sopping core, sending a buzz of electricity through your entire being. He starts softly caressing your sensitivity, carefully switching between light strokes and firmer pressure. 

 "God, darlin', yur drippin' like honey down there," he whispered huskily in your ear. 

The weight of his hand, combined with the coolness of his rings, made it impossible to control the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to consume you. As he continued his intimate touch, you could feel the heat building within you, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through your whole body, making your toes curl and your back arch. Elvis eyed your expression, your scrunched eyebrows, shut eyes, the slight agape of your small mouth, revealing just how lost in the moment you were. He smiled mischievously and pulled his hand away from your heat, leaving you feeling a sudden void that sent a shiver down your spine. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze filled with amusement. The air around you crackled with anticipation as he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing your earlobe. 

"How ‘bout we take this lil' nightie off ya, doll?" Your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness as his words sent a rush of tingles down your body. 

With a subtle nod, you allowed him to take control, trusting him entirely. 

He gestured for you to lift your arms up, and he carefully slipped the delicate fabric over your head, revealing the curves and daintiness of your body beneath. His gaze seemed to appreciate every detail, from the suppleness of your breasts to the gentle curve of your hips. As the nightie hit the ground, you stood facing him, captivating him with your shy yet alluring presence. He brought his hands to your boobs, kneading them, causing a surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. 

He admired them in his large hands, "You jus got tha prettiest, perkiest pair ah titties I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered in his drawl. 

You blushed deeply, even though he'd always say the same thing every time he saw them. 

 He leaned down into your breasts and placed gentle kisses along the curve of each one, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled further down, exploring the softness of your stomach and the curves of your waist. You arched your back, allowing him to trail his kisses down your abdomen, leaving a trail of heat on your soft skin. He started lowering himself until he almost got to your heat. 

He looked back up at you as he spoke out, "M'gon take ah look at cha doll parts, ok? darlin'." His voice was filled with a mix of lust and tenderness.

 With a mumbled "A-Alright", you watched as he positioned himself lower between your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, before you interrupted.

 "W-Wait, I don't want you t'get h-hurt on your knees." Elvis having health issues, you couldn't help but worry and didn't want him putting strain on his knees due to his age. 

"Don't cha worry ‘bout me, sweetheart. Daddy's takin' good care ah himself." He reassured you with a gentle smile, his hands caressing one of your thighs. 

The concern in your eyes lingered, but his words provided some comfort. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your throbbing heat, and a mischievous smirk played on his lips. 

"But right now, I think there's sumn else that needs mah attention," he whispered huskily, "M'doll is lookin' so pretty an pink down here." 

You felt a rush of heat spread throughout your body as his words sank in. 

His touch on your thigh sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't help but feel torn between his desire and your worry for his well-being. However, as his hand moved closer to your throbbing heat, you found yourself giving into his touch, unable to resist the temptation that lay before you. He grazed his fingers against your hot flesh, feeling you shudder under his touch. 

As he leaned his face closer to your heat, he mumbled, "So perfect, jus f'me." 

He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a slow, tantalizing lick that made your body arch in pleasure. The intensity of the moment washed away any remaining doubts as you surrendered yourself completely to the passion and desire coursing through your veins. A symphony of soft moans filled the air as he continued to explore every inch of your moistness with his skilled tongue. He reached over and forcibly pulled one of your legs over his shoulder while the other remained balancing your posture and allowing him better access to your throbbing core. His hands firmly gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue delved deeper, swirling and flicking with expert precision. He pressed his face closer into your heat, feeling his nose graze your bud, sending electrifying tingles of pleasure throughout your body. The intensity of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, causing your toes to curl up and your breath to hitch in your throat. Every sensation seemed to be intensified, with every touch and movement driving you closer to the edge of bliss. Your itty-bitty fingers found their way into his hair, pulling gently as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure he was providing. 

 As he continued to devour you with his mouth, his hands roamed your trembling thighs, gripping them firmly as he held you in place. With each flick of his tongue and every gentle nip, the tension within you built, threatening to push you over the edge. You could feel your body arching towards him, desperate for release. The world around you faded into a hazy blur, leaving only its raw intensity.

 "Elvis-s...feels s-so good," you managed to gasp, your weak voice barely a whisper. 

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and need. His movements became more fervent, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. You could feel the slight familiar heat pooling between your thighs, your senses heightened as you yielded completely to the pleasure he was giving you. The sounds of your tiny gasps and the lapping of his tongue filled the room, creating a trance of pleasure that echoed in your ears, only pushing you more over the edge. Your body trembled with need, yearning for release, as the intensity of his mouth consumed you. Every nerve-ending tingled with pleasure, the sensation was electric and intoxicating. 

 With each passing second, the climax grew within you, the waves of pleasure crashing against your core. Your nails dug into his shoulders, desperately clinging to him as you rode the wave of ecstasy. His hands, strong and sure, held you steady, supporting your weight as you surrendered to the dizzying pleasure coursing through your body. Lost in the moment, you gasped for air, your breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. His mouth continued its assault on your dripping cunt, his tongue expertly flicking and teasing your swollen clit. Every touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through your overstimulated body, making it hard to think or speak. You tried to push his head away, tell him you needed a break, that you were reaching your limits, but he was stubborn as he continued licking up your release and savoring every drop. The intensity of his actions had you teetering between ecstasy and displeasure, your mind going numb. 

 As you struggled to regain control of your senses, you found yourself yanking his hair and grasping at his shoulder, trying to bring him back up to your embrace, but he wouldn't budge. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and sensitivity overwhelmed you, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. 

 Finding your voice, "Too much-h..t'much, daddy-y." 

You gasped, your voice trembling with a mixture of pleasure and a hint of discomfort. His actions had pushed you to the edge, and you needed him to ease off, even if just for a moment. As you tugged at his thick hair, you could feel his lips curl into a devilish smile against your skin. His grip tightened around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to ravish you with his mouth. The intensity of his action nearly blurred your vision, and he pulled away to give you a look. You felt relieved but were still in a gasping and quivering mess as he held your hips to calm you and keep you steady. 

"M'sorry doll, seems like papa bear jus can't get ‘nough uh yer sweet honey," he murmured, his voice filled with appetite. You give a timid smile as you try to regain thoughts.

 With a strength you had never seen before, he rose from his knees, towering over you. His eyes glimmered with a mixture of hunger and adoration as he stared down at you, you couldn't help but rest your body against his from slight exhaustion. In that moment, he saw you as his cherished doll, a testament to his faith in him and the divine guidance bestowed upon both of you.  As he stood before you, you noticed a subtle shift in his posture, he adjusted himself, making his bulge more prominent. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as his confidence and craving for you became increasingly evident. And as your fingers grazed across his hairy chest, finally breathing steadily again, he couldn't contain his passion any longer. 

He took hold of your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him and gently guiding you towards the bed. Lying your naked, slender body down, grabbing the small cross that hung around your neck, he paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on the symbol. The contrast of the saintly necklace against the sinful scenario heightened the vague nature of it all. With a passion fed by the shared devotion, he kissed the cross, then left kisses against your collarbone and chest, moving lower, leaving a trail of holy desire across your skin. The sight in front of you made you purr with anticipation, every nerve in your body aflame with a mix of excitement and a tinge of fright. And in that intimate moment, the boundaries between sacred and profane melted into an ecstasy that intoxicated both body and soul. As he trailed more kisses towards your belly, he looked at you, eyeing him, he got up from the bed, and you sat up slightly to see as he tugged at his tucked shirt from his waistline and started unbuttoning it. 

  Your heart races with suspense, desire igniting within you as you watch him undress. The sight of his pudgy yet strong physique only intensifies your desire for him, appreciating every special detail. In this moment, he is perfect to you, captivating you with his raw masculinity and genuine desire. As he finally removes his shirt, your eyes drink in every detail, savoring the sight of his wiry chest and abdomen hair. The beads of sweat already glistening on his skin only add to his allure, making him appear even more irresistible. He watches as you're in awe of his beauty, a smug smile appearing on his face. He knows the effect he has on you, and revels in the power it gives him. Slowly, he walks towards you, his steps deliberate and confident. You can feel your heart race, and your breath quickens. 

"Y'wanna try helpin’ me wit these, lil' girl?" His words flowed smoothly from his lips with that mesmerizing southern accent, the drawl adding a touch of charm to his request to help him with his pants. 

You sit up more and inch closer, your legs dangling from the bed as you try to gather the courage to respond. 

"P-Please, I'd like... to," you stammer at him sweetly in that soft voice he adores , your cheeks flushing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. 

 As you reach out to assist him, your fingertips graze over the firm bulge in his pants, making you momentarily lose focus. You quickly retract your hand, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through your body. He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches your reaction. Your cheeks grow even hotter as you meet his gaze. He stares into your doe-eyes, his smile never faltering. 

"No need ta be afraid, hon’. Y'seen him before," he says, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.

 You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, knowing it would be the first time seeing it so up close. 

With a nervous laugh, you reply, "Yes, b-but... not like this." 

He can't help but chuckle louder, his hand reaching out to gently touch your cheek. 

"Well, darlin', consider it an introduction then," he teases, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

 Despite your flustered state, you manage to regain composure and slowly begin undoing his big belt buckle, the trembling in your hands being noticeable. As you struggle with the clasp, you can't help but notice the stark difference in the size between his buckle and your hands. His deep chuckle vibrates through you, a sound of amusement. With determined focus, you finally manage to loosen the belt, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. And reach over to his zipper, your voice small and shaky. 

"C-Can I...can I undo this too?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

His eyes lock with yours, a mixture of adoration and desire shining through. 

"Uh course, my yittle baby can do anythin' she wants," he whispers huskily, his hands caressing your flushed cheeks. 

 You start bringing his zipper down, and as you do this, Elvis' heavy hand goes and gives your supple breast a light squeeze, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The touch is both gentle and possessive, sending a surge of electricity through your body. You can feel the heat between your legs rise as you continue to undo his zipper, revealing his hard on as it springs out, you can't help but let out a tiny gasp as it captures you with his size and girth up close. Despite not wearing any underwear, his arousal is evident on his glossy red tip as a bead of precum glistens at the slit. Your curiosity grows as you bring your shaky hand to give him a teasing stroke from base to tip, feeling the throbbing pulse of his large member in your hand. The combination of his commanding presence and your newfound control ignites a fiery desire within you. 

 Your heart racing, never having done this before, you looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

 "Is this-s okay?" you asked in a shy, uncertain voice. 

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. 

In his deep, southern accent, he reassured you, "Doll, ain't nothin' to be shy bout’. Yer doin' just fine. Keep goin' like that, nice an slow."

 As you held his cock in your hand, you marveled at its size and how it felt, barely fitting against your palm. With every stroke, you tried to mimic the rhythm you'd seen him do before when he'd spew himself on your tummy. The softness of his touch on your cheek reassured you, making you feel more at ease with each passing moment. As deep, low groans started flowing out of his mouth, you felt yourself grow more wet. His grip tightened on your cheek. The sound of his pleasure, mixed with the rush of the moment, sent shivers down your spine. You kept stroking him as you eyed it in front of you, glistening with anticipation. The sight of his throbbing member made your heart race, fueling your desire even further. His breathing became heavy, and the way his hips involuntarily bucked against your touch made it clear how much he was enjoying this moment as well. As you continued to stroke him, you felt his grip tug at your face to move closer to his manhood.

 Panic shot through you as you gazed up at him with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows, unsure of what he wanted next. 

"Awh, darlin’, don be scared," he whispered lovingly, his voice filled with tenderness. 

"Jus wants ya to give him some gentle kisses, show me how much ya adore me," he said, his words both soothing and tempting. 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you processed his request. This was so new to you, you'd never felt his with your lips or hands before. Slowly, you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his shaft. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and with a mix of nervousness and desire, you pressed your lips against him, planting soft, delicate kisses along the length of his throbbing member. As you pressed your lips against him, his scent filled your senses, it was a distinct aroma that aroused you even further, making your heart race with want. The way his flesh felt on your lips was like velvet—soft and smooth, yet with a subtle roughness that made it all the more exhilarating. You could feel his pulse throbbing beneath the surface, echoing the desire coursing through your own body. 

 He reached out to hold your face, making you look up at him as he ran a swipe across your lips with his thumb, "How bout' cha give him ah lil’ taste, baby," he whispered in a low, commanding voice. 

 The words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned with a mixture of nervousness, knowing it'd be your first time taking him in your mouth. With a shaky breath, you obediently parted your lips, allowing him to guide his throbbing shaft towards your waiting mouth. As the tip grazed your tongue, a surge of electricity shot through your body, causing your senses to heighten and your arousal to intensify. You could taste the saltiness of his arousal mingled with a hint of his musky scent, a heady combination that intoxicated you further. 

 As you slowly began to take him in, your mouth stretching and adjusting to accommodate his size, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort washed over you. You were a bit clumsy and couldn't help but gag a little at first, trying to relax and focus on your breathing. Your rookie inexperience was evident, but you were willing to please him. Slowly, you went just past his tip trying to find your own pace and rhythm. You felt him buck into you, making you tense up a little and unconsciously attempt to back away a little, he then firmly brought his broad hand to the back of your head. 

"Relax, f'me doll, jus wanna feel more of tha pretty little mouth," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. 

You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to panic as you looked up at him with your big eyes. 

 His grip on your head tightened slightly, guiding himself deeper into your mouth. Starting to gag, you struggled to maintain control and suppress the instinct to pull away. The taste of him overwhelmed your senses, and the musky scent of his skin filled your nostrils. As his hand continued to grip your head, his pace quickened, and you could feel his desire building. Your mind raced with a mixture of fear and arousal, unsure of how to navigate this new territory. 

 His other hand went to caress your face, giving it a soft slap, "Doin' so good, tiny," he groaned out. 

The sensation of his hand connecting with your cheek sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through your body. You felt the corners of your mouth starting to burn due to the stretch from his size, and you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to handle, but you liked this, you liked the thrill of exploring uncharted territory with him. It was a delicate dance between pleasure and pain, and you found yourself surrendering to the unknown. As his hand continued to explore your face, you felt him trying to horse himself in deeper, but you weren't letting him as you brought your hands up to rest against his upper thighs.

 He brought his large palm to stroke your throat, breathing out, "C'mon, baby, r-relax tha itty-bitty throat ah yours."  

His voice was low and velvet-like, sending shivers down your spine. You hesitated for a moment, but you did as he said. As you did this, he bucked straight to the back of your throat, almost fitting his whole shaft inside. The sudden intensity took you by surprise, causing a gag reflex to kick in. You fought against it, as you let out a tiny cry that sent vibrations to his cock and only seemed to heighten his pleasure. The tip of your nose is just barely grazing against his pubic hair. The sensation of his soft curls against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through your body, fueling the fire that was already burning within you. 

You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the scent of his arousal filled the air around you. 

 As he thrust deeper into your mouth, your eyes began to water. The taste of him, slightly salty and intoxicating, lingered on your tongue, further abusing your senses. Your mind became a blur of sensations, the taste of him, the pressure against your throat, and the sound of his ragged breaths. He groaned above you, the sounds of your sweet muffled yelps and his cock hitting the back of your throat seemed to just rile him up more. But just as he was reaching the edge, he suddenly stopped himself. Harshly, he pulled out of your mouth, his length glistening with arousal and your saliva. 

 "Goddamn, honey!" he panted, his voice filled with lust. 

You gasped for air, your lips still tingling from his intense assault. Your eyeliner smudged from the force of his movements, matching the chaotic state of your mind. The taste of his saltiness lingered on your tongue, intertwining with the bitter sensation of adrenaline that coursed through your veins. You went to wipe your lips, feeling the mess of him and your drool covering your soft lips and chin, but he grabbed your hand before you could clean yourself up. His eyes locked with yours, and he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, sealing the taste of him on your lips in a deliciously filthy embrace. He pulled back, seeing your puzzled state, and reached up to clean some of your smudged eyeliner with the pad of his thumb. 

"Lordy, girl, ya sure make this old man feel young again," he chuckled, his voice laced with passion. 

You felt a rush of warmth surge through your body at his words. Not having a chance to answer, he gripped your face closer, giving you a harsher kiss. 

As he pulled back from the kiss, his grip on your face tightened, and he forcefully guided you back down onto the bed. You let out a low gasp at his sudden roughness as you lay there, arousal coursing through your veins. The sound of his pants and buckle hitting the carpet was heard in the room, only making you more aware of the intensity of the moment. You couldn't help but bring your hand and rub your small digits over your cunt, the ache almost paining you. Elvis saw the way you were growing needier and needier, and he let out a low chuckle. As he climbed onto the bed, the mattress shifted underneath you, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced up at him with your doe eyes, feeling both needy and shy at the same time. His gaze intensified, and his lips still formed a smirk, he brought his hand down over yours and pulled it away to catch a look at your throbbing core, glistening with desire. 

"M’god, yur all rosy an swollen," he teased, and he went to cup it in his hefty palm, relishing in the wetness that coated his fingers. 

You felt your body jolt at his touch, showing just how sensitive you were. Your breath hitched as he continued to stroke you, his fingers dancing lightly over your pulsing center. Giving your pussy two light slaps to heighten your arousal, he chuckled lowly, reveling in the way you flinched. He pulled his hand away and positioned himself in front of you as he pulled your legs apart and made them bend so that your knees were raised, exposing your most intimate area more to him. You watched as he reached for something, a dark glimmer in his eyes. As he retrieved the pistol another time tonight, a rush of anticipation and fear coursed through your veins once again. 

"It's alright, doll. Only wanna have more fun wit cha." The mix of arousal and trepidation overwhelming you. 

"O-Oki," you mumbled softly after some time, your voice barely audible as you tried to steady your racing heart. 

 You watched as he moved closer between your legs and raised his arm over to your face, grazing the barrel along your cheek and slowly moving it towards your mouth. You look at him, and he gestures to open your mouth. You're hesitating, but comply. He swiftly inches the cold metal into your hot mouth as it grazes over your tongue, it tastes metallic and foreign. You can feel the weight of it against your tongue, the coolness spreading throughout your mouth. He slowly moves it in and out of your mouth, staring at him, his expression filled with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. As the cold metal continues to dance against your tongue, you feel him withdraw it as a string of your saliva comes along the tip of the metal. You can't help but shudder at the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and a strange, illicit pleasure. He brings the gun down along your neck, brushing against your necklace, then to your chest, tracing a chilling path along your skin. The metal's touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Bringing the gun to your breast, he traces it over your hardened nipple. You let out a shaky breath.

"Daddy-y," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. 

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he replies, "Does it excite cha, doll?" 

Your heart races as you nod, unable to form words. 

Your body hums with anticipation as he continues his tantalizing exploration. The cold metal trails down your abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape your lips. He stops the gun just above your lower abdomen, his fingers gently tracing circles across your sensitive skin. 

His voice drips with seduction as he murmurs huskily, "You want more, don't ya, tiny?" 

Your breathing quickens, as you notice how close he is to your aching cunt. Gulping, you watch as he hovers it just above the bundle of nerves with a quick motion. You reach to stop him, your mind filled with hesitation. But he was quick to raise his hand with the gun in his grip. 

“Aye now, none of that babydoll, hmm.” he asserts firmly.

You brought your balled up fists to rest on your chest and gave him an understanding pout, letting him graze the gun on your bud. As he does, a mixture of fear and excitement surges through your body. The dangerous thrill intensifies as you feel the cool metal brush against your hot, sensitive flesh. Your soft whimpers escape in short gasps as he rubs the barrel along your outer lips. As the tension builds, his touch becomes more deliberate, tracing the outline of your entrance with the cold barrel. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you feel yourself tense up as you feel him trying to push the gun inside you. 

 "Wait, wait!" you stammered, your voice trembling with nervousness. 

"Is-isn't.. this, too dangerous Elvis?" you stumbled over your words, feeling hazy and disoriented. 

The rush of adrenaline mixed with fear creates a dizzying sensation, clouding your thoughts and making it difficult to articulate your concerns. He looked at you with a stubborn expression, his gaze unwavering. 

"Come on, darlin," he said, his eyes gleaming with desire.

 "'Member why wer doin' this hmm, the Lord struck me with this vision, and I ain't one ta ignore His call." His words echoed in your mind, intertwining with the doubts that swirled within you.

 The weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders, he leaned in towards you. Placing his forehead against yours as his grip on the gun continues toying with your entrance for access. 

"No, no," you stammer, your voice shivering. 

"I don't— f-feels wrong." 

Fear grips your heart as his eyes bore into yours, a flicker of anger crossing his face. His grip tightens around the gun, pushing against your opening.

 "Don't cha understand?" he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and fervor.

 "This is tha path we must walk together, doll, guided by His will." 

Your mind races, the conflicting emotions tearing at your soul. You look into his eyes and see a glimmer of hope—of someone who believes in something greater than themselves. In the midst of the intense moment, mingling with your feelings of desperation, you seek divine guidance. You hold onto the belief that, through this unsettling path, you and Elvis are bound by a higher purpose, walking together under the will of a greater power. As the intensity builds, Elvis places a hand on your cheek, seeing how your racing thoughts are slowly starting to disappear. 

"Attagirl, trust in Him, in Me." he uttered in his soothing drawl. 

As you look into Elvis' eyes, you find solace in his words and the comfort of his touch. In that moment, you give him a nod and surrender to the newfound growing faith, allowing yourself to trust in a higher plan. The pressure against your center intensifies as he continues rubbing it with the gun. Despite the unease, you remain connected through the shared purpose and the touch of his hand on your cheek. You feel as he retracts the gun from your entrance and backs up along your clit trying to give you pleasure in the midst of your discomfort, his movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. The combination of unease and pleasure leaves you bewildered, yet strangely more aroused. Your mind struggles to comprehend the conflicting sensations, but your body responds instinctively, arching towards his touch. He watches as you enter a state of bliss once more, the pistol getting easier to glide along your folds from all your slick. Inching the gun back towards your entrance, he presses it against you with a firm yet gentle pressure. 

"Quit clenchin', honey," he grumbled, his breath tickling your ear. 

You try to relax, and let go of the fear that still lingers in the back of your mind. As he eases the pistol's tip inside you, the cold metal sends shivers down your spine, contrasting with the warmth radiating from your core.

 "Look at cha tiny, yur doin' purfect." he purrs out as he lifts himself from hovering over you to take a look at how your cunt clenches at the muzzle. 

 As he begins to move it in a slow, rhythmic motion, you can't help but be amazed at the conflicting sensations overwhelming your body. The fear that once gripped you tightly begins to fade away, replaced by curiosity. The coldness of it all sends shivers down your spine. Elvis feels a mix of satisfaction, desire, and a hint of surprise as he sees how your body responds to his actions. He puts more of the pistol's barrel in, so you're taking about two inches of the gun. You hear him chuckle as he sees how wet and heated you are, and your face flushes deep with embarrassment. He moves slowly in and out at a delicious pace that has you letting out low gasps and moans of pleasure. As the pleasure intensifies, every movement of the pistol sends waves of ecstasy through your body. The combination of fear and arousal fills the room, creating an electric and forbidden ambience. With each thrust, you tighten around the barrel, your soft gasps and moans blend into a symphony of pleasure, driving him to push slightly deeper into you. The sensation of the cold metal against your walls only heightens the intensity of the moment, as you surrender completely to the dangerous passion enveloping you.

 "Daddy-y..I-." You start to feel that heat pooling in the low part of your belly, spreading through your entire body, reaching your fingertips, and curling your toes.

 Elvis sees that you're on the brink of pure bliss and pulls the pistol out of your throbbing heat, leaving you feeling empty, his eyes filled with hunger. With a mischievous smile, he grazes the pistol against your folds and up to your bud, and you can't help but shudder with anticipation. The cool touch of the metal against your sensitive clit sends a jolt of electricity through your veins. As Elvis continued to tease and taunt, you grabbed his wrist with both hands, barely able to wrap around it and pressed the side of the barrel more firmly against your bud while slowly moving your hips upward. 

Elvis saw this and was amused, smirking, “Look at cha honey, goin' crazy over ah piece of metal.’’

 Lost in bliss, you didn't pay attention to his words, you were so drowsy from the feeling and trying to chase that sensation you craved again. This ticked something in Elvis though, he had gotten jealous over the thought of something else but him giving you such grand pleasure. He yanked the gun from you with a growl, and threw it across the room, you let out a whine while looking at him dumbfounded. 

"N-no, Elvis-s!" You stammer, your voice laced with nerves and frustration. 

"W-Why did you, you do that-t? I was almost-." 

His eyes narrowed, and his voice was filled with annoyance. 

"You was almost wha, huh? Y’were gettin' lost in some dang stupid piece ah metal!" 

You bite your lip, the familiar sensation of nervousness coursing through your veins.

 "but.. but you.." you stutter, confused. 

He shakes his head, his bitterness evident as he moves over so he's resting against the headboard, "I jus... I don like seein' yur little pussy gettin' all soppin' wet if it ain't cause ah me. I ain't gotta be competin’ with no damn gun."  

Your heart races as his words sink in, a mix of desire and uncertainty swirling within you. You bite your lower lip, feeling a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins as you sit up and crawl in front of him. 

"But," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation. 

"I-I was only feeling so, so good b-because you were there w-with me." you said quietly.

 His eyes darken with a dangerous intensity, and a smirk plays at the corners of his lips. His mood instantly switching again.

 "Is that so, doll?" he growls out. 

"I reckon, ya c’mere nd make me feel better then," he gestures you over to his lap with a swift motion. 

Your heart races as you obediently move closer, your body trembling with desire, but nervous hoping he wasn't still angry. As you straddle his lap, you can feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within you. His strong hands grip your hips firmly, and you can't help but let out a small whimper as you hover above his hard throbbing cock. 

"Why doncha give me ah sweet ride, darlin' '', his blue eyes dark with want. 

You gulp, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of the moment. With a raised confidence, you slowly lower yourself onto him while holding on to his broad shoulders for support, gasping at the slight stretch. Still not quite used to his size, you feel your legs quiver. His deep groan echoes in your ears as he tightens his grip on your hips, guiding you lower. 

"Lord, honey, this lil' pussy needs sum stretchin'," he blurts out in a low tone. 

You let out a pitiful cry as you took him in fully, your bodies becoming entirely intertwined in a passionate embrace. 

"Oh...oh god," you whine, your voice trembling with pleasure.

 You feel Elvis slowly beginning to thrust upward into your dripping heat, filling you completely with every movement. Each thrust sends waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you powerless to resist his advances. As the intensity builds, the rhythm of your bodies matches the beat of your racing hearts. With each deep thrust, you can't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, your senses consumed by the touch of his skin against yours. 

Elvis whispered in your ear, his voice filled with lust and desire, "Y'feel so good, tiny. F-Fuck, can't get enuff of yuh." 

His words sent shivers down your spine, adding to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing. As he continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate, Elvis let out a low moan that echoed through the room. The sound of his moan only fueled your own desire, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body arched against his, seeking more of his touch, more of his passion. 

 The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of his musky scent mixed with a hint of sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that heightened the atmosphere. Each breath you took seemed to draw you deeper into the moment, as if surrounding yourself with his essence would somehow bring you closer to him. The sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin echoed through the air, creating a trance of pleasure that drowned out all other thoughts.  

 As your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, you couldn't help but run your hands through his chest hair, feeling the softness beneath your fingertips. His groans filled the room, fueling the fire that burned between your legs. The feeling of his large arms wrapped tightly around your small waist provided a sense of security. You felt him ram into you deeper and couldn't help but let out a wail of pleasure as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, building towards an inevitable climax. His lips found yours, their touch igniting a fire within you that matched the one consuming your every sense. 

You pulled away, “Oh, I, I can-n feel it in m’tummy.” you softly cried out.

 "Is ma yittle d-dolly feelin’ all good in... er t-tummy?" He panted, sending shivers down your spine.  

 "Mhmm," you moaned, barely able to form words as the pleasure intensified. 

As his thrusts continued, the sensation in your stomach intensified—a delicious ache that made you yearn for it. You could feel the tension building, the coiling of desire ready to explode into an overwhelming release. He held you even tighter, his thrusts becoming more passionate. Your vision blurring, you felt his other hand glide over to your bundle of nerves, pushing you to reach your peak of ecstasy. Each movement drew you closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. With a breathless cry, you shattered into a million pieces, waves of pleasure washing over you and leaving you completely spent. Collapsing onto his hard yet soft chest, your legs trembled above him as you both basked in the impact of your intense orgasm. You could tell he was still yearning for release, his need was evident as his cock still throbbed and thrust inside you. 

 Catching your breath, you felt him shift underneath you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He flipped you over onto your stomach, positioning you exactly as he desired. You gasped in shock, but your jumbled mind prevented you from fully comprehending the situation. The aftershocks of your orgasm only made you struggle to process what was happening. As he entered you again, every thrust sent waves of pleasure and confusion coursing through your body. His hands firmly gripping your waist, he guided the rhythm, leaving you vulnerable and powerless to resist. Although your mind was clouded, your body arched in response to his commanding touch, willing to surrender once again to his insatiable desires. The weight of him pressed down on you, enveloping you in a delicious mix of pleasure and submission. Every movement seemed to blur the lines between pain and bliss, blurring the boundaries of your own identity. His chest brushed against your bare back, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already electrifying experience. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch and mingle with his own ragged exhales. The occasional sound of a low, guttural growl escaped from deep within him, further fueling the fire that consumed both of you. And then, unexpectedly, another climax crept up on you, taking you by surprise and leaving you gasping for air.

"E-Elvis" you wailed out.

Your voice cracked with desperation, and your body quivered with the force of the pleasure coursing through you.

“Mmf, h-hang in there, baby.” He comforted trying to soothe your overstimulated mind and body.

He continued to move against you, his own release imminent, but he didn't falter in his rhythm, driving you to the edge once again. As your mellow moans filled the room, the air crackled with a raw and primal energy, and you could feel the intensity of his desire he was clawing at. The world seemed to blur around you, your senses consumed by the blend of pleasure and drowsiness. Your mind was clouded, lost in a sea of sensations that left you highly sensitive.

 Every touch, every stroke sent electric currents coursing through your body, heightening your pleasure to an almost unbearable level. The intensity became too much to handle, pushing you to the edge of sanity. You felt your body exhausted and your mind going empty, the only thing you could do was clench the sheets beneath you, desperately trying to ground yourself in some semblance of reality. The room around you felt like it was spinning, a dizzying carousel of colors and shadows. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, the air feeling heavy and suffocating against your skin. He lets out a gnawing grunt, pulls himself out, and sits up on his knees. Swiftly stroking himself until he spews his release onto your ass. You feel a sense of relief and soreness as you try to come down from your powerful orgasms and still your breathing. 

 He chuckles weakly, spreading his cum over both of your cheeks with his smooth tip, "T-Tiny, yer lil’ booty sure looks even p-perttier covered with mah babies." he pants out.

If even possible, your face heats up even more at his witty comment, and you gather the strength to look over back at him through half-lidded eyes, the feeling of drowsiness and contentment consuming you.

 "D-did I do good, b-bub?" you murmur, your voice carrying a soft, low tone. He smiles wearily, his hand gently stroking your hair. 

"Y'did more th-than good," he slurs, his voice filled with exhaustion yet affection. 

You are can feel his weariness as he lies back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling heavily as beads of sweat glisten on his forehead. The room is filled with a comfortable silence and your breaths as you both bask in the aftermath of the erotic, hazardous experience. Slowly, he reaches out to caress your cheek, his touch tender and loving. 

"You were perfect…perfect f'me, sweet, yittle, doll," he murmurs, sleep already taking him. 

As his hand caressed your hair, you couldn't help but feel a sense of divine connection. The words wrap around you like a warm blanket, and you know that you have pleased him, fulfilled his message. The intertwining of the pleasure and fear you faced made you question the boundaries of your faith. Still drowsy, you inch closer to Elvis and rest your head against his fluffy, warm chest, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. You looked up at his face, his eyes were closed in peaceful contentment. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow from a lamp in the corner as you both lay in each others mess. On the wall, the cross hangs, casting a shadow that dances alongside the gentle sway of his snores. You close your heavy eyelids, cuddling closer to his warmth, succumbing to exhaustion from the nights events as sleep overtakes you both.

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[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Hestia Deep Dive

Lady Hestia is a wonderful goddess, she is always there for everyone, I adore Lady Hestia, I do not worship her personally but I know well that she is Amazing.

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

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[babyjakes]

baby duck. [blurb.]

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event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | ari's little ducky needs help drying off.

pairing | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!ari and little!reader), just so fluffy :'))

word count | 398

requested by @buckyshbic | Daddy! Ari x Little!Reader with the pet name “Ducky”?? I’m thinking soft everything all the time. Sundresses and a million blankets and the best bubble baths with gentle Daddy 💕

an | aww hehe i love this request thanks for sending it in bby!!! i just love the idea of ari's little sweetheart in a cute little sundress, him calling her ducky, wrapping her up in a little towel when she gets all wet from splashing around in the rain :''') i hope you enjoy this sweet little blurb, friend!!!!

"Oh my goodness," Ari chuckles, crouching down before you as you stand on the rug in the entryway. "My silly little ducky, what happened to you? You're all wet, sweetheart." He can't help but smile at you lovingly as you grin so sweetly back at him, your hair dripping a bit from your mini adventure into the rain.

"Raining outside, Daddy," you giggle as your bare toes wiggle against the soft, fuzzy rug beneath you. "Was cold out there, can't have a picnic today," you inform him with a slight frown.

"I guess not, huh?" your daddy coos softly as he continues to smile at you. With the big, fluffy towel he grabbed from the hall closet, he gently reaches out and starts patting you dry. "Your new sundress got all wet, baby duck. We'll have to hang it up and let it dry," he laughs gently. You twist and wiggle happily as he wraps the towel around you, trying to help you dry off. "You're so silly, sweetie. Does that feel nice?"

You nod as your smile grows wider. "Fluffy, Daddy!" you beam as he brings the towel up to rub against your head gently. "Can I wear my sundress when it's sunny out again? Please, Daddy?" you ask with big, hopeful eyes.

Ari plants a kiss on your nose as he nods, "Of course you can, sweet girl. You look so darling in your new dress; Daddy can't wait to take you out when it's nice and sunny for that picnic I promised you." Noticing your shivering, he helps you begin to strip down right there in the front entryway, hoping that getting the damp garment off of you will help you warm up. "Shhh baby, you're okay," your daddy murmurs as he wraps the soft towel around your trembling form, collecting the soaked dress and bringing it over to the railing of the staircase to dry. "What do you think, little ducky?" he asks as he returns to you, lifting you up in his arms as he sneaks in another kiss on your cheek. "Would a nice, soothing bath help you warm up?"

Your face lights up at the offer of a bath. You nod eagerly as Ari grins at your enthusiastic response. "Alright, little one," he cheers as he carries you down the hall toward the bathroom. "Bath time for baby duck it is!"

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

These calls accompany Victor’s High School SSR “Carefree Years,” but don’t contain any spoilers from the story itself~ ❤️

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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【1ST CALL】

Victor: The playlist a certain someone just shared with me seems to be a bit different from her usual taste. 

Victor: “Melodies that accompanied us through those years of youth” ... 

Victor: What’s gotten you so nostalgic suddenly? 

MC: Haha, I stumbled upon this through random notifications and found it quite fascinating~ 

MC: So, speaking of which, what kind of stuff would you usually have playing on your earphones back when you were at school? It wouldn’t be all English listening exercises, right? 

Victor: Set your wild thoughts aside, and yes, of course, I would also listen to music sometimes. 

Victor: But there were also times when I would have nothing playing at all. 

MC: You mean like simply leaving them in your ears? 

Victor: Yeah. Seeing you with your earphones on, some of the individuals who are tactful enough won’t come forward to initiate a conversation again. 

Victor: Doing this is convenient to save yourself from a lot of unnecessary hassles. 

MC: Turns out, it can also be used as a shielding device! What a cool way to pull a “switcheroo”! Speaking of which, I’ve had similar experiences too. 

MC: Victor, do you know what other things an electronic dictionary can be handy for besides looking up words? 

Victor: Importing e-books in .txt format. 

MC: Ah, so, you did this too! 

Victor: Nope. I caught people in the act. 

MC: You wouldn’t be... 

Victor: Mm-hmm. I was in charge of inspecting such rule-breaching activities back then. 

MC: ...humph, I have nothing more to discuss with someone who used to be an inspector. 

MC: But out of curiosity, what would happen if I were to be caught red-handed by you? 

Victor: I would most likely rap on your desk, signaling for you to step outside with me. 

Victor: And then, I would confiscate the electronic dictionary and hand you a registration form. 

Victor: [putting on a voice but doesn’t sound strict at all, subconsciously reminding himself she is my girlfriend and I’d get hell later LMAO] “Classmate, write your name here, and remember not to get caught by me again.” 

MC: That strict? What if I plead with the Discipline Inspector for leniency~ 

MC: [you’re supposed to put on a cute voice here haha] “I bought this with the pocket money I saved for a long time! Please, inspector classmate, let me off the hook, pretty please, sob sob sob~” 

Victor: Based solely on your tone over the phone call, I can’t feel much sincerity or remorse. 

Victor: I’ll be home shortly, and I’m looking forward to your in-person demonstration. 

Victor: Then, I’ll carefully mull it over whether to let you off the hook, or not. 

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【2ND CALL】

Victor: MC, your package just arrived, and it had some damage to the box when it was delivered. So, I went ahead and unpacked it for you. 

Victor: But why did you buy a whole box of steam eye masks and eye patches? 

MC: Well, the seller happened to be running a promotion, and I couldn’t resist the temptation... 

Victor: Mm-hmm, you do get tempted very easily. 

Victor: If not for that, we wouldn’t have a stockpile of “buy three, get one free” laundry detergent at home, nor would we have those Hawaiian-themed bath towels as “freebies for signing up.” 

Victor: Let’s make it clear beforehand, don’t pull me into “using them up” together when the time comes. 

MC: Victor, don’t be so heartless. I’ve put a lot of thought into selecting these items this time. 

MC: You may not be aware, but steam eye masks come in many different scents nowadays. 

Victor: Chamomile, rose, eucalyptus... I can understand how these floral scents might work, but coffee aroma? Are you sure it can help with sleep? 

MC: Oh no, that one’s for keeping you energized! I hadn’t heard of this one before, so I decided to purchase it and give it a try~ 

MC: They claim its effectiveness is on par with the eye exercises we used to do in our student days; it not only provides eye protection but also refreshes and sharpens the mind. 

Victor: In that case, why don’t you consider resuming the eye exercises twice a day from now on? Who knows, it might yield even better results. 

MC: In the world of adults, it’s very challenging to squeeze out time for exercise. 

Victor: I’m not entirely convinced of that. 

Victor: If you utilize all this time you spend shopping impulsively on online sites, it will be sufficient. 

MC: Humph, when I get home tonight, I’m gonna make you join me for an eye mask evaluating session! 

Victor: I’m afraid my eyes won’t be able to handle such a heavy responsibility. 

MC: Well, even though a certain someone says that, in the end, he will still cooperate with me~ 

MC: When the time comes, I will have the aromatherapy and candles prepared, and we’ll start with the eyepatches to kickstart the relaxation process. 

MC: After that, we’ll apply the eye masks for a complete relaxation session. 

Victor: ...couldn’t we perhaps spend this time better participating in some outdoor activities, something that genuinely focuses on eye health and relaxation? 

Victor: Instead of relying on flashy remedies, it’s more effective to go out and do some physical activities. 

MC: Hehe, have you realized that we have already mapped out a perfect weekend itinerary? 

MC: Why don’t we just go to that camping site we’ve been wanting to go fishing for a long time! Hold on, I’ll call to make a reservation shortly. 

Victor: It seems like a certain someone had this all planned out in advance, am I right? 

MC: It’s all thanks to CEO Victor’s guidance that this small idea was implemented in reality so efficiently~ 

Victor: I think I’d prefer to experience your “efficiency” in other aspects. 

Victor: Why don’t you start by making a checklist of the camping essentials we’ll need? 

Victor: And after you’re off work, try to get back home a bit earlier. I’ll have the aromatherapy and candles prepared in advance to create a cozy work-friendly atmosphere for a certain someone. 

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

ATTACK ON TITAN AFTERCARE HEADCANNONS

(Characters included:Levi, Sasha, and Mikasa)

(Warning: NSFW themes but mostly comfort)

Levi Ackerman

☕️Levi would take care of you

☕️After you both came and you two are breathing heavy he would hold you for a few minutes, then he would make tea for the both of you

☕️He would ask you what type of tea you wanted

☕️While the tea was brewing (Yeah I said brewing idk how to make tea so leave me alone) he would definitely clean up (changed the sheets, wiped the mess you made, and pick up the clothes off the floor)

☕️After he got the tea you both will sit down and sip on the tea

☕️If you want he would start a bath for you so you can relax, if you want him to join then he’ll most likely join

☕️If he felt like he went too hard then he would give you a little massage

Sasha Braus

🍞Sasha would be playful afterwards

🍞She would definitely find a way to make you laugh and she will no matter what.

🍞Sasha doesn’t care what she has to do, tickle you, tell jokes, tell a funny story about Jean and Connie. This girl is determined to make you laugh for sure

🍞She will tease you saying how cute your noises sounded and how she was hungry for more of you

🍞She’ll most likely get tired and will try to convince you to forget about cleaning up because it can wait until tomorrow and to stay in bed with her and cuddle while you two sleep

🍞If you can’t sleep she would probably tell you a story about herself or just any story to help you relax and go to sleep

Mikasa Ackerman

⚔️Mikasa in my opinion is the queen of aftercare

⚔️She doesn’t mind doing all the work, all she wants is for you to be relaxed. (Trust me after having sex with Mikasa Ackerman you definitely need some good rest)

⚔️Anything you want or need she’s got it. Towels, clean bed sheets, a new set of clean clothes, a drink, some food, (another round), a bath ready, a massage, you name it you got it

⚔️She would definitely ask you multiple times if you are okay and if you’re hurting anywhere

⚔️She will wait to go to sleep until you fall asleep first, it gives her comfort knowing that you’re relaxed and resting.

⚔️While you are asleep she will admire you in her head and hold you in her arms while whispering sweet praises.

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Masterlist:

In the Masterlist there’s a link to make requests :)

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[aurora567]

Blue Shadow

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, sex, light bondage, cream pies.

Summery: This man does not get enough love. So here’s a short Souei one shot.

Word count: 4,953

The town had grown quickly. It felt like only last week that the homes were barely solid walls with a roof. Now the town was on its way to becoming a city, its population had nearly exploded with the vast new comers thanks to the new alliance that had come after defeating the orc lord. The orc’s large labor force really ramped up the building ability of the town. New buildings went up in a new record time. Better homes and new buildings were all over the town. The one building that seems loved by all was the outdoor bathhouse. And it was beautiful. But for Miyuki she could not truly enjoy the bath house like the others. The hot water was just too much for her. And anything more than two minutes in the water would make her sick. After all, a snow woman didn’t take heat well.

She had tried to go to the bath house after it had been built. But just standing around the hot water had been enough to make her uncomfortable and feeling off. So now with the need for a fresh bath she held a towel in hand as well as some clean clothes before she started walking out of the town. Many didn’t pay the pale woman much attention. After all, she was far from home. The Great Forest of Jura was far from the mountains her type would call home. But thanks to being granted the name Miyuki from Lord Rimuru she had the power to easily keep the air around her cool enough to keep from overheating on really hot days.

With her need for a good bath she slipped from the town easily. The dark forest around her did not concern her. The animals and lower level monsters were no concern to her. Anyways she was not going far. A little pond sat not too far from the town. It would be the perfect place to bathe for her. Private enough to allow her to relax, while being close enough she did not have to walk all that far.

She came to a stop once the pond had filled her view. The moonlight glincened off the water's surface. It was a breathtaking view of the beauty of nature as some trees circled the water adding in helping to keep it and anyone who could be swimming or bathing from prying eyes. Well that is as long as those prying eyes had not purposely followed said bather.

She gently placed her clean clothes down on some grass. Her fingers then reached up to start working at the knot of her obi on her kimono that princess Shuna had been so gracious to make for her. It was a breathtaking baby blue and was her favorite of all her clothes she had so far been granted. With the obi pulled off she could feel the material around her body come loose. But before it could completely fall open she held the material together.

“You know I would almost think you are not a very good spy,” she said, picking her head up to shift and look into the tall branches of a tree not too far behind her watching the figure in the tree drop down after a moment of what she guessed was hesitation as she watched him land before using just his name as a greeting, “Souei.”

He didn’t say anything as he now stood in front of the tree he had been hiding in when she had stopped at the pond. That was fine with her, she had noticed the dark haired man always seemed a little more on the quiet side than some of his louder comrades. She had also just assumed he never cared much for her. Then again it wasn’t like they associated much. She couldn’t tell if the figure standing before her was actually the man in question or a shadow clone of his. She knew he used them a lot to patrol the perimeter of the town. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised she had been followed.

“What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” He finally asked as she turned her back to him about to continue preparing for her bath.

“Bathing. The bath water at the bathhouse is too warm for me. So I figured this place would be a good area to bathe at. And doing it while most are asleep should give me the most privacy,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him as she started to shift the fabric a little of her kimono letting one shoulder become visible to him. But she had not yet let the kimono completely fall off of her.

“Now are you going to just stand there? If you're going to stick around you are welcome to join me,” she offered before turning to look back at the water. He never did answer her, and honestly she expected he would simply turn and leave. She even gave him a minute before she finally let the kimono drop to the ground leaving her completely naked before she grabbed her soap and shampoo and headed for the water. She never did bother to look back at the kijin as she dropped her soaps at the water's edge and started to wade into the cool water. It was still a bit warmer than she would like. But this temperature was much more to her liking than the steaming hot water of the bathhouse. She walked till the water reached her navel before she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

This was already helping her feel a lot better as she slowly walked a little farther into the water till it was lapping at the bottom of her breasts. She quickly dunked herself into the water till her head was soaked before breaking the surface to stand straight again as she let out another soft sigh and moved to wipe the water from her eyes before opening them.

Curiosity was starting to kill her, she had not been able to tell if he had left or not. Sure she could still sense him, but was he still standing in the same spot she had left him at? Or had he moved? Was he back in the trees watching her from a distance? She didn’t know. She was well aware her nipples had grown perk with the cool water against them. But her curiosity must be sated, and so she slowly turned to face the shoreline where her clothes sat. As her pale eyes looked for him.

He had indeed moved, but it was not in either way she assumed he would have. He was now standing beside the pile of her clothes on the ground. She felt her lips curl as she noticed his eyes were on her as she turned to face him.

“Well are you just going to stand there?” She asked with a light tilt of her head and a small smirk on her lips.

“Don’t worry I am not cooling the water or anything,” she said before she turned her back to him, well aware his eyes had drifted from her face when she stood there, her top half completely sticking out of the water. With her back turned to him she lifted her hands up over her head to start running her fingers lightly through her damp hair as if trying to work some knots out of it. She was putting on a teasing little show. And she did not care because it was fun.

Then again maybe it was only fun because she felt brave and confident that Souei would not actually do anything. She assumed he may just watch her. Whatever, she could have some fun seeing how much she could push him with some fun flirting. She really did not expect him to actually do anything. He just didn’t seem the type, he rarely paid attention any time a woman in the town tried to flirt with him. She was starting to wonder if he just didn’t like those girls? Or was it women in general he didn’t like? She was honestly questioning it before tonight.

But the sound of sudden water being splashed had her body tense up suddenly. And she couldn’t help the soft exhale she gave of a cool, frosty breath. She had invited him, so she shouldn’t be so surprised. But she had honestly never expected him to actually do it. Well shit, shit, shit, that’s all that ran through her mind as she listened to the splashing.

“What happened to that cocky attitude you had just a moment ago?” Lips brushing her ear had her jump as she whipped her head over to look at Souei who was standing closely behind her.

“I didn’t think you would actually take up my invitation,” she blurted out before blushing an ever so slight bit at the realization she had said what she had been thinking out loud. Well fuck she had not meant to say that to him. And now her blunder was only making her more flustered.

He started to lightly chuckle at her answer and then the embarrassment that had instantly followed. She could feel each puff of air glance her ear. She could nearly feel his chest against her back. And she was sure if she was suddenly blinded she would still be able to nearly feel his chest vibrating.

“Shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” he said against her ear which had her turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder.

“I still stand by my invitation. I was just surprised is all,” she said simply as she tried to turn her head enough to be able to look up at his face. She kept her eyes locked on his face. It was easy enough to tell he was topless in the water. And she had no desire to see if the rest of him was also just as naked.

For what was probably the first time since she met the kijin she watched his lips curl up into an ever so slight smirk. The usually quiet and private man seemed to be opening up to her a little. Then again she had never spoken so much to him in all the weeks she had known him.

“So do you spy on everyone who leaves the town or just those trying to bathe?” She asked, unable to help herself as she teased him lightly.

“Just had to make sure you were not getting yourself into any trouble,” he said simply before she turned her head back to look ahead of her and out into the pond more.

“Oh I’m getting myself into some trouble alright,” she teased as she kept her back to him and raised her hands to run her fingers through her hair.

She had felt the slightest glance of fingers along her ribs seconds before those same fingers glanced across the bottom of her breasts. It seemed he was testing the water to see if she would stop him. This was what she wanted, she had no plans to stop him. Honestly she would not have expected the quiet man to be so brave. Or maybe he just always seemed like a workaholic was the better word. She mostly only saw him training, on guard duty or around Rimuru. The only time he didn’t seem to be working was at meal times. But she was not about to argue about it. She had always found the quiet man attractive.

His warm hands were calloused and rough against the sensitive skin of her breasts as he cupped each breast in a hand. Yet it was not unpleasant as she leaned into his touch. One hand was rolling her nipple between his fingers which earned a low moan from her. Her own fingers were still entangled in her hair where they had frozen when she had first felt his touch ghost over her ribs.

She let out a sigh in between moans as she leaned back into the chest of the warm body behind her. Souei felt so much warmer than she was, but that was normal. Being a snow woman she naturally ran colder than most monsters. Usually she wouldn’t welcome such warmth. But this time she welcomed the warmth of the other body as Souei’s fingers worked to tease her perky nipples.

One of her hands moved to untangle from her own hair to reach back to grab as Souei’s shoulder for some added support as she found herself stepping back into him for support to keep her legs from wanting to give out beneath her. Stepping back into the man she could feel his hard chest against her back. And that was not the only hard thing she could feel against her backside. She could now clearly tell the man was as naked as she was. His hard cock pressing up against the upper side of one ass cheek as she leaned back into him. Maybe there was a reason he wore rather baggy pants. He sported a rather impressive girth and length.

A shiver of anticipation ran up her back at the thought of how wonderful he would feel once he started to stretch her walls and fill her. She let out a moan as Souei gave a good tug at her left nipple. The mixture of pleasure and pain was more than enough to have her a panting mess as he simply teased her breasts. His hands were rough, calloused from his days of training and protecting the town and all those within it.

His right hand finally let go of her right breast. His fingers spread out as his hand started to ever so slowly crawl down her stomach. His finger spread out before his hand stopped along her stomach. He pulled her nice and tight against him as he leaned into her body as she leaned back. She could feel his impressive hard cock against her ass. Being a little tease she smirked as she gave her hips a roll, rolling her ass against him.

Whether it was shock or pleasure she could hear him hiss as he inhaled a sharp breath between his teeth. That had the corner of her lips curling up as she enjoyed knowing that she could bring such a powerful being to her mercy. Then again she was just as much at his mercy as well. But she would not admit that, not at this moment anyways.

She could feel sharp teeth nipping at her shoulder as retaliation for the teasing she had just done. Which had earned him a moan from the woman as she nearly melted back into him.

“Souei. Please,” She was already begging for more and he had barely started touching her. Oh how easily he could get her so excited and needy.

She could feel his chest gently vibrating with a low laugh as her back pressed into him. His lips trailed kisses along her shoulder. And finally the hand that had become stationary finally started to move again. She felt the tip of a finger glance teasingly along her folds. The sensation instantly sent a shiver up her back. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers explored along her folds and found her clit.

Her knees had nearly buckled under her weight when his finger started to rub slow circles over the sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Souei,” had been all she could whimper out as her hands clung at him for as much support as she could as her legs seemed to turn to jello beneath her. It was all she could do to remain standing as she clung to him for the support to remain standing. She felt the hands that had been groping her breast let go as they moved. One second he was groping her and the next his hands had moved and she found herself being scooped up and out of the water. The noise of surprise that escaped her was a little embarrassing as she felt her face heat up as she looked up into those dark eyes of his. Souei remained stoic as always as he looked down at her and silently turned to start walking back to the shore. He didn’t stop till his bare feet hit the grass.

Once he had hit the soft grass he gently lowered her down to the ground. To which the pale woman instantly started to pout and was about to open her mouth to complain about him leaving but he never pulled away. Instead he dropped to his knees as his lips met hers silencing any complaints she was about to voice.

His teeth nipped at her bottom lip and she quickly let him in. Their tongues danced together before she let him into her mouth first and allowed him to explore her mouth before she did the same. She could feel his body shift and crawl over hers as they kissed. His right hand had also taken to exploring her body once more. But this time his hand had not trailed up her ribs but down instead, over her belly button and lower till a single finger found her folds.

She couldn’t help but pull away and break the kiss as she gasps. Her back arched and her head rolled back. He had barely touched her and yet she gave such a nice reaction. It had the corner of Souei’s lips turn upwards as his finger teased along her folds before the single digit slipped into her warm body. She couldn’t help but gasp and start to squirm at the odd sensation of his finger exploring and massaging along her inner walls.

It was an odd sensation at first but only lasted a second. Pleasure quickly filled her body as her back arched off the ground and she could not stop the loud moan. It was a good thing they were away from the town and so they did not need to be quiet. She did not worry about the volume of her voice as Souei explored her body.

He watched the way her body squirmed beneath him as he explored what she liked. He watched as he curled his finger up slightly and he watched her hips buck involuntarily at the feeling. Her fingers were digging into the grass as if it may somehow help ground her. Souei took his time as he tested her body. Carefully he slipped a second finger into her body and watched her nose scrunch up for a second before body relaxed and bliss took over her face once more as she started moaning again.

He worked slowly as he worked her body to take him, and the pleasure of doing so was also quickly working her towards her first orgasm. He could tell as her walls started to tighten around his fingers. Her thighs squeezed against his own lower hip as he kept his body between her legs so she could not close them on him. Souei continued what clearly seemed to set her body on fire as his fingers thrust into her body.

The tension in her body was quickly building. Her fingers dug into the ground, her heels as well as her hips tried to move in time with his hand. Her body could not stay still, she was now chasing the pleasure that his fingers were giving her. She wanted more, she was so close. It seemed Souei could tell she was on the brink. Suddenly another new feeling washed over her. His thumb had moved to start rubbing small circles over her sensitive bud. That was more than enough to send her over the edge. Her head was thrown back. She cried out what she assumed was Souei’s name but all she could hear was her own racing heart beat that filled her ears.

Her body went limp as she panted softly trying to allow her lung’s more air and let her mind catch up with her body. She moaned softly when the fingers that had been buried in her body were slowly pulled out of her. Blinking her eyes slowly she gave a soft smile up at Souei. Fuck that was amazing and they had not even gotten to the main course yet.

“Wow,” she mumbled breathlessly and watched as the dark haired man let a huff escape him, though the huff sounded a lot more like a poorly covered start to a laugh. She was breathless and amazed, and he was not done with her yet. Then again she probably would have laughed at herself too had she not been still trying to get the feeling back in her fingers.

Souei took this opportunity to lean forwards and start to trail soft kisses over the skin of her stomach to slowly make his way up her body. Her legs loosely sat on either side of him. One of her hands finds its way to run through his hair. His hair was oddly softer than she expected. Then again what did she truly expect? Lord Rimuru kept the bath house well stocked in soaps and shampoos. Surely the men’s side was the same as the woman’s. And it was clear Souei took care of himself.

Lips latched onto a perky bud and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. Her back arched off the ground as she couldn’t help the reaction her sensitive body had to the stimulation. Too much too soon, and it was just him teasing a nipple. The feeling of his teeth glazing against her nipple had her whimper softly. She tugged at the hair she had entangled in her fingers.

Letting go of the nipple his lips continued to trail kisses up her chest, followed along her collarbone before he made his way up her neck. Following her jawline he finally reached what he wanted. His lips met hers. His lips were a lot softer than she expected. His tongue glanced along her bottom lip. She didn’t hesitate to part her lips for him to allow his tongue to slip into her mouth and deepen the kiss.

His hands moved to grab onto her hips. His body had effortlessly slipped between her parted knees. She could feel his length glide against her wet folds. She could not help but gasp into the kiss at the sensation as her overly sensitive body was not expecting it. Her hips bucked up as she craved the feeling again. She hadn’t meant to do that but it felt like her body had a mind of its own. The hands on her hips were quick to push her back down onto the grass below to hold her exactly where he wanted her.

That drew a soft whimper from her when she went to move her hips again but found she was unable to. Strong calloused hands kept her from being able to move freely. She let out a little whine at being unable to move her hips freely. She just wanted some more pleasure, to feel his hard cock sliding against her folds. Looking up into those deep blue eyes she watched the corner of his lips tug up into a soft smirk.

“Souei,” she whined out his name once she noticed the small smirk. Her hands reached down to try and claw at his wrists that were holding her hips in place. But her hands never got their chance to grab at him as her hands were suddenly stopped. Tugging at her wrists they did not move at all. Pausing, she looked down at them to see the ever so slight glimpse of a shimmer in the moonlight as she realized Souei had used his steel like threat to keep her from being able to freely move her hands. A soft chuckle above her had her looking up and pouting at the man who kept her pinned and watched as he moved one hand off of her hips and pulled at a strand of thread beside his own head. As he pulled she found her wrists being pulled up till they were over her head.

“Now be a good girl and try not to hurt yourself as the thread will not be broken easily,” It was a warning but the deep husky voice made it a little hard for her to focus on what the man was actually saying to her. At the moment she really could not be too bothered to worry too much about hurting herself. In her current state a little pain only felt good and had her squirming even more beneath Souei as she gently tugged at the thin thread wrapped around her wrists.

He gave her a few seconds of testing the resistance of his steel thread before his hands started to move along her hips. The feeling of his fingers running over the damp skin drew her attention away from the fact that he tied her hands up. Her pale eyes looked up at him as he gained her attention again. Which pleased him as she watched his lips curl up slightly as she looked up at him.

His hands moved slightly. One remained on her hip, gripping softly at the flesh there as the other hand slid down her thigh till he cupped the back of her knee and proceeded to pull it up and fold it back against her stomach.

“Perfect,” he purred at her as he lined up and ever so slowly slipped his tip between her folds and started to work his way into her body. She gasped and moaned as she was at his mercy as he slowly slid into her body.

“More. Faster,” she was begging and attempting to squirm beneath him. But the hands on her hips kept her pinned in place and forced to endure his teasing as he finally bottomed out inside of her.

She did not even attempt to hide the noises she was making. Soft whimpers escaped her as she tried to jolt her body from under him. The thread bit into her wrists and she did not move an inch. He was just toying with her as he enjoyed listening to her continue to beg for more.

Finally he started to move his hips a little faster. But still he was teasing her as he was still rather slowly moving his hips back and forth.

“Souei please,” she felt ready to cry as her body ached for more but was being denied.

“Alright,” he finally said though it almost sounded more like a low groan as his hips instantly snapped against hers.

She didn’t even try to hold back the scream of pleasure she let out as she got what she had felt so desperate for. Leaning his body into her bent knee it was pinned between them as his hips pistoned against hers. The hand that had been holding her leg up slid between them. His calloused fingertips easily finds her clit and wastes no time in giving the little bud a massage.

Her body nearly convulses with the added pleasure. She could quickly feel the tension in her stomach returning. That little elastic that felt ready to snap at any moment. And the earlier orgasm she had only made it harder for her to try to hold back to the oncoming orgasm. But it seemed that was not what Souei wanted as he leaned in a little closer to her so that his breath fanned her face.

“Cum for me,” he nearly growled. And that had her toppling over the edge. Her back arched. She cried out his name as her walls clamped down around him. Drawing moans from the normally silent man as he thrust into her letting her ride out her orgasm as his own build till finally one last thrust had him buried deep inside of her.

Panting heavily they both remained still for a few seconds letting the pleasure wash over them before finally one moved. It was Souei since Miyuki was still tied and pinned beneath him. But as Souei leaned back she was able to let her one leg drop. Still breathing heavily she watched as Souei tried to push his hair off of his sweat soaked forehead. With the lift of one hand the thread around her wrists grew slacked and she was able to pull them free. Though her arms felt heavy in her post orgasm state.

She pulled them down to rest on her still heaving chest as she watched Souei slowly climb to his feet. Silently he offered her a hand to help her up to her feet.

“Catch me if my legs don’t hold me?” She asked with a light laugh as she took his hand and let him help her up. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her, like a newborn fawn. She could feel his cum start to coat the inside of her thighs and cool against the night air.

“Well if you don’t mind I am going to return to my bath and actually get myself cleaned up,” she said smiling at him playfully, “you're still welcome to join.”

“It’s okay I should get back to patrol,” he said as he let her go once she pulled away from him and it was clear her legs would hold up her weight.

“Maybe next time then,” she called out over her shoulder as she headed back to the cold lake water to wash away the evidence of what they had just done.

[takabinaryy]

Rainy days

Originally posted on April 15th 2023 Idea by me , inspired by @cutiecorner Parent/Caregiver- Alfred Pennyworth Son/Little- Bruce Wayne Bruce has a toddler headspace

Also "Tommy" is a nickname that both Martha & Alfred would call him since Bruce's middle name is Thomas, of course Tommy is the nickname for Thomas. Their Tumblr is mostly about dc agere stuff and the adorable Dadfred & BabyBat art & fanfics )

It was a rainy day in Gotham City which meant no playing outside. Even if Bruce really wanted to play in the mud puddles, he's just sitting on the floor with a couple of pillows, blankets, and stuffies. The regressed master in question was looking out the window pouting watching the rain fall against the window sill.

" Sweetheart, I'm aware you wish to play out there. However if I were to let you do that , you'll catch a cold. And we wouldn't want that"

He whips his head around to look at his adoptive father/ caregiver, with a even more pouty look then before. Bruce doesn't want to get sick , he hates being icky like that. Alfred tsks and bends slightly to his son's sitting height, and pops a frog themed paci in his mouth.

" Now little love let's go make star cookies , and later you may help me make dinner. How does that sound? Helping Papa?"

The little sucks on his paci thinking it over , he loves helping papa cook and baking. And the star cookies? Those are the best oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies ever! And in his favorite shape? He guesses he can play outside other day , when it's not raining out. Bruce nods his head , he made up his mind on wanting to help papa. Alfred smiles and gets up taking the toddle's hand , bringing them to the kitchen.

" Now what are we supposed to do first?"

" wash hands papa!"

" That's right Tommy baby"

Bruce smiles hearing his nickname for his middle name. For some reason he just loved being called that by his papa and by his mommy when she was alive. Bruce gives his paci to papa so it doesn't get dirty  , washes his hands. His papa puts it on the counter planning to wash it after they are done baking. After awhile Alfred puts the star shaped cookies in the oven, setting a timer for 20 minutes on the little norpro chicken timer, he turns to Bruce. Who has flour on his sweater , hands , and face, honestly he doesn't know how the little could possibly get flour all over himself, a bath is definitely in order then.

" Alright Tommy dear , I do believe it's bath time" " wit bubbles?"

Alfred nods his head with a smile on his face, already knowing his boy would want bubbles, specifically with the soft lavender soap the baby loves oh so much. The father picks up his regressed child easily(he's old but he's not weak) heading up the stairs to the boy's bathroom that's connected to the bedroom. He sets Bruce down on the floor as he gets the bath water going. He even adds a few bath toys , such as a few colorful plastic boats and a water based toy octopus. Once the tub starts filling up , Alfred helps Bruce out of his clothes including the semi-wet pull-up. Now undressed he gets his boy in the tub adding the bubbles, watching the little's eyes light up seeing said bubbles form and flow around him in the water. His papa lets him play around a bit as the older man gets his son's clothes together before he washes the baby.

Now all clean up , Alfred pulls the pug to drain the water , he gets Bruce out wrapping him up in a yellow duck towel with a hood on it. Said little giggles from the forehead kisses he's given , as he's guided back in his room and layed down on the bed.

Alfred gets him dressed in a diaper and a long sleeve space themed snapped crotch onesie, and cute grey's jocks with ruffles around the ankle. Bruce gets handed his beloved stuffed animal Mr. Haru the stuffed Whale shark , he happily holds him to his chest making happy noises behind his star themed paci. The baby gets picked up again and brought to the living room down stairs, and gently set down on the pillows and blankets he had been sitting on a few hours ago.

" What would you like to watch ? Or do you maybe want to color?"

"Oh? Please papa"

" You may do both Tommy , is there something specific you would like to watch while papa gets your arts and crafts stuff out?"

" Hmm munsters please"

" Such good manners little love"

Alfred gets the show on for the baby , then takes the cookies out setting them on the counter to cool down. He fills a sippy cup up with half mango juice and water then gets a few coloring books and crayons. Walking back to his regressed son , setting the items down in front of them , the sits down on the couch watching Bruce get lost in his own little word.

[trash-town]

Name:

At the beginning of the first day, Bob and Martin are surprised by how cold the city is. The smell of a bath towel cheers you up and gives you hope for a new beginning.

Bobby Martin stood in front of the house, his heart pounding. He fell several times from the impact. Martin, did you like the chosen resturant? Hello?

When the bedroom door opened, Martina was seen wearing a long dress. Seeing this, my father cried. His thoughts flow like water in the morning sun.

ah! Martin's voice was warm and friendly. - Are you ready?

Bob nodded and smiled happily.

She laughed at his feet and disappeared into the night.

This is the best Italian resturant in town. A cosy bistro with candles and a nice atmosfere. Bob chose a special theme to create the perfect romantic atmosfere.

Bob didn't get angry when he sat down. Would you like a martini? Do you like Bob in Comedy or Pool Rock?

But when she started talking, Bob fell in love with her. Martin was an incane singer and Bob sang every word like a song.

There is conversation, sometimes I get up to eat. When Bob leaves the hotel and steps out into the cold night air, he realizes this is just the beginning of his journey.

They walk alone in the world under the stars. As they aproached Martin's door in the bright light, Bob felt Martin's trust, hope, and love.

The first day had passed, but Bob knew it was just the beginnin. Many challenges and hundreds of new challenges. She stopped and kissed Martin on the lips because she knew she didn't want to be with anyone.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

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"OH, LOOK HOW lovely these are!" Sarah squealed when she saw the little sage green mittens with radishes, carrots, and peas in and out of their pods.

"Aren't they," Peggy agreed, fawning over Sarah just as she did with Steve. Steve wondered if Peggy reminded Sarah of her mother as much as she did for Steve.

Reading the card, Steve said, "Thank you, Mr. Sitwell. This is very thoughtful."

The lawyer nodded, but remained in the corner of the room where no one was paying attention to him while he ate a piece of the carrot cake. If Steve's wombmate wasn't the guest of honor, Steve probably would've done the same. He hated being the center of attention, but he occasionally made exceptions. Especially when those exceptions involved his loved ones and their happiness.

Setting the gift bag with the garden themed mittens – along with their matching hats – and the baby nail kit off to the side, Joe crossed the room to him. The alpha handed him another, "Last, but not least." A basket with different bath and post-bath products as well as towels and washcloths. Joe grinned, "This is from mom and me."

"Thank you," he smiled, kissing the older man on his cheek. Teasing, "They're going to be the cleanest baby around."

As though objecting, Natasha's son let out a shrill cry. She stood so she could sway him and joked, "Sorry, he can't help but be the center of attention. It's honestly so rude of him."

"It's alright," Steve chuckled, marking over his thirty-three week bump. "I'm sure bud will be the same."

"Bud? Is that their name?" Angie Martinelli asked.

"You're having a boy?" Natasha asked, glancing over at her work partner as though he had been keeping a secret and she didn't appreciate it.

"Oh, how exciting!" Thor's voice boomed above the chatter filling the room, causing his husband to cover his face in embarrassment.

Laura offered, "I have tons of hand-me-downs that I can –"

Steve shook his head as he corrected, "It's just a term of endearment since their birth is when I'll –" he glanced at Bucky and amended "– we'll find out."

The room quieted at that. Not to complete silence, just to a more manageable volume as smaller conversations started up around the room again. Steve was thankful for that though. He was even more thankful when Bucky rubbed his sore, tense shoulders and kissed his temple.

"C'mon, Niko," Natasha sighed, still trying to soothe the seven month old. Looking over at the sofa where Steve was sandwiched between his mom and his boyfriend, she asked, "Wanna get some practice in?"

Steve looked over at Bucky before deciding that he might as well. With the assistance of both Sarah and Bucky, Steve stood from the couch. Meeting Natasha halfway, she passed the crying baby to him. He had hoped that he'd have the magic touch where as soon as the little guy was in his arms, he'd stop crying. Instead, Niko cried harder. No matter how much Steve swayed him, nothing helped. And it definitely didn't help when Heath-or-Zoey started moving around in the womb as though they didn't like the interruption to their nap.

Looking over at Natasha, Steve said, "I think that's enough practice for today."

"Don't take it too hard," Laura assured.

"You're alright," Joe comforted with a hand on his shoulder, the same way he used to when he coached Steve's T-Ball team. Steve could almost hear the, 'walk it off,' or, 'you'll get 'em next time, kiddo.' And while Steve let out a heavy sigh as he eased himself back onto the couch, it was comforting.

Holding the wiggling, crying baby to her chest, she asked Bucky, "What about you? You're gonna need practice too."

Worrying his lower lip, Bucky glanced over at Steve. Nodding his encouragement, Steve all but pushed the brunet off the couch. Stiffly – and clearly uncomfortable – Bucky took Nikolai in his arms. At first, he was tense, as though the baby would attack if he moved. But then, the baby eased, scenting the alpha. Bucky seemed shocked by the action, and turned his head just enough so he could look at Steve.

"It's nothing personal, darling," Peggy soothed, "Babies are funny like that."

Directing his full attention to his bump, Steve spoke to his baby, "I better be your favorite."

"If it means anything," Bucky swayed the baby, soothing him, "You're my favorite."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. If he had to be completely honest, it did mean something to him. Out of all of Bucky's friends, partners, and admirers, Steve was his favorite? That meant everything.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The conversations paused and Steve looked over at the entryway to the living room where Greta was standing with a gift bag. With a lot of effort, Steve pushed himself off the couch so he could greet her properly. It had been more than long enough since he had seen her last. For a moment, Steve felt guilty for not visiting with the mourning woman more in the aftermath of Abraham's death.

Hugging her as close as he could despite the bump between them, Steve said, "I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad I came too," Greta sniffled. Pulling from the embrace but not completely, she fondly looked at the pregnant omega, "Abe would've loved to see you like this."

Not able to hold back his tears, he nodded and said, "I wish he could've."

She wiped his tears and then wiped her own. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay long. I just wanted to give you this."

Accepting the pastel yellow bag, Steve rested it on his protruding stomach so he could peek inside. His actions halted though when she said, "It was something that Abraham wanted you to have."

"Thank you," Steve hiccupped. "Really, Greta, thank you."

"You're very welcome, sweetheart."

Embracing the older beta again, Steve closed his eyes and scented her. Longing to have her and Abe's scents mingling and lingering together. That was how they should've always been, and now it just left Steve heartbroken.

"I'm really happy for you." Greta rubbed his back, "You deserve this, Steven. You truly do. And I can't wait to see how amazing of a father you're going to be."

"Y'wanna join us on the couch?" Steve offered, gesturing to Sarah and Peggy.

Fidgeting, Greta looked over at the two women who waved her over with kind smiles on their faces. Steve could see that she wasn't so sure, and he got it. He really did. Greta wasn't used to going to gatherings by herself. Steve knew as much from the years that the Erskines had been in his life. But now she didn't have the luxury of having her husband beside her.

So, Steve gave her an out, "I won't be upset if you just want to go home and relax a little."

"Thank you," Greta let out a breath of relief. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Steve assured. Suggesting, instead, "We can have lunch sometime, alright."

Nodding, Greta leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Bidding her farewell, Steve walked her to the door. He loved Greta and he knew that she loved him too. Greta not wanting to be around a lot of people didn't mean that she didn't, nor did it mean that Steve was going to stop loving her for not wanting to stay. Kissing each other's cheeks, Steve closed the door behind her.

By himself in the hallway, Steve opened the bag and looked at the soft books and a stuffed rabbit who came as a reading buddy. Steve's eyes grew wet again as he thought about the late author. Always wanting kids to be creative and curious, that was Abraham. Perhaps he wanted everyone like that since not all of the gifts were for his wombmate. No, there was an old, distressed book that claimed, Mysteries, Magic, and Mayhem: The Truth of Stark Tower.

I wrote this at my brother's and using his wife's laptop since I left mine at home, lol. So say thank you to my brother and sister-in-law! I hope you're doing well wherever you are! Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤️❤️❤️

[starlghtstarbrite]

I love my wife so much. She apparently decided we needed to be festive in our nice new apartment this year and ordered throw pillows and kitchen towels. She is quite happy as to our new Halloween themed couch

[missmouse25]

Bestie a thought has popped into my mind 🫢 max fewtrell as a dad to a baby girl. Do what you will with that please 😏

tinfoilhat, my love, my darling. Yes please and thank you. Hope you enjoy 😋❤️

Wrapped Around Her Finger - Max Fewtrell

female first person pov (not really but the reader is the one who carried) // 736 words // very fluff! Little bit of flirting from Max at the end.

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Old wives’ tales say that little girls are sent to be their father’s penance but also their greatest treasure. And our little girl was no exception.

Even before Emily was born, Max was in love. Despite the fact that he’d been convinced that Emily was a boy. Always cooing over my belly. Telling me all the things that they were going to do together. All the places they would go.

When the nurse had walked in with that pink blanket and Max had held Emily in his arms for the first time, it was all over for him. She had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

~

“Emily, love. It’s time for your bath.”

I open the door to the ‘games room.’ Max sits in his racing sim with our daughter on his lap, her small hands on the steering wheel. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, so she doesn’t notice how one of Max’s hands holds the bottom of the steering wheel, gently guiding her back onto the track.

“Come now, race car drivers. Bath time,” I encourage them, with little result.

“We have one more lap,” Max says. “Come watch.”

With a sigh and a smile, I stand behind the pair. All Emily really knows about racing is go fast and finish first, which she does every time thanks to her dad.

“She’s pretty good, babe,” Max says, as they dodge the barriers. “We should get her in a go-kart.”

“Maybe if she asks nicely, she can have a go in Uncle Lando’s F1 car.”

At the of sound Uncle Lando’s name, Emily giggles. As much as Max spoils her, Lando spoils her just as much. Emily need only smile and he’s buying all the toys out of the gift shop.

“It’s not a bad idea actually,” Max teases.

“Absolutely not,” I reply firmly.

Emily squeals in delight as the chequered flag falls.

“Ok, now it really is bath time,” I say, scooping up the now pouting girl.

“I’ll be right there. Just need to switch off here.” Max’s voice follows us out.

I simply hum my acknowledgement as we walk away.

Emily is only just in the water when Max comes in.

“Daddy!” She calls and reaches out to him. She looks so much like him, especially her kind but naughty smile. A smile that has gotten Max out of many arguments with me.

“Hello, my love.” Max crouches down. “What are all these toys doing in the water?”

I just sit back and watch.

“They’re having a bath like me, Daddy!” Emily giggles.

“But you’re not bathing, you’re just sitting there!”

Max picks up Emily’s yellow wash cloth and the soap. He tickles her sides and she wiggles in the water, making it splash. It doesn’t seem that Max even cares or notices that his shirt is getting soaked through.

Once washed and rinsed, Emily is wrapped in the biggest and fluffiest towel we have, the one Max bought especially for her. Our little family makes its way to the yellow themed room and Max manages to coax Emily into her PJ’s.

“Ok, which story should we read tonight?” I say, peering at the bookshelf.

“The sheep one!” Emily practically bounces up and down as I sit on the edge of the bed after fetching the book she wants. Max takes up residence, like he always does, lying on the covers. Slowly, as our daughter calms down, she snuggles up to him. I see how Max savours every second before I open the book and start to read.

~

Quietly, Max closes the door behind him and turns to me as I lean on the wall.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” He says in a whisper.

“Hmmm…” I hum, tired from the day.

I feel his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck. Enjoying the moment, I close my eyes.

“And we made her. You and me,” he says in between planting delicate kisses on my skin. “Why don’t we make another one?”

It takes a lot for me not to laugh.

“You’ll be even more outnumbered then.”

Max lifts his head and I open my eyes.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because,” I answer, holding his face in my hands. “Emily already has you wrapped around her finger. You’d be no match for two of them.”

“Maybe not,” Max says, inching closer. “But it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

[little-fairy-forest]

hey i saw your asks were open? ignore if they aren’t or if you’re not comfortable with this but....

how would Aged Up!Bakugou react to their s/o having to take care of their really young nephew or niece and bakugou comes home to them being motherly and taking care of the little kid😳😳

if you aren’t comfortable with this you can ignore this request but i’m excited to see what you think!

Wow what a username-

🍀 Hello! Yes my asks are always open ♡

I was thinking as well how would Bakugou react to smaller children, I mean he seems okay with them from the anime but I have a feeling his short fuse might make it hard

Bakugou reacting to his s/o being motherly

F/n = first name, extreme fluff, domestic

Bakugou hasn't come across many children by choice, may it be at a family gathering or his own colleagues bringing in their newborns to show to the office

He doesn't mind when children come up to him and ask for an autograph, that's easy. Smile. Hug. Autograph. Done

But when you mentioned you chose willingly to mind a young child, your nephew however. He was sceptical

Bakugou parked his car outside your shared apartment. He picked up some small bits for dinner that evening aswell as some Mochi ice cream to enjoy later. As he opened the door he could hear silence. Weren't you meant to be minding some shit stain?

"Babe? I'm home" Katsuki kicked off his shoes and exchanged them for slippers, dynamight slippers, and made his way into the small kitchen. As he placed his keys down and the small bag full of ingredients he noticed small toys littered the sitting room and couch.

Specifically a Red Riot Lego set half built, a Deku action figure and Creati play dough.

"Who the fuck brings so much crap to someone's house, I swear the ever loving fuck if that play dough got on the rug-" "Katsuki were in here!" As katuski's rant is paused for the time being, he makes his way into the guest room, he see's you and your nephew on the bed as you brush through his wet hair. "Hi..uh what's your name again?" "Katsuki!" "What I can't remember all your families names theres too many" katsuki says in defence. "Its f/n" your nephew says as he whines at you tugging on his hair "hey hey I'm almost done, after that can you go get comfy into your new pyjamas for me?" You say as you finish drying his hair.

"Katsuki can go grab f/n pyjamas from the bathroom I left them in there" you say as you put the dirty towel into the laundry bin "sure"" katsuki says as he makes his way into the bathroom, he sees the last of the bubbles from the clearly fun bath time left over. He grabs the dinosaur themed pyjamas as he steps on a floppy bath toy "ah what the fu-" "katsuki" y/n says with a tone that katsuki now knows he is to behave "what?! Theres shit everywhere-" "don't curse confront on f/n he will copy you!" y/n says as she takes the pyjamas and sets them out for f/n.

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Katsuki is finishing up on cooking dinner, as he looks over at you and your nephew cuddled up on the couch as you read him a story from the bookshelf. As Katsuki watches how you speak in a calm tone as you brush your fingers through f/n's hair. He realises how your demeanor changed from not only 20 minutes prior in the bathroom. How did you go from threatening girlfriend to now soothing mother-

Mother

It hit him. Your acting like a motherly figure to the little boy. A small cry takes Katsuki out of his train of thought as he looks at your nephew about to cry as he shows you his paper cut on his finger "oh no! Let me go get a plaster, I'll he right back" you say as you go grab a 'magic plaster' .

"Would you like a glow in the dark Chargebolt one or a scratch n sniff Dynamight one?" "Dynamight!" "Hold on since when did I have scratch n sniff plasters?! and what the fuc- Fudge! Fudge does it smell like?!" Katsuki managed to save himself from cursing, but seriously who makes scratch n sniff plasters?

"It smells like caramel" f/n says as he watches y/n place the plaster on his finger. Y/n kisses it better . "Is it okay now?" "Yeah" f/n says as he makes his way over to the table waiting for dinner. "He's so cute" y/n says as she plates up the dinner "yeah yeah he's no brat for sure" katsuki peers over to see f/n is sitting quietly as he scratches his plaster and then sniffs it after "jesus might need to check with my merch management to see if we have anymore weird shit-" katsuki mumbles as he sits down to eat

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Time passes as you all start to get ready for bed. You have a quick shower as f/n finishes watching the show on the tv. Katsuki is finishing up emails.

As y/n tucks f/n into the spare bed she starts to read him a story. She whispers so if he is to fall asleep during the book she won't wake him.

Katsuki gets suspicious as he hasn't heard anything in a while coming from the guest room. He makes his way over incase he wakes f/n. Katsuki peeps his head into the room to only see y/n fast asleep with f/n cuddled up to her side as the book long forgotten on the bed. Katsuki has a clouded look in his eyes as many thoughts are running through is mind

'She's so good with kids, no hassle at all'

'She's so gentle and caring, almost doting to the little guy'

'Will she be like that for our kids-'

Katsuki snaps out of his bubble...your kids? Like mini Katsuki's and mini y/n's running around? Would you like that? Because Katsuki is deffiently on board now

He wonders how long till that page of your journey together arrives.

Holy shit that was so fluffy and cutesy~

But for now, he is happy with how the love story between katsuki and y/n is going so far

Honestly love Bakugou being all fluffy <3

Anyway Requests are always open!

Thank you for reading :)

[coconutcreambun]

A Drink after Dusk [Pt. 5]

Paring: Severus Snape x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, light suggestive themes

Summary: Y/n Bathulman, the mysterious daughter of a powerful pureblood Slytherin transfers to Hogwarts as a third-year student. Catching the eye of Severus and the Marauders after leaving Hogwarts late at night, rumors start to go around the school. What could she be hiding? Maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.

ABBR: Y/n (your name), y/f/c (your favourite colour)

Spells*: Diffindo (spell to cut something), Wingardium Leviosa (to make a person or object float)

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A/N: WOAH WE’RE AT HOGGY HOGGY HOGWARTS WOOOO 

(Also! Thank you to my first 2 follows, 1800lemmon and missgurlthang, yall are awesome!!)

You woke up a little earlier than usual. You wanted to be prepared for your first year at Hogwarts, albeit being in your third.

You started off your day by taking a hot bath. Running the water, you sat in the tub comfortably, the ache in your muscles slowly coming undone. You scrubbed at your arms, occasionally picking at the scars that litter your body. The Diffindo curse was one that your father would use on you often. Occasionally, he’d use other curses too but.. enough! You slapped your face a couple times. 

You’re going to be starting fresh! “I should try and keep my spirits high,” you mumbled to yourself as you got out of the bath. You wrapped yourself in y/f/c towel, and quickly made work of your wet hair.

You wore a simple green shirt with puffed sleeves, black jeans, and a back belt with faux gold accents. The outfit was simple, but anyone could tell it was made for someone of high status. 

Your stomach growled, making you hurry. You quickly used a spell to dry your hair, and decided on doing a low, braided bun. It was a bit messy, but you could fix it later. 

Just when you were about to leave your room, your body came to a halt. You forgot about your eyes. Quickly going over to the mirror on you dresser, you tap the side of your face twice. This was a spell that you made for this particular purpose. It’s one that you’ve been using for years. The interaction you had with your father chilled you to the bone. You hadn’t slipped up like that before.

Actually, speaking of which, where was he? You didn’t seem to remember where he’d gone to. After Quincey came back from dropping Lily off, you hadn’t seen or heard him come back at all.

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your wand and said “Wingardium Leviosa”, making your suitcase float. You quickly made your way downstairs and grabbed some bread and popped it into the toaster. While waiting for your toast, you made some tea for yourself and your brother.

“Heyyy Y/N, is the cup of tea for me?” asked Quincey as he came down the stairs. 

“No,” you deadpanned. 

Most people would’ve though you’d just rejected your brother, but the two of you shared a bond that was full of sarcasm. He knew better than to take your words at face value, whether than be in good or bad situations.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, not needing to speak a word to know how the other felt. You couldn’t read minds, but this was good enough for you. You were content.

Well, that contentment was a little short lived as you and your brother swiveled towards the floo that suddenly activated. You got to your feet faster than he did and drew your wand, placing yourself between him and the person on the other end. 

It was your father. Relief coursed through you, but you were still tense. You stiffly stood up straight, not meeting his eyes. The permanent scowl on his face turned towards Quincey, his faded smile lines from years ago finally showing. It wasn’t a smile per say, but it was more than what he’d ever shown you. Before her death.

He clasped Quincey on the back, giving him a firm nod. “Thank you, father,” said Quincey. Roy Bathulman dropped his hand to his side and walked over to the floo. “Come,” he said.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

You and Quincey had boarded the train to Hogwarts after... running into a wall. It made you a little nauseous, but you were fine after a bit. The two of you had sat together, but after a while he wanted to go off and meet other students, leaving you alone. You loved your brother, you really did, but you needed a break from him sometimes.

You sighed comfortably leaning back into your seat. Just when you were about to doze off, a familiar voice called your name. “Y/N! You made it, do you mind if I join you?”, asked Lily. You motioned to the seat in front of you as she sat down. The two of you made small talk. Lily asked about what life is like in America. You gave her vague answers like “it’s fun,” or “the weather’s great”.

You didn't want her to know. If she did, you’d bury yourself in a hole and hide forever.

“Where’s Quinceton, by the way?”, she asked. “I’m not sure, he left to go make friends,” you replied. She nodded seemingly deep in though. Getting up while fixing her robes, she gave you a small smile while waving at you.

“You can come out now Quincey,” you said. His head popped up from where he was hiding. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he didn’t want to talk. You snorted at his behaviour, quickly gaining your composure. 

The train slowly came to a stop, pulling up the hood to your cloak, you prepared yourself to get off the train.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Who would’ve known that all it took to get to hogwarts was a train and a- 

“DRAGON?”, exclaimed Quincey, “What do you mean ‘there’s a dragon’? I think you’re going nuts,” he said. 

“No, no, no, i'm serious there's this dragon bat lizard thing. Right. There.” you hissed through your teeth. 

There was an invisible force pulling the carriage that the students were on, but he refused to believe you. Well, you two could dispute about this another time because you had just reached the massive castle that was Hogwarts.

Clutching your cloak, you pulled the hood down slightly covering your face. You started getting nervous as you watched all the other students get off their carriages. 

Following the group, you watched as they were all seated in a huge dining hall where the sorting hat ceremony was taking place. New students, first years, were all being sorted into their houses, and each table would cheer every time someone was added.

It was quite cute, but you and Quincey couldn’t join everyone else. You were to make your way to Dumbledore’s office to get sorted. 

It was pain figuring out how to get there, but you did eventually. 

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As you walked up to the door, Quincey did the honours of opening it. There stood Dumbledore and a couple of other people who you assumed to be professors. Quincey touched the back of your cape, a nervous habit he’d retained since the two of you were little. You could tell he was on edge, so you took the first step, giving Dumbledore a firm nod. “Miss Y/N Bathulman, it is nice to finally meet you,” he said.  

“Thank you for having us headmaster Dumbledore,” you said. Quincey mustered up his courage and took his place by your side. 

“Mister Quinceton Bathulman, thank you for coming,” he said. Quincey didn’t say anything but gave him a nod. The atmosphere was tense and the air was thick. 

All the teachers in this room knew of Y/N Bathulman. They knew of her rumored strength. They knew of her lineage. 

All these people knew of Irene Galleu and Roy Bathulman. They knew of their power and of their daughter, Y/N. 

Dumbledore lifted the sorting hat motioning to Y/N. She sat down.

“This one possesses the bravery of a Gryffindor, the intelligence of a Ravenclaw, and the warmth of a Hufflepuff. But their ambitions lie elsewhere. SLYTHERIN!”, it yelled. 

The housemaster of Slytherin, Professor Slughorn, gave her a nod. Whether or not he was content, she couldn’t tell.

Next up was Quincey. He stepped forward, and Dumbledore gently placed the hat on his head. Their father was a Slytherin, and so was Y/N, it was about time they were all sorted into Slytherin. 

Their father would be leaping with pure joy, if he even knew what joy was.

“SLYTHERIN!”, yelled the hat. 

As he got up, he leaned over to Y/N. “Oh boy, father’s gonna be having a field day once he finds out,” said Quincey.

The pair walked out of Dumbledore’s office after exchanging a few words, and together, they had left for the great hall.

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A/N: Wooohoo guess what? Quincey was actually supposed to be in Gryffindor, but this isn’t about him. It’s about Y/n. I had put me first :pensive: jkjk

>>>>> PART 6 <<<<<

[mominousrex]

The Jola Moon (A Rexsoka FanFic) - Chapter 5: WING IT

THANKS TO @am-i-beast-or-beauty for the GIFS, @catsarefurrypeople for the beta readin' and all of Rexsoka Hideout & Shebby Debbies Discord

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

2nd degree Force Choking (Star Wars) is Implied

Ahsoka swiftly made her way back up the cobbled path to the lodge.

Her wet, bare feet were leaping steps at a time. Still slightly damp from her soak in the lagoon, she got to the double staircase that rose to the balcony. Circling her mind were poorly rehearsed attempts at what she could possibly say to Rex when she returned in her toweled state.

“I didn’t want to wait?”

No.

“The water looked so ni—”

No, that’s silly.

“Oh, what’s the big deal, Rex?”

I’ll never pull that off.

“I felt the lagoon call to me?”

Now I sound ridiculous.

She considered resorting to using the Force to mind-trick him but knew that would be unnecessary and more importantly, unfair to Rex.

I should have thought this through.

Between her impromptu bath in the lagoon, seeing him naked, the hilarity of the bathtub misunderstanding, their argument outside the hangar, and the unforgettable deep and gentle tone of “There you go, love,” Ahsoka wasn’t sure what was up or down anymore when she thought of Rex. The islands hovering above her head in the sky certainly didn’t help.

All of her clothes were in a bundle under her left arm that was also nervously holding her perfectly secured towel. She used her free hand to open the sliding glass door of the bedroom. She was going to do this the 501st way: Just wing it.

Hopefully, he was already dressed and in the receiving room and she could sneak—

Uh…is he still in the shower?

To her surprise, she heard the shower still running. The light mist of steam in the bedroom hit her lekku tails in an instant. The moisture was barely there as she wiped her left tail. She was here to face Rex and he wasn’t even there to face. Initially relieved, she was now worried. Once again she thought of the view of him getting in the shower. And once again, she felt a heat in her chest and face.

Ahsoka, stop. Breathe.

She began to sort out her dirty bundle of tights, tunic and armor pieces into a neater pile. She figured Rex was just taking his time. He was certainly entitled to take as long as he needed. They had nowhere to be except right where they were.

She separated the armored pieces from the clothes. She thought of the bruises she saw on his shoulder along with everything else. Rex’s war-torn body was long overdue for some kind of relaxation. Ahsoka was slightly tempted to check in on him. Couldn’t she just call out his name to make sure he’s okay? She could let him know he could take as long as he wanted. The more she thought of that course of action, the more something in her stomach fluttered and she still was uncharacteristically unsure of what to do, even how to wing it.

Oh no.

Now she remembered. These feelings did remind her of something from the past, and that certainly did not end well.

Now pacing out to the hallway and back into the bedroom in her towel, Ahsoka considered these two people that had caused this reaction in her. They were so different from each other. Rex was nothing like Lux Bonteri. Rex was her Captain, her dear friend, and a respected clone officer. But an attraction to Rex that was like what she felt towards Lux? Ahsoka never felt that before this day.

Initially, Lux’s boyish good looks drew her in. Lux was certainly closer to her in age but he was dangerously unattainable. Not that she was really available then anyway. That whole foolish episode of embarrassment was one she did not like to think about. It had all ended after Steela’s death. After that, well, what could possibly matter after that?

Looking back, it was now clear to Ahsoka that all of Lux’s possible flirting ended up having nothing to do with her or her interest in him at all. Lux only ever saw her as a means to his political ends.

Rex, on the other hand, was never manipulative nor did he ever flirt with anyone. Ever. Rex was focused, loyal, brave, and more than capable of anything really. With Rex what you see is what you get. At least she thought that until today. After today, Ahsoka had seen a lot more of Rex than she had ever imagined.

This heated confusion could get beyond her control if she didn’t meditate soon. But first, she really needed to find something to wear, even if it was a spare bed sheet.

The bed. Perfect!

She could focus her concentration on quickly striping the bed and flipping the mattress like she said she would. Then she will hunt down some clothes and finish the bed later. She tightened her towel and quickly got to work. Using the Force with an easy determination, she lopped the enormous and heavy velvet comforter to its own single pile. Then she took the rest of the pillows and cast them to the pile that Rex had started earlier. Hurriedly, she lifted off the soft chambray sheets and pillow top. Finally, she sorted the pile to separate the top and fitted sheets.

Almost losing her towel with that last move, she quickly re-tucked it. She couldn’t help but notice the liberating feeling of her nakedness under the towel. Each brush of her still slightly damp thighs together was hit by the cool air of the room. The chill was warmed with the urgent realization that Rex was in an even barer state in the bathroom shower.

Concentrate, Ahsoka.

The outlandishly massive bed was the bedroom’s main focus, appearing like a small stage in the center of the room. It wasn’t up against any of the dark grey slanted A-frame walls. The bedroom’s decor of grays and dark greens combined with the natural light from outside resulted in a relaxed and sleepy warmth. At the head and foot of the bed were two matching (and equally massive) dark wooden benches.

Ahsoka hopped up on the bench at the head of the bed that was closest to the glass doors leading to the balcony. She anchored her stance. She closed her eyes as she used the Force to lift up the massive mattress and flip the new, untouched side over into the light of the room. Gently lowering the other side with all the memories of those past forbidden moments to its new darkened resting place.

The few minutes that her whole series of actions took were a few too many. But she was glad it was done. She needed to get dressed immediately.

Rex is really taking his time in there?

There was no dresser in the bedroom, only a large closet right next to the bathroom. She quickly made her way with a leap to investigate if there was actually anything to wear. She left the door open a crack but then was unsure. She thought maybe she should close it in case Rex came out when she was changing.

He’d think I was hiding or— “Oh whatever,” she blurted out and quickly covered her mouth.

This was maddening not knowing what was right or wrong. She closed the door and sat in the dark to quiet her mind, even if only for a minute.

Trust your feelings.

Rex is her friend. She knows this. She cares about him immensely. They were soldiers of war together. Their bond is a companionship that goes beyond some bizarre feeling of attraction she has only very recently stumbled upon.

She thought of his body again. She leaned into the thought and past her girlish embarrassment to see the person, the soldier, the survivor. She connected her feelings to his endless day-to-day; the battles, fighting, death, wounds, pain; his inner exhaustion resulting from the wins, the losses, advancing, retreating, and only to now be on his own. All of that was his reward for an accelerated twisted childhood of lonely, brutal training and unwavering loyalty throughout.

His mind and body had been through so much.

Let him just have his peace and privacy.

She could give him the adoration he deserved quietly and with respect. Through the cloud and darkness of the haze that was her connection to the Force, she breathed in and gently lifted her hand and outstretched her fingers to send him a sense of whatever he needed to heal and be relieved at this moment.

She felt overwhelming relief and was centered again.

Rising to her feet, she turned on the light of Anakin and Padme’s walk-in closet.

When she turned around to look at their empty clothes just hanging there, she very quickly realized that she could not last very long near the energy in the closet. The weight of darkness was heavy, and there was a fire under her skin when she touched Anakin’s clothes. There was wailing grief that was calling out like a chorus when she touched one of Padme’s extravagant robes.

She needed to grab whatever simple piece of clothing that could work and get out of there immediately. She spotted on a shelf on Padme’s side what could be a slipdress or nightgown of some sort that was still wrapped with a gift ribbon. She was now faint but grabbed it by the ribbon to get it out and hoped this thing would fit. It was a long, plain sleeveless dream silk nightgown. Barely grey, not quite white, she didn’t have time to worry about the color or look. With the nightgown’s length and her montrails, she decided to step into it and pull it up over her almost dry body. She quickly shimmied her arms through the thin straps and onto her shoulders. Fussing with the uncooperative left strap and her lek, she dashed out of the closet to escape the painful disturbances that were haunting the hanging empty clothes.

Ahsoka heard Rex finally turn off the shower. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible! She grabbed her pile of clothes and armor by the door and darted out of the bedroom and down the hall to the receiving room.

Rex had now been standing in the bathroom completely dry and wearing only a towel for about 20 minutes. He washed his blacks in the sink, inspected and arranged his armor. Rearranged the medkit. He was now just sitting in the damned fancy armchair and trying to will his blacks dry. How could he be so distracted and completely overlook not having extra blacks?

He had run out of things to do to avoid admitting that he was scared to walk around in a towel anywhere near Ahsoka. Considering what he had just done in the shower, maybe he was more afraid for her to be stuck around him walking around in a towel like some creep. Whatever relief and ecstasy he felt in the shower was long gone now. On his first day out of the war and on his own, Rex was hiding from Ahsoka in Skywalker’s bathroom.

This is ridiculous.

She’ll have to deal with it. She’ll probably tease him about it. So what? He’ll just have to be stern and mindful. There was always the possibility he’ll laugh his ass off at himself with her.

“Hey Rex! Are you okay in there?” Ahsoka was shouting from a muffled distance.

With his reflexes, Rex jumped out of the chair to attention. He then moved quickly and stood at the swinging doors to assess his options. He waited to be sure where Ahsoka was calling him from before pushing through them.

She shouted again, “Rex?” It sounded to him like she was shouting from the hallway.

Oh damn, I’ll just wing it.

He shouted back, his voice cracked a little “Ya— Yeah? I’m fine in here, Ahsoka.”

He pushed through the doors and noticed the bed was stripped. The sheets were in piles all on the floor. The bedroom door was closed and he had been sitting in there worried for nothing.

“Oh good! Can I come in and finish making the bed?” She faintly knocked at the door.

Rex spoke to her through the door as he went back and forth to retrieve his armor bundle from the bathroom.

“You, you can jump in the shower now. Everything is healed up, right?”

“Yes! It’s much better. I already went outside and washed off in the lagoon”

A bit shocked, Rex forgot himself, responding to what she just said, “Did you say you bathed outside?” as he cracked the door open and then attempted to shift to hide his lower body behind the door.

Then he saw her.

She was standing there like a vision that was lighting the whole darkened hallway. He had just registered the image of Ahsoka out there bathing naked. Now she was standing in front of him, completely clothed, looking like some dream he was having.

“You were right, Rex. The water was really nice. We should definitely go swimming tomorrow.”

He had no idea what she just said, but he spoke anyway,

“Y-you’re wearing a dress.”

She noticed his hand clenching the towel at his side. His face looked stunned and she wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. She must look so weird to him in this long nightgown. Ahsoka saw he was trying to hide his body but slipped up just a little when he first glared at her.

“And you’re wearing a towel,” Ahsoka’s response was the best she could do. Rex dropped his floating head with embarrassment.

“I am,” he truly thought he could explain further but he was still trying to process Ahsoka in this dress, “That dress looks nice”

“Thank you, It’s actually a nightgown...I think?” She felt her cheeks get flushed.

“What is a night gown?”

“It’s a— well, it is a dress, but you sleep in it.”

“So...a dress?”

“Yes, Rex. I am wearing a dress,” she was tired of talking through this crack in the door and started fidgeting with the left strap and her lek again.

Rex was immediately regretting his compliment when she shot him a look of annoyance,

“What? I said the dress looks nice. Should I not have?”

“No, Rex, it's fine. You’re fine,” she smiled at him shaking her head. “Why are you in a towel? Do you need me to get some blacks from your rucksack?”

Rex’s head was now at a bizarre side angle talking to her as he hid his body behind the door with one hand holding the door, the other still holding the perfectly secured towel. His floating head looked at Ahsoka with defeat as he confessed, “I didn't bring an extra pair. And I didn’t think to grab some from—”

“Oh, that. Well everything from the crash site would stink and need to be washed anyway.”

“Right. Where did you get the dress, I mean nightgown, or whatever it's called?”

“From the closet. It’s there next to the bathroom.”

“Oh?” His head disappeared from her view.

“Rex? Have you just been sitting in the bathroom in your towel? Oh no, Rex!” She gave him a laugh of pity. “You’re so used to there Talways being another pair ready.”

He laughed pitifully at himself, “I guess I didn’t think. I also didn’t want to creep you out walking around in a towel until my blacks dried.”

“Aw, Rex. There are clothes in the closet. Just go grab something to wear until your blacks dry.”

“Oh, uh...right. They left clothes here?”

“Yeah. Not a lot. Some don’t even look worn.”

“It’s odd though, right? I don’t— Oh, forget it! I'm over feeling weird already. Okay, I’ll see what I can find.”

“There ya go, Rexter. I’ll be in the kitchen. You get dressed.”

Ahsoka turned and walked back down the hallway. Rex turned back to the room still holding the door with his free hand. Then completely forgot himself again when he quickly looked back to watch her and the loose fabric of her dress saunter down the hallway to the receiving room.

He was worried he might have brain damage from the chip removal. Silently deciding it was a valid theory.

He turned to the closet and opened the door wide. Looking around he wasn’t sure what was what. One side looked like it was definitely Padme’s. But another side could be both. Everything Skywalker wore was dark and had layers and layers of flowing fabric. Big shoulders and tunics with dramatic wrappings. Rex absolutely did not want to walk around this place looking like Skywalker.

Suddenly, he noticed in the very back of the closet a hefty Jedi cloak that looked ancient. He had never seen Skywalker wear that one. It was bigger than any he had seen before, with a poncho-style cut and thick corded trim detail on the shoulders and edges. He touched the fabric and thought of him anyway. Rex knew he needed to start getting used to the fact that Skywalker was gone. Ahsoka seemed just as unprepared to accept this as him, which was even more heartbreaking.

Rex looked through the clothes and realized he had no idea what he was doing. He’d never just picked out clothes before. He just grabbed a pair of pants off the hanger that was next to the dusty, abandoned Jedi cloak. They were drawstring style pants made of soft Oplovis linen. Because they were the color of fine sand, Rex assumed Skywalker probably never wore them once. When he stepped into them, he still felt naked. His years of wearing the tight-fitting blacks that were part of every clone soldier's armor had felt like a second skin. Right now, the combination of ventilation and flowing fabric that was breezing through the pants' incredibly soft fabric made the towel seem like it was the safer option.

He realized he needed a shirt. As he fingered through every hanging option, he was now completely overwhelmed.

Didn’t Skywalker ever just wear a simple black shirt?!

He decides he’ll just go without one until his blacks dry. If Ahsoka is walking around in some ethereal angel gown, he can walk around shirtless.

She’s seen me shirtless dozens of times. Fives and Hardcase were always shirtless on The Resolute. If he could’ve, Hardcase would have been shirtless in battle like some damn animal.

She won’t even care. It doesn’t matter.

He grabbed his armor bundle and stored it in the closet. Then he exited the bedroom and walked down the hallway. With each step, he got more irritated by the breeze and looseness of those damn pants. He felt like at any moment his entire manhood would just fall out of one of the pant legs and flop onto the floor. The best version of adjusting himself that he could do was keep checking and tightening the drawstring.

In the receiving room, Rex came upon Ahsoka cutting up the Corellian potatoes. On the balcony outside, her clothes were hanging dry over the railing. Her boots were by the door. His rucksack was hanging on a hook by the door above the boots. He noticed his helmet and pistols were in the same spot he’d left them when they first came in. He’d leave them there for now.

Better for me to put those away. She shouldn’t have to touch them.

Ahsoka was about to start cutting the last potato when she heard Rex walking down the hall. With her excellent peripheral vision, she saw him in the farthest reach of her right eye without having to turn her head.

It was Rex. She knew it was him. But it was also very much not him. He looked almost dangerous. Even more so because he seemed so oblivious to his body’s perfection. Her limbs and chest locked up. For some reason, she felt like she needed to stretch every muscle in her body. She tried to keep herself focused on finishing this one last potato.

Rex walked over in front of the window to look out at the gorgeous view of the lagoon’s waterfall. Ahsoka was willing herself to look at this small, ugly Correllian potato and not the (now two) breathtaking views before her. She sliced into the poor thing with a little too much intensity. Rex started heading towards the kitchen, “I found these pants. I think they’re way too loose, though.”

“Almost done, Rex. Then I’ll tell you what I think.”

“Oh. No worries, finish what you are doing. Sorry I interrup—”

“There. Done! Now let me see,” she wiped her hands on a hand towel. Ahsoka was thankful she was able to conceal her first reaction. Better to downplay it now and not embarrass him anymore today,

“Those pants look…comfy. The big tunics and vests were all a bit much right?”

Rex nodded in agreement as he stood at the island counter watching her.

Ahsoka tossed all the potato chunks onto the pan as she continued, “Yeah, those things would not be a good look for you. I mean, I’m guessing?”

“No they would not. Not that I have any idea what look is actually good for me, except my armor.” Rex shrugged as he re=arranged the potato chunks on the pan.

“Do we have anything to eat with these potatoes?”

Ahsoka was trying to avoid looking at him as she shook her head with a “no.”

She wanted to look at him. That’s what was helping her before when they came here. When she thought of him or looked at him, she felt lighter, almost safer. Her Force connection was still strained from the fallout of Order 66. She was sensing a new, distant disturbance though.

“I think we can have salt with these potatoes at least,” Rex grabbed the salt out of the cabinet he rummaged through earlier and started tossing it all over the potatoes.

Ahsoka looked at him just for a moment. Standing this close and looking up to Rex’s familiar face, she felt a slight relief that helped her balance this newer straining darkness. Her silly worries about being attracted to him were easily dismissible at this moment and she was allowing herself some honesty.

She had to admit, it was bizarre to see Rex in Anakin’s possibly orphaned loungewear. Then she looked down at herself wearing what was supposed to be Padme’s nightgown. Tracing the soft dream silk, now only worn by her, she looked deep within her feelings. She acknowledged the connection to these borrowed clothes, who they once belonged to, and the entire nightmare that led to her and Rex wearing them while making dinner. She gladly looked back to him as Rex was trying to figure out how the stove worked.

We look so odd…because we looked so…normal.

“I hope I can get this thing on,” he had given it his best shot, but apparently this stove was beyond his thorough and extensive training in galactic technology and engineering.

She was smiling at him. It was a strange, but familiar smile. He couldn’t help but smile back. But she was sort of stuck there. Still, it was curiously calming to him to see her smile before him. Until it wasn’t, as she didn’t seem to be blinking or shifting her expression.

“Ahsoka? What is it?”

“We’re just so funny, Rex. You and I. There’s something ab—“

Ahsoka started to cough a little here and there. Now it seemed she wasn’t able to clear her throat. She looked at him with absolute panic in her eyes.

“Hey, you okay there? Ahsoka, what’s wrong?” Rex quickly moved towards her and noticed her coughs quickly turned to violent gasps and she dropped the rag she had been holding to reach for her throat. The words, if Rex could call them that, were fragments of breath. Her vocal cords were battling whatever was happening to her. Rex was ten paces from his blasters, but he had no idea if that even mattered. He rushed to her to make sense of what she was saying.

“R-r-e—” Ahsoka began to throw her head back to fight off whatever had a grip on her.

“He— He’s…He’s chok—

Sh— She...Pah— Pad...mmm—”

When her legs started to give way, Rex swept her whole body up in his arms in an instant,

“I got ya. I’m here. Let’s, let’s get you some air.”

Her desperate blue eyes were locked on him as he hurried towards the balcony. She was still grabbing at her throat and trying to speak. Even more grown-up, she still weighed less than his armor. He was able to open the balcony doors and headed right to the large sectional couch.

Now Ahsoka was grabbing Rex’s jaw to look at her.

“REX!” He could tell that took everything she had to say his name.

“I’m listening. I’m here. I’m gonna put you down, okay?” He lowered her down on the large couch and knelt at her side. He fixed her nightgown’s straps to keep her modesty, then gently moved her lekku tails to the front so they wouldn’t get caught painfully behind her shoulders as she was still struggling.

“Easy now. Tell me who’s doing this?”

“He’s cho-chok— She...P-pa—” she started using only her lips, tongue, and teeth to make the best sounds that she could with what little breath she barely had,

“Sh...sssss pr-pr-parh— Anak— Th— ba...ba...ba—”

Rex saw she was getting frustrated and she needed to calm down,

“You’re okay, you’re doing great. Padme, right? She’s what? Who is choking...choking Padme?”

Her next response was so confusing, Rex wasn’t sure anymore if she was even trying to talk to him or someone else through the Force.

She silently screamed with what she could, “NO! ANAK—”

Rex was in his element of being focused in the midst of a crisis, but he also quickly took stock that this was outside of his combat abilities. Clearly, something was happening with the Force and that was always where Skywalker, Obi-Wan, or even Ahsoka dealt with things. He just had to be ready for their orders and none were coming. Something was happening to Padme, Anakin was either there or needed to be there. Regardless it was all transferring to Ahsoka’s connection to the Force and tearing through in front of his eyes.

“I’m here, okay? I’m right here with you, Ahsoka. I’m not going anywhere.” She wasn’t trying to speak anymore and her lids were half-closed. “Look me in the eye, come on. Please! Ahsoka, dammit, look at me!”

She sat up in a flash as her breath returned to her. She coughed desperately as her lungs filled with air again. Rex could feel that his eyes had started to water from the panic but now he was utterly relieved. Until her shoulders slumped forward. He lifted up her chin with his hand. Her face was in a dazed expression half looking through him. She looked past Rex’s face into some beyond and said one name as though they were standing right there with Rex and Ahsoka on the balcony, “Obi-Wan?”

Ahsoka’s body flopped forward and Rex had to catch her again and lay her back down gently. Again he fixed her dress. Again he fixed her tails. Now, the only thing she was doing was breathing.

Rex quickly went into soldier mode. Now sitting at her side on the couch. Her eyes were closed, but he lifted her lids and all appeared normal. Her body was as still as the cushion it was laying upon. Her reflexes were dull. She was alive and her heart rate was normal for her Togrutan body. She just wasn’t waking up or responding. He timed five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty, and then at twenty-two minutes and 10 seconds, Rex mentally abandoned his post and just collapsed onto her chest. His eyes closed tight with the frustration of tears battling to escape from him, his chest bellowing heaves of breath through his nose.

How much could one clone take?

“I can’t, Ahsoka. No. No, no, no, I can’t do this again. Not today, please,” his tone was small and begging, which infuriated him. He was crying again today. “This can’t be happening. I can’t lose you now. No, not you. Do you hear me, Tano?! I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” Then Rex let out a shrieking roar of rage at the top of his lungs.

Ahsoka still didn’t wake up. Rex still didn’t feel better.

Now he just felt bad in case she could hear him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ahsoka. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s happening. But I’m not going anywhere.”

The light was fading from the Jola star. It will get colder soon. Rex just sat there. He looked out at the waterfall. He tried to focus on it to pass the time, but his instincts to keep checking her vitals kept interrupting.

The next time he looked up he almost fell off the couch. Perfectly perched as though it had been there this whole time was a small stocky bird with a long tail. The green coloring on its top side was so brilliant, it looked like it was almost glowing. The same could be said for its curious green eyes that were locked on him. Under the wingspan, the feathers were white that blended into a soft brown on the edges of its tucked wings.

“Hello. You’re lost, bird. I know you don’t belong on this moon. There are no birds. There are no animals. Not that I’ve ever seen.” The little green bird spread its wings to posture to Rex.

“Well that’s rude. I’m already miserable, no need to kick a man when he’s down”

It cocked its little head to the side, then returned it. The bird took a few hops to the side along the railing to square its front-facing eyes with Ahsoka’s state.

“She’s my friend and she’s not well. My dear, dear friend. She means a lot to me. I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” Rex was once again looking at Ahsoka, “She’s very special, little bird”

He watched Ahsoka’s chest rhythmically go up and down with each breath. Then he heard a haunting melody that only could be coming from his new little green friend. Rex felt a chill that went right down to his genetically engineered spine as he slowly turned to confirm where the tune was coming from, “How? How do you...how do you know that lullaby?”

The bird continued to sing the melody, as Rex barely recalled his youngest days on Kamino.

One by one close your eyes

One by one in starry skies

The soldier’s day is done

Rest now, Rest now

The battle must be won.

Rex looked back at Ahsoka, his eyes were so tired of crying but this time they were comforting tears. He was soothed by the sound. He knew she wasn’t sleeping, but somehow this bird was pulling out a memory of his that had been buried deep with Rex’s mind.

The lullaby was played to the cribs and box bunks of the littlest clones. Every clone on Kamino fell asleep to it from their first day of life to their last night of innocence before they turned two (in clone years) and began their training. As he looked at Ahsoka, he mindlessly, and perhaps poorly, sang the lullaby to her with his new feathered friend,

“...The soldier’s day is done. Rest now. Rest now. The battle must be won.”

Rex was now holding Ahsoka’s left hand in both of his. He longed for the nervous energy that he’d felt before when she touched his earlier in the bathroom. He looked at this strange all-knowing and mysterious little bird.

“What are you? Who are you?

The bird fluttered off the railing and hovered its flight in front of Rex’s face. Leading him to stand.

He looked back at Ahsoka to check on her then looked back at the bird, “I said I wouldn’t leave her side. So whatever it is you want, you tell me while I’m sitting right here.” The bird huffed and its shape began to change and grow mystically. It started with wide green eyes that narrowed to a familiar shape Rex knew too well. The same jaig eyes that adorned his helmet. Rex knew the hawk shape that was coming next even though he had never actually seen a jai’galaar in person. He still sat stubbornly by Ahsoka’s side and watched as the once soft, plump green and white body lengthened to a powerful raptor with bold and hardened green feathers. It lowered the enormous talons as its beak stretched out to a more vicious curve. Most impressive though was the wings. Where once were adorable glowing green feathers, now it was a dominating wingspan of boning and thinly stretched glowing green and white skin.

“Whoever you are, I told you, I’m still not leaving her side,” he checked on Ahsoka’s vitals again, “And you can do all the tricks you want. I kind of liked this one actually. So far I’m impressed. What’s next?”

The swirl of green mist that dissolved the jai’galaar massive hawk shape was now that similar to a holovid screen. Rex looked at Ahsoka again, still not awake. Then he looked at the scene playing before him in the green light. It was the moment Ahsoka had used the Force to detect his inhibitor chip, repeating the line, “I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me,” over and over until he was reciting it in time with Ahsoka.

Rex took in how much that moment meant to him before he spoke to this strange visitor, “You were there? With her? Through the Force? I almost killed her,” he started to wrestle with the devastation and guilt again. Then the green haze of vision went right through him as he heard it say in an enchanting whisper,

“But you didn’t kill her, Rex. You did not betray Ahsoka. You saved her.”

He distinctly heard Fives voice say his last words to him again, “It’s over.”

The whisper returned, “Now she must wake up, and you, Captain Rex? You must go to sleep.”

NEXT CHAPTER...

CHAPTER 6: NOT QUITE ASLEEP

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epilogue. “your girlfriend’s kinda hot”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes

masterlist.          suicide freak!

"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sigh 

nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fire 

the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san. 

kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems. 

"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."

kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments

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user: how about cat ears?! 

user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOY 

user: u suck at this game wtf

kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;) 

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"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffed 

"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you" 

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user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? 💀💀

user: he probably broke kenma's pc 

user: PLSS he's the one kenma’s throwing shade at on twitter 

kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER 😔✋🏼

user: rooster head lookin ass 

user: ^^ NOT THE HAIR 

kuroo.testsu: 😃😃

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kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on. 

and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work. 

ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years. 

barely. 

hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies. 

the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background. 

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user: ayo, ur phone's blowing up 

user: do you have a girlfriend? 

user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES 😋😋🤩

user: ^ ayo chill 😃

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kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n. 

kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic. 

but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3

he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being  speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3

"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles. 

kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door. 

"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panic 

"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckled 

kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home. 

its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.

"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grin 

"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-" 

she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach

"i got stabbed!" 

"you got what?!"

kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries

"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedly 

"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedly 

"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?" 

"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at him 

she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-" 

kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die" 

"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at him 

"oh my fucking god." 

kozume kenma. (22)

╰─▸ university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt. 

╰─▸ y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.

╰─▸ currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.

l/n y/n. (22)

╰─▸ operative/member of the armed detective agency. 

╰─▸ kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet. 

╰─▸ currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.

"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness" 

kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel. 

"why are you telling me this?" he asked 

"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickered 

"why? i didnt forget anything-" 

he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view. 

to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles. 

"i hate it here" he sighed 

kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see. 

"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughed 

she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore. 

"might as well say hi" she shrugged 

so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up. 

for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound. 

"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinned 

"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off" 

ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around. 

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user: heLLO?!?! 

user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO

user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed? 

user: ur kinda hot tho

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kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactions 

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user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian

user: kenma looks so done

kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;) 

user: HER NAME IS Y/N

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"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sigh 

"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her head 

"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared up 

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user: tangina nyo sana ol

user: MSKAKAKKA

user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC

user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list 😔

user: girl wtf happened to u

user: that's wack bro 🚶‍♀️

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"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.." 

"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she said 

kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so. 

"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenma 

"im not surprised" he said 

she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whined 

she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him. 

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kuroo.tetsu: oh shit 😳

user: we all know where this is heading ;) 

user: sana ol talaga punyemas 

user: AYO CHILL 

user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt 😳

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kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his. 

"kitten, were still- hmph-" 

he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair 

"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once again 

she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush. 

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user: ur fuckin freaky 

kuroo.tetsu: oya oya 😼😼

user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND I LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS

user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee 🏃‍♀️

user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED

kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u 😼

user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRR😡

user: girl r u bleeding rn 😃

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upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through

she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her wound 

"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip through 

so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3

"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamed 

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user: what's ur full name

user: what's ur job miss girl 

user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am more 

than willing to take the spot 🚶‍♀️

user: how did you meet?? 

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"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat. 

"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya" 

"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers" 

"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?" 

"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whined 

"why not?" 

"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??" 

"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she said 

she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods along 

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user: wtf are u okay 🗿

kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance 🤩

user: cute ❤️

user: im concerned ❤️

user: ur a detective?? cool

user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDE 

WITH U MOMMY 😩😩😋

user: ^^ SAME 😩

user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BANDAGES MOMMAE 😩

user: u r still bleeding 🚶‍♀️        

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kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend. 

"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbled 

"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful pout 

"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled

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user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY 😩

user: y/n-senpai spit on me 😡😡

user: drop the onlyfans 

user: chupapi munyanyo 😩

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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined out 

a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyes 

"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shouted 

"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomen 

she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent words 

"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole arm 

kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered. 

"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimed 

"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess" it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer. 

"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes. 

"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she said 

"you're fucking dying!!" 

"well, would you like to join me?" 

"no"

"damn." she muttered in response 

"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishly 

"for the love of god-" 

this was so messy :/

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 7 Damian x reader

"Ira! I need my emergency kit!" Molly is pulling at my hair with a brush, I grimace at my reflection, she had put pearls and violet gems in my hair. Seeing as it already wasn't long bearly pushing past my ears, even though there aren't many of them in there it ways down in some places. I had already allowed her to put me in a ball gown, which I'm sure costs much more than my apartment building. It reminds me of peacock feathers, purples, greens, blues fill the cloth they blend seamlessly dark purple at the top and ending with blue at the bottom. I look at the matching marbled shoes and guilt climbs through me.

"Molly I don't need makeup, I'm already in a peacock dress, and there are gems in my hair. Besides the mascara is enough I don't want to spend an hour rubbing anything else off." Molly gasps, a hand gripping at her heart.

"Why-how could you say such a thing!" Ira hands Molly her phone, she screams. "We're going to be late! Ira put the bag back!" I'm yanked from my chair and raced down the hall within minutes I'm thrown into a limo with Molly's parents. Molly jumps in starting to yell at the driver shocking her parents who kept telling her to calm down. It doesn't take long to get to Wayne Manor, the courtyard is crowded filled with flashing lights from cameras reporters, and newscasts. They surrounded every inch with an exception of a semi-circle right at the front of the building where the car pulled up. Once more I'm pulled roughly out of the vehicle by molly, I nearly trip going up the stairs.

"Molly dear, we need to go in together!" My friend's mother pants from behind her husband seems to be in a similar position as me. Like mother like daughter.

I pull my arm away from Molly gently and smooth out my peacock dress, I sigh internally finding relief that I had personally told Molly to make the dress so it covered without it being tight. If I didn't then I would be pulling up the fabric like Molly who went not so modest. Not only had she blinged out she full-on black and high heels that pushed out her height. She looked good, and she made her parents match. When her mother finally catches up she puts a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

What happens after the incident leaves me at a table sitting behind a card with my name on it. Molly was seated somewhere else because I had used my own invitation instead of being a plus one. My eyes cast over the room soaking in again the decor of the newly decorated main floor. My energy seems to drain while I watch the people chat dance and laugh. No one was seated at my table and I was slightly relieved but I still felt odd. I had gone to parties with my mom in the past, ones that were held in her honor about her findings. I feel myself relishing in those memories I had looking back at the times she would pull a silly face at me while I was bored at said parties, or told a joke in some of her speeches. My mother was the expert in The Islamic Golden Era, despite not being a Muslim herself. She prided herself on giving credit to those who deserved more but had their work stolen by Europeans. But then, when she went on that Egypt and Greece dig she had found something that unnerved her. I knew what it was, and I wish I hadn't either. My happy thoughts turn sour, and I can feel myself grimace. I am tired...so tired.

"You made it, It's good to see you here." my head whips around falling on emerald eyes.

"Yeah, I had already told Molly that she could take me to the next party she goes to. However, I didn't know that if you came with an invite and not a plus one that you had to sit at a separate table." He snorts and sits down to my right.

"You were originally sat by her but father assumed I needed a friend," He shows me a card with his name on it. "so he changed Grayson out for you."

"Do you not have friends?"

"None close by."

"When have I accepted you as a friend?" He smiles

"That is a good question, but the same goes for me, you more someone I tolerate."

"Same here, Besides your a bad influence."

"tsk,...touche." his gaze looks me up and down and I have the sudden urge to say 'eyes up here'.

"You look tired, would you like to go to the library?"

"Usually libraries and tired people don't mix."

"How about a tour then, we have several artifacts my father has purchased that you might find interesting." He pushes harder.

"You want an excuse to leave, don't you? I thought my main purpose for being here was to talk to Mr.Wayne, not venture into the mansion." He sighs with his own body, visibly exaggerating the movements.

"My father is deeply preoccupied already in another engagement, he won't even be here for hours. Would you prefer to stay here doing nothing or would you like to leave?" He sounds rather annoyed while looking off to his left and scowling more. I follow my eyes to a group of three who I recognize from the cafe, all of them are pointing and smirking. I being to feel more drained at the thought of them coming here and stand. "Your home, where to first?" He shoots up, grabbing my hand dragging me through the dense crowd of people.

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"Amazing, this would date back to the early years of feudal Japan, this is Greek! Oh! There's a Khopesh and a Canaan Sickel sword on this wall!"

Damian scoffs sounding more like a laugh than a mocking tone. "You can tell the difference." I give him a look, feeling offended.

"Of course I can, you mostly can tell by the markings on the blade." I turn my head back to the wall slowly pointing to the distinguishable pieces of evidence. "This one is older Hebrew, and here you can see small hieroglyphics depicting the sun. Plus the metals on each blade are very different." I tilt my head back to him, his face stays indifferent. "You knew that already didn't you?" He nods and walks again.

"You must really like history, seems like you could talk about it none stop." He calls back.

"Did you forget who my mother was?"

"I thought she specialized in the Islamic golden era."

"It didn't mean she didn't know the history of other peoples. My mother developed research of anything she could get her hands on." I pause for a minute. "What about you, where did you learn."

"I was taught by some of the best in the world, my mother made sure of it."

"I see." We talk more while examining the objects displayed, I had fun just listening to him explain how his father got some of them. Though the collection wasn't huge it still made me a bit happy to see the objects. My phone buzzes, and I quickly take it out of my pocket.

Molly: Hey where are you we need to get going!

Molly: Dad got too drunk and now he's crying about the world.

Molly: We will be outside, Be there.

"Sorry, I have to get going, I'll see you at school later!" I run through the hall and snag as many macarons as I can on the way out. Molly waves from the car opening the door so I slide in faster.

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"Sorcerer found. Name: Doctor Fate, Subject: host"

"Anyone else?"

"Database shows,... John Constantine, and Zatanna. All other information is unavailable."

"Gather what they have on the crows send probes if you must."

"Proceeding."

Nightmare stands by the window waiting for his queue. I pull a scale out from the box and open the window. I hand him the scale and he chews effectively destroying the small miracle. "Remember stay out of sight if someone spots you wipe it from their memory and if you see a crow take the fight to the in-between and go for the kill. You have a little bit of my power with you only use it when needed." He purrs, rubbing his head on my hand, then jumps. He vanishes. I sigh putting the device in the box marked with an X just in case and push it under my bed. I head out into my living room putting some things away and cleaning here and there. Proud of my work I turn on the TV and sprawl on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn. Reruns of Highlander play on one of my favorite channels, I smile at my luck and sing to the theme song.

*Thunk thunk thunk*

I jump at the sound, I hear the noise again and follow it to my kitchen bat in hand. I flip on the light and smack my face, a very wet robin scowls at me through the glass. Only then did I notice the rain, and I pray that Nightmare is staying safe. I open the door and let him in, he mutters a thank you while walking in dipping water on my floor.

"Not to be rude, but is there something you need?" He ignores me and continues dragging water on the floor to the living room.

"Robin?" I catch up to him, he pulls something out from his ear and stuffs it in his pocket.

"I would like to stay here for a little while"

"How long is a little while, will I need to pull out the bed in the couch?" He gives me a look.

"There's a bed in your couch?"

"Sometimes I want to watch TV while I do my homework, laying down here makes it easier." I go to the bathroom to pull out some towels.

"Where was this when I was heavily injured?"

"I'm sorry, but the fact that you were bleeding was more concerning. I also put new sheets on the bed and you broke a perfectly good window. There is still blood on my cushions, and you wanted me to place you on the bed?" grabbing the biggest fluffiest towel in the bunch walking back out to the living room.

"You still on about that?"

"It was expensive!" I hold out the towel, he takes it and places his yellow cape in my hand. I frown but head to the coat rack hanging the heavy fabric on the highest rung. I feel short noticing its length, I turn back to Robin who's sat down on the couch the large towel engulfing him completely minus his hair. The black strands stuck oddly to his face and drooped sadly, I almost laugh because he looks like a sad cat. Like Nightmare whenever I give him a bath, I think I have a picture of that somewhere. "Did you want something to drink or eat?"

"Why is it that every time I come here you offer something?"

"It's a hospitality thing I got living in Minnesota, it's just being nice. Besides, you work to protect people, don't you? It only makes sense that I offer you something, I doubt you get paid to do your job. I bet you have countless scars from just doing so, I can do my part and help you feel comfortable. Call it a form of respect."

"Tsk."

I stroll into the kitchen, "Well, I suppose I could give some soda, tea, or water after all you left plenty on the floor."

"What happened to respect?"

"Well, I have feelings to sir! Tossing my words aside like that, I shouldn't even feed you." I poke my head back out, I smile at his scowl while he in turn glares at me. "Now for once, I am out of tea but I have several cans of cherry coke and some popcorn and macarons from a party I went to earlier. How about that?"

"That's fine." I hum grabbing what I needed and plopped back down in my seat handing him the coke. I place the brightly colored macarons and some chips I found between us along with the popcorn. I let myself get absorbed into the Highlander again just as MacLeod beheads another immortal and gains his Quickening.

"What is this?" My Jaw drops while I look at him concerned.

"Just how uncultured are you." His face flushes and his face twists he opens his mouth but i stop him. "Say no more, I will be right back." I come out with my computer and pull up VUDU opening season one of the show. "Sit back buckaroo, now your in for the long haul. Now right now all you need to know is 'There can only be one." His face contorts in confusion, but gives in and moves closer.

"I'm not going to get in trouble with Batman am I." He smirks.

"Most likely."

"Dammit."